Linc (A Cocky Cage Fighter Novel Book 3) (6 page)

"Mmm," Eve moans into my mouth when my Cock Ness Monster rises up from the depths to poke her bare stomach. Instead of being offended, she kisses me harder, pushin’ her soft breasts against my chest and rubbin’ her lower body against my bulge. It feels so fuckin’ good that I can’t get enough of her, and I don't ever want it to end.

Based on the catcalls and whistles around us, it’s obvious that we’ve drawn an audience. The beast roars his approval, and demands I assert my claim on her for all the gawkers. With my hands circlin’ Eve’s lean waist, I lift her light as a feather body and slam her back against the wall. Now that she's braced against an unmovin’ surface, I can feel all of her sexy curves. Any concern that I may have been too rough with her flies out the window when she hikes her leg up around my hip so that my cock is lined up with her pussy. I palm and squeeze that raised, left ass cheek to hold her in place while I grind my length against the crevice. The Cock Ness Monster is begging to burrow himself deeper into her cavern.

Usin’ my tongue, I show her exactly what I have in mind for those two lower body parts if there wasn't any fabric in the way. How I would take my time to get her good and wet before I fill her up with my long, hard cock. I'd tease her, givin’ her just a taste with slow, deep strokes, over and over again until she can't take anymore and pulses in pleasure, holdin’ me hostage and squeezin’ me dry. 

Eve’s gasps sharpen and become more frequent in my mouth, right before I feel her entire body shiver against mine.

Hold on a second. That shiver felt a helluva lot like...I freeze in disbelief. “Did you…did you just
come
?” I whisper against her lips.

“Uhm.” Eyes remainin’ closed with her lips parted, she mutters a non-committal response, which pretty much answers my question anyway. I'm certain she would have adamantly denied that shit if she hadn't, but right now, well, she looks so fuck drunk that she probably doesn't have a care in the world.

Knowin’ I’m the one who put the blissed out expression on her face has me worried that the big, stupid ass grin I’m currently rockin’ might be permanent. I made her orgasm with just a kiss. It’s a huge relief, because while I may have paid
a lot
of money to meet her,
she
is the only one who got off tonight.

Now I’m certain that she actually wants me and wasn’t pretendin’ just to make a couple grand. The crazy thing I can’t figure out is, I thought only women who haven’t been touched in a
long
time can get off that fuckin’ fast without any sort of penetration or direct tongue to clit contact.

Maybe I’m completely wrong, and that’s not even what just happened here. Or hell, maybe someone else got her wound up earlier tonight and she's just been teeterin’ right on the edge, ready to go over again. 

Doin’ somethin’ I know I absolutely shouldn’t do, and may very well end up gettin’ killed for, I reach down between our bodies and cup her pussy for curiosity’s sake to confirm whether or not…ah fuck yes! Eve throws her head back against the wall and lets out a needy moan simultaneous to my curse. The thin piece of fabric is so goddamn soggy you could practically wring it out. My cock strains even harder against my zipper knowin’ just how close he is to playin’ in her Slip ‘N Slide. Even if she wasn’t a porn star, she is more than ready to easily take a hose as big as mine.  

Since she doesn’t tell me to stop, I don’t even consider it. My body and her hitched up thigh is blockin’ the view of my hand between her legs, and even if it wasn’t…fuck it. Let them all watch. I'm surprised that a bouncer hasn’t pulled me off of her yet, but since we’re not in a private room and
she
initiated the kiss, I guess the “no touchin’” rule doesn’t apply.

Hell, that’s the moment I realize that out of all the fuckers in here, she’s lettin’ me and
only me
touch her tonight. She said some assholes snuck a grab here and there earlier, but not with her permission or approval. Unlike what I’m doin’ to her that she’s not only enjoying, but she doesn’t seem inclined to call an end to anytime soon. You can be damned sure that I won’t be puttin’ on the brakes. She could tell me to pull out my cock and fuck her right here against the wall in front of everyone and I would. In a second. With a condom of course, because I’m not stupid and she is a porn star.     

