Crash: A Bad Boy MMA Romance (14 page)

Crash was released from the hospital right at the end of my shift. I wheeled him through the front doors of the hospital, then we walked together to my car. With a few doses of pain pills and some bandages, Crash was already on the mend. A man that strong couldn’t be kept down from a beating, especially since taking a beating was what he did for a living.

I got into the driver’s seat and gripped the steering wheel. I gazed over at Crash in the darkness. Anger was bubbling inside me.

“We need to do something about Jeremy,” I said to Crash. “He can’t get away with what he did to you.”

“It’s not going to make any difference once the truth comes out. He will know the kid is mine, and he’ll leave you alone for good. Or I can beat him down when I get better.”

I sighed, still not knowing what to do. “We’ll talk about it when we get home, okay?”

“You’re still not thinking of lying to our parents about the baby, are you?” he said as I pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road.

I didn’t respond.

We drove back to the mansion in silence. We walked in the front door and down the hall to his bedroom. Crash had changed rooms since he’d first moved in because he liked the view on the other side of the house.

I helped him take off his shoes, and he laid down on the bed. I sat beside him, staring at the wall. Crash rubbed my back and pulled me down beside him.

I wanted to lie against his chest, but I knew that it would hurt. I turned toward him with my head on the pillow.

“I don’t want to lie anymore,” I whispered.

“We need to tell the truth. That’s all there is to it.”

“Are you ready for what might happen if our parents disapprove?”

“I don’t care about the money or the fancy cars. I hate the idea of losing the dad I just found, but if he’s the kind of man who would hold our love against us, then I don’t want to call him father.”

My eyes grew wide and I leaned up on my elbow, looking deeply into Crash’s face. “You love me?”

He reached up and caressed my cheek with the soft skin on the back of his fingers. “I’ve loved you from the first moment I laid eyes on you. You’ve got my heart. You’ve got my soul and my body and my mind all wrapped around your finger. I’d do anything for you.”

“Oh, Crash, I love you, too.”

I leaned down and brushed my lips over his, not wanting to press hard against the bruises on his face. He lifted his arms and held my head in his hands, pulling me closer to him.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I whispered.

“You’re not going to hurt me. You could never hurt me.”

His hands caressed down my body and cupped my breast, feeling for my erect nipple through the layers of fabric. He kissed me more deeply and dipped his hand under the hem of my shirt, scooping my breast inside my bra. He squeezed, telling me he wanted more than just a kiss.

“What about your ribs?” I asked. He had been badly injured, but apparently not that badly.

“I’ve had worse.”

With a little moaning sigh, I kissed gently down his chest and proceeded to pull the scuffed pants down his legs. Crash pulled the shirt up off of his chest, and I could see the bandages around his ribs and the bruises and gashes that Jeremy’s hired thugs had left on Crash’s beautiful skin.

His erection pressed against his underwear. When I pulled the hem of his boxers down, it popped up. I caught it in my mouth. Crash growled and ran his fingers through my hair.

I pulled off my own shirt, kicked off my shoes and pulled off my pants, wanting him to see my body as I sucked him. He reached down and flicked open my bra, and it fell forward over my breasts as I licked up his shaft.

I threw the bra on the floor, then circled my tongue around the tip of Crash’s member. I could taste the salty bead of pre-cum oozing from his slit. Crash gripped my hair, encouraging me to take him. I opened my mouth and sucked the head of his cock into my mouth, using my hand to stroke his shaft. He was so big, there was no way I’d get the whole thing in my mouth.

I flicked my tongue up and down his hood as I sucked and stroked. My pussy gushed into my panties, and I stopped for a second to peel them off. With his cock in my hand, I sank over his hood and took him as deeply as I could. My mouth and throat were full before I even got halfway to the base. Using my hand and mouth in tandem, I moved up and down his thick shaft, driving him crazy with the slow rhythm.

