Caged: Cellar Door Series (24 page)

              “You guys might not but there are plenty of guys that will. You know MMA isn’t like football or basketball or any other sport. The contact is way different. There are any number of guys that will flat refuse to fight or train with me. Holland’s been holding this over my head for a few years now, ever since he walked in on me and my ex. Being the good manager he is, he made sure to snap a few photos.” Drew took a deep breath and blew it out. He was resigned, decision made already.

              Ray squatted down beside Holland, wrapping his fingers around the douche’s neck and squeezing hard, Holland’s eyes rounding into large circles as his air way was compressed. “A single whiff of Drew’s preferences get out that he doesn’t put in the street himself and you will cease to exist. Between the criminal activity of trying to kidnap my cousin and her friend, the damage to her vehicle and the fact that I know 20 ways to snap your fucking neck, you should feel real lucky that you are going to get to walk away breathing this time. See, you fucked with the wrong family Holland. It’s in your best interest to find another profession, in another state.”

              Ray put more pressure on Holland’s neck causing the asshole to cry out like a little bitch and gasp, trying to suck in air. After making his point, Ray finally relented enough to allow Holland to answer. “Okay, okay..”

              Ray looked like he wanted to go ahead and crush Holland’s wind pipe but finally released his hands and stood. He had two of his team members escort Holland from his room. Where the asshole ended up I didn’t care as long as he was far away from any of us.

              Everyone heard Ray mention his cousin, even if Matt, Kylee and I hadn’t already known the truth, the cat was out of the bag on that but at least with us, the knowledge was safe.

              Ray stretched out his arms like he could ease the tension in them as he watched Drew. “You sure you still are up to the fight Young?” It was down to the wire, just minutes away from time to step in the cage and get down to business.

              “Yeah, I’m good. It’s probably my last fight but at least it’ll be a good one.” Drew tapped his knuckles to Ray’s and then mine before heading out to his own locker room.

              Ray sat back down so his trainer could finish the tape on his hands. He would be wearing his MMA gloves too but still needed the layer of protection the tape offered.

I blew out a harsh breath. “You know that fucker is not going to go away as quietly as he acted like he would.” I’d known people like Holland most of my life, people like that didn’t change. They also looked for loopholes to get away with anything they wanted. I had no doubt we hadn’t heard the last from the stupid douche. Certainly Drew hadn’t.

              “Yeah, I’m pretty sure it’s far from over. He’s too greedy to just let shit go.” Ray strapped on his MMA gloves and slipped into a fresh robe. “Fucking shame if this really is Drew’s last fight. Guy’s good.”

              I had to agree. If Drew quit the sport, the sport would be losing a real talent.              

              I lay in my bed watching Kylee sleep, her hands tucked beneath the pillow. We’d slept through most of the morning after getting in late. She was facing me, unknowingly giving me a chance to memorize her serene face and I’d been trying to do that for almost two hours. My heart slammed against my chest at the idea of ever losing her. Her cheek sported a bruise that was every time I laid on eyes on, fucking slayed me.

“Shhhh.” I blinked at the sound Kylee made, her lips pursed though her eyes were still shut.

I wasn’t sure if she was awake or talking in her sleep but I spoke in a quiet tone to her anyway. “What do you mean? I didn’t saying anything?” I hadn’t spoken out loud until then at all, had been in my own head the entire time I’d been watching her.

“You’re thinking too loud. I can hear it.” I frowned at Kylee’s words. I had been thinking but how the fuck had she known that?

Her lids opened slowly revealing her sleepy big browns, one hand pulling from beneath the pillow to press against my face,  patting it in a I know you gesture.

“My bad baby girl. Wasn’t trying to disturb you.” I turned my head and pressed my lips into her palm. My chest was tightened.  Watching her sleep, waking with her, I knew she was it for me. The be all end all for me and I was determined to do everything in my power to keep her in my life whether I deserved her or not. I couldn’t let her go. My whole body tensed at the thought of her leaving me, of finally figuring out that she belonged with someone better.

Her hand moved to cup my cheek, her eyes staring at me intently. “When something is really bothering you, your eyes are so light blue its startling JD. Did you know that?” I shook my head back and forth in the negative. Nobody had mentioned it to me before but then again nobody had really given enough of a shit to notice either, nobody but Kylee.

“Let me tell you something Mr. Walker...” Kylee leaned up, placing both her palms to my chest, pushed me over onto my back and straddled me.

My response croaked out of me as my cock swelled along with that beating organ in my chest that Kylee owned. “What’s that Ms. Parrish?”

Kylee wiggled, grinding herself against me. She was wearing a small pair of panties and a one of my t-shirts while I was naked as the day I was born. Kylee leaned forward, her hair falling like a curtain around us “I’m not going anywhere. You know that right?”

