Have Mercy (Merciless Book 1)

by Trista Jaszczak

  I make a weak attempt to hide my face in my drink. “I have had two of these, what do you expect.”

  He laughs, “Three, as you have completely chugged that one.”

  I look down and suddenly I see that my glass is dry with two olives remaining. He picks up the plastic skewer and smiles as he brings it to my mouth, “Open wide.”

  I feel a little odd letting him feed me in a public place but I obey and open my mouth anyways. I happily eat the olives and I feel the warm dizzying feeling from the gin washing over me. I look at Ryder again and he smiles. Shit. If he keeps this up I’m in a heap of trouble.

  I shake out of my thoughts, “I really should go, if I don’t go now my legs will never be able to carry me home.”

  “Do you really think I’m letting you walk home like this?” He asks, leaning forward to pull his wallet from his pocket.

  “Like what?” I ask, raising an eye brow.

  “Buzzed and looking gorgeous,” he tells me, “I don’t think so.” He places two fifties on the bar and tells Denny to keep the change.

  I shoot him a dirty look, “Like I can’t get myself home.”

  He shakes his head, “I never said that, but it’s dark, you’re near drunk and alone. I’m not about to let you leave like that. I’ll walk with you.” He says, standing up and reaching for my coat tag, “Sit tight, I’ll get your coat.”

  Before I can even open my mouth, he’s already heading towards to the coat room. I can barely speak. I’ve never had a man so…so…bossy. Okay, so maybe bossy isn’t the word for it, but he’s the one in control right now and I do not like it. Besides, it’s just plain weird to have a man actually do nice things for me. I can’t help but to watch him, though, as he trails up to the coat room and retrieves my coat. He is gorgeous, but part of me is infuriated by his controlling demeanor. Part of me finds it sexy, and obviously that part of me is not thinking clearly. The woman in me certainly doesn’t mind looking, though. He’s trouble though. All men are trouble. As he returns he holds up my coat for inspection and I give him a nod as I slip down from the padded stool. Now, I can tell why he said I was buzzed. My brain and my legs are both certainly wobbly from the three martinis.

  He lets out a slight laugh, “Are you sure you can even walk or should I call a cab?”

  I look at him and shrug, “I guess we’ll find out.”

  He begins helping me into my coat as Denny catches our attention, “Mercy, are you all right leaving with Ryder?”

  I give him a nod, “You know him and he’s a detective, if I go missing, report him.” I shoot him a wink and he nods, as he walks off to refill another drink.

  I feel myself stumble as I try to gain my balance. Ryder catches me quickly, his face so close to mine that I can smell the beer on his breath. He smiles, “I bet if I kissed you I could taste the gin on your lips.”

  “Whoa, whoa, big boy,” I say, “I’m just unsteady, I don’t need mouth-to-mouth.”

  He gives me a smile, “I might.”

  I give him a playful swat. “Are you getting me home or what, Detective?” I laugh, “I did just down three martinis.”

  He smiles, “I just have to lock up my truck and then you lead the way.”

  “Is Denny okay with you leaving it here?” I ask.

  He nods, “Denny and I are good friends.”

  I give him a smile as his hand finds my lower back as we head towards the exit. For some reason I feel my cheeks grow warm, whether it be from Ryder’s touch or the alcohol, either way it’s making me have some less than impure thoughts. I shake out of it as the chilly air whacks me in the face. I take a deep breath, letting the fresh air give me a nice jolt of reality. Every single man in my life has only hurt me. If I could expect anything from Ryder it would be heartache. Which is why I need to be smart and cut this short. I can’t be stupid three days after Trenton. This needs to be a good time, harmless flirting, and nothing more. He leads me off to the left where the dark and near deserted parking lot it. In the middle, underneath one of the lights, is a large black truck.

  He takes a moment to open the passenger door and fiddle with something on the inside as I step back and stare at him. He’s gorgeous…cocky…and a little too hard to resist. Even though I despise being in such a vulnerable place, I can’t help what I’m about to do. Whether it be the booze or just plain being needy, I find myself stepping behind him and running my hand around to the front of his pants. I feel his body stiffen as he lets out a breath. “I thought you made it clear that you weren’t interested,” he tells me.

