Mace (Cocky Cage Fighter #4) (13 page)

Mace

When Hailey’s eyes finally drift close and don’t reopen, I climb off her, and go into to the bathroom to clean up. Somehow, after I start the shower, I end up with another raging boner, leaving me no choice but to take care of it. Once I come quicker than ever thinking about Hailey tied up and sucking me dry, I towel off, go lock my bedroom door in case someone comes down looking for us in the morning, and then climb back in bed with Hailey.

Still sound asleep flat on her back, I hear her lightly snoring when I pull the covers out from underneath her. She’s wearing nothing but her strapless bra, which can’t be comfortable, so I unclasp the sexy lace and ease it off. Seeing her naked for the first time is almost overwhelming. I barely refrain from turning on the overhead light to look at every inch of her that is only partially illuminated from the glow of the bathroom light. She’s so damn gorgeous. Perfect. And she has no fucking idea. At least not yet. By the end of the week maybe she will start to believe it if I tell her so enough times.

…

“
Hailey? Um, sorry to wake you up so early, but we’ve got to be at the alteration shop for final fittings in fifteen minutes.”

My sister’s muted voice penetrates the most awesome dream. One where a blonde goddess was naked, wrapped around me like a snuggie blanket after a night of giving each other mind-blowing orgasms.

“Mmm. You smell good. Sunshine and leather.” I chuckle at Hailey’s softly slurred words when her nose and lips tickle my neck.

“Hey, you really do exist,” I say to her. Pulling her closer, I wiggle down farther in the bed to feel her nipples brush against my bare chest. They’re nice, hard points, almost as hard as my cock that’s already nestled perfectly between her spread thighs since one of her legs is thrown over my hip.

“Mason? Sorry, I thought this was Hailey’s room,” my sister says through the closed door causing my eyes to fly open. “Oh, and Linc and Senn want to know if you want to go fishing with them.”

“Shit,” I mutter. “I better go.”

“Mmm,” Hailey grumbles her disapproval and clutches my back to hold me to her tighter. The move inches her pussy closer to my cock. My whole body starts humming with awareness and excitement originating in the center of my body. For a brief second, I wonder if I swallowed Hailey’s vibrator last night.

With a growl of desperation, I roll her to her back and mount her. My hand wiggles down between our bodies, getting ready to finger her pussy when there’s another knock, now sounding farther away.

“Hailey? Sorry, but we
really
need to go.”

“Fuck,” I mumble among other curses before kissing Hailey’s cheek, promising her we’ll pick things back up later, and reluctantly climbing off of her to go over to my room.

Walking through the bathroom, I remind myself that I love my sister and she’s all the family I have left. If she’d been anyone else, I would’ve ignored them, covered Hailey’s mouth with my hand, and then fucked her silly while they waited outside the damn door.

No, no, no. I facepalm myself. I am
not
going to fuck her. Really, I should thank my sister for interrupting and preventing me from doing something so stupid. Although, right this second, with all my blood rushing to my cock, fucking Hailey doesn’t seem the least bit stupid.

Back in my room, I have nothing lying around to put on other than wet boardshorts, so I have to dig through my duffle in the closet to find a pair of cargo shorts. After they’re on and zipped, my erection finally ebbing, I unlock the door and yank it open.

“Oh, this…this is your room? But I thought I heard…” Claire’s light blue eyes go wide when she looks back and forth from my room to the one with a closed door on the other side of the living room.

“I’m up. I heard you loud and clear,” I tell her, hanging on the door to keep me upright. “Fishing. Sounds fucking awesome. Can’t wait.”

“Yeah, I can tell. Don’t be a grouch, Mason,” she warns. “It’s almost noon, so it was time for you to get your lazy butt up anyway.”

“Sorry, I didn’t know it was so late,” I tell her honestly.

“Yeah, it is. What were you doing last night that kept you up?” she asks with a raised eyebrow. A
knowing
smirk and raised eyebrow. Shit.

“I drank too much,” I lie while reaching up to rub the sleep from my eyes.

“I didn’t see you drink anything, and I was paying attention since you’re not legal and all,” she rebukes my story, crossing her arms over the chest of her long black, hippie dress.

