Crash: A Bad Boy MMA Romance (11 page)

“It’s nothing. I’m just… That was really amazing. As good as the last time.”

“It was better.”

She leaned against my chest and I held her close. “Yeah,” she said, sniffling.

“Oh, sweetheart, don’t cry.”

“I’m not crying,” she said, wiping the corners of her eyes. I knew she was lying. All that mattered to me in that moment was that Harper Kelly had let me have her again. She’d allowed me into her innocence. I knew I would never be able to get enough.

I wanted to tell her all this, but there was no fucking way I was going to spill my guts like that. No. What I needed to do was show her, slowly. Build us up into something we could both be proud of so that when the time came, we could tell the parents without any shame. 

Crash and I laid in bed all day and talked about nothing and everything. When my phone rang on my bedside table, I leaned over and looked at the caller ID.
Jeremy. Great.
I slid my finger over the reject call button and turned back to Crash. He was telling me a war story about a time he’d saved his buddy from a burning building. I listened in awe to his tales of bravery. What I’d seen in him during the fight had been real. He really was a hero, no matter how it played out now that he was a civilian.

I had to be up and ready for my overnight shift soon, but leaving Crash in the bed was one of the hardest things I’d ever had to do. Don’s staff were all gone. Crash and I had the place almost completely to ourselves. It was a heady feeling to be with him in this mansion with a view of the ocean. I felt like we were getting away with something naughty.

No matter what either of us wanted, we were still stepbrother and stepsister. It could break apart the family that had just been created, and it could rob Crash of his chance to inherit Don’s wealth. I tried to push the idea from my head as I climbed out of bed. Crash caught my arm and tried to pull me back, but I didn’t give in.

“I’ve got a shift in an hour. I can’t be late for my rounds. My attending is already on my ass.”

“Tell her to go fuck herself,” he said, pulling me down on the bed to lay against his chest.

“You tell her to go fuck herself,” I countered. Seeing my chance to escape, I sprang from the bed.

“Hey, no fair,” he said, throwing a pillow at the backs of my legs.

I giggled and ran off to the bathroom. My body was so alive with desire. It seemed like every time we made love, I wanted more. His lips on my nipples, my pussy, my mouth. His cock in my mouth, my pussy, my hands. It had all culminated in the most intoxicating experience of my life and we’d only been at it for twenty-four hours.

I turned on the shower and began to sing as I washed my hair and body. Running the soap down my breasts, I could feel how big and swollen they’d become. Soon enough, I’d start to show.

When I was done washing, I wrapped a towel around my hair and a bathrobe around my body. When I sauntered out into the bedroom, Crash was holding my phone. I walked over and took the phone from his hands.

“What are you looking at?”

“Who’s Jeremy?” he asked, a strange look on his face.

“He’s my ex-boyfriend.”

“Why is your ex calling you?”

“He’s obsessed. He can’t take a hint.”

“He’d better,” Crash said, pulling me down on the bed.

He flipped me over on my back and was on top of me before I could protest, pulling my robe open. I could feel him hot and hard against me. His lips encircled my nipple.

“What are you doing?” I whimpered.

“I’m going to eat your cunt,” he growled.

I moaned under him as he sucked my swollen breasts and ran his tongue down my stomach. My body responded instantly to his touch. He spread my legs open, dipping into my waiting pussy with his thick, wet tongue. His muscled back and shoulders worked, bulging as he moved into me. 

The first lap of his tongue sent a hot shiver of desire through me and I let out a keening groan. I lifted up on my elbows to watch his blond head moving up and down as his tongue lapped against my clit.

My breasts were so swollen and my nipples tight. I felt hot to the touch and soaking wet. Crash kissed my pussy using his full mouth, dipping, sucking and thrusting his tongue into my channel and twisting it on my clit.

I threw my head back. My nipples felt like two lightning rods, shocked full of electricity as the desire hooked up with my bud. Crash sucked my clit into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue.

Screaming, I came, gripping his hair as I squeezed my thighs around his head. Crash held my thighs tight, sucking out the very last drop of my orgasm. Just as my moan died down, the phone rang again.

He grabbed the phone before I could and looked at the caller ID. “It’s that creep again,” he said.

“Hand me the phone,” I said. He handed it to me and I rose from the bed, frowning.

“When did you break up?”

