Page 17 of Blast from the Past

“Mercy,” he roars, and I feel him lose himself deep inside my body.

We remain locked in each other’s embrace for long moments after, just basking in the post-orgasmic bliss.

There isn’t any warning except for a loud creak as the wood gives way and the chair holding us up breaks. Falling to the floor in a tangle of limbs, laughter, and kisses, we both smile like crazy people.

“We need to be more careful with my furniture,” I joke, caressing his face.

“There’s more at my place.”

A carefree laugh escapes me. “You know I love you, Asshole?”

Shane smiles as he pins me to the kitchen floor. “I love you too, Babe,” he whispers with a wicked smile before sliding inside me again. “Now I need to keep my promise to fuck you in every room before you think I am a liar.”

His thrusts are slow and measured. His gaze locked on mine. This isn’t fucking, no, he is making love to me.

The moment is broken by the sound of shattering glass. Shane pulls out of me before quickly standing and slipping back into his jeans.

“Get dressed but stay here,” he says, helping me up before heading to where the noise came from.

I want to argue but I know he is trying to keep me safe. Everything that happened this morning has kind of overshadowed my original problem. But the fact remains, there is still a sick person out there that leaves twisted gifts on my porch.

“It’s safe,” he shouts from the living room after a couple of minutes.

I’ve slipped into his black t-shirt and my bare feet carryme directly to him. My mind is overreacting, and I keep imagining horrible things. It was probably just some kids that hit their ball through my window while playing baseball in the street.

Shane looks pissed when I walk in and holds up his hand to stop me.

“There’s glass everywhere, Babe. And you aren’t wearing any shoes.”

He is holding a brick with a piece of paper wrapped around it.

“What’s that?”

“I don’t want to tell you,” he says with a frown. “It’s only going to upset you, and you were just happy. We were just happy.”

My heart melts at his words. “You can’t protect me from everything. And I don’t want you to.”

For a moment I don’t think he is going to tell me but then he turns to show me the note.

I AM GOING TO KILL YOU, WHORE!

I feel all the color drain from my face. This may be worse than just a weirdo leaving me presents.

Chapter Ten

Shane Blake

My blood is boiling but I don’t have the luxury of losing my mind right now. I watch as Mercy goes paler than I have ever seen her right before she sinks to the hallway floor. We were supposed to be able to enjoy this moment and now it’s been ruined by some fucking idiot.

Dropping the brick, I stride forward, scoop her up into my arms, and carry her to her bedroom. I gently put her down on the bed before scanning the room.

“What are you looking for?” she asks, her voice hollow.

“A suitcase.”

I throw open her closet doors and start rummaging inside.

“Where exactly do you think I’m going?”

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