Chapter 12 #3
Four … This is exactly what I’d fantasized kissing Merci would be like. Wild. Explosive.
Three … I could do this all night.
Two … Maybe I could figure out a way for this to work between us. Maybe Merrick would—
One … Merrick would kill me.
I pulled away. Merci’s eyes were wide and bright, pupils blown. Her hand wrapped around my thigh, moving dangerously high.
I pulled away. “We can’t do this,” I rasped.
Her gaze dropped to my mouth, then back up. “Why?”
Before I could respond, she swung her leg over and straddled my lap as she kissed me again. Her fingers curled in my shirt as she dragged me closer. Her chest pressed against mine, and I could feel her hot skin through the thin tank top.
She pulled away and gazed at me, biting her lip.
“We can’t cross this line,” I groaned.
“Why?” she repeated in a breathy whisper, grinding against me.
I rested my forehead on hers. “You fucking know why. Merrick would never be OK with us. With you becoming my old lady.”
Merci leaned back to glare at me. “That’s a bit presumptuous. This doesn’t have to be serious.”
“Merci,” I begged. I wasn’t sure if I was asking her to stop or keep going.
“Hatchet,” she said, shifting her hips again and reminding my dick that this was serious. Very serious. “You want me.”
“Of course I want you. Fucking look at you.” I raked my gaze up and down her body.
She continued, as if we were talking about a to-do list. “I’m a consenting adult. You’re a consenting adult. What we do in the privacy of my own home is no one’s business.”
“In Merrick’s home,” I corrected.
“He’s not here. It’s my bedroom. Listen, I’m tired of battery-operated orgasms. Let’s just hook up. It’ll be out of our system by the end of this week. Then, when Merrick gets back, we go back to being friends like this never happened.”
She acted like the entire scenario made perfect sense.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I said, grazing her cheek with my knuckles. “I don’t want to lose you as a friend.”
Her gaze softened for a beat, and then sharpened with the stubborn sassiness I’d grown to love. “You won’t. I’m not expecting anything but hot sex and a distraction from the dysfunction that has become my life. I’m not asking you to marry me or to make me an old lady. I’m asking you to fuck me.”
I leaned my head back on the sofa and closed my eyes. “You’re going to get me killed.” I blew out a long breath, fighting the urge to flip her onto her back. To bury myself so deep into her that I’d forget my own name.
She smirked, knowing she’d won. “I’ll be sure to tell the story of the valiant efforts of your resistance at your funeral.” She rolled her hips again, grinding against my hard cock. “Let’s go upstairs.”
Merci slid off my lap, her fingers trailing down my chest as she rose. She hooked her fingers around the hem of her shirt and dragged it over her head. I stared, mesmerized by her perfect tits and the cute piercing hanging from her belly button. A little fucking armadillo.
“Fuck,” I groaned. I scrubbed my face with my hands, hoping to clear my head. When I re-opened my eyes, she stood before me in a lacy thong, her cut-off shorts abandoned on the floor.
“Upstairs,” Merci commanded. She tilted her head and gave me a wicked smile. “Unless you’d rather I find someone else to give me a few orgasms. Coast looks pretty capable with those big hands of his.”
My restraint snapped. I stood, startling Chaos from her nap, and grabbed Merci by the waist. I kissed her before tossing her over my shoulder. She laughed as I carried her upstairs.
“Put me down, ogre,” she squealed.
I smacked a palm to her ass, and she shrieked. I tossed her on the bed, and she bounced once before stretching out before me. I stared at the curves of her body, mesmerized by the fucking masterpiece.
I unbuttoned my jeans and shoved them down. Her eyes widened as I kicked them away. I always went commando, and from the way her breath caught, she appreciated the time-saving measure.
“What’s that?” she asked, staring with hungry curiosity at the curved titanium barbell that sat where the base of my shaft met my body.
“A piercing,” I said, smirking as her jaw dropped. I stroked my cock as she stared.
“Obviously. But why? What does it do for you?”
I stepped closer, wrapping my fingers around her ankle and jerking her toward the edge of the bed until her thighs framed my hips. “For me, not a lot. It’s for you.”
Her gaze heated as she considered the placement. “Oh,” she whispered. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
“You sure about this?” I asked one last time. “We can stop. Pretend this never happened.” My thumb stroked the inside of her ankle as I watched her expression.
She arched a brow. “And live the rest of my life wondering what that feels like?” She eyed the piercing again. “Do you want to stop?”
“No,” I admitted, my voice rough.
