Mercy: Second Chance Military Romance

by Abbi Hemp

  The feeling of his strong hands on my ass, holding me upside down, made me feel safe, comfortable, and so close to coming.

  I wrapped my lips around his cock while holding it at the base with one hand. He increased his efforts as I sucked, bringing me even closer to orgasm.

  “Fuck,” I said, still stroking him. “Right there…”

  He found my spot, switching up the action of his tongue. I came suddenly, my body tingling and shaking as my breasts pressed against his stomach.

  “Oh, stop!” I said, so sensitive.

  After setting me down carefully on the bed, I stared up at him, my breaths coming so fast. He slipped on a condom then grabbed my legs and pulled me forward to the edge of the bed.

  Staring into the windows to my soul, he penetrated me in one quick motion. I thought I was going to come again right away, but the pleasure washed over me in waves.

  I loved the way his brow furrowed as he plunged into me faster and harder. Joy exploded within me as I found myself building toward another orgasm. So soon?

  “James.”

  When I said his name, it was like a magic spell that would grant me eternal happiness, or at least ecstasy for a few precious minutes. The bed rocked as he fucked me with that hard cock, rocked my body as if he’d been created to pleasure me.

  He pulled out and grunted, “Turn over.”

  Sad he wasn’t inside me anymore, I did as he said, my legs dangling over the edge of the bed, giving him easy access to everything.

  I sighed as he rubbed the tip of his dick over my pussy lips before thrusting into me again. Whenever he did, I felt like the world finally made sense.

  My breasts were pressed against the mattress. Every time he pushed inside me, my entire body moved forward a bit. He was so big. A beast. My treat.

  “I’m coming,” he said. “I’m right there…”

  “Yes, baby,” I said, feeling myself getting closer as well.

  His cock swelled inside me as his thrusts slowed and he shouted out, “Fuck yes!”

  I smiled at the sensation of his throbbing cock still sliding in and out.

  “Haley…”

  He pulled out. I rolled over, scooting back on the bed.

  “Did you come?” he asked.

  I shook my head.

  “It’s okay, I did before.”

  “No, it’s not okay.”

  He pounced forward, crawling on the bed between my legs as if the only thing to save the entire world was making me come with his tongue.

  I moaned, loudly, as he furiously licked me. When he stuck two fingers inside me, I knew I wouldn’t last very long. He slid them in and out while still licking my clit.

  “Yes, yes, yes!”

  Another orgasm washed over my body. I arched my back, pushing my pussy up and into his face, not wanting the moment to end.

  He propped himself up with his forearms and smiled at me. I saw my juices on his face, that cute face of his. Tears formed in my eyes as emotions overwhelmed me.

  “Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, his demeanor changing as he moved up my body.

  “I’m just so damn happy.”

  That cock-sure grin I loved slid onto his face.

  “Me too, Haley. And damn hungry too. You want to go get lunch on campus?”

  I nodded.

  “We can talk.”

  “Yeah. I’d like that. Fucking is fun and all, but I want to know everything about you.”

  “Even the bad and crazy stuff?” I said then sniffed.

  He wiped the tears from my face with his thumb.

  “Everything.”

  We kissed before cleaning up and getting dressed. I found myself falling even deeper in love with James, something I hadn’t thought possible.

  * * *

  The day got even better when we reached Papa Jack’s on campus. James held the door open, making me feel like a modern day princess.

  Heads turned as we walked in side by side, but no one dared say a word as the star player of the football team took me to the best booth.

  I sat down on a bench and scooted over. He took the spot right next to me. As if he were royalty, a waitress appeared and took our order.

  “I’ve never had service that fast here before,” I said.

  “Didn’t you say you stayed out of this place?”

  “Well, yeah, but the few times I was here.”

  He nodded his head as we looked at each other.

  “So, what are we going to do about the Tabby situation?”

  I smiled at the word “we.”

  “Well, I should move out right away, but I have nowhere else to go. And I feel sorry for her. She’s not going to be able to come up with the money to break the lease.”

  “Is your name on it?”

  “Yeah, but I’ve got some money saved up. I can pay a few months to get out of there, but I still don’t have anywhere to go.”

  “You could move in with me?”

  “And Curtis and your other roommates? No thank you.”

  He laughed.

  “They’re not that bad.”

  “It’s going to be a big enough adjustment living with you.”

  “Oh, yeah? You think so?”

  I felt his hand rubbing my back.

  “You don’t?”

  He glanced away a moment.

  “Yeah, I guess it freaks me out too. We fight so much.”

  “Over stupid stuff,” I said.

  “Mostly stupid.”

  “I didn’t mean like unimportant stupid. Tabby is causing a lot of drama. I thought I could trust her, but now…”

  My voice trailed off.

  “You don’t trust her anymore?”

  “No, and I do trust you.” I stared into his eyes. “Can I trust you?”

  He answered with a kiss as the waitress returned with our medium pineapple and ham pizza and pitcher of iced tea. The smell reminded me of my hunger.

  “Thank you,” James said to the waitress.

  She walked away.

  “It smells so good.”

