Jude (A Cocky Cage Fighter Novel Book 2) (5 page)

"Sorry," Ryder barely mutters through clenched teeth, and after Jude lets him go, he heads in the direction of the bathroom.

"I think you scared the piss out of him," I tell Jude.

"What an asshole," he remarks, shaking his head. "You did good standing up to him, just don't let the shit he said get to you."

"He's forgotten. I'm not sure what I ever saw in him," I say honestly. Jude makes every other male look like chopped liver, and top that off with his sweet personality, well, I'm a goner.

"And I'm still not sure what your dad was thinking, letting you go out in public in that damn dress," Jude counters, eyeing me up and down with such intensity in his eyes that the pulsing between my legs returns in full force. "I almost want to give you my jacket to cover up, so guys will stop checking you out, but then I won't be able to see it."

"It's not that bad," I respond, looking down at my two piece outfit. My face has to be burning so bright it practically glows. I'm at a loss for what to think about his flirty words. I don't want to fool myself into thinking he actually wants me.  

"Yes, it is that bad," he says seriously. "No shit, every jackass that looks your way has to reach down to adjust himself."

"Like you did back at the house?" I ask with a grin, unable to help myself.

Jude barks out a laugh and scratches the thin line of sexy, dark scruff covering his jaw. "Caught that, huh? I thought I was being discreet."

"I'm just glad my dad didn't notice or he probably would've canceled my room reservation," I tell him, feeling braver with the knowledge that he admitted that he got aroused just looking at me.

He leans down closer to ask, "I'm sorry, your what?"

"Room. Upstairs." I point toward the ceiling just to make it clear.

He blinks silently at me for several seconds. "You're fucking kidding. Why would a parent in their right mind let you go out looking like that
and
voluntarily give you a hotel room?"

"Almost everyone's staying here tonight. My dad thinks Brayden and I are sharing one, but I'm pretty sure she's gonna stay with Graham."

Jude's wide-eyed surprised expression is hilarious, a strange mixture of let's-get-it-on and something else I'd almost say is...fear or nervousness, maybe? But that’s preposterous.

"So you...you have a room here? Upstairs? All to yourself?"

"Yeah."

A battle seems to be waging in Jude's midnight eyes. If I had to guess, I'd say his personal devil and angel are having it out, competing in their very own brutal cage fight. I’m rooting for the red guy with horns to beat the shit out of the guy with a halo. As soon as Jude rolls his broad shoulders back I assume an official decision has been reached by the judges.

He hooks his finger into the waistband of my skirt, and grazing my sensitive navel, pulls me forward until I'm flush against his enormous, rock-hard body. His other hand slides down the back of my dress, almost cupping my bottom. Just the heated look in his heavy lidded eyes has my heart racing before he even asks, "Then what the fuck are we doing down here?"   

…

Jude

This is it. Tonight is the night. The night I'll finally lose my virginity. How ironic is it that it'll be during a high school prom? It's time, way past time, damn it. And I can’t handle any more dancing with this sexy woman before I go off like a rocket.

"Let me grab my purse from the table and I'll go check in," the temptress says without hesitation and with a stunningly beautiful smile, letting me know she's ready to climb aboard this train to Fuck-Me-Town.

Good, so I hadn't been too forward.

And great, now I can't stop the annoying tune of
Funkytown
from playing through my mind, replaced with my new lyrics.

Won't you take me to Fuck-Me-Town?

Won't you take me to Fuck-Me-Tooowwwnn?
                  

"I need to...check on something real quick. So why don't you go...do that and I'll meet you in the lobby?" I ask, running the back of my finger along her soft stomach, and getting distracted. I like making her gasp a little too much, so I really need to stop touching her. Otherwise I'm two seconds away from dragging her into the men's bathroom, peeling back the slit of the cock-teasing dress, wrapping her legs around my waist, and fucking her hard and fast against the wall.

Oh hell, and the way she's looking up at me right now, like she's a goddamn genie ready to give me any three wishes I want, I know she'd let me do it, too.

If Sadie is in fact a genie, I have my wishes all lined up. My first wish would be to pop my cherry, rubbing one off deep inside of her. The second would be for her to use that sexy, cock sucking mouth to rub one off on the back of her throat. And the third wish of course would be for an unlimited supply of wishes one and two. 

I'm fucking losing it.

Despite the urgency and need, I remind myself that Sadie deserves better than a men's room. Damn it, I deserve better than fucking her beside a disgusting urinal. After waiting for so long, I don't need chick shit like rose petals and candles or whatever, but screwing in a public bathroom my first time is just too damn gross.

"Hurry because...God, Sadie, you are so fucking gorgeous. I haven't even told you that tonight, have I? No? I'm such an asshole. But you are, and I've blown completely past
wanting
to get you naked, and dove straight into
needing
to be inside you. And it has to be right now because for some reason it feels like my life depends on hearing you scream my name." After I hear the words leave my mouth I realize how goddamn selfish I'm being, and face-palm myself. "Dammit," I grumble, running my hand down my face in shame because I'm fucking this all up and coming across as a demanding asshole. "And here I am being all presumptuous and shit, pushing you into something you may not be ready for or even want-"

My rambling monologue cuts off abruptly when Sadie's palms simultaneously cover both my lips and my aching cock.

"Ah God," I groan against her soft hand when the lower one gives my painfully hard shaft a squeeze. I close my eyes to savor the feeling while my hips automatically thrust forward into her grip, not caring who might see. My cock keeps on panting and begging her to pet it again like it's a goddamn dog.  

