Mercy: Second Chance Military Romance

by Abbi Hemp

  “Ohh,” he said, drawing out the word.

  “Can you help us with the luggage?”

  “Sure thing. I have a hotel room tonight, but if you need to get around, just give me a call.”

  “We’ll be in all night,” I said. “But come back first thing in the morning. We have a lot of work to do when we get back.”

  “And please call if something happens with my father,” Heidi added.

  “Will do.”

  He lifted our suitcases out of the back then carried them up to the front porch.

  “I got them from here,” I said. “You get some rest tonight too, okay?”

  “I’ll be getting about as much rest as you, boss.”

  After he walked back to the SUV and got in, I turned and unlocked the front door.

  “This place looks so nice,” she said as she walked inside.

  “It’s out of the way. When I need to relax, I come here.”

  “I bet you bring all the women here, don’t you?”

  “Actually, you’re the first woman who I’ve brought here.”

  “Get out of here,” she said. “I don’t believe you.”

  “It’s true. This place is special to me. And so are you.”

  I set our suitcases down next to the worn, brown couch in the living room.

  “I’ll take these upstairs to the bedroom later. Do you want a drink or something?”

  “I feel so weird drinking with so much going on.”

  “I’ll roll us a joint too. We need to think this through.”

  “I’m worried, Brent. For Dad, you, and me.”

  I stepped over to her and put my arm around her waist.

  “Hey now. It’s going to be okay. I promise. We’ll work it all out when we get back. It’s good to step away from a problem. Sometimes it leads to a surprising solution.”

  “I just don’t know what to do. Ron is dirty, and I think Keller is too. Why can’t he just leave us alone?”

  “Let me pour you a glass of wine.”

  As she glanced around, familiarizing herself with my secret getaway spot in the mountains, I went into the kitchen to pour us each a glass of wine.

  When I got back into the living room, I saw her sitting on the couch, leaning back all the way.

  “Here you go,” I said, handing her a glass.

  “Thank you.”

  I set the other glass down on the old, wooden coffee table in front of the couch before walking over to a bookshelf on the far wall where I kept my Volcano vaporizer.

  “You don’t see many of those these days,” she said as I picked it up and carried it over.

  “Classics never go out of style. The weed I have isn’t as strong as what we’ve been smoking, but it’s not bad.”

  “I don’t want to get too stoned. It makes me paranoid sometimes.”

  “We don’t have to smoke if you don’t want to.”

  “You go ahead. I’ll just drink my wine.”

  “More for me,” I said, plugging the machine into the wall.

  I sat down next to her and picked up my glass of wine.

  “To coming up with solutions.”

  “To finding the right answer.”

  After we clinked the glasses together, I took a long drink from mine.

  “You should just resign and let the chips fall where they may,” I said as the vaporizer warmed up.

  “I don’t know. It feels like there’s something we should do. Bad DEA agents are not good for America.”

  “We need to worry about each other.”

  She nodded then took another drink of wine.

  * * *

  An hour later, we were in the hot tub on the back patio of the cabin. The cold crisp air contrasted nicely with the warm water. We were both naked, wearing nothing but smiles. Our laughter filled the night as we relaxed and forgot about our problems for the moment. Things would get better.

  “This is so nice,” she said. “Thanks for bringing me.”

  “Thanks for coming. I’m usually alone up here, but it’s nice to have you.”

  “Yeah?” she asked, reached over and grabbing my cock under the water.

  “Yeah,” I said, sitting back and enjoying the sensation as she tugged on my dick.

  She climbed on my lap and stroked faster, getting me hard. I bent my head down and took one of her hard nipples into my mouth, sucking on it gently.

  “Bite it,” she said. “But not too hard.”

  I did as she said, nibbling at the dark nub. She lifted then lowered herself onto my hard cock. Her tight pussy made me forget about everything except her and the sensation of our bodies becoming one.

  She arched her back while bouncing up and down, grinding herself against my crotch. Our private parts were made for each other. I fit her perfectly.

  I leaned my head back and stared up at the stars as she rode me like her life depended on it. Unlike all the other women I’d fucked before, I actually felt a connection to Heidi.

  “Oh, Brent,” she moaned.

  The friction fueled my pleasure. Each time she lowered her pussy on my cock, I thought I might pop, but I held back, wanting to make sure she had an orgasm first.

  She leaned forward, pressing her bare breasts against my chest and nibbling on my earlobe.

  “I’m so close,” she whispered.

  With both arms wrapped around her, I squeezed tightly, never wanting to let go.

  “Yes…” she said, a faraway look on her face.

  I moved my hands to her ass, lifting her and thrusting upward to burrow into her even deeper.

  “Yes…Right there…That’s it…”

  Her moans pushed me closer to the edge. I let go of her ass and put one of my hands palm down on her beautifully chubby stomach. With my thumb, I rubbed the hood of her clitoris.

  “Oh, fuck,” she screamed.