  “Well, you are being sweet,” I tell him, “and you do look fun, you’re just cocky as fuck.”

  He spins around, “why do I like it when you say ‘fuck’?”

  I shrug.

  “It’s taking everything in me right now not throw you in that truck and fuck you,” he says letting his face come near mine.

  I grab at his belt and quickly undo the buckle as I look up and smile at him.

  “You’ve had one too many drinks,” he tells me.

  “Not enough to not know what I’m doing,” I say, now unbuttoning and unzipping his pants.

  “Someone likes control, doesn’t she?”

  “I’m always in control,” I tell him.

  Before I can push him into the truck, he grabs my body, lifting me into his arms. “Not tonight,” he breathes into my ear.

  He sets me onto the seat and lies me across the seat gently. He’s quick to push my dress up my dress to get a peek at my panties. I feel myself become wet just feeling the heat radiate off his fingers as he begins rubbing me. I let out a grateful moan that only seems to please Ryder. He presses and rubs tenderly and I feel my hips moving up to just to greet his touch.

  Ryder wastes no time in yanking my panties off and flinging them into the back seat. He adjusts my right leg, making it rest on the top of the seat as he inspects my wetness. He brings a finger to his mouth, wetting the tip, before running it up and down the length of my slit. I let out another moan, one loud enough for him to repeat the action, making my hips buck upward again. I hear a little laugh from Ryder, “Like that, sweetheart? I promise, I’ll take care of this fucking perfect pussy tonight.”

  I push my head against the seat a moment. I want this…I want him, but we’re in public…public…someone could easily see and God knows that I hate being vulnerable. I bite down on my lip as I feel that Ryder is beginning to tease me. His finger is running slowly up and down my slit barely touching but enough to make me crave more. I let out a little moan and I fight the urge to grab his hand and sink a few of his fingers into my folds.

  “Has anyone ever told you that you’re beautiful?” I hear Ryder interrupt my naughty thoughts as I glance down at him. His face is illuminated by the dim parking lot lights as he smiles.

  “Has anyone ever told you that you don’t have to sweet talk when you’re already in a lady’s panties?” I say with a little smirk.

  He lets out a little laugh and I watch as he lowers his head and lets his tongue run the length of my pussy, very slowly. I let out a breath that I was holding as I feel his tongue wiggle inside me. I release another moan and reach down for his head, holding him in place. He works his tongue up and down my hungry slit a little too slow for my liking. He lets out a little groan himself as I feel him bury his face against my pussy. His tongue works in a steady rhythm over my throbbing clit and he works a finger deep inside of me. I feel myself nearly come off the seat and I grab a handful of his hair to hold him in place.

  He pulls his mouth away slightly and smiles up at me with a glistening chin. “Don’t worry. I won’t stop until you come.” He winks just before returning his mouth to me.

  I feel my hips raise again and I let out another loud moan as I feel him switch from one finger to two. If he keeps this up, it won’t be long before I do come. The man does know what he’s doing and it’s enough to make my legs already begin to shake. I feel him push my legs open wider to expose myself more as he buries
his fingers deep inside me, pushing in harder as he reaches what feels like his knuckles. His sucks my already aching clit into his mouth, making me cry out and push his head against me. My breathing is choppy, my hips are bucking more than I intend for them to and I feel myself losing any self-control that I had left. I bite down hard on my bottom lip in an attempt to, at the very least, quiet myself in case someone should leave the bar.

  I feel his fingers take a break long enough for him to grab onto my hips and pull me closer to him. He immediately sucks my clit back into his mouth and I open my mouth, this time, calling his name loudly as I feel myself come. I ride the long drawn out orgasm as he feeds it well with his tongue and fingers as my cries reduce to whimpers and my body trembles.