He sucked a sharp breath and groaned, gripping my hair more tightly. It excited me to have him in my hands like that. The power I felt as he lay on the bed and I took him in my mouth made me gush wetness for him. He pulled me up off his cock and looked me in the eye.

Reaching forward, he played with my pussy, feeling my wetness. He flicked my clit, rubbing it in little circles with his deft fingers.

I groaned and straddled him, ready to ride him to our mutual release. Holding his cock in my hand I angled it under me until it pressed against my slick opening. I looked him in the eye as he continued to play with my clit. I lowered myself on him, the width of his thick hood stretching me open.

My mouth dropped. His size always took me by surprise. Slowly I sank down, taking him deeper and deeper as he continued to play with my clit. I groaned as I took him all the way inside. His eyes were bright with desire as he stared into mine. He reached up and grasped my breasts and ran his other hand along my thigh and hip.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said.

I leaned forward and kissed him, trembling with the fullness of his cock inside me. He thrust hard, letting me know he was still in control. I gasped and felt my orgasm ready to roll over me like a thundering storm cloud. He gripped my hips, thrusting again. I sat up, wanting to ride the wave that was Crash.

He used his fingers on my clit as he thrust into me, and I came. Throwing my head back, I moaned out loud. Crash began to bounce me on his cock, making my breasts bounce in time with the rhythm of his hips. He pulled me back and forth on his lap as he drove into me, making me come over and over again.

Overcome by the rise and fall of cascading climaxes, I fell forward and held myself over him as he took me from below.

“Crash,” I whispered. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, Harper. I always will. Always.”

With one last driving thrust, he came inside me. Deep, hot, and wet, his semen pumped into my womb as it had the first night we’d been together.

I gasped and rolled over on my back, spent. Crash leaned over to kiss my forehead before he turned off the lamp on the bedside table. We fell right to sleep in the darkness with the sound of the waves crashing outside our window.

I woke to the sound of screaming. A housemaid was backing out the bedroom door with a bundle of sheets in her arms. Crash looked dazed. He lay naked in the bed with the sheets pushed away to reveal his morning wood. I was only half covered by a sheet.

What the hell? The house staff wasn’t supposed to be back until my parents…
Oh shit.
What day was it?

I looked around and hastily pulled my t-shirt off the floor. I pulled it on just before Mom and Don came charging into the room. Don’s face fell in shock. My mother covered her mouth with her hands. They stood there briefly, then turned away and out of sight.
Oh God.
This was not how I wanted this to go!

“Mom!” I called after her.
Shit, shit, shit.
I did not want my mother to be disgusted with me. She’d just got back from her honeymoon to find this. I looked over at Crash. He was having a hard time waking up. It must have been the pain pills. He was still barely covered by a sheet.

“We have to explain it to them!” I said.

He rubbed his face, groaning. “I know, babe, don’t freak out, okay? It’s fine. Everything will be fine.”

I didn’t say anything because I knew I would just snap at him. With the bruises on his face and chest and what we’d shared the night before, yelling at him was the last thing I wanted to do. I pulled my clothes on and shut the door, allowing Crash to dress in peace. He slowly pulled on a clean outfit, and we stood by the bedroom door, holding each other.

“Whatever happens out there, I want you to know, I’m ready to take care of you.”

“We’ll take care of each other. I’m still a doctor. Even if I’m going to be a mom.”

“I know, babe. I’d never expect you to give that up. But a woman needs a man who will stand by her. Keep her safe. I’m ready to do what it takes to give our kid a good life.”

“Oh, Crash. How could I have ever doubted you?” I hugged him close but not too tight. He kissed the top of my head and gripped the doorknob.

“Let’s do this,” he said.

He opened the door and we walked down the hallway, smelling the scent of breakfast in the dining room. We entered, and I sheepishly looked at our parents. Their expressions were outraged.

“What the hell is going on here?” Don said, slapping his newspaper on the table.

“Harper?”

“Mom.”

Crash took charge and said, “before this becomes a big confrontation, just let us explain what happened. If you can’t understand, we are prepared for that. But you should know, Harper and I are in love and we are willing to accept the repercussions.”