  As she came, her body shook, causing her to squirm against me, her skin so soft, smooth and flawless. I continued thrusting in and out of her tight pussy, getting so close myself.

  “Come for me, baby,” she cooed into my ear.

  The sound of her voice coaxing me on took me over the edge.

  “Fuck!” I shouted, not caring what woodland creatures heard me.

  She looked deep into my eyes with a smile on her face as I came, my cock pulsating deep inside her.

  “Yes, baby,” she said, stroking my wet hair.

  I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips while still inside her. We enjoyed the afterglow with the stars and moon shining down on us. The heavenly bodies had nothing on her.

  THIRTY-THREE

  Heidi

  Threats and Consequences

  I never wanted to leave Brent’s cabin in the mountains, but we drove back to the city the next morning. After he dropped me off at my house to get my car, I drove to the DEA office to finish my resignation letter and turn it in.

  As soon as I walked through the door and got to my desk, Ron Glass walked up.

  “Keller wants to see you,” he said with an evil grin.

  Without saying anything to him, I got up and made my way to Keller’s office. Part of me wanted to just give him a resignation letter and walk away, but I had to talk to him.

  After making it to his office, I knocked once then walked in. He looked up from his desk with a look of disapproval on his face.

  “I just got in,” I said. “You wanted to see me?”

  “Sit down,” he ordered.

  I sat in an armchair across from him, ready for anything. Well, almost anything.

  “You’re suspended until further notice,” he said.

  “What? Why?”

  “You’re in a relationship with Brent Stone, the man you’re supposed to be watching.”’

  “This is bullshit, but you know what? I don’t care. This job meant something to me at one time. I was going to quit today anyway.”

  “There will be a formal investigation into the charges. If anything untoward is found, you will be prosecute
d to the fullest extent of the law.”

  Is Keller corrupt too? I wondered.

  He had never been nice to me, but this was above and beyond.

  “But I didn’t do anything! There’s no proof.”

  “We have a witness,” he said calmly.

  “Is it Ron? He’s the one you need to be looking into.”

  “You know I can’t discuss that with you.”

  Because you’re corrupt too?

  “Fine.” I got to my feet. “Either way, I’m not coming back here. If you think you have real evidence I’ve ever done something wrong, you can talk to my attorney.

  Full of fury, I left his office. A security guard stood outside, waiting for me. How long have they known they were going to do this? Nothing made sense to me anymore except for Brent.

  I drove straight to his house after being escorted out of the building.

  * * *

  When I made it to his house, I parked in front and walked up to the door while trying to control my emotions. Before I knocked, the door opened, and I saw Keifer standing in the doorway.

  “Heidi,” he said. “Good to see you.”

  “I need to see Brent, please.”

  “Come in. I’ll get him.”

  “Is he upstairs?”

  “Yeah. In the study.”

  “I know where to go.”

  “Okay, then,” he said.

  I waved then walked up the grand staircase at the front of the house. A minute later, I knocked on Brent’s study door then opened it. He looked up at me as I entered the room, shutting the door behind me. All the emotions going through my body poured out in that instant.

  “Are you okay?” he asked as he stood up and rushed over.

  “I’m fine. Keller suspended me today. He said they’re bringing charges against me.”

  “Against you? What the hell is wrong with him?”

  He hugged me tightly. I rested my head on his hard chest.

  “It will be okay,” he said.

  “How can you say that for sure?”

  “Because I love you, and I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

  We kissed.

  THIRTY-FOUR

  Heidi

  Follow Your Heart

  The next day, not having to go into the office, I went to talk to Dad alone. Brent wanted to go along, but I asked him to not go. He understood and didn’t give me any shit about it – another reason I found myself falling so hard for him.

  When I got to Dad’s house, I found him in the greenhouse, working away. He appeared content, but he had become good at hiding his emotions over the years. With everything going on, I didn’t want to face the thought of losing him.

  “Hey, Dad,” I said as I walked over to him.

  “Oh, hi. I wasn’t expecting you today.”

  “I just wanted to check on you. Brent has people watching, but…”

  “Yeah, I saw them,” he interrupted. “Brought them out some coffee earlier. Good guys.”

  “I’m glad. You’ve got me worried.”

  “You don’t need to worry about me, dear.”

  “But I do. After losing Mom, I’m not sure what would happen if I lost you.”

  He put his hand on my arm.

  “You’d be fine. Brent is a good guy.”

  “Yeah, I think so too.”

  “Did you quit today?”

  “I tried, but they suspended me and said they’re going to investigate.”

  “You haven’t done anything wrong!” he cried.

  “I know, but bad guys don’t play by the rules.”

  “This is bullshit,” he said, getting angrier.

  “Don’t get too excited. The last thing you need is to get your blood pressure up.”

  His hand dropped to his side.

  “You’re the smartest and most beautiful daughter I have.”

  “I’m your only daughter, Dad.”

  “I know.” He smiled. “Do you have time for a story?”

