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“Yeah, yeah, yeah, rub it in shitdick,” Kase grumbled with a sly grin. “You’re lucky I’m such a good friend. I got you all the liquor and an abundance of women eager to do your bidding.”
It was an important night for Kase, and I wanted to be there to celebrate with him. He and his father inherited the Labyrinth, a well-known club in Las Vegas, from a close family friend who passed away. However, a choice had to be made. The Rushings also owned Rushing’s Gym and Fitness, and when they took ownership of the Labyrinth, someone needed to take over. Tyler had decided to stay with the gym, while Kase chose to give up fighting competitively to run the club. Luckily, his decision didn’t make him have to give up fighting ultimately. The Labyrinth was like a whole other world, and was a dancing nightclub with a fighting arena in the back. It was where many MMA fighters got noticed for the first time, including Kase’s father. I’d heard Tyler say multiple times how he loved fighting at the Labyrinth more than in competitions.
A light tap sounded on the door, and I smiled at Kase. “Ah, the fun’s getting ready to start. I need to get primed up for the main course tonight.”
Kase bellowed out a laugh. “Yep, you’re definitely a Reynolds. I’ve heard stories of the shit our dads used to get into.”
My dad pointed a finger at us. “Hey, I gave up that mess a long time ago when Carter’s mom came back into my life. You will, too; it’s only a matter of time.”
Shaking his head, Kase snorted. “Nah, I’m enjoying my life the way it is.”
Tyler placed a hand on my dad’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s get out of here. Kacey’s at the restaurant waiting for us.”
Dad pinned me with his serious stare. “Stay out of trouble.”
“Don’t I always?” I countered. That couldn’t be further from the truth.
They opened the door, and the blonde I winked at as I walked down to the cage was standing outside, chewing her lip with anticipation when our eyes locked.
Kase snickered under his breath and grinned. “Have fun. Don’t be late, though. You know what’s waiting for you.”
Beckoning the girl inside with a wave of my hand, I focused on Kase and smirked when she happily complied. “The night is young, my friend,” I told him. As soon as Kase shut the door, the blonde-haired vixen pushed me back toward the seat in the corner, settling herself between my legs when I sat down.
“What would you like?” she asked, her voice sultry and smooth like honey.
Sitting back in the chair, I smiled as she unbuttoned my jeans. “I think you know.”