Mercy: A Bad Boy Biker Romance (New Devils MC Book 3)

by Jade Kuzma

  I sat up on the bed and looked at him. A prime piece of meat who was there just for me. Even if I did spend all my time around bikers like Aden, he was still more good-looking than any I’d ever met. None of them were as intense as him. None of them had accomplished what he’d done. And none of them were in as deliciously good shape as he was. And boy, was he in good shape…

  He peeled his leather vest off. His shirt followed, revealing the physique that I’d missed for so long even though it’d only been a week. His stomach was still bandaged but that didn’t stop me from admiring his hard chest and the biceps that bulged.

  “It’s been too long,” he said, his eyes locked on me.

  “Too long,” I replied.

  He met my face with mine again. Messy kisses echoed through my room while we fumbled with one another’s pants. I undid his jeans and let them fall to the floor. I hopped out of my jeans just the same, quickly tugging my panties down and freeing the rest of my restraints. I separated from him just long enough to pull my shirt over my head.

  “I want you, Danica… I want you so fucking bad…”

  His breath was warm against my cheek. Every inch of me tingled with anticipation. The fire in my belly made my whole body vibrate.

  He tore my bra down and freed my breasts. His mouth on my nipple, Aden bit me gently between his lips and sucked. The pink flesh swelled in his mouth. I rocked my head back and groaned from how good it felt.

  His hands squeezed my breasts firm in each hand. One by one, he took turns between them. Sucking. Licking. Kissing. Teasing. I wrapped my arms around his head, trying to brace myself while he devoured me.

  My legs reached out and instinctively wrapped around the small of his back. I brought him closer to me but Aden was insistent on moving away from me.

  Wet kisses trailed down my stomach. My skin tickled and made me laugh. He moved toward my navel and pulled out another gasp from me.

  I was so damn wet. My pussy was screaming for him. But Aden wouldn’t take me so quickly. Not when he could take his time.

  He moved down to my folds and pressed his tongue to my clit.

  “Oh… Fuck!”

  A loud, uncontrollable gasp came out of me. My mouth hung open. My eyes flickered. Just his tongue against my clit was enough to make me shake in his grip.

  He put his tongue over me. Up… and down… Up… and down… Long, slow licks that wet me even more than I already was.

  “Fuck, Aden…”

  My hands ran through his hair. Two tight handfuls didn’t do much to brace me from the pleasure surging through my body. I was already on the verge.

  “Not yet…” I gasped. “Not yet…”

  I pulled his head off of me and brought him up toward me for another kiss. I switched places with him, letting him take a seat on the edge of the bed. I looked into his eyes, unable to fight off a smirk on my lips. Aden stared at me with the intensity that he always did.

  I fell to my knees and turned my attention to his cock. That wonderful dick that fit me just right.

  I grabbed his shaft and he let out a sharp gasp. A deep inhale followed when I licked the side of it.

  I wet and teased him with my tongue. He wanted it but I wanted it just the same. I had to have him.

  My tongue pressed against the underside of his shaft. My mouth wrapped around his tip. I lowered myself down and proceeded to suck him off.

  “Fuck yeah… That’s it…”

  Another deep groan from him told me I was giving him exactly what he wanted. I bobbed my head up and down, unable to hide how much I needed his dick in my mouth.

  Aden was big enough that it took some effort to swallow him. I wasn’t ashamed to admit that I’d had some experience. Still, Aden filled my mouth up completely. When his tip hit the back of my throat, Aden let out another sharp gasp.

  I held his cock in my throat. I let him enjoy the wet warmth of my mouth. I sealed my lips closed, gulping him down. My eyes started to water as I had trouble breathing. Spit dripped down my chin and made a mess out of me. A bit of his precum leaked out of him, a familiar taste that made my mouth water even more.

  Aden grabbed a handful of my hair. He pulled all of my hair right on the back of my head, holding a ponytail while he held me in place.

  My vision started to blur. I felt myself on the verge of losing myself. Just before everything went completely black, Aden pulled me off of him.

  He rushed his face back to mine. Our kiss was messy. I gasped into his mouth, trying to catch my breath while at the same time trying to taste his tongue.

  “Is that what you want?” he asked. “You wanna suck on my dick?”

  “I don’t just want to suck on your dick… I want all of it… I want you inside me…”

  “I only want you… You’re the only pussy I want… For the rest of my life…”

  “Take it… It’s yours—”

  I gasped when he grabbed my arms and picked me up from the ground. Even though he was sitting down, Aden still had enough strength to hold me up. He pulled me toward him, forcing me to straddle him.

  I sat up straight on my knees, looking down at him.

  Those hazel-brown eyes of his. I saw everything in the way he stared at me. A man so amazing. A man who accomplished everything. But right now, all I wanted from him was to satisfy me. I wanted to do the same to him.

  “Fuck me…” I whispered.

  I lowered myself down slowly, my hand on his shaft as I guided him toward my soaking folds. His tip pushed into me. I gritted my teeth and forced myself to keep my eyes open.

  Every inch of him that disappeared inside of me forced me to close my eyes. I kept moving down until he was inside of me completely, the base of his cock pressing comfortably against my folds.

