Page 29 of Stitch's Mercy

“I have something I want to talk to you and dad about.”

“Well, he’s in the den.” She pointed into the room where he was watching the NFL Channel. “Dear, Mercy and Doctor Hayes are here.”

Dad immediately turned off the television. “Oh, I didn’t hear the door. Come in, you two.”

“I’ll get right to the point.”Just get it over with.“Brady and I are engaged.” I showed them the huge diamond on my finger.

“Well, congratulations.” Dad got to his feet and hugged me, then shook Brady’s hand. “This is great news. Right, Sue?”

“Yes, congratulations.” Mom hugged me, but I could tell she wasn’t thrilled. She was only being nice. “Doctor Hayes, welcome to the family.”

“Please, call me Brady.”

“Yes, of course. Brady.” She forced a tight smile.

“So, have you set a date?” Dad asked, attempting to clear out the tension my mom was radiating.

“We have. Christmas Eve. At the county courthouse around noon, before it closes.” My gaze ping-ponged between my parents. Dad seemed totally fine, while my mom looked as if she’d throw up any second.

“We’d love for you both to be there,” Brady said.

“I don’t think I can make it.” Mom rushed out of the room.

I was about to run after when my dad stopped me. “Let her go. She just needs time. But we’ll be there.”

“Okay. I’m going to grab a few things to take to Brady’s.” I left the room and listened in at my mom’s bedroom door. She was crying, and it broke my heart.

My dad was right. She needed time, so I crept past the room, got what I needed quickly so we could leave.

I knew telling my mom would be difficult. She was my family, so I could accept her displeasure. But there was no telling how the news would be received at the hospital tomorrow.

Brady hadn’t been called Doctor McHottie for the heck of it. Before me, he’d been with a lot of nurses and even more had gossiped about him and ogled him. It’d made me sick, but I supposed their behavior had contributed to my fear of coming out of the supply closet and being a genuine couple.

I prayed I could take the heat and snide remarks.

One thing was for sure: Brady Hayes was mine, and I wasn’t about to give him up for anyone.

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On our first Christmas together,

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Are you trying to tickle your lungs with the head of my dick?” I hissed and squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself to not come prematurely. I wanted to enjoy Mercy’s overeagerness to make the last day of our holiday getaway memorable.

She’d achieved her goal. Exceeded my expectations, not that I’d had any when I passed out last night with my face nestled between her tits.

My girl had woken me in the best possible way and had takendeep throatto a new level.

No question, I’d never forget having her face buried in my pubes. Or the sounds of her gagging as she took me all the way into her throat, or the saliva coating my thighs.

Damn. That was all I could say, justdamn.

I didn’t want to leave my cabin. Couldn’t we just live in the woods, secluded from the rest of society, and have sex morning, noon, and night? I had more than enough money to afford such a meager living. I’d paid cash for the place, owed it free and clear, could fish and hunt for food. Mercy could tend to the cleaning and focus on satisfying her man’s carnal desires. And I’d make sure my woman’s needs were met as well.

She mumbled and tapped my hip. Sort of seemed like she was scolding me.

“What’s that, sweetheart? I can’t understand you with your mouth full of my dick.” I smirked and propped myself up on my elbows to look down at her.

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