I move my lips up and over to her ear to ask so only she can hear, “You want me to make you come again, baby?” Why the fuck do I call her
baby
of all things? I have no fuckin’ idea. I’ve never used the word on any woman before, but there’s somethin’ about her…I just want to take care of her. I want to make her mine, even if it’s only for tonight.

“Y-yes,” she stutters, her breasts heavin’ against my chest with her pants. “I need...I need...”

I can’t help my chuckle at her inability to form a sentence as I slip my fingers underneath the damp fabric and my thumb finds and teases her swollen clit.

"Huuh! Huuh!
Huuuh
!" She starts rockin’ her hips against my fingers and makin’ these deep, throaty moans that causes pre-cum to ooze from the tip of my cock. I’m a fuckin’ expert on how Eve Kelly sounds when she's about to come, and this one is completely new. Usually she's more of the "
Yes! Yes! Oh yes!
" variety, still formin’ coherent words, so to know I’ve made her speechless has me feelin’ like I’m ten feet tall and bulletproof.

“Is this what you need, beautiful?” I ask, swirlin’ my tongue in the same tight circles on her neck as the ones the pad of my thumb is makin’ on her clit. The sweet taste of fresh oranges burstin’ in my mouth causes me to increase my suction, no doubt markin’ her. I suck even harder to make damn sure I leave her a souvenir to take home, remindin’ her and every other fucker in here who made her come apart tonight.  

"Please," she moans, her nails gougin’ the back of my neck. "Oh God, please." Hearin’ her beg almost makes me shoot my load right then and there.

“Just answer one question for me and I’ll get you off again," I promise her. "When was the last time you came for another man?” For some reason I need to fuckin’ know. Was it earlier tonight? Is that why she’s so worked up?

She gasps and clutches me to her tighter as she gets closer to her release. “Eight…eight or nine…months.”

“Eight or nine months?” I repeat in shock.

“Don’t stop!” Her words make me realize that my hand on her pussy has quit movin’ as my brain tried to process her answer. Eight or nine months? Months. More than half a year? How does a porn star go so long without comin’? That shit must really be fake on camera.

Not wantin’ to leave her sufferin’ any longer, I stroke two fingers through her slick pussy lips to lube them up before easin’ them into her tight heat that immediately starts clenchin’ around them. I pump the two long digits in and out slowly while my thumb keeps circlin’ her clit.       

“
Uh
! Uh, God, Linc!” She moans and shakes in my arms when she comes again like it’s the best fuckin’ orgasm of her life. I cover her mouth with mine since she’s so loud it has to be obvious to everyone around us what’s going on.
Nothin’ to see here people, just a gorgeous porn star comin’ for me. Twice
. Shit, is this really happening? I have to be dreamin’ because there’s no way the sexy woman from my wildest fantasies just collapsed in my arms after I finger fucked her in a strip club full of men.

“Oh, wow,” Eve whispers, pullin’ her lips away and lookin’ up at me through droopin’, hazy blue eyes. “That was…” I wait for the adjective she’ll use to describe it. Amazin’? Incredible? Mind-blowin’? “Embarrassing.”

Embarrassing
is the word she decides to go with? Well fuck. I immediately slip my fingers out of her miniscule bottoms, barely resistin’ the urge to stick them in my mouth and lick her arousal from them just to taste her.

“Sorry,” I mutter insincerely. I’m not sorry, even if she is uncomfortable now that it’s all over. I’ll replay those few previous minutes in my mind probably until the day I die, because for me it was mind-blowin’.

When she removes her arms from the tight grip around my neck, I reluctantly lower her until both of her red high heels touch the ground again.

“I, um, I better go,” she says softly with her eyes lowered to the roll of cash still clutched in her fist.

“Right.” I try and likely fail to hide my disappointment that she’s up and leavin’ after we just did...that. “Well, thanks for one hell of a night,” I tell her honestly. “It’s definitely one I’ll never forget.”

She finally looks up at me with a stunnin’ smile lightin’ up her beautiful face before she says, “Me, either. Thank you, Linc Abrams." She slides out from underneath me and walks away, leavin’ me with the incredible view of her gorgeous ass in nothin’ but that white thong, the left cheek still bearin’ the redness from where my hand just gripped it.

