CHAPTER 39
MACKENNA
“Now, where were we?” I asked, going back to the button on his jeans.
Lightly pushing Jimmy’s shoulders, I had him sit back on the couch while I kneeled in front of him. After unzipping his pants, I tugged them down.
Jimmy’s voice stopped me again.
“So you’re really not mad at me?”
When I looked up at his face, battered and bruised, I ached for him. He’d done something incredibly selfless.
I knew how easy it was for people to look the other way when it came to domestic violence—I lived it. Even after people found out about the secret hell I’d been living in, they didn’t stand up for me. They didn’t lend a helping hand or a kind word.
Because of Jimmy, Jaxon was back behind bars and the heavy fear I’d been carrying around was lifted. I wouldn’t have to carefully survey my surroundings every time I left my house. I wouldn’t have to lay awake at night, wondering if tonight was the night I would have to face my demons.
Jimmy literally fought my war for me.
His vulnerable eyes searched my face before he continued. “I’ve spent so much time earning your trust, Mack. But I don’t even deserve it.”
“You didn’t lose my trust,” I told him with a shake of my head. “I understand why you didn’t tell me. Honestly, I’m grateful for what you did. But I have to say, I hate seeing you hurt.”
“It was worth it,” he said confidently. “Please forgive me?”
I nodded. “Absolutely. Now are you going to get naked or what?”
He snickered, but it turned into a groan when I wrapped my hand around his thick shaft. I pumped up and down a few times before sucking on his tip. He loved it when I did that.
I was rewarded with a sexy grunt and a jerk of his hips.
Then I stood up to shed my clothes. When Jimmy tried to lift his shirt over his head, he let out a hiss of pain.
“Let me help,” I whispered. I got his arms out one at a time, then carefully avoided the injuries on his face as I lifted it over his head.
My eyes fell to his ribs, the daylight shining through the window lighting up everything. I placed a light kiss over the area before moving up to a bruise on his chest. Next was his jaw, his cheekbone, his lips.
“You don’t have to do anything.” My mouth brushed against his. “I’ll take care of you, okay?”
His pouty lips parted as he watched me straddle his lap. A quick breath left him when I positioned his dick at my entrance. Some of my hair fell over my breasts and he smoothed the long strands away before resting his hand on the side of my neck.
“So beautiful,” he said huskily, rubbing his thumb over my pulse point.
“Tell me when you’re close, okay?” I leaned in to rub my nose over his.
Seeming lost for words, he just nodded.
I started sinking down onto his cock, loving the familiar, slightly painful stretch. Even with how wet I was, getting his size inside me took work.
Once he was fully seated, I rotated my hips in circles. With a gasp, Jimmy’s head fell back against the wall behind the couch.
“Am I hurting you?” I asked, concerned.
“Baby, the last thing I’m thinking about right now is the pain.”
This was a position we hadn’t done yet. Usually, I loved letting Jimmy take control. On top. Behind me. Against a wall. It was so freeing to surrender to him.
But this.
I felt a sense of power as I moved over him. I watched his face while he watched my body. His hands came up to cup my breasts and he pinched both nipples at the same time.
I let out a shuddering moan as I rocked faster.
His palms traveled down to my ass, and he grabbed handfuls of my flesh.
Panting, I ground my clit against his pelvic bone and my eyes rolled back at the sensation of his cock hitting my G-spot.
“Baby, you gotta slow down,” he rasped. A naughty smile spread over my lips when I did the exact opposite. His fingers flexed on my ass cheeks. “I’m serious, Mack. You’re gonna make me come already.”
“I’m almost there,” I breathed out as I felt my inner walls flutter.
With a rough grunt, Jimmy closed his eyes. Like maybe if he couldn’t see me, he would last longer. It didn’t matter, though, because I wasn’t kidding about being close.
A keening sound ripped from my throat and my fingers curled into the back of the couch behind Jimmy’s shoulders. The feeling of coming on his cock was indescribable. For several seconds, my body reached levels of pleasure I didn’t know existed.
Jimmy’s hands moved from my backside to my waist, and he lifted me up and down several times, pumping my body over his cock. His strength never ceased to amaze me, the way he was able to pick me up like I weighed nothing.
Suddenly, I was flipped onto my back and he was thrusting hard.
I gasped at how deep he went.
He drove into me four more times before pulling out, and ropes of cum shot onto my heaving chest and stomach.
Like always, the sight of Jimmy stroking his dick caused me to want him all over again.
Resting his forehead against mine, he gave me a grin before kissing my lips. “So good, baby. Always so good.”
When he reached to the floor to get my T-shirt, he winced and his hand went to his ribs. I took the shirt from him and cleaned myself off.
“I’ll go get us some clean clothes,” I told him as he carefully reclined on the cushions. “And you need ibuprofen.”
“And kisses.” He grinned.
“And kisses,” I agreed before leaving the room.
The rest of the day was spent with me spoiling Jimmy. I changed out his ice packs, brought him food on the couch, and kissed every hurt place on his body.
And I fell even harder for him. He wasn’t just my boyfriend.
He was my best friend.
And now he was my hero, too.