Free Linc (A Cocky Cage Fighter Novel Book 3) by Lane Hart

attention. Since I know the jackass is referrin’ to me, I leave the trainin’ room and head through the main floor of the gym to the front. There's no one on the visitor side of the desk except for a petite brunette, delicate lookin’ in a pink tunic and tight jeans that show off a nice, perky ass. I’m surprised Senn hasn’t moved in on her yet knowin’ his penchant for round butts. Seein’ her long braid that reaches down to the middle of her waist I can’t help but think the same thing every man probably thinks to himself when he sees a woman's braid - That bad boy would be perfect to wrap around my fist and yank hard, pullin’ her mouth to mine when I'm fuckin’ her from behind.
    Holy fuck!
    For the first time in...forever, my dick is actually springin’ up in my jeans for a real live woman who isn’t a porn star. Well, I assume this girl isn’t into fuckin’ men on camera, but I don’t know a damn thing about her. Yet . At least not until she turns around and faces me. My Van s suddenly become glued to the fuckin’ gym floor.
    “Abby?” I ask stupidly, although I know it’s her even after all these years. How could I ever forget the beautiful face of the girl who was my first...everything? The one person I loved more than was probably healthy, and she had to go and stomp on my broken heart after she had shredded it.
    “Hey, Linc.” Abby Merchant, my high school sweetheart, smiles as her brown, puppy dog, eyes examine me from head to toe. I can’t help but do the same. There’s not much about her that’s changed in five years, which sucks. Dammit, why couldn't she have, I dunno, put on a couple hundred pounds, or turned ugly to match the evil inside of her? Her brown hair is obviously longer, and she looks a little curvier, which is good since she barely had any meat on her bones when we dated. I used to always worry that I would break her when I fucked her tiny, sexy, and always eager little body. And Goddamn it. The Cock Ness Monster is makin’ it clear that he definitely remembers all those times we were together and clearly missed her. Traitor.
    “What are you doing here?” I ask, steppin’ behind the front desk, puttin’ a buffer between us to hide my arousal. She doesn’t deserve the reaction my body automatically has for her.
    She leans her elbows on the counter, intentionally givin’ me a better view of her cleavage. I hate myself for the quick glance against my will that my eyes steal of those luscious tits. The first titties I sucked on long enough to leave hickies all over them just because I liked markin’ her as mine. I even made her come that way the first few times my mouth made it to second base.
    “I just stopped by to see you,” she says softly. “It’s been awhile, and a bunch of our class from Cary High decided to come back this weekend to catch up at the homecoming game.”
    “Well, now you’ve seen me,” I say curtly, gesturin’ to myself with my arms spread wide. 
    “H-how have you been?” she asks hestiantly. Reachin’ for her braid, she pulls it over her shoulder and nervously strokes her fingers over her hair. Hell, she's probably doin’ it on purpose, tryin’ to remind me of all those times I pulled on that shit while I was balls deep inside her. Too late, my dick's already took a detour down that memory lane, thank you very much.   
    “I’ve been great,” I reply, refusin’ to ask her the same question, even just to be polite. Sure, I know I’m being rude to her, but I’m all out of fucks to give. I used up the last one when I caught her cheatin’ on me just days after she gave birth to our stillborn son.
    “Good, I'm glad,” she says, lowerin’ her eyes at my tone. That’s when I notice she has a few new freckles across her nose and cheeks, more than she did five years ago, and fuck me if they aren’t adorable. She probably painted the bastards on before she came over since she knows how much I loved kissin’ the old ones.