Page 3 of Stitch's Mercy

“Not happening.” He nibbled the skin below my ear. “I’m going to be glued to you.”

“Brady, please.”

“Fuck, I love it when you beg,” he growled as his hands cupped my ass and he ground his cock against my pelvis. “Let’s leave. Levi and Hope will understand.”

“No.” I melted under his control. “You need to control yourself.”

“You know I can’t when you’re near me. But I’ll do my best if you promise to go to my cabin.”

I felt torn. If I went with him, it might be a mistake. If I didn’t go, I might regret it. What was the right answer?

“Doctor Hayes?”

I slipped out from between Brady and the fridge when I heard the surprised female voice. I peeked around him and saw Kelly, a nurse from work.Let the fangirling begin…

Brady didn’t take his eyes off me.

“Oh my gosh, I didn’t know you’d be here.” Kelly beamed like a kid on Christmas morning. “Oh, hi, Mercy. Am I interrupting something?”

“No,” I said.

“Yes,” Brady replied. “We’ll be out shortly.”

“You want me to leave?” The stunned look on Kelly’s face was priceless. As always, Brady made me feel like the most important person to him. Why couldn’t I let him in? Be with him the way he wanted? Because of fear.

Fear of getting hurt. Fear of losing him. Fear consumed me.

“Yes,” Brady told Kelly, then turned his back toward her. His blue eyes pinned me in place. “I’ll pick you up at eight in the morning.”

“I haven’t said yes.” I checked to see if Kelly was still there, but she’d left. Brady and I were alone again, and I wasn’t angry about it.

“If you want me to keep my lips and hands off you tonight, you better say yes.”

“Don’t manipulate me.” I scowled at him, feigning irritation when, really, I was getting turned on.

“Don’t deny us. I’m fucking tired of hiding how I feel about you.”

“We’re not together, Brady.”

“I’m going to change that, baby.” He captured my lips again and tugged me into his arms. “Say yes.”

“Do you have to be so demanding and cocky?”

“You love it.”

I did. “Do you promise to not embarrass me tonight?”

“I’m not staying away from you. I’ve missed you, sweetheart.” His warm lips moved to my forehead, and he squeezed me tightly. “Missed you more than words can express.”

He sounded genuine as always and it hurt my heart for how I’d kept him at a distance. I was just so damn afraid to love him.

“Don’t you want to get drunk with Levi and the others? Play beer pong or whatever bikers do? Don’t waste your day off spending it with little vanilla me.”

“No. Tonight, I’m Brady, and vanilla is my favorite flavor.” He reared his head back and lifted my chin. Staring into my eyes, and in a low, powerful voice, he said, “Say yes.”

How could I say no? This man would be my dream guy if he wasn’t a member of a motorcycle club. “Fine. Yes.”

“You won’t regret it.” He released me and smiled. “Let’s join the festivities.”

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