“Like, almost three months ago,” I said, walking to the closet.

“And he’s still calling. That’s the third time he’s called today. Is there something you aren’t telling me?”

I grabbed a pair of panties and a bra from the dresser and pulled them on before I slipped into some clean blue scrubs.

“Well, I went out with him on a date like a few weeks ago. It was nothing. He just kept pestering me, and I thought maybe it would be a good way to get you out of my mind,” I said.

I regretted it more than any of the other crazy things I’d done since we’d broken up. I emerged from the closet and Crash looked annoyed.

“Did anything happen on this date?” he asked. Was he jealous? The guy who had women practically throwing themselves at him in the ring was jealous of smarmy Jeremy?

“Of course not,” I said.

“Are you going to see him again?” he asked.

“I don’t expect to, no,” I said, slipping into my tennis shoes.

“You don’t expect to?”

“Crash. What is this? I know we’ve been fucking for the last twenty-four hours, but please don’t start acting all possessive. That’s exactly the kind of thing that made me break up with Jeremy.”

“I haven’t been with anyone else since that night in Brazil.”

That threw me for a loop. “What? Are you serious?”

“I couldn’t understand it either. I just…couldn’t. I didn’t want to be with anyone else. I’ve had opportunities, too. Believe me.”

I snorted. “I do believe you. You really haven’t done anything with anyone else?”

“No. Nothing.”

“Wow.” I had to sit down on the side of the bed to take that in. He’d been faithful to me before he even knew who I was or where I came from. I couldn’t fathom it. He reached out and caressed my cheek with the soft skin of the back of his fingers.

“I didn’t want to be either,” he said in a low voice. I leaned down and kissed his mouth gently before pulling away.

“What do you want?”

“I’d like to spend more time with you. Out of bed and in it.”

I giggled. “Okay. What do you have in mind?”

“I’d like to start…dating.”

I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders and kissed him hard on the cheek. “That sounds great. But I really need to go. My attending is going to kill me if I’m late again.”

I jumped out of bed, avoiding his grasping hand. I batted it away and giggled as I hurried out the door. On my way outside, I felt a giddy flood of warmth in my chest. I’d never felt so light or alive before. I didn’t know what this sensation was. I’d never felt so absolutely adored.

After hearing his revelation, I knew that his feelings for me weren’t just physical. There was something more, much more, going on behind all his bravado and bad boy behavior. Did he really care about me?

I couldn’t let myself get too ahead of myself. Otherwise, I’d be screwed. It would be so easy for me to fall for him right now. If I wasn’t already. Falling for Crash Nolan could break me apart.

This was a fun fling. Maybe we had feelings for each other beyond lust, but it couldn’t last. When our parents got home, we’d have to break it off. I was letting myself indulge in this for now. When they got back, it had to be over.

As I got into my car, I knew that everything I was telling myself was bullshit. But I didn’t let those thoughts linger very long. I had to get to the hospital or my attending was going to report me to the chief of staff. I couldn’t have that. I couldn’t let my love affair ruin my career any more than I could allow the baby to ruin my career.

Driving down the driveway, my mind turned to the child growing inside me. I needed to get prenatal vitamins from the pharmacy and start taking them. It was important that pregnant women get enough folic acid.

I wanted my baby to be healthy. Knowing that it was Crash’s child, it would probably end up being ten pounds, and I’d be in labor for thirty-six hours. The thought of it both terrified and excited me.

Then I thought about delivering the baby alone, without a father, and a shiver went down my spine. A tear streaked down my cheek as I pulled into the hospital parking lot.
Great.
Just what I needed right now. A mood swing.

I wiped the tears from my cheeks and jumped out of the car. I was already ten minutes late for my rounds and my attending was going to have a shit fit.
Damn it, Crash.
If he weren’t so insistently sexy…

I couldn’t blame him. I was the one who gave in to his whims and his fourth sex session of the day.

Hurrying through the front doors of the emergency room, I ran to the locker room and pulled on my white coat and wrapped my stethoscope around my neck. When I came out, I saw the group of residents following the attending on rounds.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
She was going to have my ass.

I hurried to the back of the group and tried to blend in with the rest of my class.

“Dr. Kelly. I know that you’re late. Would you like to share with everyone what was so important that you failed to join us on time?”

