Jude (A Cocky Cage Fighter Novel Book 2) (14 page)

I'm surprised Coach knows about Matt and wants him to stay away from Sadie. How did he not find out I was fucking her for a week? Even in his own damn house.    

Because unlike Matt, he trusts me with his daughter.

"And Sadie..." Coach starts and pauses. The anticipation of whatever he was going to say is killing me.

"Sadie what?" I can't help asking.

"I don't know if that asshole Ryder is still screwing with her or what, but she's been moping around all week, and I'm pretty sure she's been crying."

Ah shit. Is it my fault she's been upset or that bastard's? Now I can't help but worry about her.

I'm such an asshole for hurting her, and in a few hours, I'm gonna cock block the fuck out of that little sonofabitch. I might not be able to stop every guy from sleeping with Sadie, but I'll be damned if I let Matt have her.

“I swear it feels like a revolving door on the front of my house ever since prom," Coach says. "I’m gonna have to get a shotgun to warn the bastards off with.” 

“Well maybe if you didn’t let her dress so damn skimpy around the gym you wouldn’t have to deal with all those jackasses,” I say before I can help myself.

“Yeah, like she’d listen to me,” he replies, then chuckles. “Besides, protein shake sales have doubled in the last week.” 

I didn’t doubt that one bit.

Sadie

Why the fuck is Jude here?

It's not that I'm unhappy seeing him, because holy hell he's gorgeous. But what happened to him needing to spend every minute training? In nothing but blue boardshorts and dark sunglasses over his eyes, he's stretched out in a lounge chair with this hands behind his head. My heart hasn't even started to try and put itself back together yet. It's too fresh and I miss him so damn much. It's bad enough that I have to pretend to ignore him every freaking afternoon at the gym, but now I have to put up with him in my backyard?

Most of the younger
Havoc
guys are here though since this year we're having our annual pool party today instead of on July Fourth, the night we'll all be in Fairfax for Jude's fight. Brayden, Cassie, Lauren and I are the only females in attendance, and all three of them are currently draped over their significant others, happy as can be.

I've tried to keep moving, talking to everyone and not staying in the same spot for too long since Matt is
really
freaking eager to get me inside. I'd even considered it...until Jude showed up.

How am I supposed to mess around with another guy when I can't stop thinking about him sitting a few yards away? It's stupid since he obviously doesn't give a rat's ass about me, and now I've got to spend the next week at the beach with the good looking son of a bitch who doesn't want me.

That's the part I can't comprehend. I hadn't imagined the way he'd wanted me. There was an intense and amazing soul deep connection between us…at least I thought there had been. He told me he couldn't stop thinking about me and that he'd bought an apartment to spend more time alone with me. So why would he break up with me a day after moving in?

Unless...now that he's living on his own, he wants to sleep with lots of women, not just one. Maybe after losing his virginity he's ready to make up for lost time. God knows he won't have any trouble finding volunteers. Just the thought of him with another woman makes me feel nauseous.

But for whatever reason he's here, and although I can't see his eyes behind his dark glasses, I can almost feel his gaze on me.

Testing the theory I reach down to adjust one of the small black triangles of my bikini top, making sure everything is staying covered while keeping my eyes in his direction. His tongue wets his bottom lip before he turns his head away.

So maybe he's still attracted to me and I can find a way to use that to get his attention. Only one way to find out - Flirt with every single man here but him.

"Hey, Sam?" I call out to the blonde-haired fighter. He's just a year older than me and is at the moment coming down the steps into the pool. He's a lightweight, leaner than most the other guys, but really darn cute with blue eyes. We went out to dinner and a movie the night after Jude crushed my heart. I wanted to feel something for Sam, but sadly there was nothing.

"Hey, Sadie, what's up?" he asks with a smile, swimming over to me.

"Would you mind tightening the strings on my top? They feel a little loose," I say, reaching up to the dangling fabric around my neck.

"Oh, um, sure," he says.

I stand up in the shallow end of the pool and pile my hair up to secure it with the hair tie on my wrist. After a second I feel Sam pull the string to untie the original knot.

"Hold them tight, I don't want to flash anyone," I joke with him.

"Right," he says, tightening the two strings. "Is that okay? Too tight?"

