9. Mercy
Left. Right.
Left. Right.
I paced back and forth in Dre’s room for over an hour, my anxiety gnawing at my insides. The armed prospect stationed outside the door only added to my frustration. He wouldn’t open the door, and he wouldn’t tell me shit every time I begged for updates. The silence was agonizing.
Suddenly, I heard the rumbling of motorcycles in the distance. My heart tried to beat its way through my ribcage. Moments later, Dre burst through the door, bloody and beaten. I gasped, rushing straight to his side.
“Dre! Oh my God, are you okay?”
“I’m okay,” he answered with a grunt, hand never leaving his ribs.
“You don’t look it,” I said, noting the pained expression on his bloodied face and bloodstains on his ripped clothes.
The club’s medic, Doc, immediately rushed in with his medical supplies to tend to Dre’s wounds—lacerations and bruised ribs. I remained close, holding his hand while Doc bandaged him and administered pain medication for comfort. My eyes never left his battered face.
“What happened, Dre? What did they do to you?”
He took a deep breath, quickly wincing from the pain before he recounted the ambush, the beatings, and the brawl that popped off when the Hell’s Savages came to rescue him.
“I’m so glad you’re okay. But—where’s your father?”
He looked down, his voice growing quieter. “My father… he didn’t make it, Mercy. He’s dead.”
My heart broke for him as tears welled up in the corners of my eyes. I wrapped my arms around him, unsure of what else to do. If I had the power to bring his father back, I would’ve.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, Dre.” I looked at him, noticing the absence of tears in his eyes. “It’s okay to cry. Let it out.”
His voice was hoarse, filled with raw emotion. “I already did. I cried like a baby when he died in my arms. Now, I have to stay strong.”
Reaching into his pocket, Dre pulled out a flash drive and handed it to me. “Here. This is the video evidence I promised you—proof of the Outlaws’ sex trafficking. You need to leave while you can, Mercy. Cannon isn’t dead, and I can’t risk him coming after you. I’ll have one of the prospects follow you wherever you need to go. I’ll give you money, whatever you need.”
I swung my head firmly. I refused to let him push me away.
“No, Dre. I’m staying right here with you. You’re all I want.”
Dre looked at me before pulling me close. He held me tight, and I knew we could face whatever came next together.
“I’m sorry for storming out on you the way I did. I was just caught up in my feelings for you, both good and bad. Still, I never should’ve left you, especially not without telling you how I feel about you. I’ve been holding back for fear of not wanting to scare you off, but if life has taught me anything today, it’s the cruel lesson that time waits for no one. And I don’t want to let another second go by without telling you how much I love you, Mercy Harris.”
“I didn’t think it would feel that good to hear you say that.”
“Well, believe it, because it’s the truth.”
I leaned into him and gently pecked his lips before I whispered, “I love you too.”
After hours of pouring through the videos and the intense work on my article, I finally submitted it to Mr. Charles, along with the video proof Dre had given me. The videos on the flash drive were damning—showing the faces, locations, and transactions of the Chicago Outlaws MC trafficking women. There was footage of them transporting terrified young girls in the back of trucks swarmed with motorcycles and handing them over to shady figures for money. Everything had been captured secretly by Dre and a few members of the Hell’s Savages working on a secret task at the order of his father. It was undeniable and would surely blow the lid off the Outlaws’ criminal operations.
Meeting my deadline and saving my job lifted a massive weight off my shoulders. Feeling exhausted but accomplished, I stepped out of the shower. The warm water washed away the stress of the day. I wrapped a towel around my dripping wet body and proceeded into the bedroom. It was after four in the morning when I crept over to my side of his bed and dropped my towel. I fully expected him to be asleep.
However, when I crawled into bed, I saw his eyes open, watching me intently.
“Did you finish your article?” he asked, voice groggy.
I nodded. “Yeah. I did. It’s submitted, videos and all.”
I caught a glimpse of Dre’s weak smile through the sliver of moonlight peeking through the curtains. I buried my naked body under the covers and cuddled next to him, our skin touching. Feeling the warmth of his body against mine was as comforting as a warm blanket on a cold day.
