Lord Have Mercy

by Vale, Lani Lynn

  Honestly, if I wasn’t mistaken, she was actually being quite impatient.

  “You want me?” I asked, knowing her answer.

  “Yes,” she answered simply. “Right now.”

  I snorted. “It’s funny that you think you can control what I’m going to do to you.”

  She had the decency to look chagrined.

  “I’m not trying to dictate what you do.” She blinked her eyes at me coquettishly. “It’s just that I’m about to die if I don’t get you inside of me. I’ve done nothing but think about you for the last couple of hours, and I’m about to expire if you don’t hurry.”

  “Expire?” I couldn’t help the bubble of laughter from leaving my throat. To cover my amusement, I bent down and licked her nipple, circling the areola with just the very tip of my tongue. “I’d never let that happen.”

  “If you’d put your penis inside of my vagina, we wouldn’t have to worry about me expiring,” she informed me.

  When she went to continue talking, I bit her nipple.

  She gasped and arched up, practically begging me without words to continue, but I pulled away before she could force feed me any more of her delicious peak.

  It was her inhalation that decided it for me.

  She was just as in need as I was, and I wasn’t accomplishing anything by denying both of us.

  In a fast move, I turned her over onto her belly and hiked her knees up. In the next breath, I was lining my cock up to her entrance and slowly easing my way inside.

  Her head and shoulders dropped down until her face was buried in the mattress and her hands were fisting the sheet.

  By the time I was sinking completely inside of her, the tight walls of her sex clutching me like she never wanted me to leave, I was just as breathless as she was.

  “Oh my god,” she gasped. “You fill me all the way up to my throat.”

  I grabbed two handfuls of her ass and squeezed. “As much as I love hearing your compliments, I’d rather you shut your mouth and concentrate.”

  She turned her head to the side and stared at me as best as she could over her shoulder. “On what?”

  I pulled out all the way and slowly sank back inside. “On the way I’m making you feel.”

  She shook her head, causing her hair to fall from the bun she’d had it up in, long strands of her curly hair spilling over her face and around her head.

  “If I concentrate too hard, I’ll come,” she informed me. “And I want to come with you.”

  Her hand went up to wipe the hair out of her face, but before she got it all out of her eyes, I caught her wrists and locked them both behind her back.

  The new position made her barely able to move, causing her to scowl at me.

  I patted her ass, causing her to bare her teeth.

  “Now, now…” I said, pulling out and thrusting back inside. “That attitude won’t get you anywhere.”

  “Really?” she asked, batting her eyes. “A couple of weeks ago you seemed to like this attitude.”

  “I do,” I admitted. “I’m hoping you’ll fight me. It makes me hotter.”

  She fought me. Boy, did she fight me.

  It was the greatest thing I’d ever experienced.

  She hissed and kicked out at me all at once, causing me to freeze.

  Using my momentary distraction, she pulled away, and I instantly felt her retreat in my gut.

  My dick bobbed from where she’d left me hanging—literally—and started to move off the bed.

  I caught her by her ankle and hauled her back.

  “When I said ‘I hope you’ll fight me’ I meant with your words,” I teased, dropping myself down on top of her. “But I like this.” I dropped all of my weight down on her. “Let’s see you fight, girl.”

  She flushed red and covered her eyes with her hands.

  When I went up on my elbows, loosening my weight on her, I fell right into her trap.

  When I became worried that I’d hurt her feelings, she used my feelings against me and twisted, once again tearing herself out of my arms.

  This time she actually made it off the bed before I caught her again.

  However, fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice, shame on you.

  Because she wouldn’t be getting away a third time. Why? Because this time I lifted her up by her ass and slammed her back into the wall. Moments later I used the strength in one arm to hold her up while the other I used to guide my cock back to her entrance.

  This time when I slid inside, it was like coming home.

  She was hot, silky, and all fucking mine.

  “Shit,” she breathed. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to fight you when this feels so freakin’ right.”

  I agreed.

  But my brain was focused on not coming, so I didn’t reply.

  Instead I used the hand that was free to rub circles around her distended clit.

  Her pussy responded almost at once, and soon she was writhing against me, looking for something only I could give her.

  “More,” she breathed.

  I pulled out of her and slammed back inside, over and over again, hoping that she was as close to coming as I was.

  Luckily, she was closer.

  With less than four thrusts she was coming apart in my arms, and I was following in her wake.

  Only after my orgasm and hers had finished did I look back up into her eyes. “You drive me insane.”

  She snickered. “Right back at you, Flintstone.”

  I stepped back until the backs of my legs met the bed only to fall backward a lot harder than I’d intended. My cock dislodged and we both laughed.

  Eventually, both of us lay replete on the bed, trying to catch our breath.

  “Now, how about those pancakes?” she asked.

  I snorted. “I’ll get on them once I can feel my feet again.”

  ***

  It was only much later, as Camryn was practically scraping her plate clean of syrup with the last pancake, that I remembered that I was supposed to check the anonymous forum for the school.

