by K E Osborn
Our bodies relax, and we’re both panting so hard I can barely breathe. Our foreheads push together as her hands trail lightly up and down my arms, and it feels like fucking heaven on my tingling skin. She clenches her pussy and I jolt, making me come a little bit more as I chuckle that she can even do that.
“Shit!” I murmur, finally opening my eyes and looking into her green orbs that are sparkling bright and already looking right at me.
She leans in quickly pressing her lips to mine then pulls back with me still buried inside of her. “Everything about that was awesome, incredible, spectacular, marvelous—”
I lean in and kiss her, stopping her tirade of compliments with a smile on my face but then pull back which causes my cock to fall out of her as I take a step back.
She jumps down from the bench and pushes me so fast I don’t have time to react before she grabs me, and shoves me against the wall. My back thumps against the tiles with a thud as she presses her palms onto my chest. Normally, I like to be the dominant one when naked, but hey, I’m okay with a little role reversal now and again. My cock begins to harden, and she groans and moves in pressing her naked body against mine. Her flushed pink skin is so warm against me, as my hand runs up and into the back of her hair, just how she likes it, and I grip hard pulling her head back, opening her neck to me. I move in planting a hard kiss on her throat making her gasp as I lick up to her ear and bite just under her earlobe.
I move my lips to hers and kiss her hard, full of passion and want.
She’s mine, and no one can get in the way of that.
Not Jett.
Not Luke.
Not even us.
Suddenly, a thought pops into my head as I pull back, looking down at Effa’s stunningly naked body.
We just fucked without protection.
What the fuck was I thinking.
Chapter Fifteen
EFFA
Mercs pulls back from our passionate kiss and looks down at me like he’s had a sudden thought. His brows furrow and he looks shell-shocked like something’s scaring the shit out of him. I bring my hand in to caress his face causing his eyes to drift back up to meet mine.
“Mercs, what’s going on?”
He swallows hard. “I was stupid, I got caught up, I’m so sorry,” he rasps pulling me to him tighter.
“I’m not following?” I ask confused.
He exhales and grimaces cracking his neck to the side like he’s uncomfortable. “I didn’t wrap it up and came inside you.”
Leaning my head against his warm flesh, I cuddle into him. His heart beats so frantically beneath his chest, I can actually feel it against my ear. His inner panic is cute, poor guy.
“Mercs, stop panicking—”
“You’re right. Shit! I can run out and get you the morning after pill. It’s no biggie… right?”
With a giggle, I squeeze him tighter, trying to send some calming energy through into him. “I won’t need one, Mercs. I’m on the daily pill, you goose. I’m covered. And if you’re worried about me being clean, you’re the first guy I’ve gone bareback with, in like ever. So yeah, I’m clean.”
His breathing calms, as his arms tighten around me, and then run up and down my back soothingly, tracing small circles as they go. He lets out a deep sigh. “You could have led with that you know?”
“It’s fun to watch you squirm.”
I pull back as I look up into his eyes.
He looks down at me, and that energy is there again, it surges and crackles in the air, pulsing and vibrating through the atmosphere, threatening to start this all over again.
“Now, we just have to deal with Luke. I’m pretty sure he’s not going to approve of us being together,” Mercs states.
“No, probably not. But we’re happy, and that’s all that counts.”
He moves his hands to my ass giving a little squeeze, I smile as he winks at me. “I’m more than happy we’ve been able to scratch this itch and now we’re on the right track.”
Taking a deep breath and smile. “You’re so romantic, I’m overwhelmed with your hearts and flowers,” I say and then giggle.
“Well, I’m the last of the romantics and all.” He chuckles.
“I hope you’re ready ‘cause we’re going to go and tell the others about us being together.”
“Do you think that’s a good idea?”
“You’d rather run around and hide? Or have it out in the open so everyone knows and we can just be together?”
“Fine. Personally I want to stay in this bubble we’ve created here in the bathroom for a while longer, but Luke can burst it now. And you can blow me…” he pauses for effect, “… a new bubble later,” he teases with a wide smirk.