I let out a deep sigh. “I’m so glad you’re safe, Dre. I swear I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
He slowly wrapped his arm around me, wincing but still holding me close despite the discomfort it caused him.
“You’re not getting rid of me that easily, woman. You’re mine now.”
I nodded, knowing I didn’t want to belong to anyone else. As we lay there, I was sure what I’d said back to him earlier was true. I’d fallen in love with him. The zinging intensity of my feelings surprised me—hell, it even scared me—but that was how I knew it was real. I studied him, watching his eyelids flutter closed and his tatted chest’s steady rise and fall.
Leaning in, I whispered, “I love you.”
To my shock, he mumbled a response, his voice barely audible but the three words unmistakable.
“Love you too.”
My heart froze mid-thump, shocked that he’d heard me. A warm smile spread across my face as I nestled against the pillow. For the first time in years, I was at peace.
Three weeks later.
The vibe inside the Hell’s Savages’ clubhouse was electrifying. The party had been raging since it started. We were all gathered there to celebrate Dre’s recovery and the victory over the Outlaws, thanks to the publishing of my article. The somberness of recent events—losing and burying their president—was still fresh in our minds and hearts. For the first time in what felt like forever, the clubhouse was filled with laughter, music, and the celebratory clinking of champagne glasses and beer cans alike.
My investigative journalism skills, backed by the video evidence Dre provided, exposed the Chicago Outlaws MC for what they were—creeps on wheels, making their illegal activities undeniable. My article drew immediate attention from local and federal law enforcement agencies, who had been investigating the Outlaws but lacked the concrete evidence to make arrests.
I stood by the bar, a margarita glued to my hand, watching Dre make his rounds, mingling with his crew. He looked healthier, with the bruises and cuts mostly healed, though the emotional scars of losing his father remained. I took the last sip of my drink before licking my lips, keeping my eyes on the prize—Dre. I wanted him. Maybe it was the tequila. Perhaps it was the connection we both felt, but whatever it was, I wanted him bad.
I should’ve been having fun, tossing back shots with his crew, but all I could think about was feeling him buried deep inside me. We hadn’t fucked since that night in his room, and my body was crying out for more. I’d had so many flashbacks to our sessions in the truck and on the bed, and the alcohol in my system only fueled my desire even more. My pussy was wet with need, and I was already five margaritas in.
Dre caught my eye from across the room. His eyes were steely gray, dark and inviting. He grinned at me, teeth white against his sweet brown skin and full of the promise of sinful pleasure. I put my margarita glass on the bar, watching him move toward me purposefully. His eyes never left mine, darkening further as he sauntered closer, heat radiating from every pore.
He stopped close enough for me to smell his smoky, masculine scent. Yet, he was far enough away not to touch but close enough to feel the heat rolling off him in waves.
“Enjoying your party?” I asked.
There was a playful grin on his handsome face. “I am now that I’m back over here with you.”
“Good.”
“Need a refill?” he queried in that velvety voice that sent chills down my spine.
“Not what I’m thirsty for,” I replied huskily, biting my lower lip.
Dre turned to face me, and the air between us thickened with desire as the seconds flew by. He tilted his head to the side, signaling we should move to a quieter space. We walked away from the group, fingers laced together, as the noise of the party faded into the background. We headed toward the other side of the clubhouse, where most of the bikes and vehicles were parked. My car was located next to a shed. Instinctively, I walked around to the front and popped the hood.
“Open it up,” he encouraged, his voice a low rumble that shot a thrill straight through me.
I flipped the latch and lifted the hood, leaning over the engine as if I knew what I was doing. Perfect. If anyone came up and saw us, they’d think we had to go into the shed to get something—oil, windshield wiper fluid, or something like it. I didn’t care. I was prepared to do whatever to get his calloused hands running over my silky brown skin.
His hands came to rest on the edge of the hood, one on either side of me, as he moved in closer—so close I felt the warmth radiating from his body.