  “I’m addicted to this stuff. I’ll have to work out longer tomorrow, but it’s worth it.”

  I grabbed a slice and transferred it to one of the two paper plates the waitress had left.

  “We need to agree that Tabby isn’t going to come between us.”

  “That’s up to you, too. If I recall, you’re the one…”

  “Okay,” I said, cutting him off. “I’m to blame too. We both let her manipulate us.”

  He picked up a slice and took a bite off the end, cheese trailing from his mouth. After sprinkling some parmesan cheese on mine, I bit off a healthy-sized piece.

  “Mmmm…” I said, breaking off the stringy cheese.

  We enjoyed the meal and each other’s company. At the end, he pushed the half-eaten pie across the table and belched. I elbowed him.

  “I need to teach you some manners.”

  “Only if you let me teach you how to wield a sword.”

  I smiled at the image of me with a weapon.

  “I’m not sure I could handle it.”

  “You never know. A special woman like you is bound to have a lot of hidden talents.”

  “There you go with the compliments.”

  “I can stop.”

  “Please don’t.”

  He showed those perfect teeth, so straight and white.

  “You want to come back to my place?” he asked.

  I sighed, thinking of what was waiting for me back at my apartment.

  “No, I should go to my place and let Tabby know I’m moving out. Maybe I can find someone who wants to sublet their room or something.”

  “Maybe. I’ll ask around.”

  “Thanks,” I said. “For everything.”

  “Don’t mention it.”

  He scooted off the bench and stood up. As I looked up at him, the smile vanished from his face. I craned my neck to see over the back of the booth.

  “Hey, Coach,” James said. />
  Crap, crap, crap.

  “James. I heard you might be here.”

  “Heard from who?”

  “Doesn’t matter. You know my team rules, right?”

  “Yes, Coach.”

  “And you’re breaking one of them right now. That’s not good for you.”

  I glanced around the dining room, seeing quite a few people looking at us, but I didn’t recognize any of them. Had one of them called the football coach on us? What was the big deal, anyway?

  “Hello,” I said, standing up and offering my hand. “I’m…”

  “This is my cousin Haley,” James blurted out.

  “Your cousin, huh?”

  The coach turned his attention to me. I smiled and bent my elbow to raise my hand close to my chest in a mini-wave.

  “I’m his cousin. Nice to finally meet you.”

  “You better not be lying to me, James.”

  “I’m not, Coach. I know your rules, and I appreciate you helping me go pro.”

  “I know a lot of people,” he said. “And my rules are in place for a reason. I can’t have you go making a fool of me, now can I?”

  “No, Coach.”

  “I should go,” I said. “Talk to you at the family reunion, cuz.”

  He nodded his head at me. I walked away, wondering what the hell had just happened. Was it really that serious? None of it made sense.

  On the way home, the confusion turned to anger. Had James really chosen football over me? Was that stupid ball of his more important than me?

  I stopped thinking clearly as I got worked up the closer I got to my apartment. Would I not be moving after all? All the drama pissed me off.

  Why can’t love be simple and pure?

  THIRTY

  Haley

  The moment I walked in our apartment, I made up my mind to leave as soon as possible. Tabby and a group of her friends were sitting in our living room. She lifted a wine bottle in the air when she noticed me. I glared at her, not saying a word.

  “Hey, Haley baby. Come join us.”

  “Everyone needs to leave,” I said sternly.

  The half-dozen people crammed into our tiny living room sighed and booed me, but I didn’t care as I pointed a finger at the door.

  “Now!”

  “This is my apartment too,” Tabby said drunkenly. “You can’t do this shit to me.”

  “I’m not going to tell you guys again.”

  The others stumbled to their feet, looking back and forth between Tabby and me. She defiantly took another drink. Her friends turned to me.

  “I’m calling the landlord. You know there’s no partying allowed here.”

  “This isn’t a party,” Tabby whined. “You’re such a stuck-up bitch.”

  Some guy in a green turtleneck sweater laughed. I shot him a look that sent him scurrying to the door. Tabby walked over to me.

  I smelled marijuana, clove cigarettes, and cheap wine coming off her clothes and out of her mouth. As she stared into my eyes in a threatening manner, I decided to move out the next morning, no matter what it took.

  “Let’s go guys. We’ll party on campus. My roommate’s being a bitch.”

  She broke eye contact with me and stumbled toward the door. The others followed. When they were all finally outside, I twisted the latch.

  I hoped she wouldn’t come back, at least not that night. As I surveyed the damage they’d done to the apartment, I took a deep breath.

  I’ll take care of it in the morning.

  While tempting, it was still early, and I wouldn’t be able to study with the living room still trashed. I walked over to my recliner and saw someone had spilled wine on it.

  “Shit!” I screamed.

  A guy who had been laying behind it, out of view, sat up and glanced around with a look of confusion on his face.

  “Who the hell are you?” I asked.

  “Oh, hey. I’m Timbo. Where’s Tabby at?”

  “Get out of my apartment! Now!”

  He grabbed the arm of the recliner and got to his feet. I stood a few feet away, hands angrily crossed over my chest. I watched as he left.

