Caden: Rebels Advocate (Book 2) Page 5

  Chapter 6

  Caden

  “Go, go, go,” I yell as my client, Roxy, sprints down the length of Rebels Advocate before rushing back and instantly dropping down into a set of jump squats. She’s been working her but off this morning and we’re just about done, but there’s no way I’m about to let her give in just yet. She still has a few minutes left of her session and I’m going to push her to the breaking point. After all, that’s what people pay me for.

  Roxy gets through her jump squats and straightens herself up. She knows the routine by now and turns to face me with her fists already raised. I hold the boxing pads up for her and she lets loose like a wild beast.

  “Come on,” I tell her as her speed starts to decrease. “You’re nearly there. Just a little bit more.”

  A determined crease appears across her eyebrows as she pushes herself to the finish line “Good work,” I tell her as she collapses to the ground in complete exhaustion. She’s been working on increasing her strength and overall fitness levels, and in the three shorts months I’ve been training her, she’s already achieved so much.

  I grab her water bottle and pass it down to her before throwing the boxing pads into the pile of equipment we’ve used during the session. Roxy manages to sit up and hangs her head between her knees while working on catching her breath.

  I resist giving myself a pat on the back for another job well done as I don’t want to come off as an egotistical ass, but let’s face it, I’m fucking good at my job.

  Roxy finally manages to pull herself together and I help her to her feet before she disappears to the bathrooms.

  I head over to Cole and Xander with a grin as I watch them busily being Jace’s cheer squad while he’s trying to put himself through a brutal workout, though by cheer squad, I mean they’re being complete dickheads and over exaggerating their encouragements.

  “Come on,” Cole grunts with way too much enthusiasm as Jace presses the bar above his chest. “Harder, Jace, harder. Give me more. I need more.”

  “Yes,” Xander adds. “Get it up there.”

  Jace tries his best to ignore them but their persistence gets the best of him, just as I knew it would. “Fuck off,” he tells them. “Don’t you dickheads have a fight to prepare for?”

  Cole and Xander look at each other before turning back to Jace. “Nah,” Cole chuckles. “We’re good here.”

  “Besides,” Xander says. “We couldn’t possibly leave you here to fend for yourself.”

  Jace groans but continues working on his bench presses. He raises the bar up and the second it reaches its peak, Cole grins. “Yeah, that’s what I like,” he says in a low, creepy as fuck tone, pushing Jace to breaking point.

  Jace racks the bar before bolting straight off the bench and tackling Cole to the ground. Cole can hardly contain his laughter and allows Jace to easily take him down.

  I can’t help but laugh as I watch the scene unfold before me. It’s fucking bittersweet. Before Luke left on deployment, it used to be Jace and Luke doing this kind of shit to me and Cole, but now that Luke’s gone for the next few months, the tables have turned and it’s fucking hilarious watching Jace lose his shit each and every time. Though, as much as I miss Luke, I’m not looking forward to when he comes back as the boys are going to hit us hard.

  Once they’ve had their fun, Cole pulls himself back to his feet and allows Jace to get on with his workout. He tells Xander that the fun’s over and it’s time to get serious about today’s training and sends him to the treadmill to warm up.

  I turn to Cole with a grin as holding in this morning’s drama is just too much to bear. “I saw Imogen this morning,” I tell him.

  “Huh?” he grunts, looking at me in confusion. “Where?”

  “On the side of the road, looking under the hood and acting like she had a fucking clue what she was doing.”

  “Fuck,” he curses. “You’re kidding, right? I told her not to buy that damn car.”

  “I know,” I say, completely in agreement with him. She bought that car because it’s pretty and has no roof, not because she needs it. Though to be fair, there wouldn’t have been any issues had she found a good mechanic, instead, she trusted a fucking dimwit with a wrench to fiddle around with her car. “There was no oil. She’s probably fucked the engine.”

  “Shit,” she says with a shake of his head. “Where is it now?”