“Y’know, I never got to properly thank you for everything,” he stated, his mouth a mere breath away from my ear.
The rumble of his voice against my skin sent pulses of heat down my spine. I smiled, feeling a familiar warmth spread through me.
“You don’t have to thank me.”
“I’m serious,” he replied as his fingertips skated down my spine. “You stuck by me while I healed, while I buried my father. Plus, you stuck to your guns and finished your article. I’m in awe of you, Mercy. The way I feel about it has my insides all fucked up. It’s fast, and it’s twisted. It’s everything it shouldn’t be.”
“Just because it’s fast doesn’t mean it’s not right,” I interjected. “I know it’s been a crazy few weeks, but I know one thing for sure—I don’t want to lose you, Dre.”
My heart gave a kick, my feelings for him stronger than ever.
“You’ll never lose me. I’m right here, ten toes down, and I’m not going anywhere,” he confirmed.
Dre’s gaze was molten, matching the fire I felt building inside me. I saw something flicker behind his eyes. Then, without warning, his lips were on mine—hot and deliciously demanding.
He snaked an arm around my waist, pulling me against him. His touch sent shivers through me as he slowly pulled away. His other hand brushed a loose strand of hair from my face before tucking it behind my ear.
I ran a hand along his chest as a smirk lifted the corner of my lip. “Is it wrong that I want you so bad right now?”
I dropped my gaze down to the bulge behind the pair of dark jeans he wore. His body language promised a night of sinful pleasure.
“You sure you want it here? Because if I start, I won’t be able to stop,” he warned in between kisses, his voice rough and husky. “I won’t be able to control myself once I’m deep inside you, Mercy.”
“Who says I want you to?” I replied teasingly, pulling away slightly to look into his smoldering eyes. His grip on me tightened. “Maybe I want you to ravage this pussy like only you can.”
Dre sucked in a deep breath while his eyes were locked onto mine. He took my hand and pulled me around the other side of the shed—entirely out of view from the clubhouse.
There was a brief moment before he crashed his lips against mine again. There was so much savagery and passion that I wasn’t the only one who felt the sexual connection the two of us shared.
Dre growled low in his throat as he pressed me up against the shed wall. The rough texture scraped against my back, making me gasp into his mouth. He took the opportunity to sweep his tongue inside, tasting me, claiming me.
His calloused hands roamed over my body as if he couldn’t get enough of touching me. His fingertips traced the curve of my hips, my waist, up to the swell of my breasts. I gasped again at the pure, raw sensation of it all—his lips on mine, the way his body pressed into me. I was drowning in an ocean of desire, and it was all because of him.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinkin’ about that pussy of yours,” he admitted between ragged breaths, his eyes blazing even brighter than before. “You have no idea how much I want it.”
There was a tone to his voice that made my knees turn to water—a desperate longing that matched my own. My fingers remained curled around his bulge, rubbing his hard dick through his jeans.
God, I want to taste him. I wanted to know if I could fit his thick dick down my throat. His elephant trunk filled me up so much the last time we were together, and I felt him for days after—a lovely reminder of the sex we had, which was why I wanted it so bad the morning after.
“Probably as much as I want this,” I replied, squeezing his dick before dropping to my knees.
Dre grabbed a fistful of my hair in his hand as I unbuckled his belt, pulled his zipper down, and freed his brick-hard rod.
I took as much of him in my hand as possible and stroked him slowly. His dick twitched as I circled my thumb around the leaking tip, spreading the bead of pre-cum. Dre grunted in approval, and his grip tightened around my hair.
“Look at you taking control,” he said, voice laced with raw need. “You look so fuckin’ good on your knees for me.”
His dirty talk sent a jolt straight to my yoni. My panties were soaked, and I felt my pussy throbbing in anticipation. I licked my lips and flashed my lashes up at him. His eyes were darkened with lust, watching every movement I made.
