Page 13 of No Mercy

“Fifty?” I responded in disbelief. I knew Rock could put away food, he was a big man, but unless they were silver dollar pancakes I couldn’t see him getting down fifty. “And how many did you wolf down, little man?”

“Only seven, but they were the big ones, Mom,” he justified. He finally glanced at me. “Wow, Mom, you look spiffy.”

“Thank you, honey.” I avoided Rock’s eyes. “I’m meeting Tom for lunch. Unless Rock has somewhere to be, you can spend the time with him.” Sam nodded, but that’s all the response I got.

“No problem,” Rock said. “I’ll be glad to spend some time getting to know Sam.”

“Okay, then.” I turned to go back into my bedroom for shoes.

The sandals I wanted were at the back of the closet. They were the exact color of my sundress. I grasped them and backed out, coming up against something solid. With a gasp I straightened and spun around. Rock was blocking my way out of the closet, his arms on either side of the door jamb. As I bent to duck down to go under his arm he moved, crowding me against the door jamb with his body.

I raised my gaze to his. “Rock, what−”

“Don’t get yourself into any trouble today.” His gaze dropped to the swell of my breasts, which was revealed by the deep V of my dress.

“Trouble?” Thank God, I could still hear Sam playing with his game.

“Yeah,” he said roughly, leaning forward and placing a kiss at the top of my breasts. I sucked in my breath at his boldness and at the little flutter that it left behind in my belly.

“What kind of trouble?” I tried to ignore what the proximity of his body was doing to me.

“I don’t want you fucking anyone while you’re gone,” he rasped, dipping his tongue deep into my exposed cleavage.

Ohmygod! Liquid fire dripped off his tongue and I think I just had a mini orgasm!

“I mean it, Allie. No other man gets inside this pussy but me.” I moaned loudly when his hand was suddenly at my mound, cupping me through my thin dress.

I hated my body betraying my weakness to him. I quivered wildly, trying to remain detached, but it wasn’t working. “You…don’t, ah, have that right−”

“Yeah I do, baby.” He said the words between kissing his way over my chest. “You were trying to piss me off last night, but we both know you’re still mine.” I shook my head in denial, all the while panting at what he was making me feel. “Have your little lunch date with Tom, but if your pussy comes home wet, your friend is a dead man.”

He uttered the words against the side of my neck, and then bit down on my lobe. I put my hands against his chest and tried to push him away but it was like trying to move a small mountain. He chuckled at my efforts and straightened, arousal deepening the blue of his eyes.

I wanted to defy him. Show him that he couldn’t order me around, that he didn’t really know me. But he was so right about the night before, because making him jealous was exactly what I’d been trying to do. I’d wanted to push his buttons to get a reaction. He wouldn’t force himself on me. He was getting away with what I let him get away with. He had no right playing with my emotions.

In a sudden fit of anger I slapped him across the face. “Step back,” I whispered harshly, not wanting my voice to carry out to Sam.

He laughed. “Baby, you better do better than that when you come home tonight.”

I frowned, confused by his words, unsure of what they meant. He lowered his arms and I slipped away with relief. I’d planned on returning home after lunch, but coming home later tonight sounded even better. It would certainly show Rock that I did what I wanted and that he couldn’t control me.

Chapter 8

Rock

With Sam’s concentration on Johnny Depp’sPirates of the Caribbean,I decided to give Hawk a call. I stepped outside, where a storm was brewing. The wind had picked up, and the sky had darkened. A glance toward the ocean side revealed rough surf crashing against the vacant, sandy beach. I hit the number and brought the burner up to my ear.

“Yeah?”

The noise of the kids and the TV in the background revealed that Hawk was at home. I didn’t know how he kept his cool with the racket surrounding him, but he did. He was a changed man since Audra had entered his life. She made him happy.

“Just checking in.”

“How’s it going?”

I snorted. “About what I’d expected.”

“She was that happy to see you again, huh?” There was humor in his tone, and I could hear the background noise lessen as he walked away from the kids. “How’s your boy?”

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