Chapter 22 Merrick
MERRICK
One more day until the operation against Lucifer’s Kin.
I haven’t told Diesel about it. No sense worrying him.
The Wild Hair have been all over the bar tonight. Chain brought Marietta to work for Vicki.
A few of them are scattered around even though it’s almost closing time. Chain approaches Marietta as the last of the non-club customers close out the tabs.
I watch them as I enter the ticket.
Marietta’s shoulders glow in the neon above the shiny white shirt that cuts across her collarbone. It’s short with an elastic ruffle cutting across her ribs. A black miniskirt sits low on her hips, showing off plenty of midriff, pale and smooth.
We’ve played with fire a couple of times, but the stakes have changed. The Wild Hair wants Adam for her. And Lucifer’s Kin is using her to needle the club.
I need to back off.
Chain says something to her, and she points to me. He glances back and nods. Then, he and the rest of the Wild Hair leave. Looks like she convinced them to let me take her back to the club.
A few days ago, I would have looked forward to whatever we might do. Now, I’m not so sure I should be alone with her at all.
When the customers leave, I latch the front door and flip off the sign. Jake and Scottie have already gone. It’s just the two of us again.
“Most of the club was here tonight,” she says.
I shrug. “We’re on edge.”
“Because of me.”
“Because Lucifer’s Kin is invading our territory and starting shit. You’re just the current target.”
She brings glasses to the counter as I walk around, gathering items to fill the dishwasher with for a last load. “I never wanted this to happen,” she says.
“You’re low hanging fruit, that’s all. If it wasn’t you, it might be Carol.”
She sucks in a breath. “They’d hurt a pregnant woman?”
“They’d push our buttons.”
“I’d rather they hurt me than hurt her baby.”
I dump the glasses and start loading. “Nobody’s going to get hurt.”
“Hoss already is.”
That’s true.
“Are you part of that mission tomorrow?” she asks.
“How do you know about that?” I hesitate, looking her in the eye.
She doesn’t answer, and then I know. Adam.
She drapes her bar towel over the back of a chair.
“Maybe I should get this over with. I can have sex with half the Wild Hair. Tonight. Before whatever’s going to happen.
Word of a gang bang would get around.” She waves her hand across the room like the entire club is in the chairs.
“Make it so salacious, everyone is talking. Celia showed me some movies. You can do three at once. I saw how it works.”
I sputter over a pint glass. “Celia showed you what?”
“A porn movie. Three on one.” She walks behind the bar to move closer. “So, I’d be like this.” She bends down to move her mouth near my crotch. “First one would go in my mouth.”
Seeing her dark head sinking toward my dick makes all thoughts of staying away from her evaporate.
The suggestiveness of the position might do something to her, too, because when she stands up, her nipples are taut beneath the white blouse.
I ache to slip that shirt down and take one in my teeth like I did last weekend. I clutch my hands into fists. I am not doing that.
“Then there’s the other two.” She spins around, showing a quick hint of the black panties beneath the skirt. Then she bends way over, her hands brushing the top of the black ankle boots.
Now, the backside of her panties is on full display, topping long, lean thighs. Her pussy bulges slightly between them, encased in the slick satin.
I set down the pint glass I was about to load. Glassware is a danger with the way I’m starting to sweat.
“Apparently, if I angle things just right, one guy can slip in here.” She reaches between her legs and wraps her fingers around to clutch the crotch of the panties.
My dick strains against the zipper of my jeans in a way that makes me wonder how much it can hold back.
But she keeps going. “And the third guy can go in my ass.” Her other hand comes around to push against her asshole. “Apparently, you need lube for that. Celia said so.”
Fuuuuck. I’m dangerously close to grabbing her and choosing any and all holes myself. The blood rushes in my ears.
But she stands back up and turns around, giving me a moment’s reprieve.
Then comes the worst of all.
“Betz had me wax everything.” She flips up her skirt and places her fingers in the lace of the panties. “Want to see? I mean, it’s not like you haven’t touched it before.”