“Traffic,” I lied. That excuse had worked for another doctor in my class last week. But she didn’t pick on other doctors like she picked on me.

Her cool brown eyes ran up my white coat and settled on my face. “A word,” she said, motioning for me to follow her. We walked to the back of the nurses’ station and stopped within ear shot of all the nurses.
Great.
She meant to embarrass me while she chewed me out.

“Dr. Kelly. It was my understanding that you were the top of your class all through medical school. Graduated with highest honors. Top intern in the bunch, and yet you come into my ER as a first-year resident and you can’t manage to get to rounds on time. I’m beginning to take it personally, Dr. Kelly, and I hate it when residents personally disrespect me.”

“Dr. Williams. There’s a lot happening in my personal life. You’re right about my past successes. It’s all true. I was an exemplary student and intern. I have the praise and letters of recommendation to prove it. I’m sure you’ve seen my records. But I can’t be perfect all the time.”

“I understand imperfections, Dr. Kelly. But this tardiness is unacceptable. You can either take this residency seriously or you can find another hospital to complete your training.” She clutched her clipboard to her chest, turned on her heel, and walked away.

I stood there with my mouth gaping. The nurses looked at me with shocked sympathy. I felt the hormones kicking in inside me, and the dizziness that hadn’t plagued me in a week came spiraling back. I wiped a tear from the corner of my eye but couldn’t move to join the rest of the residents.

“You better go,” one of the nurses whispered. I looked up at her sweet, sincere face and was shocked into motion.

I hurried back to my rounds, swallowing what was left of my pride.

Harper had her first night off since our day in the pool. We each got ready for our date in our own rooms. I put on a pair of dark blue jeans and a casual jacket over a black t-shirt. The outfit covered most of my tats, but the skull on my chest peeked out under neck of the t-shirt. I turned from side to side in the mirror, admiring the look. I’d put some product on my short blond hair that made it spike up a bit. It looked pretty sick.

I walked down the hall and knocked on Harper’s door.

“Hola,” I said as I rapped my knuckles on the wood. The door flung open, and I nearly lost my mind. She wore a form-fitting red dress with fabric that gathered up in little waves. She looked damn hot. My dick twitched when I saw her. I took a step back to admire the view.
Holy shit. This girl.
I grasped her hand and twirled her around to get a better look.

“Babe, you look amazing.” She wore black heels that made her petite figure a few inches taller and her ass and legs look phenomenal. When she turned back around, I noticed her amazing tits. They seemed bigger every single day.

“Thanks,” she said softly, gripping her purse. “Where are you taking me?”

“Nice restaurant. Don told me to drop his name there any time I wanted a table.”

“That worked?”

“Fuck yeah, it did. You like sushi?”

“Um… yes.”

“Great.” She worried her lip and her brows clenched together.

“You sure you like sushi?”

“Yes, but can we go somewhere else?”

“Sure. I can find another place.”

“Never mind, sushi is fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. Absolutely.”

“Okay.” I took her hand and led her out to the front of the house. Don had told me I could drive the Ferrari if I wanted while he was gone. I thought it would make a good impression on Harper. Plus, she couldn’t exactly cling to the back of my motorcycle in that dress. I opened her door, and she slid inside, still looking anxious.

I tried to ignore the concerned expression on her face. Maybe she really hated sushi, and she just wasn’t telling me. I was sure there were other dishes at this place. It was five stars after all.

Speeding down the driveway, I glanced at Harper before pulling out into the main road. She nibbled on her lip.

“I think they’ve got dishes like chicken teriyaki if you don’t want sushi,” I said.

“Oh. Good.”

“You okay?”

“Raw fish doesn’t agree with me sometimes.”

“No worries. We’ll only feed you cooked fish.”

I sped down the road and Harper seemed to loosen up, gasping and giggling as I took the corners fast. By the time we made it to the restaurant, she was smiling and laughing again.

It made my heart swell to know I could make her smile. This woman’s happiness gave me so much goddamn pleasure. I couldn’t understand it.

I helped her out of her seat and held her hand as we walked to the front door. A hostess seated us at a table by the window, overlooking a spectacular view of the beach and ocean beyond.

The waitress handed us menus and told us about the specials. I, personally, loved some fucking sushi. I might come from a poor neighborhood, but this was California. We loved all kinds of food here. My mom had once cleaned for this Japanese couple who would give her left over sushi rolls to take home. Ever since, I’d been hooked.

