Mercy

by Debra Anastasia

  His eyes were beautiful. I knew my pussy forgave him first because she perked right up at the sight of his fingers and mouth.

  “How’d your meeting go?” I stepped backwards so he wouldn’t be completely in my body’s driver’s seat.

  His response was just a headshake. It made his shiny hair ruffle. “Can’t talk about it.”

  “So secret? Huh.” I stepped backwards again. What was it he did for a living? How much did that come into play with what my body wanted from his?

  I watched as his jaw grinded his teeth. “It’s just it was hard. And I don’t want to talk about it.”

  “Okay.” I was letting it go. And I should probably not let it go. But I wanted him more than I needed peace of mind.

  I stepped closer and closer until my feet were between his legs. My nipples were only protected from grazing against his hoodie by my T-shirt.

  I felt him place a kiss on the top of my head. “How’s being home going?” he mumbled against my hair.

  “Nerve-racking. I keep waiting for something to happen. I feel better now that you’re here.” I let my finger trace the silver zipper of his hoodie like it was a track for just that. I stopped halfway down and grabbed the fabric in my fist. I twisted it and pulled him even closer. I looked up at him. His lips were inviting. His ink was menacing. His eyes were tender. It all worked. I went to my tiptoes and kissed him softly.

  He kissed me back just a little before moving his lips to my cheek. “I’m here now.”

  His breath was hot on my neck, and then he nipped at my earlobe. I softened completely, tipping my head back as his lips dragged to the nape of my neck.

  “I’ve never missed anything as thoroughly as I’ve missed you for the last few hours.” He changed his tactic, pulling me against him. I felt his arms come around me. His hug was unguarded, like I was protecting him and not the other way around.

  His hand was in the center of my back, the other wrapped around my waist. I embraced him back as hard.

  Home washed over me. The feeling that peace was mine to capture as long as this man was near me flooded my senses.

  It was like all the prayers over the years I’d sent up were trapped inside of him. I felt his face, touching the bones and shadows he’d always have.

  “How do you look at me like that?” He was almost accusing me. Of what, I didn’t know.

  “Like what?” I touched his lips. He had to talk around my fingers.

  “Like you’ve already forgiven me for everything I’ve done wrong.” He blinked a few times before kissing my fingers.

  “I think I have.” I kissed him again.

  He pulled back and looked at the ceiling. “Don’t say that. Not to me.”

  It should concern me that he was quick to blame himself, but I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. Somewhere deep inside I knew he wouldn’t.

  “You’re wasting time.” I pulled on his hand. He stopped me and had me arm the alarm again. “You smell good.” He had on a touch of cologne and I loved it.

  “I showered before I came over.” He glared at the covered windows in my bedroom.

  “Thinking about the brick?” I followed his fixation.

  “Yeah. I don’t like that it happened to you. Maybe I shouldn’t be here…” He seemed to be reconsidering coming into my bedroom.

  “It happened to us, if I remember correctly. Come on. Lie down with me. Let’s take this room back from whoever was trying to scare us.” I wrapped my arms around him again and my hand hit something hard.

  He grabbed my wrists and pulled them together in front of me. “Wait.”

  Nix walked over to my dresser and pulled out a gun from his waistband. And then another. And then two knives. He placed each on my dresser next to a picture of my mom and me together.

  Then he turned to me and held out his hands. “Now I’m not so dangerous.”

  The sight of all those weapons in my room changed the mood. Changed a lot. It was real—whatever he did that required those. And he wasn’t a cop.

  He watched me and then stopped advancing. He grasped his hands in front of his pants and waited. I was silent, but I knew I was biting my lip. I was jumping to a lot of conclusions about this man based on my gut impression that he was good.

  “If I’m too much. If this is too much—I’ll understand.” He looked at the floor.

  God, he broke my heart. He held that stance like he was used to disappointing people. Being rejected.

  He continued his train of thought—what made sense for him. “I’ll watch you from a distance. You can forget you ever made this mistake with me.”

