Jerk It (Madd CrossFit 2)

“I moved back here because the doctor here is one of the best in the nation.” I paused. “If I’d known that you were going to be hurt by that move, I wouldn’t have even come.”

She narrowed her eyes and then moved forward until she could poke me directly in the chest with one very pointy finger.

There hadn’t been much space between us, but now there definitely wasn’t. And with each damn poke of her finger into my chest, the harder and harder I got for her.

“Listen here,” poke, poke. “Buddy. I’ll do,” poke, poke, poke. “What ever the fuck I want to do.” Poke. “Do you understand me?” Poke. “And if you take away the chance to love you again, I’ll straight up murder you. The damn heart failure won’t even have to take you.” Poke.

My lips twitched, but I dared not smile, because I knew damn well and good that would set her off even more than my comment had.

“And the next time you think to do something to ‘save me the pain’ or whatever the hell you’re thinking, think a-fucking-gain. Okay?” she snarled.

I caught her up in my arms, and then toppled us both to the bed on our sides. Before she could say something more, like ‘go fuck yourself,’ I started to strip her of her clothes.

First the shirt, then the pants. Followed by the stupidly tight bra that she had on that kept all her assets in too-good of a confined space.

The only thing left by the time I was done stripping her of her clothes were the practically barely-there panties she’d stuffed her cute ass into.

I eyed them, wondering if she’d be pissed if I yanked them off, and heard her growl, “Don’t you fucking dare.”

My brows rose. “Or what?”

I fisted her underwear, and she hissed in a breath. “Or I’ll make you buy me another pair of seventy-dollar panties.”

“Why do you even own a pair of seventy-dollar panties?” I questioned as I started to tug.

She hissed in a breath as she said, “I bought them last month.”

I waited.

“And I bought them because I knew that I was going to let you look at them one day.” She paused.

I was going to frame the damn panties.

I was also going to rip them off of her first.

She opened her mouth, a denial on the tip of her tongue, but I’d already yanked.

She gasped as the fabric gave way with ridiculous ease.

“That was way easier than I thought it would be,” she whispered.

I snorted. “Seventy-dollar panties don’t mean that they won’t rip.”

I then bent down and caught one taut nipple in my mouth, pulling it into my mouth and giving it a long, hard suck.

She cursed. “Murphy, we shouldn’t.”

I ignored her and started to pull my clothes off, too, starting with my shirt, and ending with my underwear.

“One of my biggest desires,” I said softly, “was to have a baby.”

Her breath hitched.

“I wish I’d have found you before…” I hesitated to say what I said next. “But I’m glad I didn’t. Because then I wouldn’t have met Vlad.”

That kid and his mother meant the world to me, and she didn’t even know it.

She didn’t know that, since Vlad was born, my entire world had brightened, and happiness had been a constant emotion for me.

I was glad that she trusted me with her son.

I was even happier that I’d met him and gotten to be a part of his life before I no longer had mine.

“You’re thinking awfully hard,” she whispered brokenly. “I think you should think about something else, so I don’t start crying in the middle of some of the best sex I’ve ever experienced.”

“Ohh?” I teased, moving until I could pull my pants and underwear off. “I’m not the best you’ve ever had?”

She scoffed and laced her fingers in my hair, tugging lightly on the strands. “You are the best I’ve ever had. But, I was more talking about this particular time with me. Last time was great, but I have a feeling you can do better.”

I took that as the challenge that it was, and slowly started to back my way down the bed until I was on my knees in front of it.

I looked up the length of her body, my eyes taking in the swell of her chest, the slight rise in her stomach, and the way her hips were lushly curved.

I caught each ankle in my hand, and then slowly tugged her until she was all but hanging off the end of the bed, and then pushed them wide to reveal her pussy.

She tried to close her legs, and I growled. “Let me.”

She froze, her hands halfway to my head as she started to push me away, but stopped, frozen there as she stared down into my eyes.

“I’m…” she paused. “Are you sure?”