“I had a stash of Jack down here that you didn’t know about, sis. Mind your own damn business,” I warn, shoving my fingers through my bedhead.

“Well, I think it’s great,” she replies with a smile.

“What, that I’m a closet alcoholic?”

“You know
exactly
what I’m talking about,” she says with a poke to my bare chest and then two places on my neck. Looking down I realize Hailey marked me. Oh fuck. When did that happen? Maybe while I was thinking of all the reasons why I couldn’t fuck her.

The door across the way cracks open and Hailey’s head, including her just fucked, tangled golden locks, appears with her breathless, “Sorry I overslept. Almost ready,” and then she disappears into the room again.

“Oh, you’re fine,” Claire says, and then slaps a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing when she walks over to her room. I start to go get a shower when the two come right back out together; Hailey with her hair up, cheeks blazing red, wearing a faded pair of jeans and a snug, yellow tank top.

“See ya later, Mason,” my sister tells me over her shoulder on the way to the stairs. “Oh, and by the way.” She pauses to giggle. “Your clothes are still on the floor in her room.”

Hailey freezes and looks at me with a wide-eyed, open mouth “
Oh shit
” expression. I gesture with a wave of my hand for her to go on while I walk over to stupidly retrieve my belongings. Good thing it was Claire and not Linc or Senn who caught us. I’m pretty sure our secret is safe with my sister.

…

Hailey

“Please, please, please don’t say anything to anyone, especially Linc,” I quietly beg to the back of Claire’s maxi dress on the way up to the main floor.

“Say anything about what?” she asks softly before pushin’ open the door to the livin’ room and walkin’ through. I reluctantly follow and find Linc, Senn, Kylie, and my mom standin’ around apparently waitin’ for us. I feel my face heat up a few more degrees with the weight of their stares.

“About time,” Linc says with exasperation. “Didn’t you go to bed at, like, eight last night? What’s with sleepin’ all day?”

“Linc, give her a break,” Claire says when she walks into his arms and places a kiss over his Adam’s apple. “She’s been sick. Those stomach bugs can take days to recover from.” I blink in surprise when Claire comes to my rescue, relieved that she’s gonna keep quiet on the fact that she just found me bunkin’ with her younger brother. I am such an old maid slut.

“Oh, yeah, sorry, I forgot,” my brother apologizes; and when he becomes distracted kissin’ his soon-to-be-wife, I know we’re out of the woods where he’s concerned. The problem is still Senn who I feel watchin’ me, and my mom whose forehead is wrinkled in confusion like she’s trying to solve a difficult math equation. Nothin’ is ever that difficult for my mom to figure out since her and my dad are not only gorgeous, but both are practically geniuses. No, I obviously didn’t inherit their big brains. I almost laugh out loud thinkin’ my brother clearly didn’t, either. I ignore Senn’s gaze since I’m still pissed at the giant quitter. Pussy.

All the women say their goodbyes to the guys and we are almost in the clear and out the front door when Mason comes strollin’ up from the basement. Everyone turns to look at him when the door shuts. There’s no way to keep my eyes off of him, not when he’s only wearin’ a pair of cargo shorts and is actually dancin’, complete with sexy hip rolls, into the kitchen singin’ TLC’s song “Creep” about keepin’ an affair on the down low.

“What?” Mason asks innocently, freezin’ with his coffee mug in his hand after he turns around and notices all of us watchin’ him belt out the lyrics. “Let’s go catch some fucking fish.”  

“Holy shit,” my mother says, makin’ me cringe when her eyebrows shoot up to her hairline, conveyin’ her knowledge of our dirty little secret. Since I’m behind her, I nudge her forward, out the door with a hand on her back and don’t stop until the four of us reach my parents’ SUV.

“Spill it, Hailey,” my mom says before startin’ the car. I don’t even have my seatbelt on yet, sittin’ in the backseat behind hers, tryin’ to avoid her probin’ eyes.

“Spill what, Mother?”

She exchanges a glance with Claire, who Kylie and I forced into the shotgun seat. “They so are,” my future sister-in-law rats me out, and the two hens start laughin’.

“Who are?” Kylie asks. Then, she turns to me and says, “What am I missing?”

