27. Caine

CHAPTER 27

CAINE

O f course I’m not going to leave her alone. That ruins the fun. She’s mine, she just needs a little more time to come around to it. Luckily for her, I have a fight out of town this weekend, so it looks like I’m leaving her alone. But really, it’s because I don’t have the ability to climb into her bed for the next two nights.

If I didn’t have my fights to distract me, I’d probably go insane.

Fortunately for me, she still hasn’t figured out where I’ve moved the camera, so I’m still able to watch her. Because we both know I’ll never be able to leave her alone.

But maybe this means Drew will be out of the picture, since he may not be as pushy as me. That’s a lie, he’s just as pushy as me. He just hides it better.

I’m not sure why part of me hopes to see him appear on the camera and make me watch as he sneaks in and takes what he wants from her body. I’d be pissed, but she’s so fucking pretty when she struggles.

“Where’s your head?” Adam asks, pulling me from my thoughts as the fighters before me are still going.

“Right here,” I grunt.

He looks at me like he doesn’t believe me. It reminds me how he offered Max extra training lessons and how I wanted to talk to him about that. Because if he tries to move in on my girl, too, then we’re going to have a real fucking problem.

“Remember what we talked about with your opponent. He’s a guy that comes out swinging from the start to try and throw you off. Wear him out. You’ll gain the advantage and take him down easily once he’s exerted some energy,” Adam instructs and I’m half listening because we’ve been over this already and I know how to fucking fight.

“Got it.” I nod robotically, just waiting for my turn to go up there. I need to let out some of this aggression building inside me.

I need to fuck Max again, that’s what this is. But fighting will have to do for now.

The fight before me is called and the winner gets his arm raised in the air, announcing him before they reset for my fight.

“Remember what I said,” Adam says, and I just nod because I don’t need another pep talk from him right now.

When it’s time, I make my way to the cage, entering and locating my opponent on the opposite side. He’s not as tall as me, but he’s bulky. I watch him size me up as well. Some guys shit talk before a fight, some fist bump. I do neither. I ignore them and focus on myself and the fight I’m about to have.

They don’t matter. Nothing matters except me and winning, so I don’t care about niceties or sparring with words. We are about to fight each other. I don’t give a fuck what anyone would have to say to me.

The start of the fight is signaled and just like Adam said, this guy—I didn’t even catch his name—is coming toward me at full speed, fists swinging. He’s sloppy in everything he’s doing, and I want to laugh. I easily dodge every move he attempts to make, not even needing to throw any punches or pull any moves myself. He’s over-throwing, sending himself off balance and wearing out his energy easily.

Honestly, I’m pretty pissed this guy isn’t giving me a better fight. If I don’t have a challenge, I’ll never get better.

It doesn’t take long for the perfect opening to come for me to take him down, wrangling his body easily into a submission with a choke. He taps almost immediately, and I tighten my grip slightly, choking him a little more before letting go. Annoyed I’m not getting a knockout and that it was over so quickly.

After I’m declared the winner, I meet back up with Adam who gives me a small, “Good job.”

“That shit was too easy,” I complain.

“Not every fight will push you to your limit and that’s okay.”

I shake my head, pushing past him back into the locker room to rinse off and get dressed. I want to be pushed to my limit—it’s the only way to get better. I’m glad I won, but it doesn’t feel earned since it wasn’t difficult.

My dad used to tell us—my brother and I—that we had to work hard to get what we want in life.

“ Easy doesn’t get you anywhere. If it’s easy, it’s not worth it.”

His words echo in my head, and it pisses me off even more. This win wasn’t worth it.

The rage washes through me again and I want nothing more than to send my fist into the wall, but the smallest restraint stops me. Because I know if I break my knuckles, Adam won’t let me train.

Shit, look at Drew, the guy got his knee kicked out in a dirty fight and even though it’s been months and he’s more than healed, Adam doesn’t even let him spar.

Even though the last thing I want to do is go back out there and watch the rest of the fights, I do it. Adam tries to talk to me, but I don’t give a shit about what he’s saying. The only thing I’m able to think about now that the fight is over, is that he’s been having alone time with Max.

“Since when did you start offering private lessons after hours?” I ask without even looking at him.

He doesn’t respond right away and for a second, I don’t think he even will.

“Just trying to give her a fair shot,” he responds, and it’s hard to hear him over all the noise around us.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I snap, turning toward him, wondering if I’m about to start a fight with my own coach right here and now. That’ll be a way to make sure I never fight in the UFC, I’m sure.

He scoffs. “Come on, Caine. You’ve had your eyes on her since that first night at the bar and we all know that doesn’t mean you’re wining and dining the girl.”

