Jase (MMA Bad Boys Book 3) (10 page)

Her nipples are standing to attention and I lick around the areola before pulling away and blowing on them. Her back arches and her hands cling to the sheets. Her face is sporting a healthy glow and my dick twitches, desperate to come out and play. I’m so fucking turned on right now, especially after what happened in the limo. The way her face scrunches up when she comes is the hottest shit I’ve ever seen on any woman.

“I want you to come in my mouth, and only then will I grace you with my cock,” I grumble into her neck. The taste of her on my fingers was definitely not enough.

“Grace me with you cock? Are you serious, Mr. Egotistical?” Her eyes light up in amusement and I smile.

“I know how it rocked your world last time, princess, so don’t give me that bullshit.” I pull the straps of her dress over her shoulders and down her arms. The spaghetti straps look easy to snap but the dress looks expensive so I contain myself for just a little while longer.

She shimmies as I pull is down, helping out majorly as the dress clings to her skin. I throw it on the chair in the corner of the room and turn to face her, but my eyes drop to the tiniest black thong I’ve ever seen, and I groan because it doesn’t leave much to the imagination; it’s completely see through. Fuck me sideways, that’s hot and my self-restraint has just flown out the fucking window.

I rip the sides of the thong and it doesn’t take much for the flimsy material to come apart. Her startled surprise makes me laugh but I don’t say shit. I remove my jacket and tie and chuck them on the floor before ripping my shirt open, buttons flying through the air and bouncing everywhere.

Frankie’s eyes drift down my body and the lust that fills them makes me readjust my penis in my pants. Fuck, she’s so hot and the best part? She doesn’t even know it.

I lean my head down and kiss each of her nipples and the moan that leaves her goes straight to my groin. I could listen to those sounds all day, but I’m ready to hear her scream.

Trailing kisses down her body and one on each of her thighs, I can hear the frustration as she blows out on a single breath. I chuckle as I rub my five o’clock shadow against her inner thighs, making them quake from my touch.

My nose rubs against her pussy and she tries baring down for more friction. “Ugh, come on already, Jase. Don’t leave me fucking hanging.”

“When you curse, it’s such a turn on. Be patient, princess.” I laugh.

Focusing my attention back on her pussy, I take a long, languid lick and groan as my taste buds explode. The tangy and sweet flavor of her is fucking divine. My lips latch onto her bud and she squeals. I hold her hips down to stop her incessant wiggling and suck, nibble and lick. Her hands move into my hair and pull, the sting on my scalp making me moan.

I push two fingers in, knowing damn well that she’s ready for me and the mewls turn into a scream that makes the hair rise on my arms. I pump my hand and flick my tongue and she explodes, her juices run down my hand in a flood. That’s so fucking hot. I lap her up as she tries to shove my head away, I don’t want to move, she fucking tastes like a piece of paradise but I give her room, moving away.

I unbuckle my belt, pop the button and unzip my trousers, not wasting time shoving them past my hips and down to my ankles, which is fucking awkward when you’re sat on your knees.

With her juices that still coating my hand, I place it on my painful erection, lubricating it and moan at the slight relief, though not enough relief to cure my blue balls.

I look up in time to catch Frankie staring wide eyed at my cock and licking her lips. “See something you want, sugar?” I smirk at her as I continue to stroke my dick. She just swallows and I crawl back up her body. “You ready to feel it rub your walls, princess?”

“Yes…” she says on a moan. Her long dark lashes flutter and fans over her cheeks. “Please…”

“Begging are we?” I tease, licking her neck and making her shiver.

“Fuck yeah I am, can you put it in already before I die of cock starvation?” I can feel the sexual frustration rolling off her words and I laugh.

“As you wish.” I don’t waste more time with sparring words with her, I shove my cock hard and deep and she screams blue murder as her arms link around my neck and her legs clamp around my waist. She’s literally clinging to me for dear life and I’m worried that I’ve hurt her so I stay completely still. “You okay?”

“Fucking. Move!” she screeches. Who am I to deny her? I pull out and thrust back in and she scrapes her nails down my back. My eyes roll, not just because her pussy is hugging the shit out of cock right now but because the scratching down my back is hot as fuck.