Rolling my eyes, I break free, turning to look for my panties.
“Get dressed, and if you’re lucky I’ll let you service me later as punishment for being a smart ass.”
“Not sure that’s punishment. I’ll enjoy that as much as you will.”
“Then, in that case, we will definitely go with that option.” I chuckle tapping him on his ass.
“Shouldn’t I be slapping your ass?”
“Only if it’s foreplay.”
His eyes bug out of his head, and he grins salaciously as I continue to gather my clothing and start getting dressed, trying to ignore the fact that he’s beginning to become hard again.
“You’d let me slap your ass during sex?”
I turn my head and raise my brow. “Oh Mercs, I’d let you do anything you wanted to do to me… I trust you.”
His hand moves to his cock, and he strokes it a couple of times to relieve the tension obviously. I smile as I move back over to him, drawing my bottom lip in by my teeth and stare at him innocently as he strokes himself.
“Fuck Effa, you can’t say shit like that when we’re supposed to be getting dressed.”
I lean up on my toes and plant a chaste kiss on his lips, and then drop to my knees in front of him. He looks down at me, but continues to stroke his cock, now seeming even more worked up with me being on my knees in front of him. I’m not doing anything, just kneeling before him, my eyes in front watching him. It’s profoundly erotic and sensual as he pulls on himself working himself up.
A bead of precum forms on the tip of his cock, and I swallow hard knowing he’s close, so I move my hands to the sides of his thighs and run them up his legs sensually. He groans as his free hand moves to the top of my head. He doesn’t force me to him, just holds my hair in his usual way as I continue to stare at his throbbing cock as he strokes it right in front of my face.
Mercs’ breaths come in short and sharp as he starts to jolt and I know he’s right on the edge, so I push forward, smoothing my lips just over the tip of his cock. He lets out a deep throaty growl, it’s primal, animalistic, sexy as hell, as he explodes into my mouth. His hot cum shoots straight to the back of my throat, the salty texture, warm and inviting. I don’t hesitate and swallow it down, tasting him and loving every second of it.
He empties himself, and his body goes limp as he exhales and pulls his tip out of my mouth. His arms reach down under my arms, hoisting me up, and I smile as I wipe my mouth but his lips are on mine before I even have a chance to say anything. He kisses me strongly, and I love that he isn’t scared to kiss me even though I’ve just had his spunk in my mouth. It takes a brave man to do that.
Pulling back, I look at him. “Fuck that was hot, Effa. You watching me like that, it turned me on hardcore.”
“Happy to help. But seriously, we need to fill in Luke… not about the sex, but about us.”
“The sex… that’s for you and me only. Your pussy is reserved exclusively for my cock. You get that?”
I smirk. “Okay Mr. Bossy Pants, I get it. But seriously, this time, get dressed,” I demand.
He nods. “Yes, ma’am.” He leans in kissing me quickly and then bends down to grab his briefs as I pick my clothes back up and begin to get dressed.
He watches me the e
ntire time, his eyes heavy like he’s disappointed to see me covering my body, and I like that I hold that power over him. But right now, I need to focus and stop thinking about round two and start thinking about how I’m going to tackle this with Luke.
Silence falls over the bathroom, and all I can do is smile. I yank up my shorts and turn around to look at Mercs who’s pulling his shirt over his head.
“I never would have thought this plane trip could be so good.” I giggle.
“Yeah, I’ve always wanted to join the ‘Mile High Club.’” He chuckles.
I snort out a laugh. “Geez, is sex all you ever think about?”
“When you’re around me… yes.”
The bathroom door opens, and Mercs and I both swing our heads around. I’d completely forgotten in the heat of the moment that the door was shut, but we didn’t lock it. Luckily we’re both fully dressed sans a shoe each as Andi steps in, her eyes bugging out noticing us both standing in the middle of the room trying to pull our shoes on. She looks from me to Mercs then back to me, and she shakes her head.