When the waitress came back, I ordered a combination plate of sushi and sashimi and Harper ordered a bento box with chicken. The waitress asked if we wanted anything to drink, suggesting a variety of fine wines and sake. I ordered sake and Harper ordered a ginger-ale. I was beginning to think maybe she didn’t feel very good, but she hadn’t said anything about it. I was determined to make this date a memorable one. In a good way.

I reached across the table and took her hand, caressing the soft skin of the back of her hand with my thumb.

“I’m so glad we did this. It’s good to get out of the house to spend time together,” I said, not recognizing the guy talking.

“I am, too. I like seeing you like this. Dressed in a trendy suit jacket in this fancy restaurant. It’s different. It’s like I’m seeing another side of you.”

“I’m not all bad,” I said, grinning.

“You’re actually great.” She smiled and squeezed my hand back.

“Don’t let that fact get out,” I said, winking.

The waitress brought our food after a short wait and we started to eat. It was so delicious. I hadn’t had sushi this good since I’d been stationed in Japan for a few months. Harper watched me using chopsticks and raised an eyebrow.

“I’m surprised you can use those,” she said, pointing at them with her own.

“Do you think I’m some kind of barbarian?” I teased.

“Kind of,” she said with a cute giggle.

“I’ve been able to use chopsticks since I was a kid. I was also stationed in Japan for a few months during the Iraq war.”

I raised my eyebrow back at her, daring her to taunt me some more. Did she really think I was an uncultured clod? So what if she did? Didn’t matter. She’d get to know otherwise the longer she spent with me.

“That’s cool. Tell me more about your childhood. You just lost your mom. That must be hard.”

That’s when she got me. The ache I’d been pushing down suddenly burst back up and I felt a lump in my throat.

“My mom was an amazing woman. She raised me by herself on a maid’s income. I have nothing but the deepest respect for that woman. May she rest in peace.”

“She sounds a lot like my mom,” Harper said softly.

“I know. We have that in common.”

“I’m beginning to think that’s not the only thing we have in common. I usually love sushi. Is it as good as it looks?”

“Yeah. Want some?”

“I can’t.”

I gave her a questioning look. Why the fuck not? If she loved it, why wasn’t she eating it? And why wasn’t she drinking? Before I could put two and two together, some dumbass walked up and interrupted us.

“Jeremy?” Harper said in a surprised voice.

“Who’s he?” Jeremy demanded. I was about to deck him for taking that tone with Harper.

“He’s my stepbrother, Crash.”

“Your stepbrother. This looks like a date to me. Tell me you aren’t dating your stepbrother.”

“Jeremy, please, just leave.”

“Harper, what the hell are you doing with this guy?”

I stood and rolled my shoulders. “The lady asked you to leave,” I said in a low, threatening voice. The waitress scurried over and began fussing.

“Is there a problem?” she asked in a heavily accented voice.

“No problem, ma’am. He was just about to leave.”

The waitress escorted Jeremy back to his table. Harper looked like she’d been punched in the face. Great. Asshole ruined our date, just when we were starting to connect.

“Are you all right?” I asked her. She looked like she was about to cry.

“Can we just leave?” she asked.

“Don’t let that asshole ruin our date,” I said, taking her hand over the table and squeezing gently. I tried to catch her eyes, but she was looking out the window and away from me. I couldn’t make out the expression on her face.

“It’s not ruined. I just don’t want to be here anymore. If it’s all right with you, I’d like to go,” she said, looking back at me.

I motioned for the waitress to come over and asked for the bill. A few moments later, we were on our way out the door. I put my hand on the small of Harper’s back and guided her through the parking lot to the Ferrari where I open the door and helped her inside.

I climbed in the car and looked over at Harper in the dim light of the cab.

“Ready for dessert?” I asked, grinning at her.

“I’d really rather just go home if that’s all right with you.”

“Sure,” I said. I was a bit disappointed.

I knew Harper had a heavy work schedule that was exhausting her. Besides, there were whipped cream and maraschino cherries back at the house. I had a feeling I could come up with something delicious to do with those two ingredients.

I drove back to the house and parked the Ferrari in its regular parking place. As soon as we got into the house, Harper sighed and slipped out of her heels. I watched her as she walked down the hallway towards her bedroom.

