Deaf (Senses Series Book 2) (4 page)

My brain does its best to process what the hell he just said to me. It’s not working.

Do you…do you understand what he’s trying to tell me?

“Jacob Anderson who brought Dylan ‘The Raging Fist’ Johnson into the game—”

“Dylan’s been one of the highest ranked in his division for the last two years.”

“He also brought Henry ‘The Hazard’ Morgan to the front lines.”

“Henry’s only lost three fights in his entire career.”

Frank sneaks a smug smirk on his face.

If I didn’t think he was about to tell me something I wanna hear there’s a chance I’d sock him in his mouth. You know you’d pay to see that.

“Yup. Jacob is as picky about the fighters he invests in as he is about the ties he wears around his neck.” Frank rolls his eyes. “They’re always gray, they’re always sleek, but the shade is always slightly different.”

Why the fuck would I care about the guy’s ties?

“Why is he coming to see me fight?”

“Because he is ready for his next big investment. He’s told me in the past to keep an eye out for real talent. Talent that not only produces results, but profit, and you, Kellar, are a walking cash box. Losing you to the big leagues wouldn’t hurt though. Being the place where a big MMA guy like you was fighting before he made it big? The bar would be flooded even more than it already is. And Jacob gaining you? Well let’s just say those ties aren’t cheap.”

My mouth remains silent.

What am I supposed to say? One of the biggest names in recruiting is coming to see me.
Me
. He’s coming to see Logan ‘Unbreakable’ Kellar. The kid who only stepped into the ring so he wouldn’t end up in jail. The kid whose whole life is about running from the possibility of something stable. The kid who’s about to get his golden ticket to just that. If I get this…how do I say no? Why would I say no? Can you believe this shit?

“Don’t disappoint me, Kellar.” Frank points a stern finger at me.

Instinctively I flip him off in return.

I make this asshole so much money he should be kissing my nut sack.

“That’s what I thought.” He chuckles. “Think about what’s coming and prepare accordingly.”

Unsure whether it’s excitement or nervousness pumping through my veins, I shove my hands into my gym shorts, anxious either way. I need to get to Maxx. I need to talk to her about this.

Can you picture the look on her face? The elation? She’s always so gorgeous when she smiles, especially if it has something to do with me and my career. Fuck, now I’m smiling like a chump.

“Am I ever not prepared in the ring?”

Frank lowers his head as if he’s ashamed he even suggested it.

Fuck him, he should be. I bring 100 percent every time my foot steps in that goddamn ring.

“That’s what I thought.” I turn around and prepare to make an exit.

“See you Fight Night, Unbreakable.”

I don’t give Frank another breath as I continue down the hall to the small office I know Maxx practically lives in. Most of the time she’s working with that asshole, Tony, around the clock.

Oh what? The guy’s such a worm. I’d punch him in the mouth for shits and giggles. Let him know his place in her life, which for the record is here. And only here. Do you wanna tell  him that, or should I? He’ll probably still be breathing after your way.

Opening the office door, I’m not shocked to see his face but I am surprised that Maxx is nowhere in sight. I refuse to enter the room, so I fold my arms across my chest. It doesn’t take any time for him to notice my presence.

What can I say? I light up a room.

“Can I help you?”

“Where’s Maxx?”

Tony slides his pencil behind his ear.

Is that supposed to make him look cool? Because it just makes him look like a junior high loser.

“Not here.”

“Obviously.”

“Then why’d you ask?” His counter causes me to grind my teeth as I shove my hands back in my pockets.

I
really
don’t like him. Have I mentioned that?

“Do you know where she is?”

A sly smirk creeps on his face.

Come on. One fucking punch, that’s all I’m asking.

“I do.”

Not in the mood to play his game, I stifle a growl and ask, “Where?”

“Out.”

My fist clenches in my pocket again.

See. He’s asking to be knocked out.

“Alright.” I nod slowly my fist loosening up. “I’ll find her. But a little friendly advice?” Tony tilts his head at me waiting for the answer. “Unless it’s related to work, stay the fuck away from Maxx.”

A normal person would understand that this is the time to shut the fuck up. Instead this smartass smiles widely. “How’s that friendly?”

“The part where I didn’t put my fist in your face.”