I may be hurtin’ with the worst case of blue balls in the history of mankind, but that was by far the best four thousand dollars I've ever spent. Unfortnately, I’m pretty sure it’s gonna take a helluva lot more than AA meetings to help me with my addiction. Just seein’ her wasn’t enough. I needed to touch her, and from the second I tasted her lips on mine the gateway was opened to a much more dangerous obsession. Bein’ hooked on porn was nothin’ compared to bein’ addicted to the touch of an angel. I’m already goin’ through the brutal withdrawals. My twitchin’ hands are restless wantin’ to caress her smooth skin. I’m so damn irritable I could gouge the eyes out of every fucker in the buildin’, and the thought of never seein’ Eve again makes me want to vomit.

Claire

Holy shit.

The huge, goofy ass smile stays on my face the whole time I'm changing into dry panties, jeans, and sweater backstage, and then riding in the passenger seat with James driving us back to the hotel.

"Linc Abrams is a fucking loaded gravy train. You need to do whatever it takes to ride him," the bastard interrupts the quiet darkness.

"No," I say automatically. The kiss, and ah, make out session that ended with me coming in front of a room full of people temporarily pushed aside the guilt I have about how much money Linc gave me. Oddly enough, James didn't even ask for a cut after Linc flattened him like a pancake against the wall and almost made him piss his pants. Even if I hadn't already started falling for the incredible man, seeing him scare James would've sealed the deal.

Linc was not only gentle and sincere with me, but he was so freaking hot. I can still feel the imprint of the pad of his thumbs on my hips and lower on my still throbbing clit. I taste his lingering beer flavor on my lips, which is not at all unpleasant. And that comforting smell of his, pine and vanilla, reminding me of happy childhood Christmases before I stopped believing in the magic, still lingers on my skin. I dread having to shower and wash it off. 

I can't help but keep replaying that amazing kiss over and over again. I've never kissed anyone like that before, or gotten that turned on from just a kiss. Linc wanted me, no ifs, ands, or butts about it.
No, actually, Linc wanted your sister
, I remind the silly girl inside me with her head still in the clouds. He doesn’t even know my name. A rush of melancholy washes over me at that realization. 

As soon as the lighted hotel sign comes into view, my good mood deflates even more. I need to check on Mandy, and see if I can get her to eat or drink something other than drugs and alcohol. James parks his black Scion right next to my ancient, white Accord in front of the one level hotel and then we both get out to head inside. I pull out the spare room key from my purse, but quickly see it's unnecessary since the door opens when I simply turn and push the knob. Dammit, Mandy! She should know better, especially in a shady part of town like we're in overrun with panhandlers and prostitutes walking the streets, desperate enough to do anything including murder you for a dollar. The sound of police sirens is like a constant soundtrack blaring in the background.

I take two steps inside the mildew smelling room before my eyes land on the first bed and it becomes perfectly obvious that Mandy’s not alone.

"Get off of her you stupid son of a bitch!" I exclaim and lunge for Bobby Manus, the piece of shit. He’s on top of Mandy, fucking her with his clothes still on while she lies on her stomach underneath him, and she doesn’t seem the least bit responsive.

James yanks me backwards with his arm banded around my waist, preventing my attack. I try to fight my way free, elbowing him in the stomach, but his hold tightens, now with both arms locked around me, pinning my arms down against the sides of my body.

"Almost...done," Bobby, the asshole, says to us over his shoulder.

“Oh my God,” I mutter in disgust. With three more thrusts he comes to a stop and lets out a groan. I want to throw up, and if James doesn’t ease up on my stomach I just might.     

Even though the two are technically supposed to be together, James doesn't give a shit about Mandy or who she fucks as long as she keeps making him money. His ultimate loyalty is to the big bossman, just like Bobby's. Both are Vito Scarfone's goons who only care about making him happy and even richer, doing whatever it takes to make that happen.

Bobby climbs off the bed and turns around to face me and James as he zips his dick back up in his jeans. I try really hard to ignore the bulge I feel pressed against my backside from the front of James's pants.

