Chapter 25
Comfort – should be given while not wearing any clothes if Mercy has anything to say about it
Gibson
I hold Mercy’s hand the entire drive from the hospital back to Winter Falls.
“Mercury’s tough. He’ll be okay,” I tell her when I park in front of Mercury’s house.
“I know. But he’s not getting any younger.”
“Neither are we,” I joke.
She doesn’t laugh. “I just wish I’d known about him years ago. I really hate my mom for keeping my family from me all these years.”
I wince. I know how it feels to hate your parents. “Have you spoken to your mom since you arrived in Winter Falls?”
“Nah. She’s probably on a bender.”
I squeeze her hand. “I’m sorry.”
“I guess we both have shitty parents.”
Unlike her mom, though, my parents are constantly trying to get in touch with me. I block them, they get another phone number and call me again, and then I block them again. I can’t understand what they’re thinking.
Why the hell would I want to speak to the people who claimed all the music for Cash the Sinners was written by them and stolen by me? Who claimed they have a right to my money since they paid for my guitar lessons when I was young?
I bought them a house and a car. Made some investments for them. But nothing is good enough. They want it all. Both of them have quit working and live off the investments I made for them but it’s not enough. It will never be enough.
“Will you come inside? I don’t want to be alone.”
The admission costs her. Mercy hates being vulnerable.
“Of course, you don’t need to ask.”
She nibbles her bottom lip. “What if I’m asking you inside to comfort me?”
I gulp while my cock twitches. It doesn’t care how vulnerable Mercy is. It remembers how good it felt to be buried inside her and wants to do it again.
“I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
“What if I want to take advantage of you?” She winks.
“Don’t joke, Mercy.”
“Why not? Are you afraid?” She bats her eyelashes.
“I’m afraid you’ll regret us having sex in the morning. I don’t want to be a regret.”
Do I want to be in Mercy’s bed? Hell, yeah. But I want to be there because she can’t resist me, can’t wait for the pleasure I can give her. Not because she’s upset about her uncle and needs to forget for a while.
“I won’t regret it.”
“You said no sex.”
“I said no sex yet. Yet is over.”
“It’s only been a few days.”
“Okay. I’m just going to say it. This conversation is on the top of the list of conversations I never thought I’d have with Gibson Lewis, guitar player for Cash the Sinners.”
She’s joking but her words hurt. “I know I haven’t always been a gentleman in the past. I’ve been happy to enjoy the benefits of my fame. But I’m not that man anymore. Not when it comes to you.”
Her eyes are full of doubt, so I continue. “I had plenty of opportunity to have sex with fans today. They whipped off their shirts and bras for me.” She gasps and I hold up a hand to pre-empt her reply. “I didn’t ask them to and I didn’t touch any of them. Except to give them autographs. My point is I wasn’t the least bit tempted. I am not the same man as I was before we met.”
I didn’t believe in love before we met. Not since my ‘loving’ parents sued me when I refused to pay for their membership at the country club.
But now? Mercy’s shown me true love does exist. The way she loves her uncle is a good example.
“Now, you’re definitely having sex with me.”
“What?”
“You can’t be all ‘I didn’t touch the fans because I only want you’ and then deny me sex. I’m not allowing it.”
I chuckle. “Not allowing it?”
“You heard me.” She grabs the door handle. “Get your ass out of this car, march into the house, and have your wicked way with me.”
She doesn’t wait for my response before jumping out of the car and walking to the door. I chase after her. Of course, I do. There’s a limit to how much a sane man can resist this woman and no one’s ever accused me of being sane before.
I slam the front door behind me and lock it. Mercy kicks off her cowboy boots before starting to whip off her sweater.
I stop her. “Whoa. Slow down. I’m not fucking you against the wall.”
“Why not?” She pouts.
Because I want to show her how much I care for her. I open my mouth to say the words but nothing comes out. The words are stuck in my throat. I can’t say them. But I can show her.
I grasp her hand and tug her into my arms. “There’s no hurry, sassy girl. We have all night.”
“But I want you, guitar man.”
I press my hard length against her stomach. “And I want you.”
I mold my lips to hers and she immediately opens for me. I groan when her spicy taste hits me. This is what I’ve been missing. This is what I want. Not some nameless, faceless fan.
I thread my hands through her silky hair and tilt her head so I can dive deeper into her mouth. I want to explore every single inch. Taste every single inch.
She wraps her leg around my waist and rubs her core up and down my length. I slow the kiss before pulling away.
“Bedroom,” I growl.
I want to lay her down on a bed where I can touch every inch of her. I want to worship her body with my hands and my tongue. I need to show her how much she means to me. How I’m worth taking a chance on.
She points down the hallway and I throw her over my shoulder.
“Gibson,” she shouts as she pounds on my back. “I’m not a damsel in distress.”
“Never said you were.”
We reach the bedroom. I start to throw her on the bed but stop when I notice the mess of clothes on it.
She groans. “I’m usually not this messy, but I was still in my pajamas when I phoned 911. I had to dress quickly while keeping an eye on Mercury and checking for the arrival of the ambulance.”
I set her on her feet. “Stay there.”
She frowns. “You’re only supposed to order me around when we’re naked.”
