Caged (Defiant Kings, #1)

by Bella Matthews

this man is beyond gorgeous. He’s six feet, five inches of rock-solid, golden muscles and beautiful black ink that’s on display every single time he trains. They’ve just finished for the night, so he’s changed into gray sweatpants and a dark-green Crucible hoodie that look almost as good on him as the low-slung shorts and bare chest do when he trains. But . . . but, but, but . . . A deep chuckle rumbles from Cooper’s chest. “You wouldn’t even know what to do with a woman like Maddie, asshole. Can your dates even spell their own names?” Hudson shoulders his gym bag and smiles his megawatt smile. Perfectly straight, white teeth that probably cost his parents a small fortune. “I don’t give them an IQ test, Sinclair.” And there it is . . . there’s the but. Hudson Kingston is also a manwhore. I have no doubt he could make my body sing. But as much as I’d give anything to let this man take the v-card I’d love to ditch if I could, I also have absolutely no doubt I’d get my heart crushed in the process. Which leaves me to settle for friendship with a side of the fun banter we’ve got going on instead. “You couldn’t handle me, King.” This man was dubbed Hudson “The King” Kingston by the fighting world years ago. On someone else, it might seem like an arrogant or self-indulgent name. But it fits him like a golden glove. “One night with me, and I bet I could have you loving how I handle all sorts of things, sunshine.” Our eyes lock for a single charged moment, but it’s broken when the...