"Nope, that's good," I assure him and he ties the bow. "Thanks, Sam."

One man down, two dozen more to go.

I climb out of the pool, now adjusting my bottoms to make sure my ass is covered before heading over to the table set up with drinks and a cooler of ice. Of course everything is non-alcoholic. That was one of my dad's rules for promising to stay away.

Lifting the lid off the cooler I grab one of the chunky cubes of ice and pop it into my mouth to cool myself down, then reach for another one.

"Ice...ice...baby?" Alex says from behind me with a chuckle. He's another welterweight guy like Jude and Matt, but he's shorter and stockier than the two of them, making him a better wrestler than an on-his-feet-fighter in the cage. He's not as good as Jude though. Alex runs his hand through his medium length brown hair that's wet and messy, dripping heavily like his bare upper body. It's so awesome that men only have to wear shorts when they swim, but even with all the muscular hotness wandering around, none get me hot and bothered like seeing even an inch of Jude's perfect carved body.

"Yeah, you want some?" I ask holding up the extra cube while crushing the other between my teeth.

"Sure," he says with a smile, opening his mouth wide for me to put it in. Only, instead of his mouth, I decide to do more of the very obvious flirting. I reach down and grab the elastic front of his boardshorts with one hand and drop the cube in with the other, seeing
all
the treasure at the end of his trail.

Surprise shows on Alex's face, his amber eyes going wide and jaw falling open an instant before he starts doing the ah-fuck-that's-cold dance. Honest to God, uncontrollable laughter bursts from me when he shoves his hand down his pants to try and chase the ice around his privates before finally fishing it out. But then there's a mischievous gleam in his eyes and a smirk on his face.

"You're in for it now," he warns with a smile before he lunges for me.

I run around the side of the pool, but he quickly catches me, trapping me against the privacy fence with his hips pressed into mine and a strong grasp on my shoulder holding me in place. My hands can't make his budge when he presses the ice cube against my bare stomach and rubs it lower in a straight line, past my sensitive belly button before pushing it down the front of my bikini bottoms. Now it's my turn to squeal and squirm, trying to dig it out as everyone around us watches, hooting and hollering with laughter.

When I get a hold of the ice after it's started melting in my bikini waxed area I look up and hold Alex's eyes before I pull it out and pop it into my mouth.

"Damn Sadie," he groans. "You play dirty. And just as soon as my junk unthaws, you're gonna make me embarrass myself."

That has me giggling again, and for a few minutes it's nice to not think about how much Jude hurt me.

With a flirty tilt of my head, I smile wide, holding the ice cube between my front teeth in offering, seeing if he'll take the bait.

Alex quickly goes for it, gripping both of my hips when he leans down and presses his lips to mine. Using my tongue I push the melting cube into his mouth, brushing his tongue on the retreat.

"When did you get so fucking sexy, Sadie?" he asks when he pulls back with only inches separating our faces.

"When you guys finally stopped treating me like I'm a little girl," I tell him honestly.

"Yeah, you’re definitely all grown up, and now you're the gold championship belt everyone wants to win."

That ridiculous comment makes me grin. "Oh really? So who's currently in the lead?"

"Malone," he says, crunching the ice between his teeth. "And everyone except Matt is too scared of him to make a move. But Matt's a fucking idiot, one you shouldn't waste another second with. He's only after one thing from you and every other girl he can get it from."

I know Matt is a player. I've heard the rumors at school about all the girls he's hooked up with. If he's using me then that's fine because in a way I'm using him, too. Best case scenario, seeing me with him will make Jude jealous, and worst case Matt will remind me that I'm wanted by someone.       

"So you're not making a move?" I ask Alex curiously.         

"Nope. Just wanted to make sure you knew. He's gone from having his best week ever when he was with you to the shittiest without you. If he's gonna beat Linc, I think he needs you in his corner."

"He doesn't want me in his corner," I reply.

"Yeah he does. He can't take his eyes off of you. If you think I'm wrong then step one foot inside your house with Matt and see what happens."

"Uh-uh," I say, shaking my head with a smile when I ease away from Alex.

I grab a bottle of water from the cooler and start sipping on it while I glance around the pool. When my eyes of course are drawn to Jude, I find him sitting up, straddling his lounge chair, and rubbing both hands over his face.