I grin. “I’m glad you agree I’m in charge in the bedroom.”
“Damn. I didn’t mean—”
I kiss her before she can take back her words.
“I got this,” I murmur against her lips before stepping back.
I find the laundry basket and dump her clothes in it. I drop the full basket in the corner of the room before stalking toward Mercy. Her eyes flare as she watches me approach.
“Arms up,” I order.
She stares at me for a long moment before slowly lifting her arms. I grasp the hem of her sweater and push it up and off of her leaving her in a simple bra.
I trace the edge of the cup with my finger. Goosebumps explode on her skin and her nipples harden.
“This has to go as well,” I growl before reaching behind her and unhooking the bra.
The material falls forward exposing her pretty pink nipples. She shakes her arms and the garment drops to the ground.
“These are mine,” I mutter as my hands cover her breasts. I massage and knead them until her head falls back and she rubs her legs together.
I draw my hands down her sides to the waistband of her jeans.
“Why did you stop?” she whines.
“I need these off.”
She reaches for the button but I slap her hands away. “My job.”
“Get to it, guitar man.”
I nip her shoulder. “Are you impatient?”
“Maybe I’m not impatient. Maybe you’re slow.”
“I’m slow?”
“As molasses.”
I rip her jeans open and I wedge my hand under her panties until I find her pussy and spear her with two fingers. Her inner muscles ripple around my fingers.
“Is this slow?” I ask as I pump my fingers in and out of her.
She groans.
I freeze. “You didn’t answer me.”
She lifts her chin and glares at me. “You stopped again.”
“I’ll stop as many times as I want if you can’t learn to listen to me.”
Her eyes narrow. “If you want a woman who listens to you, you’re in the wrong bedroom.”
I smirk. “You love it when I order you around in the bedroom and you know it.”
“I know no such thing.”
“Remove your panties and jeans but keep me inside you the entire time,” I order.
Her eyes flare. Yep. She loves it when I order her around in the bedroom. But I’m not going to argue with her about it. My patience is up. My cock is hard and leaking. I’m ready to lay her down on the bed and show her how good we are together. Show her what she means to me.
She pushes her jeans and panties down her hips. When the material is at her knees, she stops. She glances around the room as if searching for a solution.
She shackles my wrist and squeezes tight as she shifts backward until she hits the bed. She sits while keeping a tight grip on my wrist. She pushes her jeans to her ankles and kicks them off.
“I’m completely naked. There’s no one home. What are you going to do to me?” She flutters her eyelashes at me.
“Whatever I want,” I growl before I resume pumping my fingers in and out of her.
She widens her legs and begins to ride my fingers.
“There you go, sassy girl. Take what you need.”
I press my heel against her clit as I continue to work her. She moans and her hands lift to play with her breasts.
“You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” My eyes are glued to the way she plays with herself.
It’s not long before her walls tighten on my fingers.
“Come for me, sassy girl. Come all over my fingers.”
“Yes,” she breathes.
“Say my name when you come.”
She lifts her head and her eyes meet mine. “Gibson,” she groans as her climax hits.
I continue to pump in and out of her until she collapses on the bed. I remove my fingers before licking them clean. Spicy. She tastes spicy everywhere. I debate getting to my knees and tasting her pussy but my cock’s patience is gone.
I lift Mercy up and place her in the middle of the bed before quickly stripping. I dig a condom out of my wallet and don it before joining her on the bed.
“Think you can handle another round?”
Her eyes light with challenge. “Think you can?”
I lay next to her. “Get on me.”
She straddles me but I twirl my finger. “Other way around. I want to watch your ass while you take me.”
Her eyes flare and her breath hitches. I twirl my finger again and she nods before whirling around until I have the perfect view of her lean back, wide hips, and luscious ass.
“Lift yourself up and put my cock inside you.”
“Bossy,” she mutters but does as I say.
Once I’m notched at her entrance, she slowly lowers herself down. I dig my fingers into her hips and grit my teeth to stop myself from coming.
Mercy is some kind of witch. Or maybe a magician. No other woman has made me want to come at the first stroke. But being inside her isn’t the same as being inside any other woman. This is heaven. Pure and simple.
“Ride me,” I growl.
She braces her hands on my thighs before lifting and lowering herself on me. I was wrong. This is heaven. Watching her take me.
I use my hold on her hips to increase her pace until our skins slap together. My balls draw up but I grit my teeth and hold on. I’m not coming before my sassy girl.
I wind one hand around her hip to find her clit. I press against it and rub circles the way I know she prefers. Her pace increases in response.
“Play with those pretty titties, sassy girl. Make yourself come all over my cock.”
“I’m… I’m…”
“Come, Mercy,” I order.
Her head falls back and she shouts, “Gibson.”
Her climax triggers mine. “Mercy,” I grind out as she continues to bounce up and down on my cock.
When her orgasm wanes, she collapses forward on my legs. I sit up and pull her into my arms. My chest to her back. I kiss her neck.
“I…”
I pause. I was about to say I love you. What the hell? I don’t love Mercy. I admit I’m falling for her. But I’m not there yet. Or am I?
She giggles. “I made you speechless.”
Yeah, she did.