Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
I gave him an incredulous look. “Yeah, right. Like that would ever happen.”
“What?” He grinned. “I heard you’ve been trained by the best.”
“Sorry. I’m not even going to attempt that. It was nice knowing you, Cameron.”
He smiled and licked his lips. “I’ll sweeten the pot.”
I just stood there waiting to hear his terms, and wanting to kiss him so badly.
He leaned over where only I could hear what he was saying. “If you can submit me, I’ll let you fuck me.”
I swear his words made me tremble. Just the thought of dominating a beast like Kage was almost unfathomable to me, and such a turn-on that I didn’t even have to think about my answer. I just faked a level change, dropped down, up, and then back down and went for a double leg takedown.
We had just been drilling the move recently in my MMA class, so it was fresh in my mind. I’d also hoped that the element of surprise would be in my favor.
Kage was an expert at sprawling, though, so he immediately spread his legs and dropped down onto my back. The whole room erupted in screams, and Braden ran to slide the glass coffee table into the corner before one of us got killed on it.
Kage took my back and had me in a rear naked choke in a second. “This is the way you do it, baby. Remember when I made you pass out?”
Then he let me go and hopped up, inviting me to try again. I had seen him toy with plenty of guys in the Octagon in that very same way, but somehow I didn’t imagine it made them feel quite like it made me feel. It made me want to jump him and snatch his pants down.
“Concentrate,” he yelled.
And I did. I put everything I had into it, and the crowd of people in our living room were cheering me on. Well, a few of them were cheering Kage on, but I was well-represented.
I tried and tried to submit him, but the truth was, I had learned just enough to be able to name the moves I couldn’t perform on him, and the ones he performed so effortlessly on me. Finally, as I lay sprawled out on the ground with him, enacting a particularly clumsy collection of non-moves on him, he just manhandled me and stood me up. Then he placed me in front of him so that we were facing each other.
“Who wants to see a replay of that flying armbar from the fight earlier?” he asked.
The entire room went nuts.
“Hey,” I cried. “That would kill me. What kind of friends are you guys?”
Kage rolled his eyes. “I meant you’re going to do it to me.”
My eyes went wide. “Really? Are you serious?”
“As a heart attack,” he said. “I want you to win.”
I smiled and blushed, hoping no one in the room would notice how his words affected the way my pants were fitting me. Because every time he suggested that, something happened to me. I didn’t even care that he was talking about helping me out. All that mattered was the end result.
“Alright, show me what to do.”
Kage motioned for me to come closer. Then he put his hands on my shoulders. “You put your hands on me like this. Now trap my bicep. Here, go for the left. Now hop up onto me like you jumped on my back a while ago. Hang onto my arm with both of your hands, kick your right leg over my head, and I’m going down. That’s right. Let’s try it again.” He walked me through that move four times until I was able to do it myself.
On the fifth one, I used my momentum to roll him over like he did Diaz during the fight. And Kage tapped out.
I was ecstatic. I jumped up and down like a madman. In that moment, I thought I had some inkling of what the guys felt like when they won a fight and went bouncing all of the Octagon and climbing to the top of the fence. If we’d had a fence in the room, I would have climbed to the top of it right then.
But I wouldn’t have had time anyway. Kage grabbed me by the arm and pulled me through the living room. “Where’s your room?” he asked, and I pointed the way.
As we passed by Cameron, Kage gave him a level stare. “Jamie just won you the right to not get the shit beat out of you. Touch him again, I won’t be so forgiving.”
Cameron nodded, and I think he was on his way out the front door before we ever reached my room.
CHAPTER 17
On the other side of the door, Kage turned the lock.
“You didn’t shower after the fight again.”
“Are you complaining?”