"What?" Bobby asks with a sardonic grin. "She said she didn't have any money for me, so she told me I could fuck her for an extension."

"You're a day early!" I scream at him as my eyes worriedly go back to the bed. Mandy is still flat on her stomach. When she moves, brushing the hair out of her face before she rolls to her back I’m finally able to exhale the breath of relief I was holding.

"And she's three months late on repaying Scarfone the thirty-five thousand she owes him," the asshole replies. 

"Thirty-five?" I ask. "What's the extra five for?"  

"Interest and an eight-ball," he says with a shrug of indifference.
Fuck!
We'll never pay them off at this rate if they keep adding interest, and if Mandy doesn't stop digging a deeper hole for a few stupid hits of cocaine.

"Sorry, sissy," Mandy mutters, and I relax even more hearing her voice, knowing she was at least somewhat coherent while he fucked her.

"Don't worry about the money. Claire here not only pulled it off tonight, but she racked up!" James says from where he still stands behind me, finally releassing his hold on my arms. "Who would've guessed that Linc Abrams is a
huge
Eve Kelly fan?"

"No shit! Linc Abrams?" Bobby ask with a grin. "The MMA legend?"

"Uh-huh," James answers. "Paid three grand for a private lap dance."

The gorgeous blond man is a freaking fighting
legend
? No wonder he has so much money, but it's crazy how modest he seemed about it. And of course James failed to mention the thousand dollars of our money that he's keeping for himself.

Mandy giggles. "Claire actually gave a guy a lap dance?" she asks, knowing my ineptness at dancing and my adamant refusal to get undressed for any amount of money.

"She did," James confirms. "Got that dude
all
strung out. I think there's an enormous cash cow just waiting to happen."

"No," I say yet again. I'm not doing anything to help him swindle even more money from Linc. He's too sweet of a guy, and I refuse to keep lying to him about who I am, even if I do want to see him again

"If we could get him to agree to do a movie..." James says like he didn't hear me.

"You'd make bank!" Bobby finishes.

"He wouldn't
ever
agree to do a movie," I tell them to dissuade that shitty idea.

"Oh, I bet he would, and I bet you'd want to be his co-star," James says with a smirk.

"Hell no," I respond right away, taking a seat on the foot of the empty queen bed.

"Well, then I'm sure Mandy wouldn't mind fucking the famous fighter, would you, Mandy?"  James asks, climbing in bed next to her and wrapping an arm around her waist. Thinking of her with Linc causes the acid in my stomach to burn as it starts making its way up my throat. He can't be serious!

"Is he hot?" my sister asks, looking back and forth between us.

James snorts in response. "Claire seemed to think so. She fucking dry humped him in front of everyone in the club before we left."

"Claire!" Mandy exclaims in surprise before reaching beside the bed for her pack of Marlboro's and a lighter sitting on the nightstand. "Were you just trying to get a better tip or did you really like him?"

Ignoring her question, I instead yell at her. "Dammit, Mandy! I thought you were gonna quit." Although, I've heard that word a million times from both my sister's and my brother's mouths.
I quit the business. I quit smoking. I'm gonna quit drinking. I swear I quit all the drugs.
 

"So you liked him, huh?" Now she ignores my comment, stupidly lighting up a cigarette despite the fact that our own mother died of lung cancer.

"He was nice-"

"While this girl talk is riveting, give me the money so I can get the fuck back to Durham," Bobby interrupts.              

I reach into my back pocket and pull out the thick roll of hundreds. My heart sinks since it would be so nice to get to keep such an incredible amount of money instead of always forfeiting it over to these assholes. Not only could we stop eating off the dollar menu, but we would get ahead on rent and utilities. Mandy could buy the black, knee-high boots and new cell phone she's been wanting. I could get the heat in my car fixed and buy oils instead of watercolors, and canvas instead of paper to paint on. One day, maybe, whenever this shit is all finally paid off.

I place the five thousand I got from the club and three thousand from Linc into Bobby’s dirty, outstretched hand.  He counts each of the bills, and then says, "Only twenty-seven thousand to go, if you get it paid off by next week."

That's never gonna happen, but at least it's a decent size dent.

