Begging For Mercy

by Mataya, Tamara

  And still never called.

  Sure seems to be like his no good family to me. I had a near miss with that one.

  I should quit while I’m behind, but I flip him off over my shoulder on my way to load the bike on my truck.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Matthew

  Some shit talk from a few of the guys we beat has me standing near my bike eavesdropping.

  “The only reason she gets away with as much as she does is because she’s Perris’ daughter.”

  “Why the fuck is she even around here? It’s not right.”

  “Maybe it’s time she learned a lesson.”

  “Andy’s okay. It’s just been the last few races she’s turned into a kicker.”

  “Andy? You mean “Legs”?”

  It’s not too hard to see why they’ve started calling her that. The way this talk is going, I feel the need to step in.

  “Hey.” I make sure I get eye contact with every man in the group before speaking. “You fuck with Andy, you’ll have to go through me first.”

  A tall guy in ridiculous white leathers steps forward. “That so? Guess I should be talking to you about collecting for the damage to my bike.”

  I scoff. “Walk it off, buddy. That’s part of the territory.” I lower my visor and turn away.

  “Leave him alone, man.” The guy who says this isn’t talking to me—he’s addressing White Leathers.

  A sharp snick and a glint of moonlight on the switchblade he pulls are the only warning I get before he lunges. I use his momentum to pull him closer, trapping his arm with the knife between my arm and body, and head butt him. His nose makes a sickening crunch when my helmet hits it, and I push him away, his ass hitting the ground before the blood has a chance to stream down his face. He stays down, knocked unconscious.

  I throw the knife as hard as I can off the path to get rid of it and prove a point to the rest of the assholes in the group: I don’t need a weapon to fuck them up.

  I square my shoulders and face them, finally taking off my helmet. “Who’s next?”

  My reputation preceded me, and the asshole I just took down drove it home. No one steps up. “Andy Perris is off-fucking-limits to everyone. Spread the word.”

  I let that sink in for a minute before tearing over to my truck, loading up as quickly as I can, and taking off after the woman I’ve put my neck on the line for. Like an idiot.

  She needs to stop acting like this, especially when I’m not there to protect her. And where the hell was Patrick tonight?

  By the time I catch up, she’s almost home and guns it the last few blocks. I let her have the distance. She’s acting reckless and idiotic and I need a second alone as well for my blood pressure to go back to normal.

  I doubt she even sees me as she storms up the back entrance of the shop, because she doesn’t turn to chase me off. To give her a minute to cool down, I take my time walking up the sidewalk to the side entrance. With a deep sigh, I move to the door and press the buzzer after I’ve taken a moment to cool down.

  “What?” Andy’s voice stabs the night.

  “Can I come up?”

  “No.”

  For fuck’s sake! I take another deep breath. “Then can you come down here?”

  “Hang on, let me get my bat.”

  “You don’t need your bat. It’s Matt.”

  “I know. Let me get my bat.”

  “Andy.” No reply. “Andy!”

  She must be coming down. God, what was she thinking? Does she have a death wish? How many guys did she piss off tonight, people who aren’t as scrupulous as they should be? And Samson’s sniffing around her shop, waiting to recruit her... Frustration forces my feet to move, and I stomp around the doorstep trying to calm myself.

  The door flings inward with a loud whoosh as the pressure regulates from the force.

  Jesus.

  In the small amount of time her head start gave her, Andy’s changed into a tight black t-shirt and panties. Maybe she was wearing those under her leathers, I don’t know, but the sight of all her creamy skin squeezes my chest.

  What if someone else had come instead of me?

  She wouldn’t have answered the door like that—she came down because she’s pissed at me. No one else would have caught her in her panties. I’d rather catch her out of them.

  I lick my lips and swallow. “Hey.” Are those freckles on her upper thighs? It’s hard to tell in the dark.

