Linc (A Cocky Cage Fighter Novel Book 3) (17 page)

Our mom worked two jobs to do everything she could to give the three of us a normal childhood. She also smoked a pack of cigarettes a day and died of lung cancer when she was only thirty-eight years old. I was nineteen at the time, so Mandy was seventeen, about to turn eighteen, and Mason was only a lost and pitiful thirteen-year-old boy. They both became my responsibility from that day on.

I successfully raised them both to adulthood, both graduating high school, without either getting knocked up or knocking someone up, so that seems like a partial success. I wasn’t, however, able to stop Mandy from going into the porn business when she turned eighteen, or able to stop Mason from fighting and getting caught smoking weed all the time starting at age sixteen. When the three of us moved to North Carolina, things only got worse as far as Mandy and illegal drugs, much worse drugs than Mason’s marijuana. Although, I'm not sure if Mason is still using regularly since it can't be good for his training, I’m pretty sure he’s selling it, since he somehow manages to have his own apartment and car without an actual job. Fighting for Vito doesn’t pay that well. Still, nothing he’s ever done is as bad as Mandy’s drug abuse.

Maybe I feel guilty because I know how easily it could have been Mandy instead of me at the strip club that night with Linc. It
should’ve
been her. If she hadn’t been passed out, high as a kite, would our roles be reversed? Would I be the one still depressed and unhappy while Linc swooped Mandy off her feet? Honestly, I don’t see my sister wanting more from Linc than his money. Which reminds me…

“Now that Vito’s paid off can we talk about you possibly going into another treatment program?” I ask Mandy, bracing myself for her reaction.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“It’s a waste of money,” she says with an eye roll.

“You mean it’s money you’d rather be spending on more drugs? Do you realize how fucked up that is, Mandy?”

“Drop it, Claire,” James says from inside the room.

My teeth grind together in annoyance when the asshole butts in. “We’re gonna talk tomorrow,” I tell Mandy before heading for the front door. I’m too tired to argue now, and I’m in a hurry to get to Linc’s. There’s something about his beautiful lake house that is soothing and comforting to me, like painting. Or maybe it’s just being with him. He’s different from any other man I’ve known.

During the half hour drive to Cary, I try to think back to the last guy I dated. Dan and I met in the grocery store checkout line and he asked me out. Within the first ten minutes into the date I knew I’d made a mistake. He was thirty years old and still lived at home with his mom. Which, if he’d had a good reason like to save money for a down payment on his own house, he was paying off student loans, or she was sick, would’ve all been perfectly fine. But nope, he actually said he still lived at home because he had it made. His mom cooked and cleaned for him while he sat around on his ass all day, not the least bit motivated to get a job and support himself.

Before that date was Sam, eight or nine months ago. He was a decent guy, very smart, handsome, even hilariously funny. The problem came in the bedroom. There was absolutely no spark. Not even a single flair. Worst sexual experiences ever, not just the first time, but the second and third too. I was trying to give our relationship the benefit of the doubt as just being new. Nope. Sam didn’t do it for me, not like Linc does.

Just being in the same room with Linc gets me hotter than when I was intimate with Sam or the other two unmemorable guys before him. I see Linc and there’s instantly a smile on my face. He’s a really great guy, and I’m lucky to have ended up stripping for him instead of my sister. Ugh. Just the thought of him with her makes me shiver, and I can't let go of the fact that he was there to see her that night, not me. He wanted the kinky porn star.       

Winding my way down the gravel road to his secluded house, I see the porch light is on for me. Before I step out of my car he’s opening the front door and walking out on the porch like he can't wait to see me. Yep, the smile on my face when I see him is an automatic response. Not to mention he looks so freaking sexy, wearing nothing but loose jeans riding low on his hips, his hands casually shoved in his front pockets. He himself is a picture perfect painting.

“Hey,” I say when I climb up the steps, my purse and small duffle bag thrown over my shoulder with a change of clothes and toothbrush.

“Hey, baby. I missed you,” he says with a panty melting grin before enveloping me in his strong arms. “How was work?”

“Long,” I reply. Placing a kiss on his bare chest, I instantly relax at the feeling of his warmth and familiar, happy scent. “Glad it’s over.”

“Me, too,” he agrees with a heavy sigh, his nose buried in my hair. “Are you hungry? Thirsty?”

“Nope. Just ready for bed.”

He chuckles. “Sounds good to me.” Taking my hand, he leads me into the house and up the stairs to his room. I sit my purse and bag down on the floor and get undressed in the light of the bedside lamp while Linc takes off his jeans and pulls the covers back. As I climb into bed I notice colorful hair ties and barrettes on the nightstand on my side that I didn’t notice last night or this morning.

“What’s wrong?” he asks as he stretches out on his side facing me.

“Does your sister stay here?” I ask curiously.