I swallowed trying to maintain control since her warm heat, even covered with panties, was pressing against my hard cock.  “Yeah.”  My hands moved to rest on her hips. There wasn’t a part of me that didn’t want to believe that she wouldn’t leave me and still part of me just couldn’t reconcile it. I was lucky enough to have her at all, keeping her by my side always would be hitting the fucking lottery and everyone knows the odds of that.

Her lips brushed against mine as she spoke. “I mean it. I’m not going anywhere.” Her hips shifted, sliding her covered core against my rigid length.

My voice cracked both from the serious case of arousal that was burning through me and the feelings her words invoked. I felt like my damn chest was going to bust open. “Okay princess.”

Her lips moved down along my jaw, nipping at my skin. “I love you James David Walker. I’m not leaving you. It’s not happening so quit waiting for it too.”

My fingers tightened on her hips and I let her words wash over me. In truth Kylee was more than right. I was waiting for her to come to her senses and leave me but the determination in her voice, the stubbornness I heard each time she said she wasn’t going to leave me was shoring up the hope that built in my heart. I had to have faith in her words and her actions. It wasn’t going to be easy but I had no doubt that Kylee was going to prove her point to me. “Fuck I’m a lucky son of a bitch baby girl.”

Kylee’s lips moved along my jaw, to my ear where she nipped the lobe, my cock jerking in response. Her words whispered against the soft flesh. “Love it when you call me baby girl. I always have.”

I groaned, my fingers pressing more firmly into her hips. Kylee was fucking killing me and she knew it. I hooked the index fingers on both my hands through the sides of her panties, tearing the thin lace and removing the barrier that was keeping her from me causing Kylee to squeal. Sitting up straight, her arms rose over her head to allow me to strip off the t-shirt she’d put on the night before.

Her hands landed on my headboard, her lower body grinding over mine forced a ragged groan from me. When she popped up on her knees, I reached between us and rubbed the head of cock against her slick entrance, coating her wetness over me before using my hand to guide my erection through her folds to tease her clit.

Kylee’s head fell back, the ends of her long hair grazing the hand I had at her hip as I rubbed against her tight bundle of nerves again with my erection.

She was beautiful, her bare body hovering over mine, a sweet moan falling from her lips. Kylee lowered herself, sheathing my cock with her velvet walls, inch by inch, slowly taking me in fully. Raising herself back up, every bit as slowly, she began to descend over me again. It took every bit of will power I owned to keep from flipping her over and slamming myself into her until I was buried so deeply there was no way to tell where she ended and I began.  It was the sweetest fucking torture, her body slowly moving over mine.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, my sanity ready to snap; I leaned forward, cupped a breast in my palm and laved my tongue over the puckered tip, teasing her as much as she was me. Kylee’s momentum picked up, her body beginning to ride mine in earnest as I switched from one breast to the other, giving each equal attention. I drew the turgid peak between my lips, sucking deeply and moved my free hand so my thumb could stroke her clit. Kylee’s body began to quake, her thighs beginning to tremor but not slowing her down.

              Her fingers gripped at the headboard, her body moving up and down in a punishing pace and it was rapidly driving me to the edge. My teeth closed around her nipple, pinching the swollen point, my thumb rubbing over her clit. Kylee’s head snapped forward, her chin almost touching her chest as her orgasm crashed over her, my name wrenching from her throat. Her walls pulsed and clenched around me as she thrust down hard once more. My abdomen flexed and heat coiled low in my groin, my balls drawing up tight. My thigh muscles locked up and my back bowed when my release erupted from me.

              Kylee collapsed against me, her head cradled by my shoulder and I wrapped both my arms around her, holding her to me and tried to find a normal rhythm for breathing.

It was several minutes later before either of us moved or spoke and I was fine with that because I still hadn’t gotten my breathing back under control.

Kylee shifted and pressed her lips to my chest, the soft pillows moving against my inked skin as she talked. “It was nice of Ray to invite us over today.”

Ray’s fight though close, had gone as expected with Ray winning. Drew Young had put up a hell of a fight and would be a force to contend with in the future if he chose to remain in the sport, I hoped he would. I could definitely see Ray and Drew meeting up again.

After Ray’s win, he’d invited us all to his home for a cook out to celebrate.

My hand tangled in her hair and I was dead serious when I tilted so she could look at me. “Yeah that was cool of him but if Javier so much as looks at you wrong; I will knock him on his fucking ass.”

Kylee sat up, my fingers releasing the dark strands of her hair and smacked my shoulder, giving me an unconvincing scowl. “Javier is harmless. Leave him alone. ”

I grunted in disbelief and growled. “He’s harmless as long as he knows he might be in danger of taking his last breath. If he thought for one second he could get away with it, he’d be all over you like stink on shit.”

Kylee scrunched up her nose and scoffed but didn’t argue further knowing there was no way she’d win this battle.