"I'm so ready that a flash flood warning just went into effect," Sadie says softly. "This is what I want, too, more than anything. So don't you
dare
talk yourself out of it, or I swear to God I will knee you so hard that you'll never need to wear another cup again."

My eyes fly open at the same time my eyebrows shoot up toward the sky after hearing the tiny woman's very unexpected threat to my boys. But damn if I don't love hearing about how turned on she is. I
really
like seeing this unexpected, sexy, aggressive side of Sadie, showing me she's just as desperate for me as I am for her.     

"Okay?" she asks, unfortunately removing her hands from me. After I swallow down a groan, I give a nod, and then she turns around and strolls back to the ballroom. My eyes stay glued to her ass until it’s out of sight.

All right, now what was I going to do? Oh yeah, call Page.

Pulling my phone out of my pocket I head to the lobby then out the front sliding doors for a little privacy. Dialing her up, I listen to the rings, hoping she'll answer. It isn't
that
late, so hopefully she won't bitch about me waking up Xavier.

Thankfully, she answers. “Hey, Jude! How's the prom?"

"Page, I'm in need of some urgent legal advice, so I want your assurance that this conversation is attorney-client privileged."

"Um...sure. Your brother's distracted with some scary movie at the moment. What's up? "

"Good. So, what exactly is the age of consent in this state?"

"Sixteen, why?" she asks, then as understanding dawned she must’ve answered her own question when she exclaimed, "
Ohhhh
!"

"Tell me I'm stupid, and that this is a hundred kinds of wrong, so that I won't go through with it," I beg her. I wait for her response, and then wait some more. "
Page?
"

"I'm here...I'm just...thinking."

"Let me know what you're thinking!" I yell into the phone. My hard as a rock cock is losing its patience, and quickly making me lose my mind.

"Okay, so Sadie's what, eighteen now?" Page asks.

"Yeah."

"You're only three, soon to be four, years older, about the same difference as me and Jax."

I let out some of the collected air in my lungs. Okay, that makes me feel a little better.

"And you're sure you're ready to...go all the way with her after waiting so long?" Page asks.

"Fuck yes."

She laughs before asking a follow up. "And do you know if it'll it be her first time, too?"

"I'm pretty sure it
won't
be," I reply after remembering what all that jackass had said. Although, I sort of owe that bastard because there's no way I'd be considering going upstairs if I thought she was still a virgin.        

"Well then, what are you waiting for?" she asks. "Go become a man."

"Hey!" I exclaim in offense. "You don’t think I'm, I don't know, moving too fast?"

"It's not like you just met tonight. You've known each other for years. And I'm willing to bet you don't intend to make this a one-night-only deal."

Jesus Christ, I want it to be more than just tonight. More like every night. Is that a likely outcome? It won't be easy with Coach.

"Of course I want more than one night with her. Do you think she'd go for that?" I ask, then cringe. "Strike that last question from the record, counselor. I sound like a fucking chick. But what about Coach? He'll kill me."

"She's legally an adult and can make her own decisions, so forget what he'll say."

Easier said than done, especially since I'm here because of a favor to him.

"Page, I want to tell you something, but I need you to swear not to tell anyone, not even Jax."

"I won't."

"I asked Sadie to prom as a favor to Coach. He begged me, and sort of bribed me to do it for the title fight. She doesn't know about all that."

Page hisses. "Shoot. That makes things a bit more complicated."

"Yeah."

"Jude, you've got to tell her. That you did it as a favor, but now, based on what you're saying, you really like her and want to be with her, right?"

"Right."

"Then hang up and go lose your virginity!"

"All right. Thanks," I say, then I have one other nagging thought. "Wait, how long has the age of consent been sixteen?" I ask her.

"God, I don't know. A long time. Why? Are you thinking about your mom?"

"Yeah," I answer with a sigh.

"His age wasn’t the problem. If your mom hadn't been a teacher, then no, it wouldn't have been illegal," she explains.

"Oh. Well, I’ll talk to you later, Page," I say before ending the call.

I go back through the front doors and look around the lobby for Sadie, trying to forget the shit from my past and look forward to the future.

You have got to be kidding me! Three random assholes in tuxes are surrounding her. I try to hear what they're saying as I approach, and if it's anything like the last dickhead, I'm going to kick some ass. Sounds like
really
fucking hot
and
Ryder's an idiot.
Okay, I agree with both sentiments so maybe they aren't so bad.

Sadie beams at me over their shoulders when she sees me approach, causing all three heads to turn in my direction. They each back up a few steps, and my opinion of them improves a little more. When I’m beside her I slip my arm around Sadie's bare lower back and pull her against me, claiming her as mine. "You ready?" I ask, and she nods while giving me a smile.

"Jude Malone! Holy shit," one of the guys says. They offer fist bumps which I return. "Is the rumor true? You're gonna fight Linc Abrams on the Fourth of July?"

"Yeah."

Sadie's mouth falls open, and then she asks, "You are?"

"Dude, you've got to kick that arrogant fucker's ass," another boy tells me.

"That's the plan. I've got my work cut out for me, though."

"You...you're fighting for the world championship?" Sadie inquires, clearly shocked at hearing this news for the first time.                                                               

"Ah, yeah."

"How...when did my dad set that up?"

"A few weeks ago," I respond. I'm eager to get my confession over with. I just hope she doesn’t freak out. "Ready to head up?"

"Sure. See you guys later," she tells the three boys over her shoulder when we start for the elevator bank. I hear their murmurs about what they know we're going to do. I'm sure Sadie does, too, but she acts like she's ignoring them. Maybe I should've given them the same warning that if they badmouthed her I'd kick their asses. Too late.