“Explain,” Don said, waving his hand and inviting us to sit. Gloria poured us both a cup of coffee, looking at us with sympathy in her eyes. I felt like I was about to cry.

“Mom. Don. When I was in Brazil—before I’d even met Don—Crash and I had a fling.”

“A fling?” Don said, raising his eyebrow.

“It was more than that,” Crash said.

“Well, we both felt something special, but I left the next day, never expecting to see him again. But then, you brought him to the hospital for a DNA test. I almost lost it,” I said.

“Why didn’t you say something then?” Mom asked.

“Because. I had a secret that was haunting me. I didn’t know for sure yet. And I was shocked and embarrassed when you brought Crash to my hospital. We hadn’t seen each other since that night.”

“Secret?” Mom said.

“Mom. Don. I’m pregnant.”

“Pregnant?” they both said at the same time.

My mother stood and walked down the table to throw her arms around me. I was so relieved that I started to cry. Damn hormones.

“Baby, you’ve been keeping this a secret all that time?”

“Yes, Mom. I’m sorry.”

“Sweetheart. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because it’s Crash’s baby.”

“So it is his child?” Don said.

My mother slid into the chair beside me and began to stroke my back affectionately. I dipped my head against her shoulder and a tear slid down my cheek.

“Don. This is not the time to criticize or pass judgment.”

“I understand, Christie,” Don said. “Crash, what are your intentions with Harper? What do you plan to do to support her?”

“I want Harper to be my wife. I want to raise our child together to be the father I never had. The only thing that matters is that Harper and I are a family.”

“I told Crash about the inheritance,” I whispered. “I didn’t want to ruin it for him. So I didn’t tell you.”

“Harper. Did you think Don would disinherit him for this?”

“I didn’t know,” I said.

“Well. This wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when I said I wanted to see what kind of man he is. I never expected he would impregnate my stepdaughter. But I can see that Crash is the best kind of man there is. He wants to do right by his family. I admire that. He’s a better man than I was at that age. That means a great deal to me.”

I sat up straight and looked Don in the eyes. “You aren’t going to disinherit him?”

“No. Of course not.”

“I don’t care about the money. I’m prepared to take care of my kid with my wife on my own.”

“But the money will help,” I said, grasping his hand. “I didn’t want to take that away from you, Crash.”

He leaned over and kissed my cheek. “I’m the luckiest man in the world to have a woman like you.”

A year and a half later

I stood in the wedding tent, my pulse pounding. Mom looked at me and smiled, fixing the vail that hung down over my hair. Ava and Mia fussed with my dress and giggled about my wedding night. I could barely hear anyone. Beyond the curtains, Crash stood down the beach under an arch of red roses and white lilacs. He was so handsome in his tuxedo, it made my body quake with excitement.

Mom held little Andrew Jr. in her arms. At nine months old, Andrew looked like a little gentleman in his baby tuxedo. I leaned down and kissed my baby’s chubby cheek. I’d never believed I could love anyone more than I loved Crash. The moment Andrew was born, I knew there could be no greater love. Together with our son, mine and Crash’s love had compounded exponentially. It made me giddy to even contemplate it.

Everyone had given a hand in helping take care of the baby. We’d been living in Don’s huge house so that Mom, who was semi-retired, and all the servants could lend a hand in taking care of little Andrew while I continued my residency. We even hired a nanny.

It had been hard, but I’d been up for the challenge, especially surrounded by so much love and support. After Andrew was born, and I’d taken a few months off, I’d bounced back into my routine at the hospital and had started assisting in surgeries.

I didn’t even have to see Jeremy anymore. When his employers learned he’d had a doctor’s boyfriend beaten up, he’d lost his job and had to move back to Minnesota. 

Everything was going great for me and my new family. 