“Ah, no. Hailey hardly ever comes home to visit, and never stays in my house. Why?”

I sit on the edge of the bed and hold up one of the silver barrettes for him to see.

“Ohhh,” he says, apparently in understanding. “Those are Sadie’s. I’m still findin’ those fuckers in random places so I started a pile.”

“Sadie?” I ask with a sinking sensation in my stomach.

He smiles at me and shakes his head. “She’s just a good friend. The girlfriend of one of my best friends, Jude Malone. Sadie stayed with me for a few weeks, back in July while she and Jude were on the outs.”

“She slept in here? With you, while her and her boyfriend were fighting?” I ask. That sounds like a helluva lot more than friends.

“Uh-huh,” he says. “But I swear nothin’ ever happened. She was heartbroken and I-” He stops abruptly and looks away.

“You, what?” I ask.

“I had an unhealthy porn addiction,” he answers with a wince.

“My sister,” I say in understanding. He’d admitted that first night to what he called an obsession. I’d thought he was joking. “Is it weird that you’ve…well, you know…while watching my sister?”

“Maybe,” he says, rubbing his palm over the back of his neck. “Hell, probably. But if it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t have met you.”

“What if it had been her that night instead of me, like it was supposed to be?” I ask.

“It wasn’t her, it was you,” he answers and then sits up in bed. “Are you askin’ if you’re interchangeable or a runner-up? Because you know you’re not, Claire. I’ve never met your sister, but I don’t need to in order to know that
you
are the only woman I want.”

“Are you sure because-”

“Yes, I’m sure! You’ve started to get to know me pretty well over the last few days. Do you honestly think there’s any possible scenario in which she and I
would hav
e ended up together?”

“No,” I say because I can’t see the two of them…nope, I can’t fathom it.

“Then come here, and stop worryin’. There is no other woman I want. The fact that you’re here with me now blows my mind, because I’m not sure how I got so lucky.”

The honesty in his eyes is what has me crawling into his arms and snuggling against him. Logically I’m pretty sure that my insecurities are just my way of trying to find some fault with Linc and I being together. It seems too...perfect, which worries me. Nothing in my life has ever been as easy as being with him. But for now, tonight while I'm in his arms, I convince myself to let it go, and enjoy every second I have with this unexpected happiness.

Claire

“So how are things with Linc?” Kylie asks me as she flops down on one end of the sofa in our living room.

“Good,” I reply with a smile from my seat at the opposite end “Really good. I think.”

“You think?”

“Uh-huh.”

“So, out with it already, what’s with the hesitation?” she orders.

Mulling over the predicament I have with Linc and his obsession with my sister, I flip channels on the television without really seeing them before finally tossing the remote down next to me. It's gonna sound bad, but I throw it out there anyway to get Kylie's opinion. “Is it weird that he likes watching Mandy’s movies?”

“Ah, honey, I’m pretty sure all men like watching porn,” she responds immediately, which has me releasing a small sigh of relief.

"I get that, I really do," I start, fidgeting with the strings on my pajama bottoms. "And if it was any other porn I wouldn’t care. But the fact that it’s my sister he was attracted to, admittedly
addicted
to..." 

“In your crazy mind you think he wishes you were her?” Kylie offers.

“Not exactly. I mean, I know he wants to be with me. I just wonder if he is ah, disappointed with my…experience in the bedroom, or lack thereof.”

She shakes her head. “I seriously doubt he’s disappointed as long as he’s getting fucked on a regular basis…which he is, right?”

“Uh-huh.” Several times a night for the past few nights, and then repeat in the mornings usually in the kitchen. It’s a really great start to the day when he has me screaming at the top of my lungs before breakfast.        

“There," Kylie says, pointing at me. "That smile on your face says you need to stop worrying so much. But if you’re freaking out about it, you could maybe just try..."

"Try what?" I ask.

"Upping the kink.”

“Upping the kink?” I repeat. “What the hell does that mean? My version of kinky is wearing a lacy thong instead of my cotton panties.”

“Well then, maybe it’s time for you to expand your kinky horizons. Hit up the sex store and find something fun that will bring him to his knees, and make you feel more confident that he's definitely very happy in the bedroom with you and only you.”

“Unfortunately, at the moment I don’t exactly have any expendable income for that sort of unnecessary silliness,” I tell her.  

“You could ask him. Maybe he already has a stash of goodies he likes to play with. I'm sure he'd be more than happy to tie you up or try out some role play-" 

“Role playing! That's it," I tell her, as I head to Mandy’s empty bedroom, since she's unfortunately out with James or one of her crackhead friends. “I've got an idea, one that will make him forget all about what he watched
Eve
do in a porno. He's about to get the real, hands-on experience.”

…

Linc

I check my phone between kickin’ Senn’s ass in the cage and liftin’ weights. When I see a text from Claire, I immediately know there’s a goofy smile plastered across my face.

