Chapter Nineteen #2
His hand shifts, tightening slightly in warning. “Don’t hold back,” he murmurs against me, his voice low and commanding. The vibration of it sends a tremor through my body.
My fingers bury deeper into his hair, but he doesn’t let me control the pace. When my hips start to rock, chasing more, he stills me with a firm grip, forcing me to take what he gives instead of demanding it.
Mercs’ builds me up like he’s constructing something deliberate with pressure tightening, and heat coiling low in my belly until I’m trembling beneath him. Sweat gathers under my leather dress, goose bumps rising along my skin as my breath turns ragged and uneven.
My body begs for more.
He knows it.
A second finger joins the first, stretching me, claiming space inside me while his mouth works with punishing patience. I gasp, eyes squeezing shut as bright bursts of light spark behind my lids.
“Look at me,” he orders.
My eyes fly open.
Mercs watches me as he drives me higher, his gaze dark, focused, completely in control of what’s happening to me.
A low growl vibrates against my most sensitive nerve, and the sound alone nearly breaks me.
Heat surges through my blood, molten and wild.
My thighs tremble in his hands, my entire body tightening while the edge rushes closer and closer.
“Now,” he says.
And I shatter.
Pleasure crashes through me in violent waves, tearing a cry from my throat as my body convulses around him. I tremble, breathless, and completely undone under his steady grip while he keeps me there, riding out every pulse until I’m shaking.
Only then does he slow.
Only then does he ease up.
He withdraws gently, pressing a slow kiss to the inside of my thigh before rising over me. My chest heaves as I try to steady my breathing, my limbs loose and weak in the aftermath.
His hand slides up my body, slower now, softer. “You with me?” he asks, his voice no longer commanding, just warm.
I nod, still trying to catch my breath.
When he stands, he wipes his mouth and grins at me as I lean back on my elbows, coming down from a high only he can give me.
“You taste so fucking good,” he says, moving his hands to his jeans as he starts to undo them.
Then he brushes his thumb across my cheek, pushing a damp strand of hair away from my face.
The intensity in his eyes has shifted. They are still dark, still powerful, but there’s something else there now.
Care.
“You’re incredible,” he murmurs, leaning down to press his forehead to mine.
My fingers curl into his shirt, not to hold him in place this time, but to keep him close.
The world narrows again, watching him pull his cock from his jeans, pushing them down around his ass just enough so they don’t fall. My chest heaves with heavy breaths, and I move my hands out, sliding them around his neck when he steps in between my parted thighs.
With a force I wasn’t expecting, he slides his hands under my ass and grips my cheeks, pulling me toward him.
My legs wrap around his waist, and the tip of his hard cock presses right in line with my pussy.
Instinctively, my hips rock, begging him to fill me.
I chew on my bottom lip, my breath caught in anticipation as he inches forward, looking into my eyes, his hand comes up and clenches my neck.
“Fuck… you’re mine. Always.” His voice is a gravelly whisper, a promise.
“Always,” I reply, and finally, he thrusts forward, his hard length slamming into me. I moan as he pushes me against the counter for support, and my fingers dig into his back as we join together.
Pulling my head forward, hand firm around my neck, his lips join with mine in a forceful kiss as he pulls back and thrusts into me again, deeper, harder.
“God yes,” he murmurs against my lips and sets a pace, a punishing rhythm. With every thrust, he pulls back, only to slam back into me, rotating and grinding his hips when he’s deep.
It’s hard, it’s fast, and it’s fucking heaven. Our lips frantically devour each other, and when he bites down on my bottom lip, hard, not painfully, it’s enough to send a spike of pleasure through my body and straight to my clit.
Suddenly, he shifts position, and his arms are around me.
I squeal as he spins me while still deep inside me.
Our lips break contact, and I try to orient myself from the sudden change, barely registering what he’s doing when he sets me down, his cock slipping free.
I whimper at the loss, but then he turns me, pushing me over the top of a wine barrel, my bare ass on view for him.
I turn to look back at him, but he presses firmly on my back, ensuring my chest and stomach are flat on the top.
I grin and plant my cheek on the wine barrel, opening my legs as he steps in behind me.
Then, with one hand on the back of my neck holding me down and the other on my hip, his foot moves out, smacking my boot, so my leg slips out a little wider.
It’s hot, it’s dominant, and it’s controlling.
His cock presses against my ass, and I squirm, my breathing coming in hard and fast, impatient for him to take me.