  “Stop. No.” And just like that, I couldn’t take it anymore. He lifted his stare slowly, like he was waiting for a jury to come back with a death sentence. “You keep doing this. Trying to put things between us. But there is an us now. We’ve been headed for each other for years. Since that day in the grocery store. You made it this far for right now.” I backed up until I hit my bed with the back of my knees. I sat. “And I did too.”

  I crossed my arms in front of me and grabbed the hem of my shirt. I pulled it off and tossed it in the corner and waited. He had decisions to make too. I gave him his words back.

  “And if I’m too much for you—I’ll understand.”

  He was mesmerized as he went through the mercurial steps of hearing me tell him that I could be a mistake too.

  “You are too much.” He nodded, unzipping his hoodie as he crossed my room to me. “Way too much. You’re here, with that face and that insane body, and you could have any guy in the world. Should have any guy in the world. But you’re letting me be here with you.” He tossed his T-shirt off. My name was in the center of his chest. I looked from it to his face. He stood in front of me rubbing the tattoo I’d just been staring at like it hurt.

  He hissed out a breath and then hissed out my name, “Rebecca. Say no to me. To this.”

  I felt my smile start to hitch up the side of my lips. Because we were serious. We were in a negotiation where we only had some of the critical information.

  “What’ll you do with that tattoo then?”

  He narrowed his eyes as I took some of the intense drama out of the room. We deserved a break from the reality we were bound to face.

  “You’re funny. Now?” He folded his arms in front of his chest and tipped his head up so he could look down his nose at me.

  I covered my breasts with my hands. “I was hoping I wasn’t funny. I was going for sexy.”

  He dropped his hands to his side. “You’re always sexy, love.”

  “Say that again.” I watched his lips.

  He was smiling now too, the white teeth making me echo the expression.

  “You’re always sexy.” He tilted his head and lifted an eyebrow.

  “No. The love part. I hear that with my vagina.” I wiggled to emphasize my words.

  “Oh, that’s how it is. I see.” He started crawling on top of me, his handsome face animated with playfulness and lust. “You’re sexy as fuck, love.”

  I let go of my breasts and started to shimmy backwards. He grabbed me up and kissed my mouth hard.

  Then the playfulness was over. I got slammed with savage need. I needed him. I said as much in between his kisses.

  He put his hands on me. I lifted my back when he grazed my breasts until he could pinch my nipples.

  His groan of damn near pain forced me to try to get his jeans undone. I needed to feel him. He let me search for the button for a few seconds—too busy with my breasts to help. Eventually, I tossed in a please and he chuckled.

  Nix reached between us and unfastened his pants. While his hands were below our waists, he worked on my shorts and panties. He had me naked and ready with almost no foreplay. His previous performance had conditioned a response between my legs. I was ready to have another addictive orgasm while looking at his face, his hands. He ran his palm from my jaw to the back of my knee, stopping at all the parts of my body that called to him on the trip down. He eased nex
t to me and started telling me all the dirty things he was desperate to do to me.

  “You sound sexy when my hands are between your legs.”

  “You have such a perfect body.”

  “I need to have my dick deep in your pussy.”

  I insisted on getting his cock in my hands while he told me all the things he was thinking out loud.

  I’d missed it. I remembered sizing it out with the magazine for Henry and thought I might have gotten it wrong. He was substantial.

  He slipped it between my legs and rubbed it up and down my inner thighs.

  “You have the softest skin.” I ran my hands up his back, feeling his muscles and scars. He was such a turn-on. His voice was the soundtrack to sin.

  His mouth was on my breast as I pulled him down to the bed. I pressed on his chest until he lay back. I got off the bed as I looked at him stretched out waiting for me, his outstanding cock sending my confidence and my sense of adventure soaring. I wanted to get something to tie him down, but came back from the dresser empty-handed.

  I set my hips swaying and made sure my breasts were bouncing on my way to the bed instead. His responding grin made me bite the inside of my cheek. He was making me feel creative with how he watched me.