Ava and Mia picked up their bouquets as the wedding music began to play. They were escorted down the aisle by fighters from Crash’s gym. The girls still had boyfriends, but that didn’t mean that they were any less giddy on the arms of such massive hunks of men.

I stood with my mom at the door of the tent. Don slid his arm into mine, and I smiled up at him. Since my dad had disappeared a long time ago, Don had agreed to walk me down the aisle. I couldn’t have been happier about it. I’d really come to see him as a father figure. Mom kissed my cheek before she hurried out to her chair with baby Andrew.

“You ready?” Don asked, patting my hand.

I gripped my bouquet of roses and lilacs. The scent was intoxicating and relaxing at the same time. My heart still slammed against my chest. I shouldn’t be nervous. I was marrying the love of my life and the father of my child, but my body didn’t seem to agree.

“Yes,” I whispered.

The wedding march began and Don escorted me out of the tent and slowly down the aisle. When Crash saw me, his eyes grew wide and I saw the hint of a tear in the corner. Don handed me over to Crash and the tear slid down his cheek.

“You look beautiful,” he said.

Andrew made a happy baby noise from my mother’s lap in the front row. Crash and I smiled at our son and then at each other, holding hands in front of the justice of the peace and all our family and friends.

“We are gathered here today to join this man and this woman in matrimony.”

The justice of the peace went through the ceremony until it was time for Crash and I to say our vows. I trembled as he cleared his throat to say his. I knew I was about to choke up.

“Harper Kelly. From the first moment I saw you, I couldn’t keep my eyes off you. The day we met, I knew I’d been changed forever. You’ve given me a life, our son. You’ve made me want to be a better man. The love we share is worth more than a billion dollars. You are my home. My heart. My everything. Thank you for what you’ve given me. It’s my life mission to give the same to you.”

A tear slid down my face, and I shuddered.

“Crash Nolan. Your charm, your brilliant smile, and your fierce loyalty won my heart and keeps it safe in your capable hands. The love and the family we’ve created has given me a soft place to fall. It has given me the security and contentment I’ve been looking for my entire life. Together we create more than the sum of our parts. Together we create everything.”

I couldn’t hear anything else until the justice of the peace pronounced us husband and wife. Crash leaned in and claimed my lips in a soft, loving kiss. We walked back down the aisle with birdseed flying around our heads.

The entire reception was a daze of laughter and happiness. When it was over, we gave our baby kisses and hugs, leaving him in Mom and Don’s capable hands for a week. The limo drove us to the airport to take Don’s private jet for our honeymoon.

We slept on the flight and made it to Brazil as the sun rose over the Atlantic the next morning. The limo was waiting for us there at the airport, and we were greeted with hot coffee for the drive over to the resort.

Once we’d been shown to our rooms, Crash stood out on the balcony looking over the ocean and the pools below. I came to join him, already in my swimsuit. I ran my hand up his muscled back and put my arm around his waist. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close.

“I never expected to be here again,” he said.

“Me either. Not after the night we spent together here the last time.”

“Want to have a replay?” he said, pulling me against his abdomen. I could feel the growing hardness under his board shorts. I giggled and nodded my head, biting my lip.

“Uh huh,” I said. “When it gets dark.”

“That’s my girl.” He leaned down to kiss me hard on the mouth. “Damn, girl. You still get me so hard. Even after all this time. I’m glad I married you so I can fuck you whenever I want.”

I slapped his chest. “You could do that before we got married.”

“Yeah. But now I’m fucking my wife. It’s hotter than fiancé sex.”

I giggled, leaning in against his chest. “I’m so happy, Crash.”

“I am too, babe.”

“Are you happy that you’re a trainer now instead of a fighter?”

“Of course. I can’t be leaving my family alone to tour around the world. Besides, I can fight locally if I really want to. I’m better than ever since I got sober.”

“Crash. You’re the best man a girl could ever ask for.”

He lifted me up off my feet, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me back into the suite.

“How about we have a little preview of what we’re going to do in the ocean tonight?” he said, giving me that brilliant, bright smile. 

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