Caged: Cellar Door Series Read Free Page A

ink had been purposeful, selected for my own reasons.
    The females at the club were all about the package and appearance so it’s not like I was breaking real hearts, they weren’t in it for me. They just wanted a chance to brag they’d been with one of the fighters, especially a winning fucker like myself.  No fame, no glory had to be a running motto with some of them and we referred to them as Cage Crawlers. All over anyone who spent time in the cage.
    Cage Crawlers tried to get down with a lot of the fighters both male and female, it was all about a claim for most of the fight groupies that hung about but they did indeed scratch an itch. Long as you kept covered up, wrapped it before you tapped it, you weren’t bringing back an itch; the kind you couldn’t shake off. Rule number one, one fucking rule I didn’t break for anybody, keep your Johnson covered. I liked my dick right where it was. I damn sure didn’t need to trip over the shit because the fucker had fallen off.
    My place also was a no fly zone for the groupies, at least for me. I had never had a woman stay the night in my apartment and had no desire to start that shit up with one. My bed and I had a long standing affair and I was damn loyal to her so I didn’t sully that by letting some random hook up hang out overnight, hell I didn’t even let them climb in at all. Never mind the whole setting up false expectations with them, nah, I was all good running shit the way I had been. No need to change up something that wasn’t broke.
    “Dude I don’t know why females throw themselves at you.” Matt shook his head and I gave a short sarcastic laugh.
    “The ladies love me. What can I say?” I followed Matt into the living room dropping into the well worn leather recliner, jerking on the handle and laying back glancing over at him. “What?” Matt was completely quiet and looking like he was constipated or something, his fingers steepled, the tips tapping one another.
    “Man, it’s uh..... shit, never mind.” Mumbling something into the coffee cup he retrieved off the table, he raised it for another swallow, his eyes honed in on the TV he’d flipped on. Yeah that won’t cutting it for me.
    Jackknifing the chair upright, my coffee splashed over the top of the cup as I set it on the table beside me before I could drop it all over my lap and soak my shorts. “What? Spit it the fuck out.” Whenever Matt did his stop and start commentary, crap ass news generally followed and I’d never had the patience for him to keep debating if he should or shouldn’t tell me something. It was annoying as hell. If he had something to say he needed to just spit it the fuck out.
    I could see Matt’s chest expand and contract through a deep breath and his nervousness made my fingers automatically flex into a fist, my next to nothing patience evaporating. I loved him like a brother but damn he could annoy the piss out of me sometimes, especially when he would start to tell me something, then stop. If he hadn’t picked then to finish his commentary, he would have been in danger of not being able to speak at all for awhile.
    “I thought it was her. I mean I was pretty damn sure....”
    “Her who?” I cut him off; my eyes narrowed, my pulse speeding up, waiting for Matt to reveal what I already was guessing at. There’d only ever been one her that would make a difference to me that he would hesitate talking about; he and I both knew that.
    “Kylee, bro. I thought I saw her at Cellar Door but I wasn’t sure until I ran into her dad at the bank yesterday when I pulled out the money we needed to lay down on your fights last night. She’s been back for a few weeks now.” Matt looked like he was ready to run if needed and it might definitely have been a need based on what he was telling me. “Look I would have said something to you yesterday but you had to fight and you didn’t need to be distracted.”
    I shot to my feet, the recliner slamming back several inches