  After locking the door behind him, I made a sweep of the house, looking for any other stragglers. Even though I hadn’t found anyone, I still got even angrier.

  She’s nuts. I’m out of here tomorrow no matter what.

  I left the mess for her to clean up and retreated to my room. Studying was the last thing I wanted to be doing, but I had to keep my grades up.

  To pay for my own room, I might have to work extra hours, which would mean less time for studying in the future. Better to be ahead, I reasoned.

  Did James worry about the same things as me? Or had life always handed him everything he wanted on a silver platter? The way he acted sometimes, I wondered.

  I pushed him out of my thoughts and hit the books hard, fast, and without protection. Later that evening, as I laid in bed, I imagined what it would be like to have James as a husband.

  Would being the wife of a sports star make my own dreams less relevant? Couldn’t he play professional football while I studied to get my advanced Doctor of Nursing Practice degree.

  Reality, thankfully, slipped away and dreams entertained and enlightened me the rest of the night. In them, James played a huge role, the hero and the villain at the same time.

  * * *

  I woke the next morning to the sound of someone banging on the door. If that’s Tabby, I’m going to kill her, I thought as I threw back my covers.

  They banged again, more insistently.

  “I’m coming!” I yelled, never a morning person.

  When I flung the door open, ready to yell at my so-called roommate, I froze at the sight of a campus cop.

  “You Haley Harrison?” he asked, pen poised above a pad of paper.

  “Um, yeah. Why?”

  “Where were you two nights ago?”

  “I’m no law major, but if I’m not under arrest, I don’t think you have a right to ask me that question.”

  He scribbled something onto the paper.

  “Look, miss. You’re possibly in a lot of trouble.”

  “Possibly?”

  “Your friend Tabby really hurt someone the other night. She’s saying you were there with her and that it was your idea to attack the woman.”

  “Attack who?” I asked, utterly confused.

  “Where were you two nights ago?”

  “It’s none of your business.”

  If word got out that James and I were in a relationship, his coach might get upset and fuck with his time on the field or something else. His scholarship depended on him playing, and I certainly didn’t want him to lose any help he might get for going pro after he graduated.

  “You’re going to have to come with me down to the station.”

  “That’s fine,” I said. “I’ll be calling my attorney.”

  “It’s certainly your right.”

  “Can I get dressed, at least?”

  “I’ll have to come in.”

  I sighed.

  “This is nuts. I’m getting ready to move out on Tabby because she’s been lying about a lot of things.” He stared at me, not looking convinced. “She’s probably lying about this.”

  “If you gave me an alibi, it would help.”

  “I’m not telling you anything.”

  “Very well. We’re going to the station then.”

  “Fine.”

  “Exactly.”

  “Perfect.”

  Hah! I got the last word.

  I spun around and went inside. He followed after me, waiting in the living room as I went to get out of my pajamas and into something a little more suitable for police questioning. Were they even real police? I wasn’t sure. And an attorney! I did not have one on speed dial.

  Tabby is so going to pay for this.

  THIRTY-ONE

  James

  I stared down at my phone. She’s not answering my calls or texts again? Playing games
with me? After we had opened up to each other? Or is something wrong?

  Teddy walked in the kitchen as I leaned against the counter in front of the sink.

  “Hey, glad I caught you.”

  “What’s up?”

  “Have you heard about Haley?”

  I stood up straight.

  “Did something happen?”

  “All I’ve heard in the newsroom is that she’s in trouble for attacking some woman with Tabby two nights ago.”

  “That makes no sense,” I said, shaking my head. “She was with me that night.”

  “From what a reporter told me, she’s not saying anything to them, which is pissing the cops off even more. I think she’s protecting you, man. Didn’t you say your coach saw you two together at Papa Jack’s and you lied to him about her?”

  “Yeah,” I said. “But how would he find out if she tells them she was with me.”

  “Fucking journalists, man. We’ll do anything to get clicks these days, even something like who a big star like you is dating.”

  “That’s messed up, bro.”

  “Tell me about it. I’m seriously thinking about switching majors.”

  “Why would she not tell them?”

  “She’s protecting you, man. That’s damn rare.”

  “Yeah,” I said absent-mindedly. “Thanks for watching out.”

  “No problem. I’ll see you back at the house.”

  I nodded my head.

  “Catch you later, bro.”

  After he left the kitchen, I walked to the stadium for evening practice.

  While I hoped she was okay, I couldn’t be late again or Coach would go nuts. The closer I got to graduating and going pro, the tougher he’d gotten with me. If I had problems handling what he gave me, though, I’d never make it in the pros.

  As I walked across campus toward the stadium, I hoped Haley would be okay. Would she understand my future career was at stake? Did football mean more to me than love? The questions haunted me the entire way.

  * * *

  At practice, I found it difficult to concentrate. Was Haley okay? Should I do something to help her? I hated not being able to go until I finished with football for the day.

  Coach noticed my sub-par performance and called me over as the other guys headed back to the locker room. I walked over to him, ready to just get it over with.