“No… oh hell… no,” she blurts out, throwing her hands in the air as her face screws up in a look of anger, or disgust, I’m not sure which one.
I stand up straight as I take a deep breath.
She steps into the bathroom completely glaring at me, her hands on her hips like a mother about to scold her child. “Effa, we made a pact. We said no one would screw Mercs, and for a good reason. And you… you were the instigator of said pact. We can’t lose him, and now you’re what? Secretly fucking him behind our backs?”
“It’s not like that, Andi,” Mercs butts in, as Andi spins on her heels giving him a death stare.
“Stay out of this, bright spark. Effa, you could ruin everything because you can’t keep your fucking legs shut—”
“Hold on a minute—”
“I’m. Not. Done!” Andi interrupts Mercs by holding up her hand to his face.
He was trying to defend me. I weakly smile at him for attempting to do the right thing.
Andi keeps her hand in Mercs’ face but turns her head back to look at me. “You may like him. Hell, you may have feelings for him. But this will end in heartache, one way or another, and then he’ll be forced to leave us.” Her eyes bore into mine. “Hell, this isn’t just about you, Effa. Mercs is part of us all, and we all want him around, not just you. You fuck this up… this is on you. I’m seriously against this. I’m not on your side. At. All. Whether this is a casual fuck or something more, I will not back you. It should end now before someone gets hurt.”
Steadying myself and standing taller, I look her in her hard eyes and sigh. “Andi, we’re together as a couple. You’re not going to change that with your harsh words. I know I said he was off limits. I know that was me. I know I’m the one breaking my own rules here, but sometimes when you care for someone like I care about Kaden, then sometimes you have to break the fucking rules.”
She drops her hand from in front of his face as Mercs nods obviously liking what I’ve said.
“Andi. I made a promise to Effa that no matter what happens between us, no matter if a shitstorm comes, I won’t abandon the tour. That promise stands. I won’t leave you guys high and dry. I have a contract, and I will always honor that. I’m here for the long haul, you have my word,” Mercs affirms.
Andi scoffs. “Words mean shit. Actions say everything,” she sneers, turning and storming out of the bathroom.
Swallowing hard, I look to Mercs to try and gauge where his head is at right now. All he does is smile and shake his head. “It’s fine, Effa… I mean, I had an idea you guys made a no-go zone of me, but I’m glad you broke your own rules.”
Pulling on my other boot as he puts on his Converse, I smile and quickly stand up walking to him and wrapping my arms around his waist and nuzzling my head into his chest. He runs his hands up my back soothing me, and he presses his lips into the top of my head.
“I’m glad I broke it, too. I expected that shit from Luke, but not quite as harsh from Andi. Are you ready to go face the wrath of typhoon Luke?” I ask while holding him a little tighter.
He chuckles and nods. “Yeah, let’s just do this.”
Detaching from him, I reach out for his hand. He smiles lacing his fingers in mine but brings his other hand up to smooth my hair. I guess it looked a mess from our playtime.
“Thank you.”
He nods. “Can’t have you going out there with just fucked hair now, can we?”
Chuckling, I step up to the door and take a breath to steady my nerves. I could do with some positive calming energy myself right about now. I open the door and walk out into the small hall. No one is here which is good, and I lead Mercs into the main area, past Swift Division who always are seated down the back.
Jett looks up at us, but doesn’t react. Mercs’ hand tightens in mine as we edge past them and move further down toward the front, walking past the crew. Tank and Jay spot us first holding holds, and they smile wide.
“Woohoo, it’s about time you guys came out of the bathroom,” Tank calls out making the girls and Luke turn back to look at us. Now, basically, the entire jet’s contents is looking at us, and I suddenly feel a little self-conscious.
I never feel self-conscious.
I look straight at Luke who has a pen dangling from his mouth as he chews on it harshly. His eyebrows narrow and his eyes burn with an intensity I haven’t seen from him in a long time. I pick up my pace as I walk up to him with Mercs attached to my hand.
