Page 22 of Stitch's Mercy

“Fuck,” I gritted out, and blew my load.

Mercy couldn’t hold on and released me, falling onto her side and holding her face. “Where and the hell had you gone to while I was sucking you off?”

“Lost in my thoughts, I guess.”

“Wow, the experience was that boring, huh?”

“No.” I collected her into my arms and cuddled her. “It was fucking awesome. I didn’t want it to end.”

“If there’s a next time, you better be present, mister.”

“Ifthere’s a next time?” I kissed her head.

“Don’t get your hopes up. My jaw needs therapy.” She rubbed it. “I can hear the conversation now. The questions about how I injured it. Me dodging said questions, so I don’t tell them I was giving my fiancé a blowjob and he has a big dick.” She hid her face behind her hands.

I held back a chuckle. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I won’t hold off coming again. But can you fault a guy for wanting to savor and prolong having his cock in his woman’s mouth? I mean, I nearly suffocate when I’m eating you out and your orgasm takes a while. We both sacrifice for the other.”

Mercy roared with laughter. “Is that what we’re doing? Sacrificing for the other? Good to know!”

“Listen.” I caressed her jaw. “You were phenomenal. Thank you.”

“It was my pleasure.”

I kissed her softly for a spell, then we got up and prepared to head home.

There wasn’t too much to pack up. I tossed out the leftover food in the fridge and left the tree inside. We agreed we’d return before or right after the New Year to take it down together.

By noon, we were on the road, heading home after a very eventful week. But I wasn’t taking Mercy to her place. We were stopping at the Knights’ farm to announce our engagement. Mercy was texting Hope to meet us. I decided to call my best friend, Bone…

“Who’s this?” he answered, snarky as always.

“Who do you think? Or did you remove me from your contacts and can’t see my name?”

“Stitch? Stitch, is that you? As Destiny would say, oh my gawd!” he yelled into the phone.

I pulled the phone away from my ear and shook my head. “He’s an idiot,” I said to Mercy.

“Hey! Who are you talking to?” Bone asked.

“Are you going to stop acting like a moron and talk like a normal person so I can tell you the news?”

“Normal is overrated,” he grumbled. “Tell me what news?”

“I’m getting married Christmas Eve. I need my best friend to be my best man.”

“Who’d you knock up?”

I burst out laughing. “I didn’t knock up anyone, asshole. Mercy and I are getting hitched.”

“Well, it’s about fucking time. I’d be honored to be your best man.”

“Awesome. Figured since you and Destiny would be out for Christmas, the timing would work out nicely for you all.”

“Um…” Bone’s voice lowered. “Destiny isn’t coming home with me. She’s spending the holidays in California with her new family.”

I screwed up my face and looked at Mercy. She seemed to strain to hear what Bone was saying.

“Why aren’t you going with her?” I asked.

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