  “I had it towed to that garage around the corner,” I tell him. “Imogen’s got my truck for the day, so I’m going to need a lift home.”

  “Yeah, no problem,” he says. “Thanks, man. I’ll head down there this afternoon and sort it out. I’ll get her a rental so you can get your truck back, otherwise, she’ll hijack it from you.”

  I nod as I acknowledge what he’s saying but I can’t help but feel a little disappointed. For some reason, I wanted to be the one to help her with her car. I want to be the one to sort her out a rental. I want to be the one to deliver it to her on a silver platter and take away all her troubles.

  Shit. What the fuck is going on here?

  I can’t figure out why it’s bugging me so much. I mean, I’ve been looking out for her for years, but all of a sudden, it’s gone from something I do because she’s my friend’s little sister, to something I crave doing. It’s like a sick need that I be the alpha in her life. I need to take care of her.

  I feel things within me shifting and I can feel a change coming. I just hope it’s for the best and not something that’s going to fuck up a good thing. I can just tell in this situation, it’s going to be me that gets hurt. Never her.

  Crap. Cole is going to fucking kill me when he finds out.

  With that, Cole walks away to get started on Xander’s training and I prepare for my next client.

  The rest of the day drags by with this confusing shit about Imogen circling my mind. Cole drops me home that afternoon and I’m not surprised to hear the soft knock at my door right as I sit down to eat my dinner.

  I look longingly down at my plate before pushing back out of my chair. I’m fucking hungry and I consider ignoring the door and annihilating my dinner, but chances are that it’s Imogen returning my truck and that thought has me walking towards the door just a little bit faster.

  I grab the door handle and yank the bastard open.

  I find Imogen standing before me with a grin on her face letting me know we have an incredibly busy night ahead of us. Her eyes bore into mine as her hand raises to her coat. She unbuttons the top button and I find myself staring with anticipation as I wait to see what she’s got on underneath.

  Her hand slowly lowers to the next button and it feels as though it’s taking a lifetime. I resist stepping forward and ripping it from her body. I allow her to tease me as she bits her bottom lip and watches me with eyes filled with lust.

  The next button is finally popped and I see the tops of her breasts nearly spilling out of her bra. My eyes follow the movements to the next button and with incredible willpower, I manage to stay right where I’m standing.

  We’ve only been standing here a second, but the moment seems to go on forever. The next button pops, followed by the next. Before I know it, Imogen allows the material of her coat to fall open with a cheeky grin.

  Fuck me.

  She stands before me in nothing but black lingerie and high heels. She even has the suspenders and the thigh high stockings. I swear, my heart nearly leaps right out of my chest in my need to touch her.

  I remember that she’s standing in my doorway and any fucker could walk by and see what’s mine. I somehow tear my eyes off her and quickly look up and down the street.

  Safe.

  Finally, able to give in to my desires, I grab her around the waist and pull her into my home. I slam the door behind us and rid her of the coat so I can appreciate the full view. My dick has a mind of its own and is practically clawing at my zip in its need to get to Imogen.

  “Fuck, babe,” I groan as my hands run up and down her body. They travel d
own her back before giving her ass a well-deserved squeeze. She moans at the touch and I get a feeling she’s been thinking about this moment all day.

  She digs down into the center of her bra and produces the key to my truck with a smirk that has me wishing she was already wrapped around my waist. “Thank you,” she murmurs as she drops the key into my hand.

  “Believe me. It was my pleasure,” I tell her.

  Her little sexy act drops as a real smile takes over her face. “You know,” she says. “You don’t need to be my hero.”

  Her statement catches me off guard, but not enough for her to realize. It’s basically what I’ve been thinking about all day. My need to do things for her. I still haven’t worked it out, but right now, I don’t give a shit. I’ll be her fucking hero over and over again if it means getting this special treatment from her.

  “I like being your hero,” I say with my lips against her neck. The second the words come out, I realize no other words have ever been so true. I like being her hero, in fact, I love it. Saving her ass this morning was the fucking highlight of my day.

