Mace (Cocky Cage Fighter #4)(106)

By: Lane Hart


“Hey, Daddy! Did you see how high my roundhouse was?”

“Yes, and it was awesome,” I squat down to tell her with a hug. “I need to run out for a little while, so do you mind staying with Uncle Linc and your cousins for a few more hours?”

“Eden asked if Lacy and I could have a sleepover with her tonight,” my daughter says with big, pleading blue eyes. I barely refrain from jumping for joy at the thought of an entire night alone with my wife. We love our daughter more than anything else in the world, but we’re long overdue for a date night, also known as a nice but quick dinner before we put on a little Color Me Badd or LL Cool J and get it on like Donkey Kong.

“I’ll check with Senn, and if he says it’s okay, then you can go home with them, and your mom or I will pick you up in the morning,” I tell her with a yank on one of her blonde braids. Since Senn and Jude also have girls, the three of us rotate having sleepovers at our houses to give each other the occasional free weekend. As of right now, Linc and Claire are the only ones with boys, Sage and Talon, twins named after minor characters from the Legend of Zelda. My sister and her husband are such dorks.

“Thanks, Daddy,” my daughter says with another hug. “Love you.”

“Love you, too,” I say when she runs back to her spot on the mat. Heading out, I throw up a hand at Linc who returns the gesture from where he’s teaching at the front of the room, and then I go look for Senn. I find him barking out criticisms at the two young guys in the cage.

“Hey, man. You mind if Miriah stays over tonight with Eden?” I ask through the holes in the fence.

“Yeah, sure,” he says when he walks up to talk to me through the metal. “I’ve heard there’s to be some sort of jewelry making.”

“Sounds fun,” I reply. “You gonna make yourself some earrings? Maybe a nice bracelet?”

He laughs and flips me off before going back to his pupils, the next generation of champions. Linc and Senn have retired from the cage, but Jude and I still occasionally have fights, not that we need the money. Now, I do it for fun. At thirty, I still have a few more years left in the tank.

Walking past the row of championship banners, Linc’s, Jude’s, Senn’s and my own hanging proudly from the ceiling in one of the best, most lucrative gyms in the country, thanks in part to my marketing genius wife, I head to the parking lot. Sally winks at me before purring when I crank her. Even after all these years, she still runs like a champ. Occasionally, when she doesn’t turn over right away, I figure she’s still pissed about our short break-up ten years ago. Women have long memories like that. At least my brother-in-law found her and brought her back to me, his apology for thinking the worst of me and being absolutely wrong.

And, of course, the highway is a bumper-to-bumper traffic jam, when you’re already late. By the time I get parked about three miles away from the General Aviation Terminal, I have to run to make it on time. I apologize to the fuckers who I bump into when they get in my way.

I make it to the coffee shop with three minutes to spare. And there she is, my gorgeous, and I mean gor-geous wife, wearing her long blonde hair in a ponytail. It’s pretty much her go to style since she throws up regularly nowadays. Her phone is up to her ear while she leans a sexy hip against the condiment counter. A second later, mine is ringing in my pocket. The ringtone is no longer “Magic Stick” but the old school hit, “Now That We Found Love” by Heavy D & The Boyz.

Reaching for my phone while I dance to the beat, I admire Hailey’s navy blue, spaghetti strap dress that pushes up her huge tits. The fabric once flowed loosely to mid-thigh, but now it’s skin tight over her bump and even sexier, still showing off her long, lean legs. With even the slightest of breezes she would be flashing her panties, if she was wearing any, which I know for a fact she’s not.

“Hey, sweetheart,” I say, finally answering my phone.

“You’re gonna be late,” she teases with a stunning smile.

“I’m right on time,” I tell her, and her eyes start searching for me in the crowd. “How are you feeling? My boy behaving?”