Hurt: A Bad Boy MMA Romantic Suspense Novel by London Casey, Ana W. Fawkes

where I had before. The curves of her post-baby body were out of this world. The changes that would forever be there were beautiful. She was a real woman now. She was matured. She was experienced.
    I opened her pants and easily tugged at her pants and panties. I wasn’t going to waste any fucking time with Ashlynn. There had already been so much time wasted between us. So much confusion and miscommunication.
    Her body continued to reveal itself to me, smooth skin leading to more smooth skin. She kept herself taken care of; another thing that turned me on like crazy. Like it meant somewhere deep inside herself she was waiting for me.
    I planted my lips to her soft mound. The tips of my fingers moved to her center. She was soft, delicate, her flower damp with sweetness. I eased my fingers between her folds and touched her. She was tight. She throbbed against my touch.
    I kissed down and my tongue got the faintest hint of her silk. The tip of my tongue curled, ready to unleash on her tender clit.
    Then a baby let out a wail.
    I turned my head and curled my lip.
    It was Ashlynn’s baby.
    It was my baby…
     

15.
     
    (Ashlynn)
     
    I was already there. Like… there . I was ready to come. He had barely touched me. That ’s where my body was. So sensitive and achy. Nobody had touched me since Noah. The only ones were doctors and that was more like feeling as though my body was a science project as I grew a life inside me and pushed it out.
    Noah kissing me, forcing me to the couch, touching me… that was real. I wasn’t sure how to tell him about my breasts. That I was nursing and that stuff could happen. I sent him down and wanted to feel his wild, fighter mouth taste me.
    It was all wrong. I knew it was all wrong. The guy had been in jail? He had been a fighter at an illegal underground fight and got picked up. He had gotten me pregnant. Now he was here. In my apartment. Looking for some guy? Wanting to know if I was with some guy?
    There were more questions than answers. My pants should have been closed tight until I had those answers.
    But there Noah was, his fingers touching me, pressing against me. Feeling the pressure of his fingers starting to penetrate me reminded me that he could still pleasure me. I worried about my body after the baby. How everything would look, feel, and if it would be the same. The tip of Noah’s tongue came down to my clit and I gasped, ready to explode.
    Then Jude let out a cry. And another cry. And another cry.
    Noah looked back and then looked at me. His eyes were wide and almost confused. His hands touched my legs and he pushed away from me. I hurried to sit up, stand up, and grab my pants. My face burned twenty shades of red as I fixed myself.
    “He’s awake from his nap,” I said.
    “Obviously,” Noah said.
    I looked at Noah. “That’s what he does, Noah. He eats, sleeps, cries, shits. It’s what a baby does.”
    Noah nodded. “Yeah, sure. What does he… I mean, do you give him formula? Can I buy some or something…?”
    I felt my face burn hotter. I looked down to my chest and shrugged my shoulders.
    “Oh,” Noah said. “You… okay. You do it. That’s why you didn’t want me…”
    “It’s not that,” I said. “It’s just… stuff…”
    Jude cried again.
    “You better get him,” Noah said. “If he’s like me, he’ll keep going until he gets what he wants.”
    “Yeah, he does that quite well.”
    Noah grinned. He reached out and touched my face. “So you’re definitely single.”
    “Definitely,” I said. “Do you want to go meet your son now?”
    “No,” Noah said. He took his hand from me. “Shit. Sorry. That came out… fuck. No, sweetheart. Not right now. Not like this.”
    “Not like what?” I asked. “You’re standing here. You saw him last night. What are you going to do?”
    Noah’s face turned to stone. He inched from me and went toward the door.
    “So that’s it?” I asked. “You’re going to leave. Just walk right out.”
    “I