  Not wanting to dive any deeper into this whole hero shit, I take what’s mine. “Now,” I tell her. “Shut up and let me enjoy this.”

  She shakes her head and pulls back ever so slightly. “Tsk, tsk,” she says with a raised finger. “Slow down, cowboy. I have the next few hours planned out, right down to the very last minute and you’re not going to ruin it.”

  Fuck yeah. How did I get this lucky?

  She takes me by the hand and leads me away. She glances back at me over her shoulder with a smile in her eyes before walking around the front of my couch. She stands me before the couch and my hands instinctively take her waist.

  She reaches up on her tippy toes and briefly presses her lips to mine as her hands reach around me and lift my shirt up over my head. Next to go are my pants and before I know it she’s wrapping her fingers around me pumping my dick in her tight little fist.

  The cheekiest little grin crosses her features before she gently pushes me back onto the couch and drops to her knees before me. Her eyes meet mine as she leans forward and takes me in her mouth.

  My eyes close for the briefest moment before I force them open again. I don’t want to miss a fucking second of the show Imogen’s putting on for me. It’s bittersweet as the feel of her tongue circling around the head of my dick has me in pure ecstasy, but the need to touch her is strong, and in this position, the things I really want to touch are just out of reach.

  I watch as her head bobs up and down. She does long slow pulls that have my fingers fisting in her hair before picking up her speed and taking me right to the edge. “I’m going to come, babe,” I warn her. She moans around me and sucks a little harder.

  “Fuck,” I grunt as I practically see stars.

  She keeps her eyes on mine as she swallows me down. Watching her like this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. She pulls her mouth off me and makes a show of licking her lips, but we both know she hasn’t spilled a drop.

  She goes to get up for whatever she has planned next which is when I decide it’s now my turn to run the show. All I want to do is spread those legs wide open and devour her like a fucking buffet.

  I grab her around the waist and she squeals as I throw her over my shoulder. I bring my hand up and spank her on that fine ass before rubbing my hand over the sting and taking her down to my bedroom.

  I toss her down on the bed and a breath escapes her as she crashes into the pillows. “Seems you have a plan of your own,” Imogen comments as I eye her like a lion stalking his prey.

  “Bet your sweet ass I do,” I say as I come down on top of her.

  My lips instantly come crashing down on hers and she accepts them as greedily as though it were her next breath. My hands have a mind of their own as roam over her body and take in the way her lingerie feels against her skin.

  As good as she looks in the skimpy black lace, I need to see her. I rid her of her bra and slide her thong down her legs ever so slowly, but keep the thigh highs and heels. I make my way down her body and sit up to take in the view.

  Her knees are up and I place my hands on either one before peeling them apart and opening her up like a long awaited birthday present.

  She’s fucking beautiful and the way she bashfully bites down on her bottom lip as if she’s slightly embarrassed by her vulnerability has me wanting her more.

  Unable to wait any longer, I duck down between her perfect thighs and treat myself to the best fucking meal I’ve ever had.

  Chapter 7

  Imogen

  I sit at the table at my parents’ house listening to Mom going on and on about the cruise she booked for her and dad to take in a few months. I’d be happy to sit here and listen to it if it weren’t the twentieth time I’d heard about it. Luckily, we have Rylee here who gives her all the appropriate ‘ooh’s’ and ‘ahh’s’ at all the right times.

  Cole gets up and grabs himself and Rylee new drinks from the fridge before returning and taking his seat beside her. With the table distracted by mom’s news, I find myself thinking of Caden.

  He’s always been there for me, ever since we were kids, but recently it’s been different and I can’t help but really like it, and that’s honestly scaring the shit out of me. He came to me when I was out drinking and made sure I got home safe. He didn’t even storm into the club and drag me out like Cole would have. He just sat in his truck and waited until we were finished. Then he took care of my whole car thing and completely took my stress away. And for some reason, I absolutely loved having him look out for me.

