Caged(121)

A~

"There goes my plan for a quickie."

"Use your sexual frustration to hit harder during training today."

Deacon kissed the back of her head. "Good plan. Let's head back down."

The keycards were in holders on the catchall table by the front door. He handed her one and tucked his inside his front pocket.

While they waited for the elevator, Deacon caged her against the wall so they were face-to-face. He had that fierce look in his eye.

Her belly jumped. "What?"

"Plan on bein' naked the moment we get back to the room tonight. Plan on bein' sore tomorrow, because I'm gonna fuck you on every horizontal surface."

"You trying to get me wet and horny right now?"

"Yep. Figured it was only fair, since I'm hard as fucking concrete after seeing how hot your ass looks in those pants as you bent over to get your purse."

The elevator dinged.

When Deacon pushed back, Molly saw Presley standing behind him, wearing a huge grin.

"Hey, guys."

"You get a note with instructions too?"

"We all did. Beck is in the room next to mine and Ronin wants him at the dojo, so he said not to leave without him."

The elevator door closed.

No one got in the car until the eighth floor. An inked bruiser wearing workout clothes stood in the middle of the car.

Deacon stiffened beside her.

The man's eyes and Deacon's met in the mirror. He scowled. "Whatcha lookin' at?"

"You weren't that bulked up the last time we met in the ring, Twitch. What are the chances you'll pass a drug test this time?"



       
         
       
        

"Con Man. Thought you dropped off the face of the earth. Haven't heard nothin' about you in a long fuckin' time."

"Same goes."

"Probably 'cause I don't go by Twitch no more."

"Yeah? What's your ring name now?"

"Bulldozer."

"Tyrese 'Bulldozer' Witchell? Who came up with that mouthful?"

"My publicist. She said I needed a name with impact. Nothin'll knock you down faster than a bulldozer." He punched his left palm with his right fist as a demonstration.

Wow. This dude was the poster child for big and dumb. Molly didn't dare look at Presley or they'd both laugh.

"You here for the expo?" Bulldozer asked.

"Just as support for my club and my dojo. I'm not fighting. What about you?"

"The UFC is scouting me for their light heavyweight division."

"No shit?"

"It's basically a done deal." He gave Deacon a pitying look. "Some of us have what it takes. Most of you don't."

The elevator doors opened. Bulldozer lumbered out.

"You have real winners for friends, Con Man. I'm hurt you didn't introduce me," Presley said with a pout. "The tat on the back of his neck said No Regerts."

"No way," Molly said. "Did you take a picture of it?"

"Of course. Hello, Instagram."

"Elvis, you're tempting me to call him back," Deacon drawled. "I'd never stand in the path of true love."

"Omigod, Deacon made a joke!" Presley clapped. "Wait. Will they kick you out of the badass club for that?"

"I'm the president. They can't kick me out."

"Two jokes in one day? Maddox is so gonna ream you for drinking on the plane."

"I haven't been drinking, but I sure can-"

"Give me one second," Molly said, dragging Deacon around the corner of the elevator bay.

He pushed her against the wall and kissed her until she couldn't breathe. "Miss me today, babe."

"I will."

"Can't wait to get you alone tonight."

"I can't wait either." Would sex in a fancy hotel be off-the-charts hot?

With Deacon? Guaranteed.

Molly wasn't really paying attention to where she was going when they turned the corner and a freight train slammed into her. She would've hit the marble flooring if not for Deacon catching her.

"You all right?"

She nodded.

Then Deacon went after the guy. "Hey, Grape Ape." 

The big dude, in an ugly purple shirt, stopped and turned around. "What?"

"You damn near knocked my girlfriend over and didn't stop to see if she was all right."

"So?"

"So, get back here and apologize to her for bein' an inconsiderate dickhead."

Molly thought about ducking behind the palm tree.

The man said, "Make me."

"Jesus, what are you? Five?"

The guy turned away.

"Fine." Deacon grabbed his arm, twisted, and the Grape Ape dropped to his knees. "A. Pol. O. Gize."