Fact.

He nods, the smirk that should’ve been wiped off his face is still fucking there. “And why should I stay away from her?”

“Because.”

“Compelling argument.”

My fist clenches again. The rage I save for the gym is snapping inside me for another chance to come out. With a sharp exhale I say, “Because she’s mine.”

There. I said it. I claimed her. She’s mine.

“Is that so?” Tony leans back in his chair, the pencil behind his ear now back in his hand. He’s tapping it.

Standing strong I say, “Yeah. She’s my girl. So back the fuck off.”

“Your girl?” There’s a small chuckle in his voice.

Fuck that. I’m gonna beat the shit out of him. Don’t you even think about stopping me.

“If she’s
your
girl, why is it
me
you’re asking where she is?”

The question causes my jaw to stiffen tightly.

“And if she’s
your
girl then why do
I
know where she is and you don’t?”

My eyes stay focused on the smug prick in front of me, my tolerance for him is gone. I swear one more word—

“She’s not your girl, Kellar.” His cell phone begins to ring and he slides it towards himself. Before answering he brightly smiles. “At least not yet…” Without giving me a chance to respond he answers his phone, “This is Tony.”

He turns his back to me in his swivel chair as he begins talking to someone.

Did he really just fucking say that to me? Did that dick just tell me she’s not mine? What? Did you really just ask me that? No. No, I don’t think he has a point. He’s fucking wrong. You’re fucking wrong. Shut up. Just…shut up.

Livid, I turn around and head towards the front door. As I dig my cell phone out of my pocket, I barely have control over my fingers. After a few clicks, my phone is dialing Maxx’s number as my hands unsteadily unlock my car door.

Finally she answers cheerfully, “Hello.”

“Where the FUCK are you?”

“So we don’t say hello anymore?” Her sarcasm causes me to shut my eyes.

Not in the fucking mood.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, Maxx.”

She sighs. “Home.”

“Why the fuck aren’t you at work?”

“Because I’m caught up for the day.”

“Where the fuck have you been?”

Now she sounds annoyed. “Out.”

“Out where?”

“Why do I feel like I need my lawyer present?”

My fists bang against the steering wheel before my voice booms. “Where Maxx?”

“Out! Around! Jesus Logan, I went to a yoga class, which sucked since I’m not made to be bent into a fucking pretzel.”

I’d bend her ass into a pretzel in my bed. Spank it for giving me so much fucking trouble right now.

“I swung by the bookstore and grabbed a new book. Had a quick lunch with Tony—”

“You had lunch with that jackass?”

She lets out another sigh. “I did.”

“Fast food?”

“No. He took me to this cute little Italian restaurant.”

Of course he would. He probably dropped a bill on that shit too. Trying to show Maxx what he’d do for her if she was his. Fuck. Him.

“Would you like to know what I ate too?”

“Maxx…” My tone warns.

“Afterward I brought Erin an iced coffee at work and now I’m about to have a shower. Any other fucking questions, Counselor, or can I leave the stand?”

Her attitude causes me to pound the wheel once more. “Are you staying home or going out again?”

“Home. Did you miss the part where I said I got a new book?”

My face threatens a smile.

She’s such a nerd.

“Are we done?” she asks again.

“Yeah.”  I hang up the phone before chucking it down on the seat beside me.

We’re fucking done all right. We’re done with this whole she’s not mine bullshit. We’re done with her having dates with Tony. Apparently, she didn’t learn her lesson yesterday with my tongue between her legs. But she’s gonna. She’s gonna learn not to let that two faced brat be anywhere near her.

Chapter 5

Logan

The minute my body is inside the house, I drop my keys, kick off my shoes, and rush up the stairs determined to tell Maxx she’s mine. I don’t wanna use the word girlfriend, but I feel it’s gonna come to that.

Fuck it. If I’ve gotta call her that to keep that dick away from her, I sure the hell will. Even if it scares the shit out of me. I don’t know that I can be
that guy
, but I know I don’t fucking want
him
to be
that guy
.

My hand pushes Maxx’s bedroom door open. I’m ready to open fire and tell her how it is, when I see her standing in front of her dresser wearing just a towel, her back to me. Without warning, my dick pops up in my shorts blindsiding my original plan.

