Page 8 of Stitch's Mercy

The hell she wasn’t. “Stop fighting it, baby.”

“I want you,” she whispered and hooked her arms around my neck. “Enough talking.”

There she went, changing the subject. “You want me or my cock?” Either way, she would get both… When the time was right.

“I want you to stop talking.” She sealed her lips to mine. “Give me what I want.”

“Stubborn woman,” I growled into her mouth. A little teasing would be fun. I needed to hear that she wanted me and the words,I love you, but there was time for that.

I cupped her breast and rubbed my thumb against her nipple, delighting in her soft, lustful sighs. Lowering my mouth to her neck, I nibbled and sucked. I’d made her come this way a few times in the supply closet. Mercy could go from zero to orgasm in less than sixty seconds. That was how easy intimacy was with her. I’d like to believe she’d only been that way with me.

“Yes,” she cried and tightened her grip around my neck to pull me closer. “More. I need more.” Her leg raised and hooked around the back of my thigh. She bucked her pelvis against my erection.

“Are you hungry?” I reared back, kissed her forehead, and released her. My heart raced and my dick cursed me for stopping the foreplay which would’ve led to sex. I retrieved the grocery bags I’d put next to the luggage and went to put the stuff away.

“Brady, what just happened?”

“Nothing. I’m hungry. Aren’t you?”

She exhaled a deep, frustrated breath. “Sure. I can eat.”

“You know, this weekend isn’t about sex.” I put the milk, eggs, and butter into the fridge, then took out a couple of beers already inside. I needed to cool off, and a red-faced Mercy needed to as well. Twisting the caps off, I handed a bottle to her.

“Thanks.” She guzzled; her icy-blue eyes locked on me. “I better get some dick soon, Brady.”

I nearly spewed the beer in my mouth. “You sound desperate, baby.”

“It’s been months. You know that.” She sidled up beside me. The warmth radiating off her sent a shiver down my spine. “I need your cock.”

Oh, mercy.It was my undoing when she talked like this.

I busied myself at the counter, uncovering the charcuterie board I’d picked up at a fancy deli in Fargo. Mercy would bring me to my knees if she kept on about needing my cock. As much as I’d like to stuff it into her sassy mouth, I raised a Greek olive to her lips instead.

She opened her mouth wide and let me place it on her tongue. Jesus, the moans rolling out of her as she chewed were exactly how she sounded during sex.

“Come on.” I jerked my chin for her to follow. Carrying my beer and the board to the living room, I set both on the coffee table. I relaxed on my sofa and tried to get control of myself.

“You can’t put me off for long, Brady. My favorite beer and fancy cheese are a nice touch, but it won’t distract me for long.” She sat next to me and gripped my thigh.

“Told ya, this weekend is about figuring us out.” I reached for my bottle and took a swig.

“And what if I said I’m ready?”

I cut my gaze at her. “You’re ready?”

She took my bottle and put it back on the coffee table. Before I could ask what she was doing, she straddled my lap and ground her pussy against my still-hard cock.

“Mercy…” I let out a strangled breath.

“I almost lost you.” She kissed the corner of my lip. “Forrest Frat could’ve killed you. Do you know what that would have done to me?” She stilled on my lap and stared into my soul.

I shook my head, unable to speak.

“I would’ve died too, Brady.”

“But I didn’t die.” Suddenly, I found my voice, and anger boiled in my chest. “If you felt so strongly for me, why in the hell have you been avoiding me?”

“Because I wanted to get you out of my system. I needed to forget what it felt like to be with you so I could forget you.”

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