  “Sure, I guess. Can we go inside?”

  “Lead the way.”

  Once we got in the house, he went to the living room and sat down on his favorite recliner. I took a seat on the couch across from him, wondering what kind of story he had for me.

  “It’s about your mother,” he said, a serious look on his face.

  “What about her?” I asked.

  “We almost broke up before you were born.”

  I sat up on the edge of my seat.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Before you were born, your mother and I had problems. If you’re serious about Brent, you need to hear why.” He leaned back in the recliner. “It’s all about honesty.”

  I sat back too, ready to listen.

  “Your mother was a great woman, but when we first started seeing each other, both of us kept secrets from the other. I understand your situation is different, but I wanted to share with you the importance of being honest with the person you choose to the spend the rest of your life with. Do you understand?”

  I nodded, not saying a word.

  “Good. It’s easy to say you’re going to be honest, but when you’re in a relationship with someone, you’re going to want to keep some things to yourself. The wisdom comes in knowing what should be shared with your significant other.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Well, you want to hang onto your individuality, the reason Brent loves you, and that means you don’t have to share every single thought that crosses your mind. On the other hand, you want to make sure you don’t keep anything from him.” He leveled his gaze at me. “Are you sure this is the right man?”

  “I’m sure, Dad. He’s the one for me.”

  “That makes me happy,” he said. “As long as it’s true.”

  “You’re funny,” I said then smiled.

  “You staying long enough to eat a meal with me this time? You can’t use work as an excuse anymore.”

  “I’ll stay, but only if you make my favorite.”

  “You know I make the worse lasagna in the world.”

  I laughed. “Yeah, but it’s made with love.”

  “I don’t think I have everything I need…”

  “It’s okay,” I said. “I’m just happy to be spending time with you.”

  “You’ve grown into such a fine woman,” he said.

  “And you’re a big part of the reason why. Don’t ever think I don’t know that.”

  “Let’s see what I can find in the kitchen to whip up.” He got to his feet. “Where’s Brent at today?”

  “I told him I wanted to spend some time alone with you.”

  He nodded. “He’s a good man.”

  “He is…”

  We made our way into his kitchen. I sat at the table and watched as he moved about, trying to decide on what to cook us for dinner. None of my problems had gone away, but spending time with Dad always made me feel better.

  THIRTY-FIVE

  Brent

  Tough Decisions

  As I sat in my study thinking of the best way to propose to Heidi, Keifer came in.

  “Hey, boss. There’s someone here to see you.”

  “Who?” I asked, standing up. “I’m not expecting anyone.”

  “It’s that guy from the DEA.”

  What the hell is Ron doing here?

  “Thanks. I’m coming down now. Stick around. I’m not sure what this guy is up to, okay?”

  He nodded. We walked downstairs where Ron stood next to the front door.

  “Nice place you have here,” he said as I approached. “Be a shame to lose it all.”

  “I’m sick of this shit,” I said. “Did you have anything to do with Heidi being suspended?”

  “I told you that if you don’t work with me and my partners, your life is going to shit. Didn’t you believe me?”

  “No. And I still don’t.”

  I stared directly in his eyes, not backing down or showing any fear.

  “You’re not a
dumb man, Mr. Stone. Why are you fighting me on this?”

  “You have a lot of nerve coming to my home and threatening me.”

  “I’m not threatening you at all, merely sharing the facts with you.”

  “The fact you need to worry about is that you should leave Heidi, her dad, and me alone.”

  “Maybe you’re not as smart as I thought,” he said confidently.

  I moved forward an inch, invading his space. He stepped back.

  “I’m leaving now, but you should think about it. All your problems would go away, and you’d become a rich man. If nothing else, do it for Heidi if you truly love the little tramp.”

  My arm moved instinctively as I slapped him across the face.

  “Get the fuck out of my house before I take care of you.”

  “Threatening a government agent is not going to help,” he said, rubbing his red cheek.

  I pointed to the door.

  “Leave. Now. Final warning.”

  Keifer stepped forward, huge arms crossed over his chest.

  “Very well,” Ron said. “If I don’t hear from you within twenty-four hours, it’s your funeral.”

  After he left, I turned to Keifer.

  “Double the security on Heidi and her dad.”

  “It’s going to cost…”

  “I don’t care,” I interrupted. “Get it done.”

  I went upstairs. In my study, I sat down and got out my phone. The sight of Heidi on the screen as I pulled up her information in my contact list helped me calm down. She would be safe on her own, but I felt better if she stayed with me until we figured out what to do.

  My attorneys were still recommending I either cut off all contact with her or contact the Department of Homeland Security to let them know about the rogue agents at the local DEA branch. I still hadn’t called them because I wanted to take care of it on my own and protect Heidi.

  I tapped the send call button and put the phone to my ear. She answered on the second ring.

  “Hey, Brent. I’m at Dad’s. What’s up.”

  “Ron just came to see me again.”

  “Are you okay? What did he do?”