Do you by chance have a desk in your house?

Um, okay. Sort of random, but I reply that I have an office with a desk here at
Havoc
. I barely blink before I get her response.

See you there in a few
.

Hell yes. I may have just seen her this mornin’, but I’ll never pass up the opportunity to see her mid-day and then again tonight. Claire is...perfect, and I can't get enough of her. It sucks that I'm back to trainin’ and she works all the time, because I could easily spend every second of my day just hangin’ out with her. And occasionally fuckin’ her, because that shit is too damn good to resist. Knowin’ she'll be here soon, I head to the shower since I’m disgustin’ and drenched with sweat, then put on jeans and a green polo in case Claire wants to go grab some lunch.

Jude flags me down when I walk back through the main floor of the gym. “Yo, um, Zelda. Your lady friend came in a few minutes ago and is in your office. I didn’t think you’d mind letting her hang out in there to wait for you,” he says with a grin.

“Definitely not,” I tell him, goin’ straight to the closed door. Otherwise all the fuckers in this place would’ve been breakin’ their necks trying to get a glimpse of her or talk shit to her. “Hey, sorry you had to wait, I was in the shower-” I pause mid-sentence when she stands up from the visitor chair. “Holy fuck.”

I shut the door with my back still braced against it.

“Hi, Mr. Abrams,” Claire says softly, hesitantly, from underneath her long lashes. Her submissive demeanor and hands clasped innocently behind her back are perfect for the outfit she’s wearin’ – a short, so short it's indecent short, red and black plaid skirt with a thin, white dress shirt, tied between her breasts to show off her sexy bare midriff. In fact, the entire outfit, down to the black, knee high hose and platform shoes, is the same identical one from Eve's movie,
Bend Over, Bad Girl
. The one with the naughty school girl scene that I told Claire was my favorite the night we met and I thought she was Eve.

God, how many times have I watched that damn video imaginin’ how amazin’ it would be to actually get to play the part of her inappropriate principal, spanking her and fuckin’ her brains out in that slutty little costume. Now Claire's standin’ here, ready to make that fantasy a reality for me with
her
, shy and so damn innocent Claire. Bein’ with her instead of her sister is even better since, based on what her asshole manager and Claire told me, I'm willin’ to bet Mandy would fuck anyone for the right price.

Is this Claire’s way of tryin’ to replace those nice but untouchable erotic memories I have of seein’ Eve on the screen? Gettin’ to actively participate in makin’ new, real memories with her will be a million times better. I hate that she would ever think that I’m only with her because she happened to be the one at the club that night. It's so much more than that. She’s the only woman I want to be with, and I feel so damn bad for her because that night she went way out of her comfort zone to please me and to earn money to bail her sister out of trouble. The girl is incredibly selfless, and I'm so gonna have to figure out how to repay her for this unexpected but incredibly sexy little surprise. Just as soon as I fuck her on my desk.

One thing I know for sure, I don't want any of the other bastards here at the gym to see her in this getup. This outfit is for me and
only
me, dammit. Did Jude see her lookin’ like every man’s wet dream when she came in? I don't like that thought one bit, even if he has a girlfriend who he's crazy about. But then I notice what looks like a long, black coat thrown over the other visitor chair and I’m finally able to relax. The beast starts to calm from his protective outburst. That last naggin’ worry eradicated, now it's time to let the games begin!

“Good afternoon, Miss Reed. What brings you to my office?” I ask, playin’ along and not yet movin’ away from where my back’s braced against the door. If I do…hell, it'll all be over within seconds after I attack her, and that would be a goddamn shame. I want to see how far she'll go playin’ up her role as the innocent student.         

“My teacher, Mrs. Moore sent me down to see you," she says, tuggin’ on her short skirt and drawin’ my eyes to her smooth upper thighs. "Please Mr. Abrams, don't give me detention again. I promise I'll stop talkin’ back to her and using swear words. It won't happen again, sir.”

Oh, hell is she good at this. Her sweet soft spoken plea even has me considerin’ lettin’ her fake behavior off with a warnin’. Fuck that. She is
so
gettin’ punished. The Cock Ness Monster swells against my zipper in approval. I'm almost certain Claire has never seen her sister's movies, but she's leadin’ us exactly how I want this to go down.  

"Oh no. There won't be any detention for you this time around,” I tell her, continuin’ to spin things to go along with the porno.

I don't know why Claire could ever think her sister holds a candle to her. Now that I know the difference, Claire is so much hotter than Mandy in every way possible, especially in this outfit, gettin’ me so damn turned on. “I've got a better idea for teachin’ you exactly what happens to bad girls with dirty mouths." I reach behind me and make a show of lockin’ the door. Once that's taken care of, I finally head for her, stalkin’ her as she stands stock still in front of my desk. "And you're not gonna leave this office until I'm sure you've learned your lesson."