He lines himself up with my pussy, dragging the head through my lips.
A shudder races down my spine, and I’m so wet, the lewd noise filters through the space.
I whimper, needing more, needing him to put me out of my damn misery.
Clenching the sides of the barrel, I brace for him, ready for him. “Mercs…” His name is a plea for him to give me everything.
I praise Gaia when he slams into me without warning, his hand on my neck pushing me down harder.
My face slides against the woodgrain texture, and I gasp when he grinds into me so deep it’s almost painful.
I’m filled in a way only Mercs can, the thin line of pain and pleasure teetering, and I love it.
“You look incredible like this. Like mine,” he mutters as he pulls back, his hand gripping my hip and digging into my flesh so tight I’m sure it will bruise. But I don’t care, I like it when he’s rough.
Mercs slowly pulls back and thrusts up into me again.
His pace is unforgiving.
Hard.
Relentless.
Unwavering.
My body shifts up and off the barrel with every thrust, adding another layer of sensations running through me.
I’ve missed this, and hope we never have to know what it’s like not to want this again.
Having my body crave everything Mercs can give is a euphoria all its own, and now that my mind and body are caught up, I will never be able to get enough of him.
The energy coursing through me is undeniable. Thrust after thrust after thrust, and yet I want more. Sweat is pouring off me as he fucks me from behind, the pressure building while he ravishes me like the master he is.
I love this man. No doubt. The anger in him, the love in him, the unwavering loyalty, everything about him brings the energy he’s showing me right now. The dedication to his family, the dedication to me. These things prove to me over and over again the type of man Mercs really is.
As he thrusts up again, I feel it, his commitment, his devotion.
He may be dominating, he may be controlling, he may be overbearing…
. yes, he’s all of those things, but he loves with his whole heart, and even though at this moment he’s holding me down, thrusting inside of me hard and fucking fast, I feel the love.
His hand might be holding my side tightly, but his thumb is also gliding up and down my skin in a tender way, showing that side of his affection.
So, yes, he’s all of those things, but he does it with a good heart and does everything with only the thought of protection, and as he thrusts up inside of me again, it’s the thought of how much he loves me that ignites my desires.
It sends a wave of energy through me so insatiably that I burn red-hot.
His hand moves from my neck up into my hair in his usual way, his fingers lace through my hair, and I smile, clenching my eyes and riding the waves of pleasure rippling through me while I pant for much-needed breath.
He slams into me deep, so deep, lights keep flashing behind my eyes. Then, my back arches as a bolt of electricity runs down my spine. It’s like fireworks explode around the room, brightening the dimly lit area with hues of erupting fluorescent colors.
I’m alive, and every part of me knows it, as I moan out loud, riding him for all he’s worth while he groans out something that resembles my name, his cock tensing inside of me when he explodes.
I feel him come so strongly it takes my breath away before he falls in a heap on my back, and we both pant, heaving for breath on top of the barrel.
It takes a few long seconds before either of us can form words. When we finally do, it’s Mercs who breaks the silence. He slowly slides off me, his body shifting as he moves to the side, eyes never leaving mine.
Utterly spent, all I can manage is to prop myself up on one elbow.
“Fuuck,” he exhales heavily.
“Yeah. Fuck,” I reply with a breathless laugh, dragging in a slow inhale to steady myself.
Mercs reaches for me, smoothing my hair back into place with surprising tenderness. “And to think I almost didn’t come back on tour with you.” He smirks. “I could’ve missed this.”
I push myself upright and take his hand, pressing his palm to my cheek and holding it there.
“I know you miss Kiera. It’s okay to feel that, Kaden.
I miss her too. But I’m glad you’re here.
Next month we’ll be back in Ligonier, with Kiera, with Gran, and it’ll be Christmas.
” I smile softly. “And I, for one, cannot wait.”
He nods, leaning in to brush his lips over mine before pulling back. “It’ll be a great Christmas. But right now, we should probably get back before people start asking questions.”
I adjust my dress quickly while Mercs tucks himself away and buttons his jeans. He grabs my discarded G-string from the counter and hands it to me, smirking. “I’m pretty damn sure people already know what we’ve been up to.”
I shrug as I slip it on. “We’re a couple, we’re in love, we’re allowed to fuck if we want to.”
He snorts. “Yeah, we are.” He runs a hand through his hair. “Now I need a beer.”
“Then let’s get you a beer. But first, I need the ladies’ room.”