“Then fuck me already.”
“Not yet,” I said. I peppered kisses down the column of her neck before moving to her chest, stopping to lavish attention on the peaks of her nipples. I pulled one between my teeth, rolling my tongue against it and sucking hard. She gasped and arched into me.
I pulled her hips toward the edge of the bed and ripped the flimsy lace in half.
“Hatchet,” she whined. “I liked those.”
“I’ll buy you more,” I said, my voice rumbling across the room.
I knelt before her, hooking an arm beneath her thighs as I pressed my lips to her center. I dragged my tongue across her, trading soft laps and sharp flicks. She moaned and pressed her head against the mattress, lost in the pleasure.
“God, that feels good,” she whispered.
“You taste like sin,” I growled.
Her thighs trembled as the words vibrated through her. She bucked against me as I sucked and nipped at her clit. She gripped my head, fingers running through my hair, and cried out as her first orgasm crashed into her.
“Look at you falling apart already. One down. That was just the warmup. I’m going to wreck you tonight.”
She sat, panting as I stood before her. I knelt on the bed and stroked my cock as she watched.
Merci moved toward me on all fours with a predatory gleam in her eyes. “Maybe I’ll wreck you,” she purred.
She reached for my cock, wrapping a hand around it and stroking from tip to base. When her hand hit the barbell, she took me in her mouth. Her tongue flickered against the tip, and she moaned, the vibration moving through me and almost making me lose it right then and there.
I clenched my teeth. “Fuck,” I gritted out. “I’m not going to last long if you keep that up, doll.”
She scraped her teeth against me on purpose. “Don’t call me that. I’m not a fucking sweetbutt.”
“No, you’re not. You’re a goddamn hellcat.”
I pushed her back and pinned her to the mattress, gripping both wrists in one hand and stretching them overhead. My free hand swept down her body, diving between her thighs to trace her slickness before plunging a finger deep inside.
“You’re fucking soaked. I bet you can’t wait to take my cock, can you?”
She moaned as I slowly pumped in and out before adding a second finger. She clenched around me, and I curled my fingers to hit that sweet spot that made her eyes roll to the back of her head.
“Hatchet, please,” she begged. “Just fuck me already. Do you have a condom?”
“I’m clear. I got tested two weeks ago, and I haven’t been with anyone since. Are you on birth control?”
She rocked her hips, grinding against me as she moaned. “Yeah, and I’m clear, too. I got tested after Luca—”
I gripped her tighter, and she let out a squeak. “New rule. Don’t ever say his fucking name when our clothes are off. Because from this moment forward, you’re mine. You hear that, Hellcat?”
She stared into my eyes. “Fuck me.”
I sank into her and almost came from the silky sweet heat of her pussy. “Fuck, Merci,” I rasped.
She was hot and tight, and she was going to make me lose my goddamn mind. She wrapped her legs around me to pull me deeper. She gasped when the barbell dragged across her clit for the first time.
“Oh, fuck,” she whispered as she raked her fingernails into my shoulders.
The headboard thumped against the wall as she met every thrust with a roll of her hips.
“Harder,” she whispered. “Faster.”
Her breath hitched as her second orgasm built. She shattered louder this time, wilder as her body convulsed beneath me, triggering my own release.
I collapsed beside her with a ragged breath, and the guilt immediately set in.
“You may have just ruined me,” Merci said, breathless and grinning. “That piercing is a game changer.”
“That was amazing. But we can’t do that again. Merrick will—”
She smacked my chest. “New rule. We don’t talk about my brother when our clothes are off.”
An excited bark sounded from the bottom of the steps, and I swore. “We left the gremlin without supervision.”
“What kind of destruction do you think is waiting for us?”
I shook my head. “There’s only one way to find out.”
While we’d gotten lost in each other, Chaos had completely shredded the lamb toy. Stuffing covered the living room.
“Could have been a lot worse,” Merci suggested.
I nodded. “Next time we’ll put her in the crate.”
She grinned. “So you admit there’ll be a next time.”
I wrapped my arms around Merci and pulled her body against mine, cupping her ass with my hand.
I’d white-knuckled my feelings for her since I helped her move, fooling myself into thinking I could resist. And now, with Merci pressed against my chest, I was done pretending I had the willpower to walk away.
“Yeah, Hellcat. Even if this ends up putting me in my grave, it’ll be worth it. We have a week. And I plan to make the most of it.”
The guilt of my betrayal to my best friend wasn’t going anywhere. But neither was I.