When I end up behind her, I rub both of my palms along the backs of her thighs. "Now bend over my desk, Miss Reed." Claire gasps dramatically and looks at me over her shoulder. "Now," I say with a quick smack to her ass to get her movin’. She finally turns around slowly and plants both palms on the middle of the wooden surface, the papers on it be damned.

"L-like this?" she asks, wigglin’ her ass in the air.

"Just like that," I reply, swallowin’ a groan.

Pushin’ the visitor chair out of the way I stand behind her, flip her skirt up on her back out of the way, and smooth my palm up her leg and over her ass cheek raisin’ goosebumps. When I reach the waistline of her white, cotton panties I dip a finger inside and run it across the line of elastic before tuggin’ them down her thighs, exposin’ her to me.

"Please...please don't spank me," she says with a nod of her head to the plastic ruler on my desk that I hadn't even noticed in all the excitement. Fuckin’ hell, the girl even brought props.

I grab the instrument and slap it against my other palm a few times. "No more talkin’, Miss Reed," I warn her.

"But, sir-" she starts, before I lightly bring the ruler down across both cheeks. "Ah!"

"Quiet," I tease her, swattin’ at her sexy round behind again, this time a little harder than before. "Spread your legs," I order. "Wider." I swat her three times until her thighs are spread like I want them. For the next lick, I lower the ruler between her legs and slap it up against the length of her pussy lips.

"
Uh
!" she moans.

"You like the way that feels, Miss Reed?" I ask, poppin’ her with the ruler several quick times in a row until I can hear her pantin’ and her hips start to rock. I leave it pressed against her and she grinds herself down on it. When I pull it away, the evidence of her arousal can be seen on the ruler. "Oh, Miss Reed, you are soakin’ wet between your legs. Do you want me to find somethin’ else to rub you with down there?"

"Yes," she says barely above a whisper. 

I bend over her, pressin’ my chest to her back, my hard cock diggin’ into her ass through my pants and ask against her ear, "Do you have a boyfriend, Miss Reed?"

"N-no, sir," she stammers. 

"So no one's ever touched you...here?" I slip my hand underneath her from behind and cup her pussy.

She gasps again. "No."

No longer able to resist, I skim the tip of my index finger over her clit before plungin’ it inside of her wet heat. "What about...here?" I ask.

"N-no."

"How does that feel?"

"Good. More. Please more," she responds, and I'm certain her panting is not an act when she starts swivelin’ her hips tryin’ to make my fingers stroke her like she needs.

"Greedy girl. Don't worry. I'll give you more. I'll give you as much as you can take," I tell her, withdrawin’ my finger to add another.

“Huuh!
Ah
!” With the force of my two finger penetration and thumb pressin’ against her tight puckered back door, she throws her head back and moans, goin’ up on the toes of her heels. Movin’ her hair to the side with my free hand, I suck on her neck hard enough to mark her while I finger fuck her until she comes.

"Huuh yes! Mr. Abrams! Don't stop!" I can’t hold back my groan at her cries of pleasure, or the way she keeps the game goin’ usin’ “mister” when she clenches around my fingers.

"I'm not done with you yet, naughty girl." I pick her and spin her around before sittin’ her on the edge of the desk. "Show me your tight, drippin’ wet pussy." She slowly opens her thighs hesitantly. I fold the short skirt back and greedily push her legs open wider with both hands. "Did it feel good when I touched you here?" I ask, rubbin’ a finger through her dampness.

"Yes." She squirms and nods enthusiastically.                    

"After I fuck you with my tongue to get you good and ready for me, I'm gonna fill your tight little pussy with my big cock, over and over again."

I drop to my knees, and with the first flick of my tongue inside her, her back arches. “Yes! Uh!
Uhh
!" She screams, not the least bit fake, and apparently forgets that there are about twenty or so guys wanderin’ around just on the other side of the door.

"Shh, Miss Reed. We can't let anyone know what we're doin’ in here," I whisper to her, lookin’ up from between her thighs with a wide grin I can't seem to shake. As soon as my tongue touches her flesh again she gets louder until her body shakes with another orgasm.

Unable to wait a second longer, I get to my feet in front of her between those drippin’ wet, spread thighs that she wraps around my waist. Claire looks down and watches as I unzip my pants and pull my cock out, linin’ it up before I shove it into her. She falls back on her elbows, cryin’ out so loud I slap my palm over her mouth. “That mouth of yours is gonna get us in trouble, Miss Reed,” I tease her. “I’m gonna have to find somethin’ to put in it to keep you quiet.” Without a condom, I know exactly how I want this little role playin’ game to end - just like it does in the movie. But I'm not ready for the grand finale yet. I need to get my hands and mouth on her titties that are strainin’ against her see- through dress shirt.