Page 85 of Damascus & The Wildfire
Merrick cracked a rare smile. “Life’s short. I’ll wife her up as soon as she’ll let me.”
Before I could rib him more, Merci breezed in wearing her white coat, clipboard in hand. “Morning, troublemakers.” She checked my vitals, her touch brisk but gentle. “You’re looking better. I might let you out of here soon—if you promise to take it easy. No throwing yourself in front of stray bullets or bike accidents for at least a month.”
I shot her a grin. “No promises, doc.”
She rolled her eyes and turned to Merrick. “I like Kenna. I expect a double date soon. I want to get to know the woman who’s melted the ice around your heart.”
“We’ll see,” Merrick gruffed.
I piped up. “Can I be the fifth wheel on this date?”
Merci shot me a look. “Maybe you should stop whoring around and settle down.”
I clutched my chest in mock offense. “I tried! But Merrick stole her instead.”
Merrick snorted. “You never stood a chance.”
Merci laughed, shaking her head. “Let me see what I can do about getting you discharged.”
I winked at her. “Admit it. You’ll miss me.”
She sighed, but her smile was real. “Yeah. I’m sure I will.”
As she left, Merrick and I lapsed into comfortable silence, themorning news still flickering on mute. For the first time in a long time, everything felt right. Kenna was safe and happy. And if I had to take a bullet for that? Well, I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
Chapter Thirty-One
I stretched beside Merrick in bed, awoken by the sound of barking. The backyard squirrel was probably taunting Brisket again. The morning ritual woke us nearly every morning.
Merrick stirred as I shifted, his arm tightening around my waist as he pulled my back closer to his chest. He buried his face against the curve of my neck, scruff rasping against my sensitive skin. A shiver ran down my spine when his mouth turned from soft kisses into possessive nips.
“Good morning, Wildfire,” he whispered in my ear, his voice still gravely from sleep. His breath sent goose bumps cascading down my body.
His large, rough hand slid down my naked side, tracing the dip of my waist and the swell of my hip. A needy sound escaped my throat before I could stop it.
Merrick nibbled on my ear, stroking my hip. My breath hitched as he inched closer to the apex of my thighs. I moaned at the agonizing slowness of his movements, unhurried like we had all the time in the world. Finally, he slipped a finger between my legs, and a primal growl emanated from his chest.
“You’re already soaked for me, aren’t you?” he asked, stroking. The friction of his hand made me arch into him.
He lazily circled my clit, his touch teasing and unhurried, while his hard cock pressed insistently against my backside.
But then—just as my hips rocked for more friction—his hand disappeared.
“Merrick,” I gasped, heat spiking into frustration.
He only chuckled, reaching across me for the clamshell case on my nightstand.
“I’m curious about this,” he said, pulling the curved silicone toy from the case. “I searched it online and read a few interesting examples of how it can be used.”
He pressed the button, and the toy whirred to life, its low hum filling the room. Hovering over me, he slid the vibrating end inside me easily, the buzzing curve pressing perfectly against my G-spot. The other end curved up, the suction sealing over my clit. A jolt of overwhelming pleasure ripped a cry from my throat.
“Fuck!” My hands knotted in the sheets. My hips bucked helplessly.
“That’s it,” Merrick groaned.
“I–I’m not gonna last long,” I gasped, the sensations overwhelming, teetering on the edge before I’d even caught my breath.
“I don’t give a fuck,” he growled.