I leaned forward and flicked my tongue against his mushroom-shaped head, causing Dre to hiss through his teeth. The taste of him alone drove me wild, and I took him deeper into my mouth, setting a pace that had him cursing under his breath.
His fingers tightened in my hair as I worked him over. I could barely get half of his length into my mouth as I took him down before it felt like I couldn’t breathe at all.
Fuck, what is he, a demigod? There has to be some reason his dick is so damn big.
A growl of pleasure escaped his lips as I continued to go down on him, taking him deeper, harder. His eyes were shut tight, and his jaw clenched as he tried to control himself.
“Fuck, baby girl. That feels so good,” he said while gasping as one hand gripped my hair while the other palmed the back of my head. His fingers gripped tighter with every bob of my head and every swirling touch of my tongue.
A moan slipped past my lips, vibrating against his spit-covered dick and sending an electric jolt through him. I felt him twitch in response inside my mouth.
I continued sucking him with fervor. His taste was addicting—masculine, sweet, and purely male—and I couldn’t get enough of it.
As I sucked harder on his thick length and licked down his shaft, Dre let out a low groan of pure need.
“You’re going to make me bust if you don’t stop,” he warned, his voice strained.
He pulled his dick out of my mouth and tugged me up by my hair. It hurt a little, but not too badly. It was the perfect amount of pain, just enough to make me want more.
Once I was back on my feet, he pulled down the straps of my red dress and smiled in satisfaction when he realized I wasn’t wearing a bra.
His fingers traced the curve of my C-cup breasts. “My, my. Look at what we have here.” His smile was wicked and filled with lust and promise.
Dre’s hands pinched and teased my nipples, causing a sharp jolt of pleasure to shoot straight down to my center. I couldn’t help but squirm against him as a low moan escaped from my lips.
“Oh God,” I whimpered as he slipped one of my nipples into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it in a slow, figure-eight motion before sucking firmly.
His other hand slipped between us to the hem of my dress, pushing it up to reveal my lace thong. The feel of his calloused finger gently circling against the sensitive flesh between my legs had me moaning in anticipation.
“A thong, huh?” he quizzed with a smirk playing on his lips.
I licked my bottom lip slowly. “I wanted you to have easy access.”
With a light chuckle, he pulled my thong to the side and sank into me with two fingers while rolling his thumb over my clit in a circular motion, just gentle enough to send volts of electricity through me. My legs buckled under the pleasure as if he’d siphoned command from my knees.
His mouth left my nipple and traveled upward, peppering a trail of hot, wet kisses against my skin until he reached my lips. He delivered a passionate kiss that had me seeing stars. His fingers never stopped moving, constantly driving me higher and higher until I gasped for breath against his lips.
“You’re so fuckin’ wet for me,” he growled in my ear as his fingers picked up their pace. I could barely stand, but he was there, holding me up with his strong arms.
I moaned his name as the coil in my stomach started to tighten. “Dre…”
He pulled back slightly so he could get a better look at me. “That’s it, baby girl,” he murmured. “Cum for me.”
His seductive voice triggered the avalanche. Pleasure crashed through me like a tidal wave, and I let out a loud cry, praying the music from the party was far louder than I was. As soon as I came down from my orgasm, Dre slipped his dripping wet fingers out of my pussy and pressed me up against the shed.
The hard exterior dug into my back and lifted me by my legs. I heard the crunch of gravel underneath his boots as he spread my thighs like smooth peanut butter on white bread. His grip tightened, fingers digging into my hot flesh as his tongue slipped between my warm folds. It was pure bliss.
I squeezed my eyes shut, relishing the moment as I wound my hips against his beard. My fingers intertwined with his locs, gently grabbing his coily roots.
“Mmm, fuck, Dre. Your tongue feels so fucking good.”
My thick thighs rested on his broad shoulders, securing his head in a vise grip as I bucked forward, riding his face. I was seconds away from cumming—seconds away from every nerve ending in my body vibrating and causing a temporary disorientation so damn powerful I was sure I’d be seeing stars, planets, moons, and whatever else our solar system had to offer.
“F-fuck, Dre.”