“I’ll join you in a minute,” I said, walking towards the kitchen.

I grabbed the gourmet whipped cream and maraschino cherries from the fridge and sauntered down the hall and into Harper’s bedroom. She was sitting on the side of the bed in a pair of flannel PJs with cats all over them. They were cute but didn’t exactly say, “Fuck me senseless,” if you know what I mean.

“Are you tired?” I asked.

“I’m sorry. Seeing Jeremy at the restaurant really threw me off. I’m feeling kind of exhausted.”

“But I have such a delicious dessert planned,” I said, bringing the whipped cream and cherries from behind my back to show her.

She started to giggle, and I stepped forward, setting the cream and cherries on the bedside table. I sank to my knees and began to unbutton her flannel pajamas. I pulled her top open to reveal her sexy, full breasts. Placing my palm on her breastbone, I slowly tucked my hand under one breast and gently squeezed.

“Your tits are hot as fuck,” I said.

I pulled her top the rest of the way off before yanking her bottoms and panties down her legs and off her feet. With her totally naked, I began to peel out of my own clothes. A moment later, I was naked and crawling over her on the bed.

“What are you going to do with that?” she said between kisses, pointing at the goodies from the fridge.

I took the whipped cream dispenser and sprayed little globs on her nipples and then put a cherry on each one. She was giggling so uncontrollably that the cherries almost toppled off. I sucked one after the other into my mouth, relishing the flavor and the feel of her taut nipple under my tongue.

“What about me?” she said.

I knelt beside her and sprayed the tip of my cock with a glob of whipped cream and put a cherry on top. She licked it in her mouth. I smiled as she licked me and then crawled down her body to spread her legs. She was giggling and chewing while I sprayed a glob of whipped cream on her pussy with a cherry on top of her clit.

She couldn’t stop laughing, and the reverberations shook her entire petite frame. I loved the sound of her laugh and loved that I’d been able to give her some joy back after being confronted by her dickhead ex-boyfriend at the restaurant.

“I need to taste that sweet pussy,” I said. I ran my tongue up her slit, lapping up all the cream.

She gasped and grabbed the bedsheet beside her thighs. I bit the cherry and used it to tickle her clit before chewing and swallowing it down. She started to moan as soon as my tongue found her sweet spot. Her juices mingled with the whipped cream, making her taste sweeter than ever. It had been a silly game to make her smile, but it was making me stiff as a steel rod.

I licked her up and down and circled my tongue around her clit, then increased the pressure and rhythm of my licking, flicking tongue. Harper called out my name and ran her fingers through my hair. I could feel her bud swell and it just made me want to lick her all the more. I could do this for hours. She tasted so good.

Having her writhe under my mouth was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever experienced. I wanted to sink my dick inside her soft wetness, but I wanted to give her mind-blowing pleasure even more. Knowing that I had that kind of power over her little body was erotic as hell.

I started to groan as I licked and sucked her clit, making smacking and moaning sounds as I took her pussy ferociously with my mouth. All of the sudden, she stopped groaning and sucked a sharp breath through her mouth. Her whole body clenched up, and I could feel her pussy contract. I took the whole thing into my mouth and felt her throb against my tongue. I nearly came right then.

She grabbed my shoulders and began pulling me up toward her. With the hottest little moans, she wrapped her arms around me and leaned up to kiss me hard. Her strong legs wrapped around my waist and pulled me toward her waiting cunt.

I flicked my tongue between her lips and pushed the head of my cock into her entrance. She groaned and pulled me closer, pressing me deeper inside her.

She was soaking wet, and I slipped into her throbbing pussy without resistance. She fit around me like a warm, soft, wet glove. My dick was raging and my hips were ready to thrust with all they were worth.

This girl was so fucking hot. I took both of her hands and held them up above her head as I used my other arm to hold my weight over her body. With her restrained below me, I began to thrust. She looked up at me with complete abandon as I slowly drove into her softness.

She looked into my eyes, her expression so tender and yielding. All my need for her was multiplied in her eyes. I slowed and kissed her tenderly, feeling her body’s building desire. I wanted to keep her close to me and protect her from all the bad in the world. I wanted her to heal me from the pain and trauma of life. I wanted her forever.