“You’re mine Kylee girl and I won’t share or play nice when it comes to you.” I planted a palm on her ass as she moved to get out of bed. “Hustle up or we’re going to be late.”

Spinning around, she stuck her tongue out at me after her feet hit the floor. I cocked a brow and smirked. “That an offer?” I was out of the bed and in three steps had her backed against the bedroom door, my cock already swelling again.

“Because if it is I damn sure accept.” Kylee blushed a pretty shade of pink from her cheeks down to her chest that was covered by the towel she’d grabbed.

“Stop it JD or we will definitely be late.” Standing on tip toe, she pressed her lips to my throat, trailing them up to my ear when I dropped my chin towards my chest to give her more access as she whispered sexily. “If you behave, when we get home, I will make it more than worth your while.”

Groaning, I forced myself to back up and give her space to get out of my door. “Hurry up before I say fuck Ray and his celebration.”

Kylee knew I’d do just that if she teased me any further and scurried her sweet little ass out the door.

An hour later both Kylee and I were cleaned up and dressed. Matt was sitting in the living room waiting on us, rising from his seat as soon as we entered the living room.

“You guys ready?” Matt was already moving towards the front door.

“Hurry much?” I palmed my keys and cell, passing Kylee her purse. A flip of my ball cap around so it faced backwards and we were ready to go.

“Where’s Ronnie?” Kylee looked around like she was waiting for Ronnie to appear at any second since she’d come home with us from Ray’s fight.

Matt on the other hand had skipped right over my question about his rush. “She had some stuff to take care of earlier. She’s meeting us there.” We all walked out to Matt’s car and got in. Ray only lived a few miles away which was a good damn thing because my stomach took the moment to let out a loud growl, both Kylee and Matt cracking up.

“I don’t know what the fucks funny. I am about to starve to death. I think my stomach’s going to start eating itself any second now.” Until then I hadn’t even noticed I was hungry, had been entirely too distracted to give two shits about shoving food down my throat.

Kylee grinned and Matt laughed again earning him a one finger salute from me.

When we pulled into Ray’s, cars lined both sides of his driveway and overflowed into the grass. Ray had a nice two story cape cod, not huge but well kept. The guy was doing alright for himself considering he was only a little older than me.

We followed the sounds of voices and laughter around the side of the house and entered the gate into Ray’s back yard. Tables were set up all over, pop up tents set over them to offer shade. Ray was at a large grill, a spatula in one hand, a cold beer in the other and talking animatedly with several other people crowding around him.

The three of us found an empty table and set up camp, Matt going off to get us drinks. He returned with three beers and a smiling Ronnie, who dropped in a chair next to Kylee and began pointing out and identifying the other guests after saying hello. Ronnie had changed her hair again, this time it had a bright pink base with black tips on the ends. The chick changed hair color more often than people changed underwear almost. A lot of  the guests seemed to be relatives, a few where other fighters that I’d met at different times, all in all, the place was packed with well wishers for Ray.

Matt and I had spoken to Javier and several others, had eaten and were sitting back relaxing waiting for Kylee and Ronnie to bring back fresh beers after a bathroom run when Ray stopped by our table. He sat down in the chair next to Matt, beer in hand and grinned.

Ray seemed like he had a good buzz rocking and deserved it.

I taped knuckles with him. “Great party man. Food was fucking awesome.” I’d immediately filled my empty stomach and wasn’t exaggerating, the food had been killer.

“Thanks. Glad you guys could make it. I saw Ronnie and Kylee running around a few minutes ago.” I nodded, finishing the last bit of my beer.

“They are on a mission to get to the bathroom.”

Ray laughed. “Makes sense since they could barely spare me a hello. I was beginning to think I stunk or something.” Matt and I both laughed and then said in unison. “You do.”

Ray’s smile became serious and Matt and I leaned towards him. “I wanted to thank you two, especially you Matt for keeping an eye on Ronnie. She means a lot to my family and me. If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”

A sharp intake of breath followed by a beer bottle getting slammed between the three of us drew my eyes up to meet Ronnie’s gray gaze. Beer foam spewed up from the bottle and flowed onto the table. She might as well have been breathing fucking fire for the anger that was rolling through her eyes.

Matt stammered trying to get an apology and explanation out all at once but Ronnie was having none of that shit at all.

Her head swung towards Matt, her shoulders rigid. “So you’ve been hanging out with me because my stupid cousin asked you too? That’s why you call and text constantly? Keeping an eye on me for Ray? You know what Matt Layne, you’re a fucking fraud. It was bad enough you were looking out for me because of this dumb ass…” Ronnie slapped the back of Ray’s head hard, the big ass fighter not even daring to flinch and smartly holding his mouth knowing she was beyond pissed. She set her hard stare right back on Matt. “Was sleeping with me the reward or just an added bonus?”