Page 81 of Finding Mercy

“You are misplacing your anger. Get your head right before she’s gone. You won’t find another like her.”

“I wouldn’t even bother trying.”

“Then what are you doing here? It’s nine o’clock. Ivy is in bed and you’re here with me, while the girl of your dreams is in your house alone.”

I stand to get ready to leave, “Thanks. You’re a good friend.”

He chuckles, “Better than you deserve.”

I shake my head and leave.

Driving home, my heart pounds at the thought of seeing Mercy. Can we get through this? We have to because I can’t function in a world without her. Somehow, I need to make this right.

I drive down the street and my words to her,I’ll never touch you again,replay in my mind. Why did I say that? I know why, I was angry. I had lost her, I was pissed, so I lashed out.

When I pull into the driveway, I’m a nervous wreck. What if walking away from her earlier cemented my fate? I walk into the house, and it’s dark and quiet. I go into my bedroom hoping to find her in my bed, but she’s not. So, I go to the guest room and find her asleep. No, this will not do.

I pull the blankets off her, scoop her into my arms, carry her to my bed, and gently lay her down.

After I get down to my boxers, I crawl into bed and pull her into my arms. Her eyelids flutter open, and her beautiful eyes stare into mine.

“What are you doing?” She asks.

“Going to bed,” I respond dryly.

“Why did you bring me in here?”

I brush the hair out of her face and kiss her on the forehead, “Baby girl, you are not a guest. You shouldn’t be in the guest room. You belong with me in our bed.”

“Liam, I-”

I silence her by pressing my lips to hers. When I swipe her lips with my tongue, she moans, parting her lips, giving me full access to her mouth. I slide my tongue into her mouth, deepening our kiss. She wraps her hands around my neck, pulling me closer. Then she moans into my mouth, and I nearly go insane. One fucking night without this woman feels like a damn lifetime. She’s wearing a t-shirt and panties, nothing else. I glide my hand up her thigh, pulling back from our kiss.

“I want to be gentle with you. But I also want to remind you who owns this delicious body. You’re mine, baby girl. No matter what, you’ll always be mine.”

She sits up and takes her shirt off. “Fuck me like you own me then.”

Twenty-Nine

LIAM

His eyes darken with desire.He pushes me down on the bed, wrapping his hand around my throat, “Fuck you like I own you? Challenge accepted, baby girl.”

The way he stares at me makes my heart race. My arousal heightens when he cups one breast and licks the nipple of the other.

“So fucking beautiful,” he breathes.

He bites down on my bud, and I moan loudly.

“How is it that one night without you is the purest form of torture?”

He drags his fingertips and mouth down my body, kissing my abdomen, his eyes lock on mine.

“Tell me you missed me,” he commands.

“I missed you,” I say truthfully,

Forcefully, he moves my thighs apart, puts his face over my lace panties, and inhales.

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