As soon as Bobby leaves, I kick James out and start running a bath for Mandy to get the nasty smell of sex with an asshole off of her. She stumbles so much that I have to put an arm around her waist to help her get the few feet away to the bathroom. After she's submerged in the warm water, I put the lid down on the toilet and sit next to her just to make sure she doesn't pass out and drown. Sure enough, within minutes, she starts sliding lower and lower with her eyes closed like she's asleep. It doesn't take long for her chin to hit the water.

"Mandy!"

She startles awake, her arms and legs splashing water all over me and the bathroom floor when she shouts, "Fuck! Why are you yelling at me?"

"You fell asleep."

"So?" she says, tilting her head to the side to look over at me.

"
So,
do you want to drown?" I ask.

Mandy looks down at her palms as she lifts them and lets the water run through her fingers. "If I did, I could finally escape this fucked up life."

My chest constricts, hearing my little sister make such a flippant comment about something as serious as suicide. "Don't say that shit, Mandy. It's your life, and
you
are the only one who can make it better. We could get you into another rehab program. You could stop making the movies-"

"And what would I do instead?" she asks. "Waitress for two dollars an hour plus tips?"

"Hey, it may not be an ideal job, but at least I get to keep my dignity and self-respect when I go home at night," I reply defensively as I get to my feet and cross my arms over my chest.

"I lost all of my dignity and self-respect a looong time ago," she says sadly. "Probably right around the time I let the world watch me suck a man's dick while getting fucked in the ass."

I wince at her gross and way too explicit description. "You don't have to always be Eve Kelly. You can be Mandy Reed and do anything else you want," I tell her. Even as I say this I know it's not exactly true. People are always approaching me, thinking I'm her because we look so much alike and they've seen the pornos. Since it's not in fact me in the movies, I always act like I don't know what the hell they're talking about and simply walk away. Easier for me to do than her, I'm sure. It'll be hard for Mandy to get away from the image, but she can do it if she really wants to.

…

Tossing and turning with too many thoughts of money, a sexy man named after a video game character, and all of Mandy and Mason’s problems bouncing around inside my head, I don’t get much sleep that night. Instead I mostly lay there and listen to Mandy snoring, wishing our life had turned out differently and then feeling stupid knowing that wishing for things isn’t worth a shit.

The next morning, Mandy and I check out of the hotel and I drive the two of us back to Durham. We could've easily made the half hour drive last night, but the strip club was paying for the shitty hotel that's nicer than our apartment, since they have no idea that Eve Kelly lives just a few miles away. We’ve been in North Carolina for a little over four years, ever since Mandy signed with Scarfone's porn production company whose headquarters is just out in the suburbs of the city. 

My sister is slightly more coherent today than she was last night. When we stop at the IHOP, I'm shocked after she actually eats most of her stack of pancakes and drinks straight orange juice with no alcohol for the first time probably since we were kids.

In our small, rundown, two-bedroom apartment, I leave her alone and shut myself in my room, relieved that the whole ordeal at the club is over and done with, no one the wiser to our substitute porn star scheme. Even though I try to force myself to stop thinking about Linc Abrams, I can’t. Not only was he the hottest man I've ever laid eyes on, but in those few short minutes, he treated me better than anyone else ever has. And he thought I was a slutty porn star that fucked men on camera for money! That didn't seem to matter to him. Or maybe it did. Is that why he paid so much money for the private dance? Was he hoping to get more than a dance? No, I don't think so. If that's what he wanted, he would've been more aggressive and not so sweet.

Now that he's on my mind I feel guilty; guilty for lying about who I am and guilty for accepting his ridiculous amount of money. Well, there's one small thing I can do to alleviate some of the guilt. I take my empty glass to the bathroom and fill it up with water, then sit down at the little wooden desk in the corner of my bedroom. Spreading the thick paper out in front of me, I tap the handle of the brush to my lips, trying to decide what to paint. Usually I just close my eyes and…see the scene. I haven't traveled much, mostly just from Ohio to North Carolina, and once to the beach, but my imagination usually pulls its own small piece of nature from somewhere and directs me on what to create.