Linc (Cocky Cage Fighter, Book 3)

Hi, my name's Linc, and I'm an MMA fighter who’s in love with a porn star.

Okay so maybe I'm not in love with Eve Kelly, but I'm completely freakin' obsessed with her, addicted even. Hell, I know that for years I've been using Eve as an escape from reality. Why? Because my heart was not only ripped out of my chest by my high school sweetheart, she crushed it into so many pieces that I still haven’t found them all.

But now it’s high time I stop lettin' the past haunt me and a porn star own me. And how exactly am I gonna do that? By confrontin’ my demons, or in this case one incredibly sexy demoness, I’ll finally be able to get my social life back.

I didn’t consider the possibility that I could fall even harder for her.


~Claire~

I've never been as mortified as I am in this very moment. The spotlights are blinding me as I stand on stage in nothing but a white thong bikini, all because my little sister Mandy, aka the kinky porn star Eve Kelly, is at the moment passed out in a hotel room, high as a kite. Since she owes a loan shark more than thirty thousand dollars, I agreed to fill in for her tour appearance tonight at one of the local strip clubs.

With only thirteen months between us, a few pounds, and slightly different shade of blue eyes, there’s nothing else preventing Mandy and I from passing as identical twins. In fact, the crowd of disgusting, perverted men doesn’t seem to have the slightest idea they’re actually being scammed. If I can just get through two hours of taking selfies with drunk bastards, I'll be able to go home, shower in Clorox, and get back to my normal life.

Or at least that was the plan, until a gorgeous MMA fighter paid a shitload of money for Eve to give him a private lap dance.

Lincoln “Linc” Abrams



"Hi, my name's Linc, and I'm in love with a porn star." 
I'm standin' in front of bulging-eyed strangers, about to tell them shit I've never told another soul, not even my boys. I admit, I got the idea from watchin’ Fight Club.
"Well, maybe I'm not in love with her," I amend before a tidal wave of candor comes pourin' out of my mouth. "But I'm completely fuckin' obsessed with Eve Kelly. Ever since the first time I saw her spread her long, lean legs on camera I've been addicted. I own a copy of all ten of her videos and subscribe to this overpriced, twenty-four hour a day production network that occasionally shows never before seen footage. So yeah, I'm a really sick bastard because there's nothin' in this world I'd rather be doing than watchin’ Eve get fucked every which way possible. Well, there's one thing I'd rather being doin'..." I can't help but grin even as I feel the warmth of embarrassment floodin’ my cheeks. Did I really just say all that shit out loud? 
Clearin’ his throat, the bald, overweight man standin' at the podium in the front of the room takes advantage of my pause to put an end to my ramblin’ monologue. "Admitting you have a problem is a great first step toward recovery. However, this is actually the weekly Alcoholics Anonymous meeting." 
"Well, yeah I figured as much based on the Alcoholics Anonymous sign on the door," I finally respond to the guy callin’ me out. The lucky bastard. He can pour his alcohol down the sink or throw it in the trash to get rid of it. But my long, hard cock? Yeah, it goes with me everywhere, usually leadin’ the way, demandin’ that I imagine how hot it would be to fuck Eve Kelly in order to relieve the achin’ pressure. "I couldn't find any porn addiction groups," I explain. "So I just figured that one addiction is pretty much like any other, right?"
I shift my weight forward and back, rockin' nervously on the soles of my black Vans while everyone in the room continues to gawk at me. Not tryin’ to sound cocky, but there's no "anonymous" about me bein' here today since I'm somewhat of the town's celebrity mixed martial arts fighter, and Linc is not a very common name. Did my parents name me after one of the greatest Presidents of the United States? Hell no. They went with Lincoln because Link would've been a dead giveaway of their epic geekiness and lifetime addiction to gaming. If addictions are supposedly genetic, then why the fuck couldn't I have been cursed with spendin’ my days and nights with a game controller in my hand instead of my dick? So yeah, I'm here because I'm tired of my rapidly increasin’ social withdrawal. Damn it, I want to get back to bein’ normal again. Before I watched the first Eve Kelly naughty school girl scene. Back to the good ole days when I occasionally fucked real beautiful, curvy women instead of imaginin’ I was fuckin’ a porn star. 
"Anyone else?" The group leader looks away from me, indicatin’ he wants me to shut the fuck up and sit down. I do, and then I listen to the other members in the classroom, a Chex Mix of ages, races and genders, discussin' their addiction, how many days since their last drink, how alcohol took over their lives, ruinin' their relationships. Amen to that one. I've tried to date, I really have, especially with all the free time I've had since I got nailed with my first serious injury, breakin’ my fuckin’ arm in a championship fight with Jude Malone. Losin’ my title, and then not bein’ able to get back in the cage to train in over two months sucks ass. There are too many hours in the day, and not enough shit for me to be doin’. 
Knowin’ I’ve been bored out of my mind, and watchin’ too much porn, my good friend Sadie took pity on me, settin’ me up on a few blind dates with her hot friends from Duke. Despite how beautiful, smart, and funny they were, it’s always the same by the end of the night. I can't fuckin' wait to leave the college chicks at their dorms and get back home to Eve. 
"I hit rock bottom the day I bought a fifth of liquor instead of food with my last five dollars, even though I hadn't had anything to eat in days," a young blonde woman says sadly from across the room. "That was when I realized how bad my addiction was. I knew it was time for me to finally face my demons before they consume me." 
Suddenly, the motherfucker of all ideas hits me like a lightnin' bolt. 
I need to confront my demons. 
I have to meet Eve Kelly. 
That's it! It's the only way to end this ridiculous obsession I've had with her goin' on for almost three years. The only way to get me the hell out of Fantasy Fuckland and bring me back to reality is to meet her face-to-face. I'm sure that the real thing is probably nothin' like the erotic perfection of the woman I watch deep throatin' on my flat screen.
With this new, exciting plan on my mind, my knee bounces, impatiently waitin' until the meetin’ is over so I can whip out my phone to do an Internet search. Why didn't I think of this brilliant idea sooner? 
Thirty long minutes later, I stride out to the parkin’ lot and climb up in my big, neon green truck. The next second I'm on my phone, pullin' up Eve Kelly's website. I scan the page for a tour date calendar, but a few stunnin’ tits, I mean pics, grab my attention. Since I don’t have these particular images in my collection, I snap a screen shot of each to ogle later. In one particular photo, Eve's standin’ in nothin' but pure white, lacy lingerie that's a strikin' contrast to her tan, golden skin. Her full, red lips are suckin' on her index finger, and she's holdin' her chestnut hair up off of her shoulders, givin' the camera a sexy as fuck look that screams, "Will you pull my hair while I suck your cock?" Jesus. 
I don't know what the hell it is about the simple sight of this particular woman that sets me off. My hand automatically dives into my pants and squeezes my rock hard shaft every single time I look at her, without fail. It's so bad that I can't even wear a belt anymore. Screw that. Those leather bastards are nothin' but fuckin' hindrances, gettin' in the way of me and my fantasy girl. 
Tellin’ my dick he’ll have to just wait until I get home before I choke him out, I click on the website link for tour information and start scrollin’ through the cities. 
Sonofabitch! 
It's like the universe is alignin’ or some shit, because ironically enough, Eve's comin' to Raleigh in just two short weeks.

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