  I mean, he’s always done this kind of stuff and it usually pisses me off. I always saw it as the boys treating me as a child who couldn’t handle herself. But the way Caden has been taking charge and treating me like his queen has been getting me hot, like really hot. I don’t know… it’s almost as though I like him taking care of me, which is ridiculous of course. I can’t like it, that’s not part of our deal.

  I don’t know what’s happening between us, but things are changing. The only problem is that I don’t want things to change. I love our fucked-up dynamic. I love the way we’re something, but nothing at the same time. It’s our secret and at the end of the day, I can go home pretending as though not a damn thing is going on.

  Caden has been desperately wanting to spill his guts to Cole, but the second he does that, I’m going to have to face the facts that what I’ve been doing is wrong. Right now, I live in this fantasy world where I’ve convinced myself that it’s alright. That Cole will be thrilled to find out what we’ve been doing.

  Instead, Cole is going to have the shits and it scares me that I have absolutely no idea how far he’s going to take it. I mean, no doubt he’s going to give Caden the silent treatment and probably a black eye to go with it. Then I’m sure as soon as the black eye heals, he’ll do it again.

  Caden would be able to handle the black eye and any other physical punishment that Cole decides to dish out, but what will kill him is the silent treatment. It will tear him apart.

  The one thing I’m absolutely certain about is that when Cole does eventually find out, things between me and Caden will stop, and when that happens, it might just tear my world in two.

  “Earth to Imogen,” Cole says from across the table. My eyes dart back up just in time to see a bread roll being launched across the table and right into my face.

  “Ugh,” I groan as the bread roll clatters to my plate and I rub my forehead. “What the hell was that for?”

  “Language,” my mother scolds from across the table.

  Cole ignores her and narrows his eyes on me. “What’s going on in there? You’re completely zoned out.”

  “Oh, um,” shit. Think, Imogen. Think. “I was just thinking about this new kid that’s been coming to see me. He’s had a really tough upbringing and isn’t too keen on opening up. I have to keep him distracted to get anything out of him, so I want to get him involved in something
.”

  “MMA,” Cole instantly says as though I’m ridiculous for not already knowing the answer.

  “No, I’m not sure. He’s suffered through physical abuse since he was a baby. I’m not sure throwing violence in his face is going to be the key in this one,” I say.

  Rylee and mom both let out heartbroken sighs as a heavy scowl appears across dad’s face at hearing about Brandon’s situation. “Don’t be stupid,” Cole says, completely surprising me. “Learning to fight in a controlled environment is probably the best thing for him. He will learn how to defend himself, gain confidence and strength, and with the right mentoring, he will learn how to control himself and his new skills. Besides, participating in MMA with an adult in a safe environment is going to be extremely beneficial to him. If he can learn how to defend himself, he won’t ever feel powerless again.”

  I press my lips together as I think it over. “I’m not completely sold on the idea,” I admit.

  “Oh, honey,” Mom cuts in. “It’s a brilliant idea. MMA did wonders for Cole.”

  “Huh?” I grunt. “What do you mean?”

  “Maybe you were too young to remember, but when Cole was around ten years old, he was heading down a bad track. He was getting in trouble at school, picking fights with older boys, and quite frankly, he was being a bit of a dick,” she explains. Cole goes to defend himself, but Mom continues on as though he’s not even here. “We put him in MMA and his trainer put the fear of God into him. He whipped him straight into line and now look at him, he’s the beautiful child I always knew he could be.”

  I raise a questioning eyebrow at Cole. I knew he was a little shit growing up, but I didn’t realize that was the reason he started MMA. Cole gives me a silent nod and the wheels start turning in my head.

  Everything Cole and mom have said circle my head and I really think it over. They’re both right. Knowing how to defend yourself and actually having some really great role models around could do wonders for him, and it’s just that thought that has me completely changing my mind.

  “Can he do some sessions with you?” I question as the hope starts to fill within me.