  “Hey, do you have a laptop I can use?” I asked.

  Camryn stood up and froze at Dooley who was lying at her back, then took a deep breath and stepped over his prone body.

  When she came back moments later with her laptop in hand, she took the step back over my dog a lot faster than she had the previous time.

  “You’re getting better,” I told her, happy to see the change in her.

  Camryn sighed. “I didn’t have a reason to get better before.”

  I floundered on whether or not to say what I had on the tip of my tongue but decided that I didn’t really want that secret between us.

  “When you told me about your attack, I looked into the incident,” I said softly.

  She held out the computer to me and smiled. “I had a feeling that you would. What did you find?”

  “Nothing.” I paused. “Other than what you’d already told me. Unless you count the K-9 officer in charge getting fired, and about half of the team that entered your house.”

  Camryn winced. “It was bad. My parents went freakin’ nuts. The dog caused a lot of damage, luckily in spots that were easily concealed with plastic surgery. Lucky for me the department felt so bad about what happened that they paid a shit ton of money for me to have the surgery done. I had scars everywhere.” She paused. “The officer came to apologize to me in the hospital.”

  “Yeah?”

  She nodded. “Yeah. I forgave him. I also fought hard to ensure that the K-9 wasn’t put down. He got to stay with the officer after he was let go from the department.”

  That was actually something that I would expect from the woman standing in front of me, now brushing her foot over Dooley’s chest.

  I placed the computer down in front of me and opened it, grinning when I saw the picture of the two of us, me helping her stretch, as her background.

  “I’m goin
g to have to frame this picture,” I said.

  “Yeah,” Camryn looked up. “I was already considering that.”

  Chuckling, I went to the internet browser and fired it up, frowning when I saw Nivea’s name instantly pop up when Facebook opened up.

  “Uhhh,” I hesitated as my eyes read the words almost reflexively. “What the fuck is this?”

  Camryn frowned and walked around the table, her eyes rolling as she saw what I was looking at.

  “Don’t y’all just look cute,” Camryn read Nivea’s comment aloud. “And who posted that picture?”

  “My sister, I assume,” I admitted. “It’s the gym’s page. I wasn’t aware that she got one of us.”

  “It’s cute as can be,” Camryn snickered. “You look like you’re instructing me on how to do a workout instead of feeling up my ass.”

  “She tagged you,” she murmured. “You have Facebook?”

  I shrugged. “I have Facebook…kind of. I don’t ever get on it. But you needed a Facebook to start up the business page, so I had to suck it up and get one. I haven’t been on it in weeks.”

  She pulled her phone out and started typing away. While she did that, I pulled up the anonymous tips, relieved to see that there was a tip from just this morning, about an hour before.

  Pulling it up, I frowned at what I read.

  Anonymous (9:39 AM): There’s a party tonight that a couple of the football players plan to go to and do some stuff to a couple of girls that have been ‘leading them around by their dicks.’ It’s a bonfire out in the country. 1689 and 3325.

  “Shit,” I mumbled, breathing out an annoyed breath.

  “What?” Camryn asked, looking up at my word.

  “Some kid stopped me in the parking lot today as I was buying buttermilk. He was twitchy and scared and was about to tell me something when he clammed up. Thinking he had something to say, I gave him the anonymous tip submission off the school website and said he could use it if he ever needed it. I’m guessing that he used it because of this…” I turned the computer around for her to read it.

  Normally I wouldn’t be able to share, but I trusted Camryn and her judgment enough to know that she’d never share the information with anyone.

  “Shit,” she repeated my earlier exclamation. “What now?”

  “Now I call it in to a couple of officers that are on patrol tonight and hope that they can find the party.” I paused. “Unfortunately, that address is out of the city limits, and therefore not my jurisdiction. It’ll have to be the county sheriff’s office that handles it.”

  She nodded. “That makes sense. But since you’re the school resource officer, I would think you’d be allowed to go.”

  I shrugged. “It all has to do with the facility that holds your license. I can’t go.”

  She sighed and sat back. “So you just wait and see?”

  “Just wait and see,” I confirmed.

  She sat back with a disgusted sigh. “That sounds sucky.”

  I snorted. “Welcome to my world. There are often times things happen outside of school that I can’t control. The worst is when you know that a kid is being abused or neglected, yet he won’t let you in enough to help.”

  “Or when a kid joins a gang,” she pointed out. “Your sister started last week, didn’t she? How is she liking it? I heard she’s in the old theater building covering for the theater teacher.”

  “She is,” he answered. “She’s hoping that she doesn’t have to stay there long, but it’s looking like they’re going to need a permanent substitute for that position. Mrs. Robbins, that taught that class, had a car accident and fucked up her hand. She’s going to need a couple of surgeries, and in the meantime, it was suggested that she take medical leave.”

  “Ugh,” she grumbled. “That’s the worst class ever.”

  “Why do you say it like that?” I closed the laptop.

  “Because it is,” she answered. “All of those kids take that class because they know that Mrs. Robbins won’t make them do anything. So every single problem child is in there, and your sister was just thrown to the wolves.”

