Chapter Fifteen
EFFA
Mercs pulls back and looks down at me like he’s had a sudden thought. His brows furrow, and he appears shell-shocked, like something’s scaring the shit out of him.
I bring my hand in to caress his face, making his eyes drift back up to meet mine.
“Mercs, what’s going on?”
He swallows hard. “I was stupid. Got caught up,” he rasps, pulling me to him tighter.
“I’m not following?” I ask, confused.
He exhales and grimaces, cracking his neck to the side like he’s uncomfortable. “I didn’t wrap it up and came inside you.”
Leaning my head against his warm chest, I cuddle into him. His heart beats so frantically, I can feel it hammering against my ear. His inner turmoil is kinda cute—poor guy.
“Mercs, stop panicking—”
“You’re right. Shit! I can run out and get you the morning-after pill. It’s no biggie, right?”
With a giggle, I squeeze him tighter, hoping to calm him down. “I won’t need one, Mercs. I’m on the pill, you goose. I’m covered. And if you’re worried about me being clean, you’re the first guy I’ve gone bareback with in, like, well… forever. So yeah, I’m clean.”
His breathing evens out as his arms tighten around me. He rubs slow circles into my back, soothing both of us, then lets out a heavy sigh. “You could’ve led with that, you know?”
“It’s fun to watch you squirm.”
I pull back and look into his eyes. He peers down at me, and there it is again—that energy. It crackles between us, pulsing through the air, threatening to start this all over again.
“Now we have to deal with Luke. I’m pretty sure he’s not gonna approve of us being together,” Mercs states.
“No, probably not. But we’re happy, and that’s what counts.”
His hands slide to my ass, giving it a cheeky squeeze, and I smile as he winks at me. “I’m more than happy we finally scratched this itch, and now we’re on the right track.”
Taking a deep breath, I grin. “You’re so romantic. I’m overwhelmed with your hearts and flowers,” I tease, giggling.
“Well, I am the last of the romantics.” He chuckles.
“I hope you’re ready, ‘cause we are going to tell the others about us.”
“You think that’s a good idea?”
“You’d rather sneak around? Or have it out in the open so everyone knows and we can just be?”
“Personally, I’d rather stay in this little bubble we’ve created in the bathroom a while longer. But I’m sure Luke will burst it.” He grins wickedly. “But you can blow me…” he pauses, “… a new bubble later.”
Rolling my eyes, I break free, turning to look for my panties.
“Get dressed, and if you’re lucky, I’ll let you service me later as punishment for being a smart-ass.”
“Not sure that’s punishment. I’ll enjoy that as much as you will.”
“Then we’ll definitely go with that option.” I giggle, tapping him on the ass.
“Shouldn’t I be slapping your ass?”
“Only if it’s foreplay.”
His eyes widen, and he grins wickedly as I gather my clothes and start dressing, trying to ignore the fact that he’s getting hard again.
“You’d let me slap your ass during sex?”
I turn my head, arching a brow. “Mercs…” I smirk. “I’d let you do anything you wanted to me. I trust you.”
His hand moves to his cock, and he strokes it a couple of times like he needs the release. I smile and walk back over to him, biting my lower lip as I watch him.
“Fuck, Effa, you can’t say shit like that when we’re supposed to be getting dressed.”
I rise onto my toes and plant a soft kiss on his lips, then drop to my knees in front of him.
His breath hitches as I lower myself, and his gaze sharpens, all dark heat and raw want.
He keeps stroking himself, but slower now, more measured in his control.
His dominance laces the air around us, thick and charged.
“You kneeling like that?” he murmurs, voice rough and low. “That’s a fucking sight I could get used to.”
I don’t respond, just stare up at him with wide eyes, letting him feel the full weight of my attention. I’m not touching him, not yet. I’m just here, watching. It’s a moment soaked in tension, erotic and electric.
His cock pulses in his grip, and a bead of precum glistens at the tip. I swallow hard, my thighs clenching at the sound of his quiet, ragged breath. Slowly, I place my hands on the sides of his thighs, gliding them upward in a sensual sweep that has him groaning.
He grabs a handful of my hair, his fingers tightening just enough to claim, not control. He doesn’t force me, doesn’t guide me, he just holds. Possessively. Like I already belong to him, and we both know it.
“Look at you, so fucking pretty on your knees for me…” He growls the word, “Mine.”
The way he says it, low, sure, like it’s a fact, sends a thrill right through me.
Mercs’ breaths turn short and shallow as his body starts to tense, that primal edge tightening in his shoulders. His strokes grow rougher, desperate, like he’s chasing the release he knows I’m about to give him. I feel his thighs twitch under my hands, and I know he’s right there on the brink.