  I climbed up onto the bed and straddled his abs. Nix insisted on touching my clit and that paralyzed me for a few minutes. His erection was touching my lower back, reminding me that I had more in store. I stopped his hand and panted. After I was able to continue, I kneeled, lifting my ass off of him. I had to move backwards a little bit and center him between my legs.

  “Wait. I’m worried you’re not wet enough. Do you have a vibrator?” Nix rolled on his side as much as he could with me on top of him. He opened the drawer on my nightstand and reached inside. I waited to see his reaction to my hot pink vibe. He smiled. Here we go. He twisted the base and sat up. He rubbed me with it and sucked on my nipple. When I was all horned up, he stuck his fingers inside me. His mouth, combined with the vibrations and his fingers was eliminating my entire plan.

  “Now, you’re ready.”

  I noticed he didn’t drop the vibe. I had to calm myself after the heady sensations he’d taken me to the edge of. And because he took away all of his attentions, I really wanted to force him to the edge as well. I put his cock in. I rocked back slowly on it, taking him in inch by inch. I made sure to look at his face as he was inside me fully. I pressed under my belly button as I slid off of his dick and back on. I could feel the slight bump of him inside me. So deep. He was long enough that to get a proper stroke, I needed him to help lift my hips. He was more than willing. He thrust his hips up to meet me over and over. I was making noises that I didn’t know I could, deep guttural curses. He slipped the vibrator between us so there was firm pressure on my clit. My whole body clenched. Every pump was scorching. My orgasm was building, and he seemed determined to best me at it.

  I was stunned into stopping when my eyesight went white.

  Nix flipped me over, put my leg on his shoulder, and pressed the vibe harder on my clit. Then the thrusts were all him. He was a man every damn time. It was about satisfying me as much as it was claiming me. My body tensed. I almost tried to push him away—it was too much. “Look at me when you come. And say my name.”

  Nix managed to look both menacing and tender at the same time.

  I grabbed hard onto his back and neck. “Fucking hell, Nix. Yes. Do it. Damn it all…”

  Words were lost to shouts, and he swiftly pounded himself to a brutal orgasm. I tried to clench for him, but I was useless. I just let him use me.

  “Becca. Fuck me. Sweet hell.”

  I was almost concerned for him—he came for so long. His neck was tense, and he punched the mattress and stretched me to the maximum. We were both panting like we’d been running from the cops. It was perfect.

  Nix slid to the side of me, but left his arm draped across my chest. We were breathing heavy, then lightly winded and finally collected. I watched his dick twitch from time to time and I had the full body shudders. He reached between my legs and gently laid his hand over me. I was still a live wire. I flinched. He laughed a little.

  “Sorry. Too soon? I just wanted to remind you how much I love putting my mouth on you and I’m a little sad that it didn’t happen this time.”

  I looked down at his arm. The ink was fucking hot. I couldn’t even pretend that it was ruining me. Other men would look plain compared to Nix.

  “I want to do that now. While you’re still swollen from what my dick did to you,” he purred into my ear and the sound scrambled my brain and my pussy at the exact same moment.

  He was between my legs and forced them open. I started to laugh. It was too sensitive, but he started nowhere near where I was still hyped up. He began blowing near me, gently nipping my inner thighs, massaging my calf and then my outer thigh. Eventually, he worked his way to pressing his lips to mine. He put his tongue inside me, getting my body to do the impossible. I felt his hard dick against my leg.

  “Goddammit.” He was building another orgasm from the ashes of the last one.

  “I can feel you starting. Do you want my fingers?” His words lapped against my thighs.

  “Yes.”

  And he did just that. First one, then another. He curled them in a way, that combined with his tongue, made me press my bottom onto the mattress. He stopped sucking me to tell me, “No.”

  He used his other hand under my ass to lift me closer to his mouth. I felt him slide the vibrator inside me behind his index finger so I was full while he stroked my G-spot until I was trembling again.

  “Come on my face, Becca. Do it.”