“Keep saying my name,” he instructed from between my thighs.
His command turned my knees to mush. Soon after, the levee broke, and waves of my orgasm flowed through me as I looked deeply into Dre’s eyes.
“I need you, Dre. I need you right now,” I panted, my limbs an uncoordinated mess.
After cumming again, he stopped his lip service, looking me straight in the eyes. Those lighthearted gray orbs of his took on a mischievous, almost blissful glint. He licked his sweet lips before a smirk appeared. I watched him step forward and rest the pulsating tip on the hood of my pussy, teasing my silky folds before he pushed inside.
He slid the tip in and out of my entrance before pushing in deeper. “See, look how wet I make you. Bet no one else can make your pussy drip like this.”
I shook my head. “No one but you.”
Dre smirked, no doubt pleased with my answer. “Good. Because I plan to fuck you even better this time.”
He pushed deeper into me. I gasped at the sudden increase in size. There was no doubt in my mind—his dick fit inside me like a hand in a silk glove, filling me up completely.
A whimper of pleasure escaped my lips. “Oh, my fucking… God…”
My head fell back against the shed, and all I could see were the stars above us and the blazing intensity in Dre’s eyes. He dipped his head low and captured my nipples in his mouth, sucking and taunting me while he thrusts slowly in and out of me.
His thrusts became rhythmic, a perfectly paced dance that left me reeling for more. I clutched his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as heat coiled in the pit of my stomach again.
“I could stay here forever,” he confessed, his voice husky with his own desire as his thumb found my clit again and began to rub it in lazy circles.
“God, yes,” I breathed out, barely able to finish speaking before the next heatwave rolled through me. “Don’t stop, Dre. I’m—I’m so fucking close to?—”
He captured my lips in a searing kiss. “Good. I want you to cream all over this dick, baby girl. I’m gonna keep fuckin’ you until my balls are dripping wet.”
I stifled a gasp while burying my face into his shoulder, biting gently on his skin to keep from crying out loud. I was lost in a sea of sensation. The shed, the night, the stars—everything faded into insignificance. There was only Dre, him and the delicious friction of his erection sliding in and out of me.
He tugged my earlobe with his teeth, sending shivers down my spine that lit up every nerve ending on my body. “You’re so fuckin’ tight,” he growled against my skin, making me shudder with pleasure.
“Dre,” I gasped, writhing against him, “I can’t… I…”
I didn’t have the words, but it didn’t matter because Dre knew precisely what I needed.
His pace quickened, and his thrusts turned into forced jerks as he verged on the edge of his climax. His lips found mine again, swallowing my cries of ecstasy as another orgasm washed over me and pulled me out to sea. How couldI ever give this up? Dre fucked me better than anyone had my entire life.
He put me down and spun me around. “Put your fuckin’ hands on the wall and bend over.”
I smirked, following his orders. I placed both hands above my head and arched my back so that he could reenter me from behind with ease.
“Goddamn, baby girl. Mmm,” he growled against my nape while slamming into me.
All we heard were the sounds of crickets chirping and Dre’s thighs smacking against my ass. He slapped my ass as my body stiffened, and his grip around my waist tightened with intensity.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, slamming into me one final time before I felt the pulsating warmth of his release filling me up.
I looked over my shoulder to see him toss his head back, throwing his long locs back in ecstasy as every muscle in his body strained.
“Fuck… fuck…” His words were lost as his breath became ragged, matching the rhythm of my own heaving chest.
“Dre.” I sighed, my fingers tracing patterns on his sweat-glistened skin.
His response was a low groan, exhausted and sated. Still buried deep inside me, he collapsed onto me, pulling our bodies tightly together and curling his arms around my waist. He buried his face into the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply, as a sound of pure contentment escaped his lips. Slowly, our heartbeats began to slow, our bodies still glistening with sweat.
It wasn’t just another late-night romp between us. Hell, I wouldn’t even call it making love. All I knew was that Dre had devoured me, and I wanted him to keep devouring me for as long as he could.