  “Oh… Fuck!” I gasped.

  I enjoyed having him inside of me for a moment before I started grinding against him. Up and down, I bounced on his cock slowly so that we could both enjoy it.

  Aden kept his hands on my waist. He guided me just right while I rode him. His mouth found its way back to my breasts. He sucked on my nipples, tonguing and kissing them while I enjoyed being on top of him.

  His hands suddenly tightened around my waist. His hips started to move. Slowly, we found our rhythm together. It wasn’t long before he was banging himself into me. Loud, wet claps of our body echoed through my apartment bedroom.

  “That’s it… Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you like that?”

  My mouth was open but nothing came out. I was in too much pleasure to respond to him.

  My head fell back. My breasts heaved. My back arched. I lost my mind, bucking on top of Aden to try and find the release that I was desperate for.

  “Fuck… Danica…”

  I knew he was close. No man had ever fucked me so hard and so fast before. I kept grinding against him, trying to push him to his release.

  My body started to tighten up. My lungs burned from not getting the air they so desperately needed. My heart was a few beats away from exploding.

  “Oh, God!”

  Every muscle in me tightened up. I dug my nails into his broad shoulders. My toes curled. My jaw clenched. I held my breath for a second before falling over the edge.

  I came hard against Aden, bucking so violently that I would’ve fallen off of him if he wasn’t holding me so tight. The pleasure surged through my core. I trembled on top of Aden and let the wonderful feeling blank my thoughts. My climax consumed all of me.

  Aden pounded his cock into me rapidly. He fucked me through my orgasm until suddenly finding his released. He seized up beneath me. His hands tightened around my waist. Aden held me in place as his cock throbbed against my insides. I was already so wet but all of the cum spilling out of him made my own orgasm that much more satisfying.

  “Oh… Fuck…”

  I gasped a deep breath and collapsed on top of him. My hair was a mess. My throat was dry and my voice was hoarse. Sticky sweat covered every inch of my skin.

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bsp; I stayed on top of him, trying to recover while he laid back. I eventually rolled off and stared at the ceiling. The orgasmic bliss of being with a man like Aden continued to tingle through my skin.

  “Fuck… Shit…”

  Aden groaned.

  I looked at him and saw the grimace on his face.

  “What’s wrong?” I said. “Are you all right?”

  “It’s fine. It’s just…”

  He put a hand to his stomach.

  “…I think I fucked you too hard. Aggravated my ribs…”

  “Why would you fuck me so hard if you were in pain?”

  He rolled his head to the side and stared right at me. He was so handsome that it was hard not to get distracted whenever he spoke to me.

  “They say the worse punch you’ll ever take is the one you never see coming,” he said. “Sometimes you get hurt. You’re in pain. But you’ve just gotta put your head down and get through it. Sometimes the pain is worth whatever pleasure is waiting for you on the other side.”

  “There are other ways to satisfy you,” I said with a laugh. “You didn’t have to fuck me that hard.”

  “Being with you isn’t painful. I enjoy every second of it. If every bone in my body was broken, I would’ve done the same. Do you know why?”

  “Why’s that?”

  “Because I know that you would do the same for me. I know that you care, Danica. You… You’re amazing.”

  I scoffed at the thought, turning away to hide how embarrassed I was.

  “I’m not amazing,” I said. “You’re amazing. I’m just some average girl in Ivory. I’m… I’m not anything special.”

  “You’re you, Danica. That makes you special enough.”

  He moved his face to mine and kissed me softly. I sighed contentedly. It finally felt like all was right in the world.

  I laid on the bed next to Aden, staring up at the ceiling and enjoying his fingers trailing along my skin.

  “Now what?” I asked.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Your secret is out. Are you sure you want to spend your time in Ivory?”

  “I want to spend all of my time with you. With the MC watching my back, I’ve got no reason to leave. Everything I care about is right here.”

  I turned toward him, unable to stop myself from smiling.

  “What about you, Danica? What’s next for you?”

  “It doesn’t matter. Wherever or whatever it is, I know it’ll be by your side.”

  Epilogue 1

  ADEN

  Hades had the usual crowd on a late night. I was never much a fan of drunk assholes and women dancing for attention. Nobody was. The good thing about being a clubhouse was that most of the people here were fans or friends of the Devils. Most of the time, people never bothered to start shit. I wasn’t a security guard at the place any longer but now I had even more reason to check people if they got out of hand.

  I sat at the bar by myself. I stared at the shelf full of liquor, my thoughts occupied.

  “Not drinking tonight.”

  I turned toward the old man who’d suddenly appeared next to me.

  Nobody ever knew what to make of Murphy when they first looked at him. He was old. His belly swelled out over his belt. Nobody would’ve given the bastard a second glance if it wasn’t for the outfits he wore. Tonight he was a wearing a shiny red suit that looked like it was made of silk or something.

  I held the empty glass in my hand up and examined it.

  “Back after it happened,” I said. “When everybody started leaving me and I stopped fighting… I used to drink all the time. I wanted everybody to leave me alone. Most people did eventually. I never cared though because most of my comfort I found at the bottom of a liquor bottle.”

