Free Jax (Cocky Cage Fighter Series) by Lane Hart Page B

Fucking bastard. I finally hand over the phone to Page's outstretched hand, knowing she's going to bitch me out for sure this time.
    "That…was the funniest shi...znit I've ever heard," Page says, looking up at me with a smile.
    "Shiznit?" I ask with my own grin, breathing deep to calm myself down. "What are you, ten?"
    "Excuse me if every other word out of my mouth is not filth like yours."
    And it is a damn fine mouth, I can't help but notice. Plump pink bottom lip, fuller than the top which forms a perfect fucking bow. I'd love to force those lips apart with a gasp of pleasure. Or watch them part even wider when they wrap around my hard cock. The cock currently pressing against the fly of my jeans so hard it'll likely have a permanent zipper imprint down it.
    Jude returns with the pack of cookies and a glass of milk, giving Page a low bow when he says, "Here you go, m'lady."
    "Thanks, Jude. You are definitely the more pleasant brother," she says when she accepts the offering and returns to her seat.
    "Yeah, Jax is a dick, but don't take it personally. He's like that to everyone because he thinks he's a badass."
    "I am a badass," I growl. Jude sits down beside her again and they both pretend to ignore me.
    "So how do you like to do yours?" Jude asks, grabbing a cookie and twisting it open. "I like to lick all of the cream off with my tongue before I shove the cookie in my mouth," he tells her, heavy on the innuendo.
    "I dip the whole cookie in the milk until it's soft and mushy," she tells him, grabbing a cookie and doing just that. "Then I like to chug the murky milk after I eat all my cookies."
    Seeing her like this is…strange after dealing with the uptight, stuck-up Page. I sit down at the table to watch more of this easygoing side of her.
    "Double stuffed are the best," she tells my brother. He quickly agrees.
    "Jude's gonna have to do double cardio tomorrow to work off this shit," I mutter, not letting myself give in to the delicious temptation, even though I have no idea how long it'll be before I can fight again.
    "Why you always pissing all over my parade, Jax?" Jude grumbles. "You're such a Debbie Downer."
    "He always such an angry pessimist?" Page asks Jude.
    "Oh yeah. And he gets worse every year."
    "Why do you think that is?" she inquires, while they both pretend like I'm not in the fucking room.
    "I don't know. Probably because he's sad knowing he can never be as awesome as me."
    "You think you're so fucking funny, don't you?" I ask, reaching to grab one of the fucking Oreos from the pack.
    Cracking it open, I notice Page's gaze on me. I hold her eyes as I slowly run my tongue over one of the white cream sides. Those perfect lips of hers part as she focuses on my mouth like I intended, just to fuck with her. Trying to get a rise out of her is more fun than anything I've done in a long time.
    "Let me know whenever you're ready to go home, Page," I tell her, making her blink and break the spell.
    "Ah. Can't we keep her? Pretty please, Jax? I've always wanted my very own gorgeous, yellow-haired attorney," Jude begs, turning to me with clasped hands and big pleading eyes, making Page laugh. I don't like that he's the one eliciting such a sweet sound from her. "I promise I'll feed her and take care of her all by myself."
    "Nice, I'm sure Page loves being referred to as a stray dog."
    "Relax, Jax. I can take a joke," she replies with a snort, making my brother laugh. Hearing her use my nickname so familiarly causes that battering ram feeling against my chest that I try again to ignore.
    "Relax? The woman who told me I could end up serving a twenty-seven year prison sentence is telling me to fucking relax?"
    "Holy shit! Are you serious?" Jude asks, his teasing and cookie in his hand forgotten. 
    "With our progress today, I'm feeling a little more confident about your chances," Page responds with a smile. "I bet you won't get more than thirteen years."
    "That's not funny," I mutter.          
    "Thirteen