“No,” I choke. “You’re for Adam.”
She drops her skirt. “What if I want you?”
Shit. “I thought you two were getting along.”
“He’s nice. But he’s not you.” She steps closer. “Betz says I don’t have to leave the clubhouse even if someone pops me. I was worried about that.”
“You were?”
“Yes. But it’s okay. Let’s just do it. Let’s end the whole thing right now.”
I can’t swallow.
“I’ll get naked,” she says, laughing nervously as she fingers the bottom of her shirt. “No bra, quicker nudity.”
It whips over her head and falls to the floor.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Her skin is glossy and smooth in the half-dark of the bar. The blue neon behind me makes her body look ethereal, like a water goddess.
Those nipples are hard and pert. I don’t care what anyone says about the size of her; she’s got plenty to hold on to. My mouth practically salivates. I want her in my hands, between my teeth.
“Now, for this.” She shoves her hands into the band of the skirt and wiggles it down. Her panties come with it. She kicks them away and holds out her arms. “Ta da!”
I can’t breathe. She’s in front of me, all of her, perky breasts, perfect skin, her hair falling over her shoulders.
I take it all in, the narrow hips, long legs on top of those black boots.
She is waxed. Completely smooth. Totally untouched.
Fuck, I want to devour her. I want to do every goddamn thing imaginable.
“You can start with what we did last time.” She comes at me, slow, and I know all the blood in my body has rushed to my cock.
She lifts her foot to rest on the stool next to me. “I’m right here.” She takes my hand to press between her legs.
Jesus fucking Christ. She’s hot and smooth and wet, too.
Naked.
In my empty bar.
“Marietta …”
She clasps my hand against her pussy, and I feel a gentle throb.
“Shit,” she says. “Please don’t say no. I didn’t think I was going to feel this desperate for you. I get why people lose their heads over sex.”
She shifts her weight, and this causes my finger to slip through the wetness and press ever so slightly inside.
“Oh, God,” she says. “Oh, God. That’s. Oh. God. Please do more.” She grips the stool near her uplifted foot and clasps my arm with the other hand.
She feels so good in my hand, hot and dripping and slippery. I slide a finger inside her, not getting terribly far before I feel an unusual pressure. The hymen? I wouldn’t know. I haven’t broken cherries. All I know is some BuzzFeed article said everything people say about virginity is a myth.
Still, something’s in the way.
It doesn’t matter. Marietta is way into every movement. I thumb her clit, and she gasps. “Merrick!”
I shouldn’t be doing any of this. A house mouse is under my protection. She hasn’t told anyone in the Wild Hair her intent.
But nobody’s here. Nobody knows. And the sight of her unraveling in my hands is more than I can resist.
Even so, each time I move her up a level, like she’s on the cusp of orgasm, I press against that barrier. I can’t break it. There will be hell to pay. If Adam or someone claims her and does not get that cherry, the man who took it will end up buried in the marsh up the road from the club.
I focus back on her clit, and her high whine begins again.
Fuck. “Here.” I remove my hand and take her by the waist. “Sit up here.”
“Are you going to fuck me?”
“I don’t know.” I lift her onto the bar. “But spread your knees.”
Her breathing is coming fast. “What are you going to do?”
I grasp her knees. “I want to hear you scream.” Maybe that will be good enough for her, and she won’t keep asking for more. I’ll make it hardcore. I’ll hit her with everything safe.
I rub her clit like I did on the stage, taking her up each level. She breathes heavy and long, her head falling back.
The mirror behind her on the bar shows me her ass on the counter. Everything about her is hot.
When her cries become jagged, I slow down, making her moan. “Merrick … please.”
“You’ll be coming. Don’t you worry.”
I lower my head, sliding my tongue along that silky smooth pussy.
“Oh, shit!” she cries.
I look up at her, her skin taking on all the colors of the neon behind me. She’s gorgeous, smooth, and all mine.
I don’t care that I can’t fuck her. I’m going to do pretty much every other goddamn thing on the planet.
And I am going to take my time.