  “Hey?” Her eyes turn flinty. “Are you freaking kidding? That’s what you’ve got to say to me? Hey? Why are you here? Come to gloat about your win? Show me what else you took away from me? Maybe slap me directly in the face with the winnings?”

  The rage on her face registers. “Why the hell are you so mad?” I’m pretty sure those are freckles on her upper thighs. That’s so unexpectedly sexy.

  She snaps her fingers near my face, and I look up from her exposed flesh. She shakes her head. “You don’t get to stand on my doorstep and blatantly eye-fuck me after the other day.”

  “What?”

  “You kissed me like you meant it and then you ran away. No, you didn’t run away because that implies showing up in the first place.” A glimpse of hurt surfaces through the anger before it’s buried deep beneath her anger again. “You didn’t need to bother talking sweet to me when you already knew you didn’t want me. You made me believe you wanted more... Bravo, you stood me up and beat me today in the race, Mercy.” She spits my last name at me and it hits like a slap in the face.

  Speaking of the race today, I have to get through to her. “Do you even realize the destruction you left in your wake tonight? I almost got stabbed because of you and now we’re on a last name basis? The other racers call you Legs now, and it’s not because they’re so shapely.” I tear my gaze from them. “Not only because they’re shapely.”

  “What the hell do you care about my safety, Mercy, or my legs?”

  I take a step closer. “I’m trying to protect you. And don’t fucking call me that.”

  “You don’t have to bother lying anymore, so save your energy. You don’t really give a shit about me.” She gets right up in my face and pokes my chest. “Mercy.”

  I stalk forward until her back hits the wall and I lean in close. “Oh, I get it. It’s all about my last name and my family. You think you’re too good for me. Is that it?”

  She licks her lips and pushes against my body with hers. At the contact, an electric current of need burns through my bones. She gasps when I gently trail my fingertips between her breasts.

  “You like bad boys, right? You were really into Aaron Samson the other day at the bar.”

  “I don’t like bad boys. I wanted a man, which I thought you were.” She twists the front of my shirt, pulling me closer to seethe in my eyes. “And you’re the one who blew me off, asshole! If you didn’t want to be with me, then you should have—”

  I slam my hands against the wall at her back. “I tried. But I can’t fucking stay away from you, Andy.” The truth finally comes out, and I drop my head and bring my lips a fraction of an inch from hers.

  Her glare loses heat as her eyes widen. “What the hell does that mean? Why would you try to avoid me?”

  “I should stay away for your own good, for mine, but I just can’t do it. I may not be bad, but I’m not exactly good, Andy. I’m not good for you.”

  “Shouldn’t I be the one to decide what’s good for me?”

  She’s fucking got me there.

  I close the space between us, bringing my lips to hers in a crushing kiss. The rest of the world can burn for all I care—I’m with Andy, touching and kissing Andy. Everything else becomes insignificant when she sinuously grinds against me, taking everything she wants from me while giving me exactly what I’ve wanted since she kicked my bike.

  Her hands claw my pants open and she shoves them down just enough to free my rigid cock. Our heavy breathing fills the entryway and I grab one of her legs and haul it up to my hip.

 
She pulls me closer, her hand gripping the back of my neck, and I fumble in my pocket for a condom, tearing it open with my teeth, rolling it down my length. I’m almost frantic to be inside her.

  I pull her panties to the side and pause at her slick entrance with my forehead resting on hers. Her nails dig into my shoulders urging me closer and I need to be inside Andy so bad there’s no time to rip her clothes off, but her slight nod of consent isn’t enough.

  Answering with her body, she tightens the leg around me, pulling me closer, sliding my cock inside. Her wet heat is the most perfect thing I’ve ever felt. There’s only a thin layer of latex separating us and there should be more; there should be a thousand miles between us because how can I save my brother when all I can think about is being with this woman?

  I fuck her against the wall, hard, sinking as deeply as I can, unable to pull more than halfway out before thrusting back inside her tight pussy because being even that far from her is impossible. I want the kind of life where this woman is there every day and I can’t have that, but I can have this. Us. Tonight. I need to go deeper and she jumps up as I grab her other leg and spread her legs wider, giving me access to more.

