48. Caine
CHAPTER 48
CAINE
I don’t know if Max should come to my fights. I was distracted knowing she was there, seeing her look at me before and then fighting the urge to look at her during. I know that the violence turns her on, just like I knew I had to win.
Adam wasn’t kidding about this being a tough fight, and I fucking loved it. I haven’t had a real challenge in so long it felt good to have one again. The adrenaline, the bite of pain from each hit, the challenge of outsmarting him.
As soon as I won, I had to see what Max looked like. Seeing her cheering with Drew had me ready to jump out of the cage and make sure everyone in this place knew that she’s mine. But I had to go back and get showered and changed before I could see her.
Adam protests as I leave the back area and go to her, but I ignore him. I know exactly where she is with Drew and I come up behind her, grabbing her face, squeezing her cheeks together to turn her head to look up at me. She goes to hit me, but I crash our mouths together, not giving a shit about how beat up my face is. I groan at the pain as I kiss her. When her tongue runs across a cut on my lip, I grip her face even harder, deepening the kiss, reveling in the pain.
She presses a hand against my chest and pushes. It only makes me kiss her harder before letting go. She pretends to scowl, but I can see her chest rising and falling in rapid heaves that give away how much she wants me.
“What’re you doing? Shouldn’t you still be backstage or something?”
I breathe out a laugh. “It’s not backstage.”
“Whatever, are you allowed to be out here?”
“I’m allowed to be wherever it is that my girl needs me to be.” I get closer to her again. “And from the way you’ve been here practically humping the air tells me how badly you need me.”
She gasps. “I have not.”
I nip at her jaw before pulling back and smirking. “Whatever you say, killer. We’re going out to celebrate. And then, we are celebrating.”
I head back to where Adam is to watch the rest of the fights, but I’m antsy to leave. Nothing makes me more fired up than winning a fight. Add in the fact that my girl was here to see it, and any exhaustion I might have felt from the fight is long gone. It’s going to be a long night, and I’m going to enjoy it.
I don’t party or drink, but it’s Vegas. And celebrating in Vegas means both of those things. While I’m not drinking, we all decided to come to a club and I’m watching the way Max dances with Drew. He’s the only one she was able to convince to dance with her.
That’s fine by me because watching her dance is one of my favorite things. This is different than when she’s at home, and the way she moves, like the music is truly running through her, is something I’ve never seen before.
Right now, it’s different because she’s smiling and laughing. Drew holds her against him, their bodies moving together while she throws her head back on a laugh. She’s carefree and possibly a little drunk. Yet, she’s never been more beautiful to me—I’ve been obsessed since I first saw her. But this Max is someone I could become more than obsessed with.
I’ve never fallen in love. I don’t know what love feels like. I never had it with my family, never cared enough to have a relationship with anyone. Any girls that I fucked more than a handful of times never made me feel anything the way Max does. Like I want to have more with her. Like I don’t want to ever give her up. Like I want to give her whatever she wants, even if that’s sharing her.
“Good job today,” Adam interrupts my insane thoughts.
“I knew I’d win,” I grunt.
“You could try to be humble; you know.”
“Why would I do that when I know I’m the best?”
He shakes his head but looks back at Max and Drew. We both get lost in watching them, and I get more impatient by the second. The music’s loud, and the crowd is overwhelming, but I want her to have a good time. I wanted us all to celebrate, but the longer we’re here the more I want to get back to the hotel with her.
She’s sweaty and out of breath when she crashes into the table where Adam and I are standing. Drew cages his body behind hers, and they’re both smiling and laughing.
“Having fun?” Adam asks.
She looks up at him with a giant smile and nods. “I need water.” She eyes my glass, knowing exactly what’s in it, and takes a big gulp before setting it back down. She looks at me seductively as she licks her lips.
“You ready to get out of here, killer?” I ask, my patience wearing thin.
“No, I want to dance,” she whines dramatically, grinding herself against Drew, who’s still standing behind her.
I yank her out from his grasp and into my body. Gripping her neck, I use my thumb to tilt her chin up. “You want to stay here and dance, or do you want to go back to the hotel and get fucked like the greedy little whore you are?”
Her sharp intake of breath tells me everything I need to know. So, even though she doesn’t answer, I look up at Adam and Drew while wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Let’s go.”
Without waiting for them to follow, I guide her out of the congested club. We head back to our hotel suite, where I plan to make her pass out from the number of times she’s going to come tonight.