Page 15 of Stitch's Mercy

The only logical place in the ice fishing shanty seemed to be with her on my lap while I sat on a chair. At least the thermal shelter was a festive red. Sort of added to my enjoyment and the holiday spirit.

I had to admit, Mercy was a sight. Her pale skin gleamed with sweat. Lush tits bouncing. Mouth gaping. I could stare at her with her long strawberry-blonde hair wild and sticking to her shoulders for the rest of my life. Hell, nothing would make me happier than to have this goddess riding me day and night like my own Viking princess.

“Brady, I’m close!” She picked up speed. Loved how she was doing on the work and taking what she desired like a possessed woman.

Any second I spray her insides with my cum, then I’d pray her birth control failed. I wanted my baby inside her belly by New Year.

I grabbed her head and devoured her neck. The saltiness didn’t bother me. In fact, I kind of liked it. Reminded me of the taste of my semen on her lips.

“What the Sam Hill you all doing in there? Is everything all right?” one of the dudes asked. “Sounds like your lady is in pain.”

Mercy slapped her hand over her mouth, mortification chasing away her arousal.

“We’re fine. Get lost!” I shouted, hating how we’d been interrupted.

“You’re not killing her, are you? I’ll call the sheriff.”

“Hell no. We’re fucking. Now get lost!”

“Oh, my God! You didn’t have to tell him that.” Mercy swatted my shoulder.

“Christ, buddy. At least try to keep it down. Your woman is scaring the fish away.”

“Sure, I’ll gag her.” I guffawed when Mercy jumped on my lap, a look of surprise. “Not really, baby,” I whispered.

Mercy broke out into giggles. “I’m so embarrassed. You know, they saw what I look like when we pulled up in your car.”

“It’s all good, sweetheart. We’re just making memories, memories we’ll share with our kids when we’re old and gray.”

“I won’t be gray. I’ll dye my hair to keep it its natural color. And we absolutely won’t tell them about today. Do you want to scar them for life?”

I stared at her, my heart full of love and admiration for her. She talked about us and our unborn children naturally, like it was a forgone conclusion we’d get married and have a family.

More than ever, I couldn’t wait to propose.

5

Mercy

What a day it had been. Ice fishing and fucking simultaneously. I couldn’t make this kind of stuff up.

But who knew I’d enjoy being cooped up with Doctor McHottie? Who knew I’d like ice fishing, drinking beer and eating the remaining charcuterie board as we stared at a whole in the ground? Not me, that was for sure.

We’d returned to the cabin a little while ago to put the walleye away and get the ice skating shoes Brady had purchased but had left in his bedroom.

“The sun is fading fast. We better get going if you don’t want to skate in the dark.” He rushed out of his room with a tote bag in hand.

“I’m ready.” I smiled and clapped my gloved hands.

“Don’t you look cute in your red knitted hat and scarf?” He hiked a curious brow as he assessed me. “Thought you didn’t like Christmas.”

I wrapped my arms around his waist and peered up at him. “I don’t or didn’t. But that doesn’t mean I don’t like the color red.”

“Point made.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “Let’s go. The pond is a short walk behind the cabin.”

“Oh, I didn’t know we were walking. Maybe I should add a few more layers.”

“You’re good. We won’t be out too long. Don’t forget we’re decorating the tree.” His gaze left mine and swooped over to the small tree he’d chopped down while I was making Kahlua hot chocolate to take with us.