While I'm distracted Matt sneaks up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Hey, what the hell was going on with you and Alex?"

"Just messing around," I tell him.

"I'm the only one who gets to mess around with you," he says against my ear. "I've been waiting
all week
to mess with you."

"You want to go inside?" I tilt my head around to ask him. I'm ready to do this. Either Alex is right and Jude will stop us, or he won't, which means it's time for me to try and move on. One sure way to forget Jude is to replace the memories of fucking him with someone else. And Matt is damn hot. Brayden thinks he looks just like Zac Efron but taller. I can do casual sex with him, and enjoy it while I try to get over Jude. Sure. I have to start somewhere.

Oh God. I hope I don't throw up.                

"Hell yeah," Matt says. "Got any rubbers?"

I swallow back the bile and nod, thinking about the condoms Jude left here. Telling myself I need to do this to move on, I grab Matt's hand and take him up the back steps into the house.

By the time we get to my bedroom all the strings of my bikini have been pulled by him. The scraps of fabric fall to the floor, leaving me naked. While I'm grabbing a condom out of my dresser drawer, Matt starts to shut the bedroom door.

"No! You can leave it open," I tell him quickly. "If anyone comes in, they can um, watch."

"I'd rather lock it, so we, uh, don't get interrupted," he says, his voice shaking like he's nervous. Is he scared of Jude busting in? Well he won't be able to if the damn door's locked. I need to distract him.

The door's still cracked open when I toss the condom on the bed and drop to my knees, taking Matt's black boardshorts with me. His hand instantly comes off the doorknob and cups my head to bring it forward. Wrapping my fist around his half-mast cock I give him a few teasing strokes. He increases the pressure on my head, eager for me to take him into my mouth. I feel the exact opposite, in fact my stomach drops like it does on the plunging descent of a rollercoaster. Thankfully for me, and unfortunately for Matt, he never gets even a single lick of my tongue on his cock.

My bedroom door explodes wide open, hitting Matt in the side and knocking him off balance since his shorts are still around his ankles. I slap my palm over my mouth to keep from laughing. Some of the humor fades seeing Jude’s expression.                                                   

He looks like a beautiful, avenging angel. One that's extremely pissed off with tightly clenched jaw and fists, his bare chest heaving.

Jude hauls his fist back, and landing one hell of a haymaker to Matt's chin, sends the other man spinning to the floor. Grabbing his ankles, Jude pulls the unconscious man out into the hall, his cock still exposed, and then comes back into my bedroom, slamming and locking the door.

Now I have no idea what to expect, and I'm a little scared.

I stay kneeling on the floor, palms resting on my naked thighs. Jude presses his forehead and clenched fists against the door, the muscles in his back flexing because his chest is still rising and falling rapidly. I know he won't hurt me, at least not physically. But if he simply yells at me and walks out, it'll hurt worse than if he knocked me out cold.

After a few seconds he turns around, bracing his back against the door. His eyes are closed as his hands scrub down his face. When he finally looks at me I almost flinch at the rage in his dark eyes. With a single blink the emotion softens and turns to lust.

"Sadie, get off the fucking floor and put some damn clothes on," he says, his gaze dropping to my breasts before moving lower. Despite his words, he wants me, now I'm certain of that.

"No," I reply and his dark eyes come back up to meet mine again, the question in them easing more of his anger.

"No?" he repeats, pushing off the door and stalking toward me with the fluidity of a confident predator. I don't move a muscle when he comes to a stop towering above me. Even with the evidence of his arousal now less than an inch away from my face he says, "What? You think I want your mouth on me after you just sucked
his
cock?"

"Yes." I smile triumphantly, thinking about how he interrupted before it got that far. Alex nailed it. Jude's seriously pissed off. He wouldn't be this jealous if he didn't care about me. Matt and I had only been in here maybe two minutes tops before he busted in. He wants me and he doesn't want anyone else to have me.

"What the fuck are you smiling about?" he asks, looking down at me with heavy lidded eyes. His tone already sounds calmer despite the caustic words.

"I never got around to sucking his cock. He didn't even get a single lick before you knocked him out," I tell him, unable to hold back my giggle. "He's going to be
really
disappointed."