Luke’s steely glare meets my eyes, and it pierces right through my soul making me feel like an adolescent teenager, as he pulls the pen from his mouth with a pop and sits back in his chair rubbing his mouth but continues to say nothing.
Alana’s face contorts with concern, and she leans forward watching the standoff between the three of us.
Mercs steadies his shoulders and starts talking. “Luke, I know you wanted us to stay away from each other, but we’re not teenagers being told what to do by our parents. We’re adults, and can make our own decisions. If we fuck this up, that’s on us, but I want to give this a go with Vespa.”
Alana opens her eyes wide but then gives us a sly smile as Mercs uses my real name. Alana knows I don’t let many people know what it is.
“I’m not going into this for a fling, or for a four-month long relationship, Luke. I want to be with her for as long as she can stand to be with me. Will I make mistakes? Yes. Will she… definitely. But trying to keep us apart will only make it harder. We like each other, there’s a chemical attraction, and I’m not going to stay away. So you can either let this happen, let Effa and me find out in our own way, or, if you don’t like it, you can fire me and find a new lighting tech… choice is yours.”
My head snaps to the side to glare at Mercs. This was not the plan. He wasn’t supposed to tell Luke to fire him.
Fucking hell. Luke will probably be so pissed off right now that he will fire him.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuckidy fuck!
The entire plane falls into a dead silence. My grip on Mercs’ hand tightens into a death grip. I’m squeezing him so hard, I feel like I must be cutting off his circulation as Luke looks from my panicked face to Mercs’ stoic and controlled face. Mercs is serious, he would give up his job if it meant we got to be together. It fills me with warmth to know how he really feels.
Luke clicks his tongue to the roof of his mouth and lets out a long exhale, glancing from me to Mercs as he licks his lips. The tension in the air ripples between us as he stares us down, making us wait for him to say something, anything. My pulse races, beating frantically, beat after beat after beat of panicked adrenaline.
Luke’s mulling things over in his head, you can practically see the cogs turning in his mind as his eyes glare up at Mercs, who doesn’t break his stern stare right back at Luke. It’s a question of will, and who has the power right now. I have no idea who’s winning, all I know is this is doing my fucking head in, and if someone doesn�
��t talk soon to break the anxiety, my heart is going to explode.
Luke flares his nostrils and grunts. “Okay,” he murmurs a single word and turns back to what he was doing.
Mercs smiles and I shake my head wondering if I’ve heard right. “Sorry what?” I ask as Mercs tightens his hand on mine as a warning.
Luke doesn’t look up. “I said… okay. Don’t push it, Effa. I’m not happy about this, and I sure as hell don’t condone it. But Mercs, you sound sincere and if you truly care about Effa like you say you do, and you treat her right, then don’t fuck it up is all I have to say. And don’t come crawling to me when things do go ass up—”
“You gotta be kidding me?” Andi calls out from the seat behind Luke, as Casey tugs on her arm to pull her into line. “This is a fucking joke, right?” Andi murmurs under her breath as she pulls on her headphones and turns to face the window looking out to the sky.
“Thank you, Luke. Like I told Andi, even if the worst happens and Effa and I do break up, I won’t leave the tour. I will honor my contract to the end,” Mercs reaffirms.
Luke scratches his forehead and nods. “Good to know. Now will you two fuck off, I have things to plan,” he grunts.
I smile at Alana who grins at me as Luke starts writing on his notepad. We head down the plane and toward the back section where there’s a spare row of two seats next to Swift Division. Mercs slides in next to the window, and I take the aisle seat as he wraps his arm around my shoulders pulling me to him, and leans in kissing my head as I take a deep centering breath.
“That was intense,” I murmur and he chuckles.
“Yeah. I was worried about Luke to begin with, but I think I have figured him out. If you throw back the same crap he throws at you, he respects you for it. He likes honesty, so that’s how I have to be with him. He doesn’t like weakness.”
“Yeah, that sounds like Luke.”