  “Something must’ve changed. You weren’t drunk enough that you couldn’t get yourself down to Ivory.”

  “I wasn’t some drunk. I kept my focus enough to get that gig at Ivory Blues. They couldn’t turn down a former pro. But there were nights when this shit was my only comfort. Too many nights…”

  “They’ve all been there before.”

  “Who?”

  “The Devils.”

  Murphy took a seat at the bar next to me.

  “They say it takes a certain kind of man to wear the patch,” Murphy said. “The kind of man who’s all the way down at the bottom. But you know what they say about someone who’s at the bottom. The only way left to go is back up. A man who knows what it’s like to be that low is the right kind of man to be wearing the patch… Life is Hell before you get to Heaven. That’s what we say.”

  “What’s your story, Murph? You been to the bottom?”

  “I’ve had my moments. Ups and downs like most people. My story isn’t anything special.”

  “From the looks of that outfit, I think it’s plenty special.”

  “Maybe it is. The only thing you need to know is that I wore the patch once. I don’t wear the kutte anymore. Doesn’t fit quite right. But the patch is always sewn-in right here.”

  He tapped his fingers against the center of his chest.

  “One-percenters are always getting involved in one thing or another, especially in this town,” he said. “Devils don’t do business like the other MCs. They get their hands dirty when they need to. Sometimes you have to go to extreme measures. That’s what being a Devil is all about. But if you’re wearing the patch, just know that you’re not the only one who’s wearing it. You’ve got a brother in those men. And you’ve got someone in me who’s watching over you.”

  It was easy to take in everything Murphy was saying to me. The guy was so old that I didn’t have trouble believing that he’d lived through it all. Hades looked just as old as he was, so that was more proof that he’d been through some real shit.

  “Let me ask you something,” I said. “What’s with the outfit?”

  “When you’ve got money, you flaunt it.”

  “You’ve got money? Where’d that come from?”

  “Why? You need some?”

  He smirked at me and patted me on the arm.

  “I taught Sebastian and Roman everything they know,” he said. “You stick with them and you’ll get what’s coming to you eventually.”

  “I got another question.”

  “Full of questions. All right. Shoot.”

  “If you’ve got so much money, why does Hades still look like this? You can remodel it. Renovate it to make it the nicest club in town. There’ll be nothing like it in Ivory. That’s some real money.”

  “There’s an idea. I thought about it. But once those doors opened and Hades came back, I realized something.”

  Murphy looked out into the crowd. He looked like whatever was on his mind was heavy.

  “This isn’t my club anymore,” he said. “The West Devils are gone. This place belongs to the New Devils. It belongs to you. You do something about it, Mercer.”

  Murphy got up from his seat with a drink in hand and started shuffling away. He walked right by Sebastian, who took his place next to me.

  “Murph is an interesting guy,” I said.

  “When you’re as old as Murph, you’ve got no choice but to be interesting,” he replied. “Speaking of interesting, how’s your lady doing?”

  “Busy. She’s at Finn’s.”

  “Still working at Finn’s, huh?”

  “I told her to think about it. The money is good and there’s no reason for her to quit. But she knows there’s a good spot for her over here.”

  “She’ll make the right decision when she needs to. We’ve got more important matters to take care of.”

  “We do?”

  I raised an eyebrow at Sebastian.

  “A meeting? Right now? What are we gonna talk about?”

  Sebastian gave me a half-smirk.

  “Before you came here, the New Devils weren’t much,” he said. “Just a few guys who were cool with each other. But now that you’re here, we can finally talk about some business.”
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  “And what kind of business would that be?”

  “…When you’re a Devil, there’s always business in Ivory to talk about. That’s what it means to wear the patch.”

  I stood up from my seat and gave Sebastian a nod. After all the shit I’d been through, he was there along with the rest of the club. I knew that he’d always have my back.

  “All right,” I said. “Club business.”

  “That’s what I like to hear. Let’s find out what’s out there in Ivory, Mercy.”

  Epilogue 2

  DANICA

  The sun rose over the horizon in the distance, casting a light over the entire town. All around Ivory, there was nothing but empty land. You wouldn’t have known the place existed if it weren’t for the unpaved roads from every direction that led right to it.

  I inhaled a deep breath of the crisp morning air and sighed it out from between my lips.

  “You’ll never see anything like this in the city.”

  “Like what?”

  “This.”

  Aden held his hands out and pointed out toward the view.

  “There’s nothing but buildings,” he said. “Skyscrapers and cars and roads and monuments. You can’t see the entire town unless you’re in a plane.”

  “Ivory’s small, that’s for sure. Just a few thousand people down there…”

  “Small but comfortable. I wouldn’t trade anything else in the world for what I’m looking at right now.”

  Aden squeezed his arms around me. I sank in his embrace.

  We sat on his bike together, enjoying the beautiful view as the sun continued to rise. It was so quiet except for the birds chirping and animals skittering in the bushes around us.

  A lonely moment on the hillside looking down on Ivory. The amount of peace inside of me cleared my thoughts.

  “Is this what you want?” I asked.

  “What do you mean?”