Page 13 of Stitch's Mercy

“Good. It’ll make fucking more fun when our bodies slip and slide against each other.” His thumbs massaged my pussy lips and spreading me open a little. He blew cool air on my lady bits to drive me wild. It worked.

I reached for his teasing fingers like a needy woman. The thing about being with a doctor was their hands were always soft, which made for a delightful experience when they played with your pussy. No rough, callused hands or sharp, jagged nails. Brady’s hands were strong and soft as silk.

“Please. God, please,” I whined as I reached for his biceps to pull him on top of me. It hadn’t been easy sharing about my brother’s death or being vulnerable, but I felt lighter. Free to move forward. However, it wasn’t lost on me that he’d said he couldn’t quit the club. I didn’t want to think about that right now. I only wanted to focus on Brady and me fucking.

“So needy.” He smirked, wedging himself between my legs. “Before I spear you with my cock, do you want me to wear a condom?”

“Have you been with anyone since our last time together?”

“Nope. I’ll say it again. I only want you.”

“Then take me bare. I’m on the pill.”

“Fuck yeah.” He drove into me and crushed his lips to mine. He set a steady speed for his powerful thrusts. It was everything and more than I’d been dreaming of.

My body responded to him beautifully. To be connected to him in this intimate way was like coming home. Brady Hayes was my person. After far too long, I was finally ready to declare that my heart, body, and soul belonged to him.

He reared back, breaking our wild kiss. “I know you want to tell me, sweetheart. Don’t be afraid to give me the words.”

I stared at him and let down my protective walls. “I love you, Brady.”

“I love you too, Mercy.” He resumed kissing me and I felt a shift between us. Brady wasn’t fucking me. He was making love to me.

I filled my hands with his squeezable ass and pulled him deeper into me. Meeting his thrusts and hearing the sounds our bodies made as they slapped against one other made the world outside the walls of his cabin disappear.

“Right here, right now, I’m the happiest I’ve been in my adult life,” he told me through tender kisses.

“I wish we could stay this way forever.”

“No need to wish, baby. We can make it happen.” He amped up his speed and ecstasy shot through my soul.

“Brady!” I cried out his name when my release hit.

He drove into me and filled me with his cum. His body turned to iron as he hovered above me and kissed me breathless, stealing the oxygen from my lungs.

It was official. I loved Brady Hayes, had been in love with him for a long time, and I wanted the world to know it.

4

Stitch

On the second day of our holiday getaway, I had big plans. The winter storm I’d been watching was coming straight for us. We’d be snowed in a day or two, stuck in my cabin as sub-zero temperatures descended. But before the blizzard hit, there were two things I wanted to do with Mercy.

One: Take her ice fishing. Catching a couple of walleyes would be good to have on hand in case we ran out of food and if we didn’t need it, I’d take them to Mercy’s dad.

Two: I wanted to propose to her while ice skating.

Both activities were outdoors, and I had little time to get it all done before we were snowbound.

First things first, though. I inhaled the scent of her pussy into my lungs, then licked her slowly, flattening my tongue against her heat.

Mercy didn’t stir, sound asleep as if she’d worked back-to-back, twelve-hour shifts in the emergency room. It might take a bulldozer to wake her, instead of my hungry mouth.

It was nearly eight in the morning, and my baby had had an exhausting night of sex. After she told me she loved me, I was like a junky high on crack. I couldn’t get enough of her lips—both pairs. When my cock had been in recovery mode, I’d put my mouth to work. I’d made her come so many times, I’d lost track after her thirteenth climax.

We’d taken breaks to eat and drink.

Showered twice.

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