Senn (A Cocky Cage Fighter Novel Book 5) by Lane Hart Read Free Book Online

puts three more quarters on my pile.
    “Thank you,” I say in relief since I won’t have to make a trip back to the house for my wallet and waste more time. “They’re for my pregnant girlfriend, who’s at this very second puking her guts out across the street.”
    Girlfriend? Did I seriously just say that word? I’ve never had a girlfriend in my entire life. Subconsciously I’m sure my brain just thought it sounded better than “baby mama.”  That has to be it.
    Taking my plastic bag from the counter with an offer of congrats from the punk rock clerk, I head out the door and wait for traffic to clear, so I can cross the street. When I see a red BMW come flying by from the direction of the beach house, I know I’m too late.
    Abby just left.
    Fuck.
    I walk across the pavement and then through the sandy path scattered with seashells that feel more like glass to get back to my empty room at the house. The unmade bed and smell of sex in the air is all that’s left of the night of amazing sex. What a shame, because it was so incredible there should’ve been some sort of way to remember it like, I dunno, a photo, video or t-shirt with the date that says, “ Best fucks of my life .” 
    Looking down on the floor filled with my dirty clothes, my eyes land on the light blue satin garter trimmed in white lace. I bend down and pick it up just as Nate comes up behind me and says, “Hey, man, sorry about earlier.”
    I stuff the garter into the pocket of my shorts before I turn around to face him.
    “If I had known she was –”
    “Don’t fucking say it.” I hold a hand up to warn him. Knowing he saw her that way, naked and so vulnerable, nearly caused me to choke him out.
    “I was just checking on her after I heard someone throwing up,” he says, shoving his hands into his jean pockets.
    “Yeah, I know,” I reply on an exhale before I go over and sink down onto the edge of the mattress, tossing the plastic bag next to me. “And I went to get her crackers, but she’s gone.”
    “She’s pregnant?” he asks.
    “Yep.”
    “And it’s yours?”
    “Yep.” I stare up at the lighthouse painting on the wall and grind my teeth together, waiting for holier-than-thou Nate to lay into me about what a jackass I am.
    “You actually care about her,” he says.
    “What the hell?” I ask, looking back over him now standing against the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest.
    “You were ready to decapitate me for seeing her naked, and you obviously broke your one-night stand rule.”
    “She was sick, and…and pregnant. I didn’t want anyone perving on her,” I argue.
    “And you really think I was perving on her?” he asks.
    “No,” I admit, because Nate’s not an asshole and wouldn’t screw over his friend, unlike me.
    “You know, you don’t have to feel guilty about being with her. Linc’s married, so he’s not gonna mind. She was the one from that night back in what, March, right? When I had to come pick you up early the next morning?”
    “How did you know?” I ask.
    “Because when we were eating breakfast in the diner, you looked like you’d been run over by a big ass what the fuck did I just do truck, but you weren’t hungover. I’m guessing you were completely sober that night, and you knew full well what you were doing.”
    “It was only supposed to be that one night,” I say in my defense.
    “Right,” he says followed by a chuckle. “Is that why I was always able to pin your ass to the mat whenever Abby was in the gym?”
    “I was worried she would tell Linc…”
    “No,” he says. “I’m talking about when she came in to see him before that morning I picked you up.”  
    “Oh,” I mutter as I try to think back. Nate is a helluva a grappler, three time national champion in college. But with my thirty pound weight advantage, he usually can’t beat me. Usually. Except for the days I was distracted by a petite girl in tight jeans and tall boots, her full tits falling out