A feral growl escapes my mouth and my hips thrust so hard that I’m pushing her up the bed. The sounds escaping her and the slapping of skin has me so close to the brink that I pull out and turn her over. I lift her hips in the air and land a spank right on her left ass cheek. The red print that’s left behind has my dick pulsing a whole new rhythm. I push back in as I rub my hands over her globes. She has to have the best ass I’ve ever had the pleasure of viewing.

I spank the other cheek and her pussy clamps around me and she moans, long and slow. “You need to come because I’m not sure I can hold back with the sounds leaving those lips of yours, Frankie.”

“Please…” I hear the muffled response that she says into the pillow. I pump harder and faster. Sweat trails droplets down my face and the sheen of sweat coats her skin making her look like she’s glowing.

The quivering of her pussy walls tells me she’s close and I reach around to play with her clit, playing with it between my fingers. Her legs shake and she screams into the pillow as her orgasm takes over.

My dick is clamped tight and I come spectacularly, falling forward and biting her shoulder, my nails digging into the soft flesh of her hips. My dick pulses with aftershocks.

I roll us onto our sides and tuck her in close to me, spooning her. We lay there for a while, catching our breaths.

After a while, with our breathing under control, she turns in my arms and lays her head on my chest, a contented sigh leaving her mouth and blowing against my pecs. As we lay there in the semi-dark with just the dimmed over head lights beaming down on us, she tells me more of her family life, her childhood and how vile her dad could be.

“He smacked me around but he didn’t with Dan. He never ever wanted a girl and when he found out he tried slapping my mum around to get her to have an abortion but she refused and apparently he disappeared up until I was born. Mum once told me that when he held me for the first time, he was so happy that tears rimmed his eyes. But I know he never, she was just trying to keep me strong. I got through my teens through gritted teeth, many arguments and many bruises. As soon as I hit seventeen, I left and moved into a hostel where I was able to get counselling as well as a roof over my head. I rebuilt myself with the help of them and my grandparents. My parents never knew where I went and never bothered to find me and I’m grateful for that. Dan found me though and at first he was the loving brother I knew but as time went on and guys started showing me attention, he got nastier. I’m just glad I don’t have to deal with them anymore.” I can feel a tears fall from her cheek and land just to the side of my nipple and I squeeze her tighter to me.

“I’m sorry, princess. You should never have had to go through any of that. But look at you now? You can walk down the road with your middle finger in the air saying ‘fuck you, parents’.” She giggled at that and a smile tilted my mouth up. I loved her giggle. There wasn’t anything about her that was unlikeable if I’m honest. Except her pain. If I could take that away for her I would do it in a heartbeat. But this just brings me back to the text message still on phone that I have yet to reply to. I have no-one to talk to about it. Can I confide in Frankie? I mean, I can’t just start a relationship with her knowing I may have a baby on the way. “Can I tell you something?”

“Of course you can.” She sits up, crosses her legs and pulls the sheet around her. “You can always talk to me.”

I smile at that. “I don’t want to start a relationship with someone as amazing as you are without you knowing the situation I’ve landed myself in.”

“Okay? That sounds ominous…” She scrunches her nose up as she eyes me curiously.

“My ex, Jen, sent me a text a few days ago. I haven’t replied to it yet because I’m so angry at her but she’s pregnant. She says it’s mine but with that girl? I have no idea. I don’t trust her as far as I could throw her. I didn’t want you to find out if she just showed up one day, which she will because I haven’t replied to her.” I hang my head and rub my hands down my face. I don’t want to see Frankie’s reaction. I don’t want to see the resignation on her face that this relationship won’t go any further. I want it too but she’s probably thinking the worst right now.

“Hey.” Frankie pries my hands from my face before holding my cheeks, her face to close to mine that I can smell the champagne that’s still lingering on her breath. “Who said I wouldn’t want a relationship with you? What, because you got a girl knocked up, possibly? Look, Jen was a past relationship and I could be the future if you don’t push me away. You can do this and I’ll back you all the way.” I’m in shock with her reply, and my mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. Is this girl for real?

“You’re not joking with me right? Because that would be kinda sick you know.” She smiles sweetly at me and my heart soars. Frankie is one incredible woman, to want to be a part of this with me, to have my back when I need someone the most. “Anyway, I’m going to make her take a prenatal paternity test.”