  I look down at him with a wide open mouth and shocked expression. I can’t remember the last time I came so damn fast. His eyes meet mine as he gives me a wicked little grin. I feel his thumb begin pressing into my clit gently as his other hand begins working a finger in and out me very slowly. “See, sweetheart, I have this thing, I’ll make you come again,” he pauses, shooting me the sinister little grin again. “But, you have to tell me you want it.”

  I smile down at him for a moment. Apparently, he really likes control, too. I pull myself away from him and start climbing over the seat in his truck. He releases a slight laugh. “Is this how it’s going to be?”

  I give him a little nod as he looks around the parking lot before climbing into his truck, shutting the passenger door behind him as he follows me into the back seat. He takes a seat next to me and I don’t waste any time at working his pants down to reveal a pair of black boxer briefs. I trace my finger over the bulge as I slide into the floor just in front of him.

  “You do like control, don’t you?” He asks, brushing my hair from my face and holding a gob of it in his hand.

  I smile, “Now why do you say that?” I use both hands to yank at his boxer briefs, pulling them down slowly as though I’m unwrapping a gift that I’ve received by surprise.

  Ryder is already hard for me and springs from his underwear immediately. I let out a gasp. His dick is hard and quite magnificent. Not that I would ever admit to him, but he’d be one of the largest I’ve had.

  I feel him urge my head forward, using my hair to yank me in. I pull further away, let out a little laugh, and give him a shake of my head as I take his cock in my hand. I work up and down the length of his shaft. He releases a little breath that lets me know I must be moving in the right direction. I lean forward, using my own spit to saturate his cock as I begin to pump a little faster. Ryder urges my head forward again, giving my gob of hair a tug. Instead of teasing him more I give in, wrapping my warm, wet mouth around his already throbbing dick. He jolts as I slowly deep throat him and I feel his grip on my hair tighten.

  He blows out a deep breath of air. “Look at me.”

  I move my eyes to meet with his as I slide his cock slowly out of my mouth, make my mouth wet, and begin to deep throat him again. I move slower than before, making his body shudder. He lets out a moan that is enough to make me apply pressure around his cock with my lips as I begin to bob my head up and down faster. He yanks my hair a little harder as he groans and urges me to keep going. Within a few moments I already taste his pre-come on my tongue. Seems likes Ryder is a one minute man. Figures. Aren’t they all? I bury his cock in the back of my throat and slide it out slowly. I clench it with my hand as I use both my mouth and my hand to bring him closer to coming. I use my free hand to push his shirt and jacket out of the way as much as I can and I deep throat him once more.

  He releases a deep growl, “I’m…”

  He doesn’t even have time to finish. I take my mouth away and pump my hand in a fast fluid like motion. Within seconds I’m rewarded with the first splatter of come as it pumps out and runs down my hand. He groans again as I keep my hand moving, letting him ride out his own orgasm as another spurt of come releases. His breathing begins to slow and I receive a third and final burst of come. He looks down at me, loosens his grip on my hair and smiles.

  “Someone is a one minute man, huh?” I tease.

  “Let me take you home and I’ll show you just how long I can go.” He says in that cocky tone again.

  I laugh as he reaches for some kind of cloth and passes it to me. “Oh, I’m going home, but not with you.” I tell him, wiping my hand down.

  “So, that’s it? I get a fucking amazing blow job and you just leave?”

  I give him a little nod. “I’m all scorned, remember?”

  He gives me a blank stare as I begin making myself look somewhat presentable for public. There’s no sense in trying. I’m better off without some man holding me back. It’s for the best. No strings attached fun. Though I will admit that he can eat pussy like a champ. I release a little sigh. “I should really go.”

  His eyes grow large. “I can get you home.”

  I shake my head. “It’s okay, I’ll call a cab.” I lean forward, plant a kiss on his cheek, and climb from his truck. Just a little fun and nothing more. I leave Ryder confused as I trail to the front of the Salted Brim on two shaky legs.

  Let’s be real here. I’ve been with five men sexually my entire life. Well…now six. Four of them were long term relationships that ended badly. Which is why I’ve been with Trenton for the past year. I get what I need as a woman and there’s no fighting, no drama, and no relationship bullshit. Okay, so I may have caught some feelings for Trenton and well, here I am.