  He issued his command and twirled his tongue in a way that didn’t give me any choice. I grabbed fistfuls of my sheets as I yelled his name.

  At the top of my orgasm, he took the vibrator and his finger out of me and replaced it with his cock.

  “Keep coming, love.” I could hear the teasing in his voice, but I was just flailing at this point. The only way I remained on the bed was because I was nailed to the mattress by his dick.

  He kissed me then. We were just wicked with each other.

  His second orgasm of the night allowed me to fight back a little. I clenched as hard as I could, Kegeling when I thought I was all out of moves.

  “Holy fuck.” Nix’s eyes went wild. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him in harder, deeper. The muscles in his arms were corded with the strain. His biceps were mesmerizing. I turned my head and licked his forearm just as I clenched again.

  The knocking on the front door was gentle at first, but then louder. “Police. Ms. Stiles? Are you in there?”

  Nix cringed. “The alarm. They probably want to make sure everything is on the up and up.”

  That made perfect sense. He kissed me twice more before tossing my T-shirt to me then sliding on his own. “I’ll stay in here, but I’ll be watching. Make sure to check the peephole.”

  Wishing I had a bra on to deal with the police, I stepped into my hallway. Just a quick word with the cops and then I could go back to getting nailed on my bed by Nix.

  I did as I was told, and sure enough, Officer Quinn and another cop, whom I assumed was his partner, were waiting on the other side. I opened the door, then remembered the alarm too late. It was bonkers and loud. I rushed to the panel and plugged in the numbers required to turn off the noise. I came back to the living room after catching sight of Nix in my darkened bedroom. He looked more skeleton than human with just the hall light illuminating him.

  “I’m sorry. I wasn’t anticipating the learning curve for this alarm system. I feel awful to make you come out here, Officer Quinn.”

  Both Officer Quinn and his partner took off their hats. “It’s okay, Becca. Just wanted to make sure, and call me Ridge.”

  “Okay.” It occurred to me that the man hiding in my bedroom had guns with him. I hadn’t asked where he’d come from. What he’d done. If it had been wildly illegal.

  Q
uinn stepped inside my apartment. I could feel Nix’s eyes on me. He was somewhere behind me.

  ~Fenix~

  The cop wanted her. Not that I blamed him. He called her by her first name. I watched as his ogle went from her face to her feet and back again. He tried to be nonchalant.

  She was there in just a T-shirt and it skimmed her curves in a way that was too favorable. She was pulling on the hem in the front, which made the back shorter. I was getting a view that most men would pay good money for.

  I wanted to go out there, put my arm around her, and give both cops a come-get-me-fucker stare.

  “Nothing out of the ordinary? Why are you opening your doors so much? Did you hear any suspicious noises?” Quinn inched into the living room. He reached for the afghan on Becca’s chair. I saw him glance back to see her ass. Slick fucker.

  He wrapped the afghan around her shoulders. She turned her head and mumbled her thanks. Her profile was lovely. The way her nose sloped. Her plump lips. Her high cheekbones.

  Lord, this woman was gorgeous. I wanted to make her come again and make those assholes watch.

  I was instantly jealous. No man should see her the way I get to see her. My feet were begging me to step into the room. I waited. At least she was wrapped in the blanket.

  “I thought I heard my neighbor’s cat. Sometimes he comes in here. My neighbor is older and forgets his cat outside. I keep him here until morning.” Becca twisted her hand in the blanket. I imagined the cat story was true. Just not tonight.

  Quinn was full of understanding. “Totally understandable. I just wanted to again, make sure it was cool. Glad to see you back in your place.”

  She thanked him.

  “You’ve got my number, and I’m working all night. Send me a text if you need to check the door. We’re swinging by this place every once in a while, but we’ll increase it now that we know you’re back.” Quinn was looking to bang her. I could see it in his eyes.

  And he already had his number in her phone. I clenched my fist.

  “It’s been a long night. I feel better knowing you’re on duty, though. I’m going to try to get some sleep now.” Becca stepped to the side, reaching for the door.