Caged: Cellar Door Series Read Free

rode their asses about needing me, funny how that worked. If your school had a beast athletic program, the coaches had more pull than the teachers.
    All in all school hadn’t been the worst experience but just wasn’t my bag. It’s exactly why I hadn’t lasted more than a few weeks in college even knowing the disappointment it would be to Kylee, Matt and their folks. I just couldn’t do it, being cooped up while somebody droned on and on had driven me bat shit crazy.
    Unlike me Matt had liked going to school and in high school had rode my ass about attendance and shit when I stayed at his parents; same as Kylee had done when I’d stayed there. It was part of the reason my grades had been alright through high school. Matt had even gone on to get four years of college in and had just graduated with a business degree. What the fuck he was doing wasting his time handling shit for my fights was beyond me. He liked to claim it was easy money for him, I knew better. He spent a shit ton of time researching my opponents, organizing my training, getting shit  lined up to start me back in some legit fights and hopefully get my career back in the right direction. That had been on top of going to class and homework.
    For all intents and purposes Matt was my manager, public relations rep, accountant and trainer. It was far from easy money for him, especially when he’d been balancing college and my career. Hell, his training with me at the gym constantly was to push my conditioning, stretch my limits. Sometimes I really wondered if he was trying to punish me cause he could be brutal and it was exactly what I needed. Matt might not be as skilled in grappling or striking but the fucker could run you through your paces with cardio.
    “JD?” Matt’s voice called towards the kitchen and tore through my musings as I made myself some coffee. He’d apparently realized I was up and about and one of two things was on his mind. Either the chick I’d heard moving around earlier was a double bagger, one over his face; one over hers and he was looking to get her out the door before I saw or she was right cute and he wanted to show her off.  “Yeah bro, in the kitchen.”
    Leaning one hip against the counter, my legs crossed at the ankles, I almost spit my coffee across the small kitchen when I heard hushed voices and the front door closing before Matt put in his grand appearance avoiding looking at me.
    “That good huh? You had to hit the emergency eject so I didn’t see her?” I tried to keep a straight face and failed; however I did manage another sip of coffee without losing it all over the kitchen.
    “Fuck you JD. She had plans today and needed to get going.” Matt pulled out his own mug from the cabinet, slammed in a k-cup and let the coffee fill to the rim as he finally eyed me with a smirk. “Not everybody feels the need to boot the girls out before daylight. If I didn’t know better, I would think you were banging out vampires. All fang and bang.”
    I shrugged; one heavily inked shoulder moving up before dropping back down and smirked. “It’s not like they don’t know what I’m after. Hit it and quit it. I don’t lie to them and it’s also why I go to their place. Hell of a lot easier to leave than to kick them out. You’re the stupid ass that brings them back to your spot.”
    Matt rolled his eyes and moved from the kitchen towards the living room. I didn’t know why he was on a high horse; he wasn’t tapping a regular piece of ass any more than I was. Then again he wasn’t tapping ass as often as I was either though Matt wasn’t lacking, he was a little more selective than I usually am.
    The chicks that hung around Cellar Door liked the rough raw fighter type and had an infatuation with the ink that covered both arms, most of my chest, one side and a fair portion of my back. I still had some room and when the time was right, when something really needed to be documented, carried with me, it would be. All my