  It’s not enough for either of us.

  “The floor,” she grinds out the words between thrusts and I do as I’m told.

  She thought I didn’t want her? I can’t get enough.

  The floor gives more leverage, and her sighs turn to moans then cries. Her heels spur me on, digging into my back, pressing me harder, deeper. I claim her mouth with mine and her kiss is as rough as my hips. Kissing Andy is like trying to kiss a hurricane of pleasure. It hurts but I fucking want it, need it, need more, always more even as it wrecks me. She makes me want to be gentle, be good, when I need to be a bad man and do awful things to save my family.

  She’ll fundamentally change my life if I get too close and I can’t stop, forgetting why I should contemplate stopping. I wish we were in a bed so I could take my time and do this right, but what we’re doing now feels too goddamned good to stop.

  She throws herself into sex with every cell in her body, like this was what she was made to do, right here right now with me.

  We kiss until fucking feels too good and we can’t focus on anything else. She grips me tighter. “God, yeah, Matt, right there.”

  My name on her lips again sends heat rippling through my chest just as her pussy clenches around me and she comes with a long moan that stretches out until after my balls tighten and I come inside her.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Andy

  He’s still inside me, I’m still quivering around him, and I want more. How many nights did I dream of doing this, seducing him, having him all to myself? The feeling of power that overcomes me is stunning.

  He avoided me because he wants me too much, not because he doesn’t like me at all. That’s such a Guy Thing. But something he said earlier has stuck with me, and I can’t have more until I find out the reason he said it. “Why would you need to stay away from me?”

  He brushes my hair back from my face and drops a kiss to my forehead. “I don’t know, Andy. Because you consume my world until all I can see is you?”

  I melt at the new softness in his voice. “Come upstairs.”

  He sighs like he’s about to argue, so I do a little trick with my pelvis I learned in a belly dancing class three years ago. His eyes slam shut and his cock hardens further. “Fuck me.”

  “I won’t if you don’t come upstairs right now.”

  If we don’t move this second we won’t make it to my bed.

  He stands, pulling out of me as he goes, but reaches down to give me a hand up. Shaky legged, I slip my panties back into place while he removes the condom and slides his jeans up enough to navigate the stairs. We never even undressed.

  That’s so fucking hot.

  Seizing his hand, I haul him up the rest of the stairs and inside my apartment.

  My leathers lay in a pile in front of the door where I stripped them off and threw them down, too pissed to bother putting them away. Was that tonight? It feels like ages ago. I turn and take his shirt off, soaking in the delicious view I was denied downstairs in my haste to get him inside me.

  It’s a good one. Best of all, two of the most well-built biceps I’ve ever wanted to lick. I could chase the treasure trail of hair that disappears into his jeans for hours.

  I take the rubber from him and toss it in the trash before hurrying back to him. “Want the tour?” I pull his pants off.

  He turns me and pulls me close, molding my back to his chest, pressing his cock against my ass. “Yes.”

  “This is the kitchen.”

  Matthew Mercy is in my house. Naked.

  His hands strip my t-shirt off and toss it to the floor. “Nice.”

  I walk us past the living room, grinding my ass against his cock. “Here’s the living room.”

  My bra hits the ground. He palms my breasts and nuzzles the nape of my neck. “Great features in this living room.”

  “Mmm.” I lead him to the hallway and pause at the open door. “The bathroom.”

  My panties fall, and I step out of them. He caresses my ass, then slides his hand to the front, fingers deftly working my clit.

  “The bathroom’s nice. I really like the bathroom.” His warm words wander up the back of my neck and his hand works faster.

  My legs forget how to walk, so I lean into his body for support. “Oh, god, so do I. Yeah.”

  “So, by process of elimination, that must be the bedroom.”