“Nothin’,” I assure her at the same time my mom and Claire say, “Hailey and Mason hooked up” like a couple of gossipy teenage girls.

“Nuh-uh, really?” Kylie asks me with a smile.

“Can we please just go? Aren’t we runnin’ late?” I ask, strummin’ my fingernails impatiently on the door panel.

“Yes, because
someone
was up late canoodling last night instead of sleeping,” my mom responds, makin’ me groan and hide my burnin’ face behind my hands.

“Seriously, you all have to keep your mouths shut. Linc warned Mason not to touch me-”

“Which worked oh so well.” Claire laughs. “Linc thinks my brother is a slut, but I know Mason, and he actually has a really big heart. He was devastated when we lost our mom and then Mandy last year. I’m pretty sure he has…abandonment issues, and is scared of getting close to just one person and then losing someone else he loves. That’s why I think he has the harem.”

“Did you say
harem
?” I ask gettin’ hung up on that particular word, even though my heart breaks a little hearin’ about all the loss Mason’s had to deal with in his young life.

“Oh, um, you didn’t know about them?” Claire asks, hunchin’ her shoulders, soundin’ embarrassed on his behalf.

“Them? This harem, it’s a real thing? Like Mason’s very own personal
harem
?”

“It’s not as bad as it sounds.” Claire turns in her seat to assure me.

“Really? Cause it sounds pretty damn bad,” I reply.

“Mason’s been dating several women for months, maybe even years. They all know he sees the other women, so he’s not sneaking around behind anyone’s back.” 

“Several women? How many is
several?
” I repeat in astonishment. What the fuck? He admitted he dated a few girls, but a harem?

“Three or four maybe?” Claire offers with a cringe.

“Three or four!?!” I repeat in a supersonic squeal. How am I supposed to compete with three or four other women? And knowin’ Mason, they’re probably all beautiful and petite. Maybe they are, and I can go all Bigfoot on their asses. Months together? Years? I can’t begin to comprehend something so crazy.

“Mason just doesn’t want to put all of his…eggs in one basket, sweetie,” my mom says, eyein’ me in the rearview.

“So he puts his cock in three or four baskets?” I exclaim. Most mothers would threaten to grab the soap for a mouthwash if they hear such foul language. My mom, on the other hand, has always been more like one of the guys. A Hollywood beautiful and petite, video game playin’, computer genius, tomboy who will usually drop at least a few f-bombs a day. “And I’m supposed to be what? Content and happy to be lucky number five?” I ask indignantly. “I don’t want to have to share the man I’m sleepin’ with!”

“I know one of them, Lena, and she says some girls even share him at the same time,” Kylie interjects helpfully, causin’ my jaw to drop open. This must be what Senn meant about all of Mason’s threesomes. My mind is blown. I could never…especially not with another woman…

Tryin’ to stop the unpleasant monsoon of truths rainin’ on the sunny happiness I felt when I woke up this mornin’, I try to steer the conversation into another direction. Sittin’ next to Kylie, I can’t help but wonder about all of Senn’s twosomes…especially since Mason made a comment about her and Senn hookin’ up in the past.

“What about Senn? Does he date a lot of girls?” I ask Kylie, and she looks away, out her window.

“Senn,” Claire starts, and then says, “Pardon my French, Lynn, but Senn fucks any and all willing and able-bodied females who come his way. No offense, Kylie.”

“None taken. It’s the truth. I knew it and did him anyway.” The redhead nods in admission. “I mean, Senn is really freaking hot. But I’ve known Mason a lot longer than Senn, and if I had to choose between the two, well, it would be Mason every time. Only, he’s like a brother to me and Senn’s not, so…”

“I’d pick Mason, too, sweetie,” my mom offers.

“Harem shit aside, you do remember that I’m seven years older than him, right? And did you miss the part about Linc not approvin’? He threatened to kick Mason out of
Havoc
!”

“Pfft,” my mom snickers. “I would love to see your brother try! Mason is one of the best fighters they have. Just ask Jude, who swears he’ll be the next champion. It’s half Jude’s gym, too, and I know for a fact that
he
wouldn’t stand by and let Linc get rid of Mason. Jude can whoop Linc in the cage, so your brother will listen to him, even if he won’t listen to anyone else.”