“You don’t know shit about me or my life. It’s not my fault that a girl like her would rather be chased and fucked than given roses and a nice dinner. I’m just giving her what she wants.” I smirk when I see his jaw clench. “Not like it should matter to you anyway. Except, apparently, she may want Drew involved, too.”

“All the more reason she should have the tools to deal with you both.”

I narrow my eyes at him.

“Don’t act like I don’t know shit about you and your life. We both know you work so hard just so you can distance yourself from your family even more. You hate them, but still need them and their money, even though you hate it.”

I hate that he knows that about me, and that it’s true. I use my trust fund to live, but it means my family keeps control over my life. I can’t work and train like I do, though and that pisses me off even more.

I get in his face. “Shut the fuck up.”

Now it’s him smirking. I may have a couple inches on him, but he’s one of the few people I could fight that actually makes me work hard for it and against him, I may not win.

“Yeah, you should just be glad I don’t want your girl too because you’re not the only one who could give her what it is that she wants.”

I ball my fists, ready to swing at him, but he walks away and I’m not going to fight a man with his back to me. What he just said pisses me off even more, which I’m sure was his intention. I may have told her I was going to leave her alone, but when I get back, I’m going to make sure the only person she runs to is me. Me leaving her alone was a lie anyway.

Back in my hotel room, I pull up the camera in her room and see she’s not there. Immediately, I’m frustrated and wondering where she could be. When I look at the time I realize she’s probably still at work and manage to calm down a fraction.

Just to confirm, I text Drew even if I would rather chew on barbed wire than have him involved with my girl. I don’t have anyone else I can ask.

She did want us both to fuck her. The thought of both our cocks filling her, one in her pussy, the other in her mouth while she struggles and gags while being forced to take us both. Shit, the thought makes me so hard for her.

Or one of us in her pussy and the other in her ass, the way she would scream. I bet she’d love it, though, God. Fucking. Dammit.

Caine: Max at work?

Drew: Yeah.

Caine: You better not touch her while I’m gone.

Drew: Maybe you shouldn’t leave her, then.

Caine: I’ll fucking kill you.

Drew: You can try.

I toss my phone onto the bed, and I know she won’t be off work for a couple of hours, so I get in the shower and try to waste some time. Plus, I still smell like sweat and another dude and fuck that. I can’t have a hard on and be smelling like anyone other than Max and her sweet cunt.

I hate that I have to wait for her to come back home to be able to watch her. Next time, I need to make sure to take some videos of us. Record the way her pussy sucks in my cock so well, squeezing around me while her wetness coats my shaft. Immortalize the way she screams and scratches me.

My hand is now around my erection because I can’t help myself while thinking of her like that. I need her mouth on me. I’ll record that too. I’d thrust into her greedy little throat, make her swallow me down and take everything I’d give her. I’d have her begging in no time for me.

She’ll be conditioned to want me, and only me eventually. Every smell, every taste, and every sound, it’ll all remind her of me .

“Caine,” she’ll moan my name as I fill her while she draws blood raking her nails down my back.

I strangle my dick in my fist, furiously fucking myself as the hot water beats down on my skin while thoughts of Max consume me. All the things I’m going to do with her and how well she’s going to take them all flooding my brain.

“Such a pretty slut,” I grit out, my balls drawing up right before I squeeze even harder, making ropes of cum shoot out onto the tile floor as my release finds me, and I’m unable to stop it. I groan, thinking about it covering Max instead of this fucking shower.

Once I’m out, I dry myself briefly before pulling on a pair of boxers. I don’t even bother rubbing the towel over my head since my hair is buzzed so short, though it’s almost time for another haircut. The curls that grow are starting to make an appearance and I don’t like it. It makes me look like my older brother and dad. Just slap a suit on me and call me Mr. Aldridge, and it works for either of them.

Fuck that. I’m nothing like them.

I grab my phone again, and since I can’t see my girl or watch what she does while she thinks no one is around for the night, I decide to text her.

Caine: How’s work?

Max: Who is this?

I let out a low chuckle, I guess she never actually gave me her number.

Caine: Bet you’d look really good bent over the bar you’re behind right now.

Max: You’re supposed to be leaving me alone.

Caine: Guess we’re both liars.

Caine: And I am. Leaving you alone means not touching you until you beg me to. I never said anything else.

Max: That was definitely not clarified…

Caine: Hm…too bad.

Max: How’d you get my number?

Caine: How many times have you thought about me tonight?

Max: Negative a million.

Caine: I thought about you when I took a shower earlier. I was thinking about your mouth and how good it would look wrapped around my dick.

Max: I’m working.

Caine: Glad I can distract you.

She doesn’t respond again, and I wish I could see the look on her face right now. I bet she squeezed her thighs together, hiding the fact that the thought affected her, too. Now, I’ll just wait for her to get home so I can see if she’ll take care of that little problem herself.

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