I may be a master with my tongue, but I’ve never been a master with words. My dick always converses better. Trust me when I say the ladies have never complained about the subjects he brings up.

Feeling something savage inside of me awakening, I approach her. She glances over her shoulder and immediately clutches her towel tighter. “So now not only do you not say hello, you don’t knock either?”

My eyes drink her in. Those mocha brown legs I’d love to spread apart. Those curvy hips that my hands are itching to touch. To grab. Those perfect tits that are barely hiding under that fucking navy blue towel.

Yeah. Fuck talking.

Without a word I put my hands on both sides of Maxx on the dresser trapping her in like a wild animal. A tiny whimper comes from her and gets louder as my lips pounce on that sweet spot right under ear.

“Logan…” she whispers as my teeth drag across her freshly washed skin.

Fuck. She still tastes sweet like frosting.

I nip at her neck and her body threatens to melt to the ground. My hips nudge hers forward as I start sucking the skin I found.

Her cry gets a little louder. “Logan…”

Pulling my lips away, I let them travel to her ear. “That’s
my
name.”

Before Maxx has the chance to say anything else my hands yank her towel open so it falls to the floor and she gasps. Immediately, her hands go to cover her beautiful boobs but mine intercept her wrists and shove them back on the dresser.

“Don’t. Move.”

“Logan not—”

My hands grip tighter. Tight enough to bruise.

That’s one way to make sure the world knows she’s mine.

“Don’t. Move.” I repeat. My hands are now gliding up her arms as my lips latch onto her neck, my tongue exploring around the back of it and across to the other side. Nibbles and sucks litter the path as my cock knocks against my shorts.

I grunt. “I’ve never been this fucking hard in my life.”

She whimpers at my words in response. I let my fingers slide down her sides to her hips that I now clutch as tightly as I did her wrists. On a tug I yank her close enough that the heat from her pussy feels like it’s teasing my dick.

I should take her right here.

“Is that pussy wet for me, Maximus?”

Her jaw slides open to answer, but nothing comes out. My teeth sink into her skin and she yelps. “Yes…”

My tongue licks the freshly bitten area applying pleasure to the pain while my fingers sneak around her thighs and bury themselves against her clit without warning. Maxx lets out a gasp as my fingers begin to move quickly, spreading her open and finding their way home.

With my lips against her ear I declare, “
This
is mine, Maxx.” My fingers move quicker and her hips buck riding the pleasure. “
My
pussy, Maxx.” Her head falls back against me as her mouth leaks out moans that echo through the room. Subconsciously, my hips thrust against her in the same pattern as my fingers, her orgasm clearly on the brink. Faster and harder I thrust, my free hand holding her hand down in place by her wrist. I want that fucking orgasm. I want her to come fast and hard. “Give me what’s
mine
.”

Her shouts get louder. “Logan…”

Good thing we’re home alone.

“Logan…Oh God!” She cries out and comes undone on my fingers, the motion clutching my fingers hard enough to warrant a groan from me as my teeth latch onto her earlobe. Her voice whimpers, “God…”

That was the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen and if I don’t walk away from her right now I’ll—

She slides her free hand behind her and wraps it around my dick.

“Fuck…”

Looking over her shoulder at me, she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, the look alone is enough to make me come like some pathetic twelve year old. I attach my mouth to hers, letting her hand go to wrap mine around her tit. My fingers roll around her nipple, a small pull that causes her to grip my cock tighter. Our kiss wastes no time in the introduction of our tongues.

Fuck I love her tongue.

They roll around together, testing one another. Pushing. Fighting. Both determined to be champions in this sexual competition. Suddenly, Maxx turns her body in my arms and pulls my shorts with boxer briefs down to my knees. Pulling away she looks over my body like she’s as desperate to have me in her as I am.

I can just fuck her against her dresser. That’s romantic, right? Better than my car?

The moment her tongue darts out to touch her top lip, I growl and spin her back around, bending her body over the dresser. While one hand grips her waist, the other traps her body against the dresser. The vision in front of me makes me wanna just shove my cock in. Maxx rolls her ass across my bare dick like she’s asking for it. Another growl leaves me.

Fuck. How the fuck am I supposed to deny that.