I lean in slowly, deliberately, and smooth my lips over the tip of his cock.
He lets out a deep, guttural, raw. A throaty growl that rips from his chest like an untamed beast. It’s primal, possessive, and sexy as all hell.
And then he explodes into my mouth. His hot cum shoots straight to the back of my throat, thick and salty, warm and oddly inviting. I don’t hesitate, swallowing him down, savoring every second.
As he finishes, his body slumps, and he exhales hard, slipping from my mouth. His arms reach down, hooking under mine before he lifts me to my feet. I smile, wiping my lips, but his mouth’s already on mine before I can say a word.
He kisses me fiercely with no hesitation, no fear, and I love that the taste of himself does not gross him out on my tongue. Most guys wouldn’t even risk it.
Mercs pulls back, eyes locked on mine. “Fuck, Effa! Watching you like that on your knees, looking up at me, turned me on hardcore.”
“Happy to help. But seriously, we need to talk to Luke. Not about sex, obviously, but about us.”
“The sex stays between us. Your pussy’s mine now. No one else gets you. Got it!”
I smirk. “I get it, Mr. Bossy Pants. But seriously, this time… get dressed.”
He nods before leaning in for a quick kiss, then bends to grab his briefs. I collect my clothes and start slipping them back on.
His gaze stays on me the entire time, heavy and intense, like he’s disappointed to see me covering up. And honestly? I love that. I love that I affect him like this. But right now, we need to shift focus.
Round two, or is that three, will have to wait.
We’ve got Luke to deal with.
The bathroom falls quiet, but my lips curl in a soft smile. I yank up my shorts and glance over at Mercs while he pulls his shirt over his head.
“I never thought this plane trip would turn out so…” Words escape me, and I giggle.
“Yeah, I’ve always wanted to join the Mile High Club.” He chuckles.
I snort. “Geez, is sex all you ever think about?”
“When you’re around me… yes.”
The bathroom door creaks open, and both our heads snap around. In the heat of the moment, I’d completely forgotten it was shut, but not locked.
Andi walks in, eyes wide as she takes in the scene. We’re mostly dressed, save for a missing shoe each, but it’s obvious what’s just happened. Her gaze swings between us, and she throws her hands in the air, her face contorting in a mix of disbelief and irritation.
“Oh hell… no,” she blurts, stepping inside with her hands on her hips—full mum-mode activated.
I straighten up, taking a deep breath.
She glares at me, eyes blazing. “Effa, we made a pact. No one was supposed to screw Mercs. You were the one who pushed for it. We can’t afford to lose him, and now what? You’re secretly fucking him behind our backs?”
“Andi,” Mercs warns, stepping in.
Andi spins on her heel and shoots him a glare that could peel paint. “Stay out of this, bright spark.”
Then back to me. “Effa, you could ruin everything just because you can’t keep your fucking legs shut—”
“Hold on a min—”
“I’m. Not. Done,” she cuts Mercs off with a hand in his face.
He was trying to defend me, and I give him a tiny smile, grateful he tried.
Andi keeps her hand raised toward Mercs but glares back at me.
“You might like him, hell, maybe you’ve got feelings.
But this? This will end in heartache, and when it does, he’ll be forced to leave.
This isn’t just about you, Effa. Mercs is part of all of us.
You fuck this up, it’s on you. I won’t support this.
Not at all. Whether it’s just sex or something deeper, I’m not on your side.
It should end now before someone gets hurt. ”
I square my shoulders and meet her glare.
“Andi, we are together… a couple. You’re not gonna change that with harsh words.
Yeah, I know I was the one who said he was off-limits.
I made that pact. I get it. But when you care about someone as I care about Kaden, sometimes you’ve got to break the fucking rules. ”
She drops her hand as Mercs nods, clearly liking what I said.
“Andi,” he adds. “I promised Effa that no matter what happens between us, I won’t abandon the tour. That promise stands. I have a contract. I will honor it. I am a man of my word. I’m not leaving. I’m here for the long haul.”
Andi scoffs. “Words mean shit. Actions say everything.” She sneers, then spins on her heel and storms out of the bathroom.
Swallowing hard, I glance over at Mercs, trying to gauge where his head is at.
He simply smiles and shakes his head. “It’s fine, Effa. I mean, I had a feeling you guys had made me in a no-go zone, but I’m damn glad you broke your own rule.”
I pull on my other boot while he slips into his Converse. Then I stand quickly and walk straight into his arms, wrapping around his waist, pressing my face to his chest. His arms close over me immediately, soothing and warm. He kisses the top of my head like it’s instinct. And maybe now… it is.