He laces his fingers through mine before we step back into the hallway. Mercs waits outside while I freshen up, and when I re-emerge, we head back into the club.
I feel lighter.
More grounded.
There’s something about the way he is with me, rough and dominant, that makes me feel completely in tune with him. It might sound strange, but I love the way we move together. It’s intense, it’s messy, it’s fast and hard and unapologetic.
But it’s us.
And right now, my life feels exactly where it’s meant to be.
The tour’s back on track.
The band’s thriving.
Mercs is here.
Kiera’s recovering.
Everything feels… aligned.
We slip back into the VIP room, and nothing’s changed. The party is still in full swing. No one even seems to notice we were gone. I shoot Mercs a look, and he tries and fails to hide his grin as he guides me to the bar where Andi and Tank are still deep into their drinks.
After a workout like that, I’ll take something strong.
“Hey, guys,” Andi trills, pointing accusingly at Tank. “Can you tell this idiot I need lemon and salt with my tequila?”
I blink. “Um… yeah? How else do you drink it?”
“Straight, bitches!” Tank shouts, knocking back his shot and immediately pulling a dramatic face. “Oh, yeah!”
We burst out laughing. Andi looks at him with thinly veiled adoration, her hand dropping to his knee in a soft, absentminded caress. They’re dancing around something bigger, and I wish they’d deal with it already.
Kristy suddenly appears, breathless and grinning. “What’d I miss?”
I raise a brow. “Where have you been?”
“Nowhere specific… you know, social media, always working.” Her smile is a little too bright, but I let it slide.
“Why are you puffing?” Mercs asks, amused.
“Oh, Casey nearly ran me down on those skates, so I dodged her, then figured I’d keep running. Gotta stay fit.” She immediately starts doing jumping jacks beside us.
I stare incredulously before she moves to the bar and starts doing incline pushups against it.
Yep, she’s officially losing it.
“Kris, are you high?” Andi asks bluntly.
Kristy freezes mid-pushup. “What? Why would you even ask that?”
“Because you’re acting weird,” I say gently.
She rolls her eyes. “I am not. You’re dramatic. I just like staying fit.” She pops upright. “Anyway, gotta check Instagram.”
And just like that, she jogs off toward the balcony.
I exchange a look with Andi. “Right…”
Casey skates up to us and screeches to a stop. “What was that about?”
“No clue,” I reply.
Casey follows my gaze toward Raoul and Cooper at the VIP entrance, and she sighs. “Do you think they know how to have fun?”
I wrinkle my nose. “The security team? Why?”
“They look so serious. Raoul loosened up around Kiera in Ligonier, but now he’s all broody again. Cooper’s better, but still…” She grins mischievously. “I could make them smile.”
Mercs chuckles. “They have a job to do, Casey.”
“So do I,” she shoots back. “To make people smile. Challenge accepted.” She rolls toward them. “Hey, Cooper! What do you think of my new skates?”
Tank shakes his head. “We need to tattoo ‘crazy’ on her forehead.”
Andi smacks him upside the head. “That’s my cousin, jerk.”
“Runs in the family?” he teases, widening his eyes in mock fear before Andi punches his bicep.
“You’ll keep,” she tells him, smiling.
I turn back to Mercs and catch him staring at me with that look, that calculating look. He’s plotting something.
“What’s going on in that brain of yours, Mr. Mercury?” I ask.
He smirks. “Come with me.”
Before I can question him, he grabs my hand and pulls me toward Raoul and Cooper.
Raoul takes one look at Mercs’ expression and groans. “I don’t know what you’re planning, but I already hate it.”
I giggle.
“Raoul,” Mercs says smoothly. “I need you to escort Effa and me somewhere.”
Raoul exhales sharply. “And you’re going whether I come or not?”
“Yes.”
Cooper chuckles. “I’ll survive, grumpy ass. Go. Casey will keep me entertained.”
Raoul clenches his jaw. “That’s what I’m worried about.” He sighs. “Fine. I’ll escort you.”
Within moments, security closes in around us. This club has a back exit, thankfully, so we avoid the chaos of the main floor. Raoul leads, guards flanking us, another at our backs, and we move quickly down the stairs and out into the alley where a car waits.
Raoul opens the door, and Mercs and I slide in. The others peel away once Raoul climbs into the driver’s seat and starts the engine.
Finally, Raoul glances at us in the rearview mirror. “So, Mercs… where are we headed?”