Page 92 of Caged

Swear to God, Maxipad. You talk like you’re eighty, not forty.

Max

I’m not forty, shithead.

Becket

Then stop talking like it.

Max

What forty-year-old says slow your roll?

Hudson

Hello... Assholes... Anybody got any actual advice?

Sawyer

Try listening to her, Hud. Enjoy where you are now and don’t rush it. She’ll let you know when she’s ready.

Jace

In the meantime, I have one word... yoga sex.

Becket

That’s two words, jackoff.

Sawyer

It’s a good thing you’re pretty, kid.

* * *

In a lot of ways,the next two weeks fly by.

It wasn’t like my body took a beating in my fight against Mason McGuire, but my mind sure as hell did. So, Cade switched up my training for this fight. We still did the normal things, but he had me do yoga with Maddie for an hour every day.

He wanted me to find my zen. He thought it would help center me.

I guess it did. Once I got into meditating, I could see the draw of it.

The only problem is I’m supposed to be clearing my mind, and every time she wears her tight little booty shorts and sports bras, then leans over my body to adjust my posture, my zen goes flying out the fucking window while all the blood working to keep it where it’s supposed to be rushes to my cock.

Even now. Maddie and I are in the warm-up room in Las Vegas, waiting for them to give us the ten-minute warning so she has time to get to her seat before the fight, and she’s working me through my breathing. Definitely different. Not bad though. I kinda wish I’d thought to do this for my earlier fights.

There’s a knock on the door before Cade pops his head in. “Ten minutes, King. Sawyer is out here waiting to walk Maddie to her seat.”

I nod, and he gives us a minute alone.

She stands in front of me in her tight black dress, sky-high heels lacing up her ankles, and her hair, that I fucking love, in fat curls around her shoulders. She’s my every wet dream come to life, and I can’t wait to win this fight so I can go back to our hotel room and fuck her brains out.

“You gonna be my prize again tonight, Mads?” I wrap a curl around my finger and smile.

“I’ll do you one better, Kingston. You win this fight, and I’ll marry you... tonight.” She cocks one brow in challenge.

My heartbeat picks up speed. “What?”

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