  “Yeah.” Warmth spreads through my belly as pleasure builds again. “Yeah.” I push harder against his hand. “Yeah.”

  “You already said that.”

  My hips rock against him in time with his hand, trapping his cock between us. He moans and sweeps me up, kicking my bedroom door open, and carrying me to the bed.

  “King size?” He raises his eyebrows.

  “I like to stretch out.”

  “Like this?” He lays me down and pins my hands way above my head.

  “Kind of.”

  He situates himself between my legs, spreading them apart with his thighs. “More like this?”

  My nipples ache for more. “You’re getting closer.”

  He puts on another condom and his cock slowly slides back inside me so deep my hands reflexively clutch his. Matt drags his teeth across my throat. “Spread like this?”

  I arch beneath him. “Exactly like this.”

  Slow and deep, we drift in a sea of molten bliss. His hands range all over my skin, lighting me up. I can barely keep my eyes open I’m so drunk on him and his body and the pleasure we wring from every minute that goes by with him thrusting in and out in long, fluid motions.

  This man revs my blood like nothing else.

  He makes a lusty noise deep in his throat, halfway between a moan and a growl and pumps his hips harder.

  Everything below my belly button tightens.

  Nice to know I affect him as well.

  Mmm, really nice.

  Matt pulls out so quickly my hips buck twice in protest before I realize what’s happened.

  “What? No! Why did you stop?” My words of protest sound half-anguished.

  “Turn on your side.” His hands guide me to my left side, and he curls behind me, arms pulling me tight, holding me closer as he enters me again.

  He nuzzles my right ear. “I wanted to be able to do this”—his hand finds my clit—“again.”

  Ohhh.

  He nibbles my earlobe. “I’m so sorry I hurt you by staying away, but you have to know it killed me too. Do you know how fucking sexy you are on a bike, Andy?” He grinds sensuously. “Do you have any idea what that does to me? Seeing the motor purr between your legs and wanting to be there more than I want to breathe?” His thrusts get harder, wilder. My moans only encourage him. “I thought about you every day, wanted to call you every single day.” The hand beneath me winds around to tweak my nipple, plucking pleasure a
nd pain from it in time with his hips. “I want you so fucking much, Andy.”

  I shiver from everything he’s doing to my body as much as the words he’s saying. “You have me.” I know it’s true as I say it, and I fracture into a thousand pieces of simmering heat in his arms, melting into the bed with a moan and then a contented sigh, Matt’s kisses decorating my face and shoulder before darkness takes me.

  WHEN I WAKE UP A COUPLE hours later I’m alone and the place behind me on the mattress where he was lying is cold.

  But there’s a note.

  I really wanted you to drool or be unattractive in your sleep. Unfortunately, you’re an angel, but I had to go. I hope you dream something amazing. I’ll call you later. I’m tired of staying away from you and can’t do it anymore.

  Matt

  If he was any sweeter, I’d be in some serious trouble.

  I think I already am.

  If he doesn’t call me this time, I’m putting sugar in his gas tank.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Matthew

  She frowned in her sleep when I separated from her body. I wanted to stay there with her in my arms all night and wake up beside her, make love to her again in the morning sunlight.

  Unfortunately, familial duty reared its ugly head, and I find myself creeping from Andy’s apartment like a thief in the night. Not wanting to seem like I was there for a booty call, I left her a note, and I’ll be calling her in the morning as well to make up for not doing it before.

  Locking her door behind me, I head to my truck and drive slowly away.

  She looked like an angel with the moonlight streaming in from the window, making her skin glow.

  I give my head a shake and begin the journey back to Dad’s.

  The streets are quiet at this time of night, giving me time to dwell on the thoughts I keep trying to put away. Andy’s mouth, hands, hips, ass. The sounds she made when I was inside her. As much as I need to keep her at arm’s length, Andy’s one of a kind, the type of woman you don’t let go of if you’re the lucky man she decides to let into her life.