“How are you going to make her do that when you won’t even answer her text?” She’s a smart one that’s for sure. “You need to reply right now and tell her your wishes. You shouldn’t be made to go through however many months she has left thinking this and that. You need to know so you can either move on with your life or step up and be a daddy.”

“You’re right. I’m being a complete pussy.” I hug her to me, breathing in the scent of her fruity shampoo. “You honestly don’t know how amazing you truly are, princess. What you just said has taken me by complete surprise. Any woman in their right mind would have said, ‘fuck that, I don’t want shitty nappies and a screaming baby in a new relationship’, but you? You accept it.”

“I love babies, but I’m not giving you up because you have an ex with a bun in the oven. Shit like this happens all the time and there’s not enough time in this world to waste amazing opportunities.” She squeezes me once before letting me go, leaving the bed and the sheet dropping to reveal her naked body. My dick goes hard in an instant and I groan. “Nuh uh, you need to call or text her. I suggest calling to be honest. Is it okay to have a shower before we go to sleep? I can still feel your cum sliding down my legs.”

I howl with laughter, my head thumping back on the head board. “Go for it, princess. I’ll call her and then have one myself.” She blows me a kiss and sways that perfect ass to the en-suite, pushing the door closed behind her.

Standing up, I shove my legs into my boxers and grab my cell from my pants pocket. I leave the room, leaving the door ajar and heading to the den. This is a call I don’t want to make but it’s a necessary one. I check the time and know she’ll still be awake.

Opening the text, I press call. Here goes nothing.

“Hello, Jase.” Her sultry, but cringey, voice comes through.

“Jen.” I’m curt, polite, but emotionless.

“I was wondering how long it would take for you to call me. I’m actually outside.” She giggles in that annoying way that she does that makes me want to punch something, hard.

The line goes dead and a knock on my door startles me. I turn on my heel and take long strides to the door, gritting my teeth because I have to see her and her pumped up lips.

“Jase, baby.” She leans in to kiss me and I move to the side. She smirks and strides into my house. “Ooh, just in your boxers, it’s like you knew I was coming.”

The first thing I notice is the pregnant belly. She’s definitely quite far along, and the anger at her keeping this quiet for so long is bursting to come out. “Nice to see you’re not sick enough to lie about a pregnancy.”

“Tut tut, Jase. Why would I lie?” She places her purse on the coffee table and takes a seat uninvited.

“It’s one way to get under my skin, isn’t it? Unfortunately for you, Jennifer, I’m having nothing to do with you or the pregnancy ‘til you have a prenatal paternity test.” Her mouth drops open in shock and her face pales under all her foundation shit she’s smothered over her face. “If you have nothing to hide, Jen, then there’s no reason to not agree to my terms.”

“The fact that we were still together when I fell pregnant, Jase… I didn’t cheat on you.” Tears are swimming in her eyes and I scoff. “I never!”

“I know you, remember? Also, why did we end again? Anyway, I’m taking you to the hospital to have it done tomorrow so you can stay in the guest bedroom for the night.” I smirk at her because she can’t back out of this.

“Fine. I’ll do the damn test. You won’t be smirking when it comes back that you’re his father.” She pouts and folds her arms. “How come I’m in the guest bedroom? Am I not allowed to sleep in our bed anymore?”

“Are you fucking out of your mind, Jen? For one, you have no right to be in my bed because we were over months ago. Two, that bed isn’t ours because I brought a new one.” I’m spitting lava right now. Who the fuck does she think she is?

“And three, because I’m sharing his bed.” Warm arms wrap around my waist and I see Jen’s eyes drop to them, her cheeks reddening at the sight. “So don’t even think about trying anything, sweetheart, because I’ll put you on your arse quicker than you can say Botox.”

“Are you serious, Jase?” She laughs and I have no idea why. She must see the question on my face because she continues, “She’s fat! What the fuck?”

Okay, I thought I was angry beforehand, but that has nothing on the sizzling anger I’m feeling now. I fist my hands but the light squeeze from Frankie has me taking deep breaths to calm myself. She walks to where Jen is, stopping just in front of her.