  So we can say that Detective Ryder was a rebound, and a quick, fun fling. Women do that right? Hell, men do it to women on a daily basis. I’m not a whore. That doesn’t make me a whore. I’ve actually been telling myself that the entire time I’ve been in the shower. Surely I didn’t do something so terrible that’s it’s drummed me down to a whore. I’ve had a friend with benefits for an entire year, that’s probably worse. I give my head a shake and continue to rinse the conditioner out of my hair. I have this weird feeling and I don’t know what it is or why I have it but I have to shake out of it. Relationships are mostly drama and bullshit nowadays. The last thing I want to do is end up like my mother all because I caught some feelings for some cocky ass detective. I need to just let it go. I’ll probably never see the man again. What’s done is done.

  I crank up the heat to my shower and turn around letting the hot water pound down on the sore muscles in my back. What’s done is done, I repeat to myself letting out a breath. I’ll be alright. Trenton is over. Ryder will never happen again. Above all, I will never turn into my mother. I let out a slight laugh. God forbid she ever hear anything about this. With me trying to settle all of the bullshit I currently have happening in my life the last thing I need to do is to create more with her. Jesus, how could I have been so stupid? How did I actually develop feelings for someone like Trenton? So he was pretty easy on the eyes but I’ll be the first to admit that he’s not the brightest bulb in the box. I give my head another shake. Clearly, I’m not myself tonight. Not by a long shot. Maybe it’s everything that’s happened with Trenton, maybe it’s because I can’t seem to get my mind off Ryder, or maybe I’m just temporarily insane. Either way, I’m getting myself out of this shower, drying off, slipping into something comfortable, and having a few more drinks before bed before I turn into some whiny bitch. It’s the least I can do for myself.

  I’ve spent the entire day at my shop, buried under a mound of paperwork, bills, and orders for fresh product. I wish someone would have told me that owning my own business would consume my entire life. Not that it’s a bad thing. I’ve worked hard for Tangled Web to become a success. I’ve never been happier and I love owning a place that people love even more. I appreciate every customer that walks into my door and I make sure they know it, too. Which is why I’ve spent half of my time in my office trying to get in a special creamer for one my regulars, Cindy. Now she seems more like a friend than a regular really. She’s been coming into the shop once a day, every day since the day I opened. When
she raved about a creamer she tried while on vacation I had to try to get it in for her, which I have successfully done.

  I lean back in my seat and smile, quite pleased with myself and just how much I have accomplished today. Not bad for a day’s work. All new orders for fresh products have been submitted. All the bills for the shop have been paid. And I have even managed to organize my office a little bit. I let out a sigh and stretch. I’ve been here just about ten hours, I suppose going home for a little bit wouldn’t kill me. Austin does well with closing up the shop and I don’t like to micro manage him too much. I lean under my desk and grab my high heels. I may wear them into work on a daily basis but let’s face it, as soon as I sit at my desk, they come off. I slide my feet into them and push myself away from my desk. I grab my things and head from my office. Austin greets me with a cup of my favorite tea blend. I thank him, say my goodbyes, and head for the door.

  At least work has kept me occupied today. I’ve felt like things are slowly going to back to normal. Well, whatever normal may be for me. Normal is pretty overrated if you ask me anyway. I take a sip of my tea as I head out to my Jeep. I pause for a brief moment as I look at the large truck that’s parked next to me. I feel my mouth open. It looks a little too familiar for my comfort. What are the chances that he…? I give my head a shake. Now I feel crazy. I give my head a shake and begin digging my keys from the depths of my purse.

  “Well, well, well,” I hear his voice and I look up immediately.

  My mouth drops. This cannot be happening. Ryder smiles wide as he walks to where I’m standing. It is his truck parked next to me.

  “Don’t tell me you get your coffee from Tangled Web too, sweetheart.” He gives me that cocky grin that I got to know last night at the Salted Brim. I prepared myself to never see the man again. Damn. I should have been preparing myself for when I did see him again.

  I let out a little laugh. “As a matter a fact, I do.”