Chapter Nine
Shane Blake
I stare at her waiting for her to say more but she doesn’t. Her hand travels to her scar and comprehension dawns on me. She saved her own life by giving up the chance to ever create a new life. My heart hurts for her.
“Babe,” I say softly before kissing her. “It doesn’t matter to me.”
“One day it will,” she says sadly. “Even if you already have a kid, we won’t have one of our own.”
“It won’t because I will have you and Zeus and our kid. I don’t need anything else.” I can hear the conviction in my voice.
“Zeus?” she asks with a frown, skipping over the part where I basically just told her she’s going to be my child’s mother. And I let her.
“You haven’t met my boy yet.” I smile. “He’s the most beautiful, soft-hearted pit bull you’ll ever meet.”
“A dog?”
“My dog. Our dog. And he is going to adore you.”
She laughs, covering her face with her arm, and I am happy I could alleviate the tension of the moment. I know we both come with our own baggage, but I’m sure together we can make this work. I won’t settle for anything less.
“Shane?” she says after her laughter dies down. “Are you sure you want this? Me?”
“You’re all I’ve ever wanted,” I reply honestly, notching the head of my cock to her entrance.
I have been busy getting my pants off while we were talking. I want nothing more than to sink into her heat, if she’ll let me. Her hands press against my chest, stopping me in my tracks. I stare at her, but she doesn’t speak, only pulls at the black t-shirt I have on. If she wants me naked that’s what she will get, and I quickly pull it off and drop it to the floor before kissing her.
My erection pushes into her slowly, allowing her to get used to my size. It’s not something I would brag about, but I am well aware I have been blessed in some areas. I don’t want to hurt her, so I take my time even though the pressure of her walls clamping down is enough to have me seeing stars.
My breathing is ragged when I bottom out inside her slick heat, but I don’t move an inch. Instead, I run my lips down the length of her neck and over her chest until I reach one of her peaked nipples and can suck it into my mouth. She has the perfect breasts to suit her curves. Large, full, and soft, tipped with beautiful pink nipples.
I release it with a pop before looking down into her lust-filled gaze. “I’m going to move now. I can’t hold off any longer,” I say rotating my hips and drawing a moan from her lips.
I start off slow but soon I am pounding away at her like a demon.
“Shane,” she moans loudly. “God, yes!”
“I am going to fuck this perfect pussy. Every. God. Damned. Day.” I punctuate my words with punishing thrusts. “In every room. On every surface. Until you beg me to stop.”
“Never,” Mercy mewls, thrashing her head from side to side.
I pull out of her, and she makes a disgruntled noise. Pulling her upright, I tangle my hand in her hair and kiss her like it might be the last time I get the chance. When I pull away, I sit back down in the chair and wrap my hand around my erection, caressing it firmly but leisurely with my jeans around my ankles.
“Ride me, baby,” I demand as she stares at my cock while licking her lips. “I want to see those beautiful tits bounce in front of my face.”
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Mercy West
I watch as Shane’s hand works up and down the hard length of his erection, and I have the insane urge to fall to my knees and crawl to him before taking him in my mouth. I’ve given a few blowjobs in my life, and it was never something I really enjoyed, but I have a feeling I’m going to love sucking his dick.
“I promise there will be time for that later,” Shane says in a gravelly tone of voice, knowing what I am thinking.
I nod my acceptance before straddling him on one of my mother’s old kitchen chairs. She would kick our asses if she knew what we were doing on her furniture. But I couldn’t care less as I slowly sink down on his length while holding the back for support.
“Shit,” I curse when I finally take him fully into me. “This is so much deeper.”
The cocky smile he wears has me wanting to prove I can give just as good as I get, and I snap my hips forward.
Leaning into his ear, I whisper. “My turn.”
I lift my hips until I am almost all the way off him before slamming back down, eliciting a moan from Shane. His hands grip my hips, and he guides me up and down his length, constantly changing the speed and tempo. His grip becomes tighter, and his breathing changes and I know he is getting close. But then again, so am I. With every downward stroke of my hips, he pushes up, fucking into me from below.
“Yes, Shane,” I moan as he takes a nipple between his teeth.
I bring my entire body weight down hard on his cock as my orgasm barrels down on me. My entire body feels like it explodes at once. My breathing falters and I feel my sex grab onto him.
“Mercy,” he roars, and I feel him lose himself deep inside my body.
We remain locked in each other’s embrace for long moments after, just basking in the post-orgasmic bliss.
There isn’t any warning except for a loud creak as the wood gives way and the chair holding us up breaks. Falling to the floor in a tangle of limbs, laughter, and kisses, we both smile like crazy people.
“We need to be more careful with my furniture,” I joke, caressing his face.
“There’s more at my place.”
A carefree laugh escapes me. “You know I love you, Asshole?”
Shane smiles as he pins me to the kitchen floor. “I love you too, Babe,” he whispers with a wicked smile before sliding inside me again. “Now I need to keep my promise to fuck you in every room before you think I am a liar.”
His thrusts are slow and measured. His gaze locked on mine. This isn’t fucking, no, he is making love to me.
The moment is broken by the sound of shattering glass. Shane pulls out of me before quickly standing and slipping back into his jeans.
“Get dressed but stay here,” he says, helping me up before heading to where the noise came from.
I want to argue but I know he is trying to keep me safe. Everything that happened this morning has kind of overshadowed my original problem. But the fact remains, there is still a sick person out there that leaves twisted gifts on my porch.
“It’s safe,” he shouts from the living room after a couple of minutes.
I’ve slipped into his black t-shirt and my bare feet carry me directly to him. My mind is overreacting, and I keep imagining horrible things. It was probably just some kids that hit their ball through my window while playing baseball in the street.
Shane looks pissed when I walk in and holds up his hand to stop me.
“There’s glass everywhere, Babe. And you aren’t wearing any shoes.”
He is holding a brick with a piece of paper wrapped around it.
“What’s that?”
“I don’t want to tell you,” he says with a frown. “It’s only going to upset you, and you were just happy. We were just happy.”
My heart melts at his words. “You can’t protect me from everything. And I don’t want you to.”
For a moment I don’t think he is going to tell me but then he turns to show me the note.
I AM GOING TO KILL YOU, WHORE!
I feel all the color drain from my face. This may be worse than just a weirdo leaving me presents.