CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

MCKINLEY

Eight Weeks Later…

For the last eight weeks, Jagger has driven me crazy. If you think a man with a cold is bad, try one with broken ribs, that is supposed to not be doing anything physical. He has argued with me every day about sex, but I have stuck to my guns. I told him not until the doctor gave him a clean bill of health and, of course, he complained. The doctor told him early this morning that he was healed, so now I know at any minute he’s going to tear my clothes off.

I glance up from the book I’m reading, and see him standing in the doorway, his hands holding onto the top of the frame, wearing nothing but boxers. It’s completely unnecessary for anyone to look like he does. There’s no valid reason for the muscles, and he knows exactly what he does to me. His arms are sexy as hell, and I can’t explain why that’s a turn on, but it is. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip while his gaze travels to my legs.

“Jagger. What are you doing?”

He smirks at me, looking delicious. “Looking at my next meal.”

Letting go of the door frame, he stalks over to me with a heated expression.

“I’m fucking famished, baby.”

He climbs onto the bed, grabs onto my knees, and spreads my legs, with a nearly predatory look in his eyes.

“You have thirty seconds to get undressed, before I rip every piece of clothing from this beautiful body.”

I’m only wearing a tank top and sleep shorts, and they are thin, so he probably could rip them easily. Part of me doesn’t want him to, but the other part most certainly does. Jagger enjoys sex, that’s no secret. And he always has a dirty mouth, but there’s something about him right now that’s very different, but I don’t hate it.

I place my book on the end table and lift my shirt, while he watches me with the same intensity a wolf watches their prey.

“Ten seconds, filthy girl.”

Hooking my thumbs into the side of shorts on either side, I pull them down to the middle of my thighs, and he grabs my thighs and shoves them as far apart as they will go, and places his face on my pussy and inhales.

“You couldn’t wait until I got them off?”

“No,” he growls and runs his tongue up my slit. Without stopping, he pulls the shorts down on one side until he gets one of my legs free, and spreads me wide open while he lashes at my clit.

“Jagger,” I moan as I reach down and pull on his hair.

Pushing two fingers inside me, he groans. “You better come fast, because I’m going to go crazy if I don’t fuck you soon.”

“Please, I want you inside me. I don’t want to come like this.”

He pulls his fingers out of me and makes a show of licking them clean.

“I’ll come back here later to devour you more. I’m not done feasting on this sweet pussy.”

Climbing onto his knees, he reaches for a pillow.

“Lift your ass.”

I do, and he places the pillow underneath me.

“This will not be gentle. I’m going to fuck you hard . You’ve been torturing me for eight weeks.”

“How?” I ask.

He smirks at me. “By existing. Seeing you every fucking day, and not being inside you, is torture.”

Grabbing his cock, he strokes it slowly, while gazing up and down my body.

Pushing my legs back, he pushes inside me hard and fast, causing me to whimper loudly.

“Fuck. You’re so tight for me, filthy girl.”

He pulls out, and thrusts back into me with as much force as the first one. Moving his hips back, he does it again, and again.

“Jagger.”

Releasing my leg, he runs his fingers up my stomach, digging into my skin until he gets to my breasts, and pinches one of my nipples so hard it makes me gasp from the sting.

Grabbing the pillow, he pulls it out and moves over me.

Pressing his lips to mine, he kisses me as aggressively as he fucks me. He’s rough, animalistic, and perfect.

I dig my nails into his shoulders, and he fucks me harder, as my body nearly seizes with an orgasm. He pulls away from our kiss and watches me unravel.

“Jesus fuck, you’re so beautiful when you come for me.”

Pulling out of me, he grabs my hips and flips me over to my stomach. He places his hands on my hips on either side and lifts me slightly, before slamming back inside me.

“Put your knees up.”

I do, and he spreads my ass cheeks with a groan.

“I need you to trust me, baby.”

He spits in my ass crack, and I freeze.

“Baby, stay with me. You’re safe.”

I’ve never told him what sex was like with Erik. It’s not information he needs to know, but I wonder, if he knew, if he’d still be doing what I know he’s going to.

“I’ll never hurt you, but if you don’t want me to, I won’t.”

I take a deep breath, attempting to calm myself.

“Do it. I need you to.”

He pushes his thumb into my back hole and moves it in slow circles. My previous experience with this was not pleasure, the complete opposite, so I’m surprised when I want more.

“Jagger, fuck me there. I need your cock.”

This is what I love about him so much. No words are needed, he doesn’t need an explanation. He already knows, and he always gives me what I need.

Pulling out of me, he says, “On your back. I need to get lube. I’m not going to fucking rip you apart.”

I get into position, and he comes back, and pours a generous amount of the lubricant onto his cock.

“Legs back.”

Pulling my legs back, he spreads my cheeks and pours lube into my crack.

With a smirk, he says, “It’s messy, but it’s going to feel good for you.”

Grabbing my ass, he pushes into me slowly.

“Jagger, all of you.”

Shaking his head, he says, “No. I’m guessing you’ve done this before. This time, you’re going to be taught that it can be pleasurable. This isn’t for me, it’s for you.”

He rocks an inch or so inside me, until I loosen slightly, before he pushes forward more.

“Rub your clit.”

It only takes a few minutes until I’m a writhing mess.

He chuckles. “There’s my needy girl.”

“Jagger,” I scream, as he begins moving faster, and all this time I thought I hated anal sex, but I don’t.

“Fucking beautiful. You’re going to come so hard for me.”

And he’s right. My back arches off the bed as I lose my mind. I’m dizzy as my body trembles, and he doesn’t slow down. He keeps fucking me until I know he’s going to come. The muscles in his abs tighten, as he clenches his jaw and grunts my name.

“McKinley,” he says, his voice raw with sexuality.