My hand moves to the other side of her hip as I lean over to whisper in her ear, “Is that what you want, Maxx? You want me to fuck you up against this dresser, Baby?”

When her ass grinds against my hard on again I shut my eyes for a second heavily contemplating giving her what she wants. Treating her like I would any other fucking female. That’s when the realization hits me.

I can’t fuck her like she’s anyone else because she’s not anyone else. She deserves better than this. She deserves so much better than this. At least a goddamn bed.

The grip I have on her hips loosens, which is when Maxx begins to grind her ass harder. I groan once more.

Fuck that’s hard to walk away from.

As if she senses I’m about to go she ups the ante by rolling it again, this time her wet pussy rubbing the tip of my cock.

Shit.

My body hunches forward, pinning her back down against the dresser. One hand pressing down on her back, the other death gripping the furniture. Barely being able to stop my shallow breathing I say, “Don’t fuck with me, Maxx. Not. Now.”

She tosses a playful look over her shoulder.

Damn it. I know what that means.

Her hips roll again, her pussy coating my cock for a second time. My eyes shut and I begin stroking my dick between those slick lips, not entering, but enjoying the wet welcome anyway.
Don’t fuck her against the dresser. Don’t fuck her against the dresser.
Maxx continues rocking her hips to meet the small thrusts mine seem to be making without my fucking approval.

I need to walk away. I need—

A satisfied sigh leaves her lips. “Logan…”

My cock flexes in response and I dig my fingers deeper into her flesh. If we keep this up, there’s no way I won’t come. Yet again, as if she heard me, she grinds a little harder, the motion sending the perfect shock to my balls because they tighten. They want freedom.

“Maxx…” I warn again this time louder.

Toying with me, she bucks her hips again. “Yes?”

“Goddamn it.” My grunt is followed by another shooting pleasure through my body. “Keep this up and I’m gonna—”

“Gonna what?” The rolling movement of her body this time causes my dick to nudge the spot he’s been aching to crawl into.

And just like that the familiar tingle of coming is there. With one more nudge from her, my cock lets it go, my come coating the lips between her hips in several sharp bursts that are followed by a long curse from me. “Damn….”

My body slightly collapses on top of hers and I can hear her breathing heavily. It’s a beautiful, familiar sound. It’s almost like a humming buzz that leaks from her entire body after she’s satisfied. It’s a sound I’ve become quite accustomed to.

And one I fucking love. One I love knowing I put there and only me.

For a moment neither of us moves. Not a word is said.

Look, I know we need to talk. I know I need to explain to her the annoyance I felt talking to Tony and that she really is mine, in the bed and out, but can I just have a sec. Just a sec to enjoy the peace that’s here in this moment. To not fucking think…

“Logan,” she states loudly, the sex that was dripping from her voice is gone now. “You’re squishing me.”

“Right.” I peel myself off her body and immediately reach for my shorts, thankful the come landed on Maxx and the towel at her feet. “Sorry.”

With a soft smile she twirls around, her gorgeous naked body causes my dick to stir again.
Seriously? You insistent bastard! You just had her! It hasn’t even been five fucking minutes
. I can see the wheels turning in her head, debating what she wants to ask me.

Honestly? I can’t handle talking right now. Not like this. I’ll fuck it up worse than I did by coming in here and dry humping the shit out of her. No. I gotta get out of here. I gotta get my shit together so I don’t fuck up the one chance I have at doing this right.

Maxx opens her mouth but I cut her off. “I’ve gotta go.”

Her eyes bulge out, looking extra huge under her glasses.

Why are they suddenly like microscopes?

“Wh-Wh-Wh—” Is all that makes it out of her mouth before I leave the room. I left her standing naked in shock, and left the situation more fucked than it’s ever been.

Okay. Yes, bailing after that probably was a shitty thing to do. But can you imagine for just a second how much worse it was gonna turn out if I tried to tell her that I wanna do this whole couple thing? Especially after what we just did. She’d most likely write it off as just a way for me to fuck her and that’s the last thing I want. I want Maxx to know that when she’s got me buried deep inside her it’s not because I gave her a bunch of false fucking hope to get my dick wet, but because I mean it. Because she really is mine. Because I fucking love her.