  I grinned. “My sister can handle herself.”

  “True,” I admitted. “However, the difference is she shouldn’t have to. I feel sorry that she’s going to have to even be on some of those kids’ radars.”

  “I’ll keep my eye on her. Make a few trips down that way when they’re not expecting me.” I paused. “What are you doing?”

  “Can I have your phone?” she asked sweetly.

  I handed it to her without thought, then gave her my passcode. Moments later, she was grinning like a loon and walking over to me.

  Once she plopped herself down into my lap, she raised the phone up in her hand and said, “Smile!”

  I didn’t smile. At least, I hadn’t meant to. Not until Camryn brought her mouth down onto my cheek and made the most obnoxious kissing sound on Earth, making me do the unthinkable. Grin.

  “Oh, shoot,” she said as she stood up. “We’ll have to take another one.”

  Then she went behind me and threw a roll of paper towels across the counter, then moved a half-empty glass of sweet tea.

  Moments later, she was back in my lap.

  Yet I didn’t smile.

  Not until she tickled me.

  I threw my head back and squirmed away from her touch, all with a goddamn smile on my face.

  “Shit!” I hissed, unable to help myself. “What the hell was that?”

  “That,” she said as she typed away, “was me making Nivea pissed off and jealous. I’m tagging Raleigh, the gym, and Carmichael as well. That bitch is going to see this.”

  I bit lightly on the side of her neck.

  “Nivea probably won’t care, baby,” I told her.

  She looked at me. “You bet your ass she’ll care. Plus, it’ll chap her ass that I’m sitting here with you in my kitchen, me in your lap, and a smile on your face. Trust me on this.”

  I rolled my eyes and let her do her thing.

  I went to Camryn’s Facebook page and started scrolling through her old pictures, grinning at one in particular of Raleigh and her at the bar in town with the mechanical bull in the background. “I was there that night.”

  She blinked, then turned as she continued to type while not looking. “You were?”

  I nodded as I brought one of my hands up to cup the side of her ass. “You were wearing bright green underwear. Croft took you home, and I wanted to knee him in the nuts for putting his arm around you.”

  “He was on a date,” she countered. “And he hated me. That was the night that I realized that what I thought I had when it came to Croft and what I really had were two different things.” She paused. “And if it makes you feel any better, I might’ve masturbated to you in the shower that night.”

  My mouth fell open. “You what?”

  She shrugged. “You were in the newspaper. It was laying out on my counter where I’d left it that morning, and your face was glowering at me. I remembered what you’d said to me earlier that day about how I wasn’t exempt to parking like a normal human being just because I parked at the back of the lot, and so…yeah. It just deteriorated from there.”

  I was laughing my ass off right around the time that my phone started to chime and ding like crazy.

  I frowned and looked at it. “I’ve never heard it make that sound.”

  She pulled up the phone and let me see the screen. “Everybody thinks we’re cute.”

  We were cute.

  Apparently while she’d been sitting in my lap, she’d put us on my Facebook profile page. She’d also put another picture on the CrossFit page.

  There were already thirteen likes in about a minute of it being posted, too.

  “Ummm,” I hesitated. “What is this accomplishing?”

  “I already told you, sweetgums,” she teased. “Driving Nivea crazy.”

  I didn’t bother to argue. Instead
I let her do what she wanted to do.

  And four hours later, I thought that maybe I should’ve taken the phone away from her when I had the chance.

  That, and paid more attention to the real shit—like the party that got raided because of the kid’s anonymous tip.

  Chapter 11

  The sound of snapping fingers is your finger hitting your palm and not your fingers rubbing together.

  -Now you’re snapping your fingers to confirm it, aren’t you?

  Flint

  “What are you doing?” my sister asked me.

  “I’m going to pick the crazy chick up and take her out to eat,” I said. “I’m just waiting on her to tell me where she is.”

  “I…”

  My phone dinged, and I looked at it with a frown.

  “What is it?” Mikey, my pain in the ass sister, asked.

  “I got a map with a pin sent to me,” I said. “Where is ‘Turtle Park?’”

  “Isn’t that a park that’s connected to that cemetery?”

  I didn’t know, but I was about to find out.

  Inputting the map into my phone, I got it ready to give me directions, then winked at my sister. “Have fun teaching those classes with Croft tonight and thank you again for taking them over.”

  My sister waved me away. “Trust me when I say, it won’t be a problem.”

  Rolling my eyes, I headed out to my motorcycle and got on it, starting it up and heading in the direction that my phone pointed me.

  And Mikey was right. I ended up at a cemetery.

  I also saw Camryn running around the farthest curve that circled around a man-made pond in the very middle. Graves circled the point, pushing out for about half a mile in all directions.

  She had a set of headphones in her ears, and she was running, making fairly good time if I did say so myself.

  I leaned against my bike, legs crossed, and watched her for another fifteen minutes before she stopped underneath the shade of an oak tree.

  She sat down, then fell backward into the lush grass, her hands up high over her head.

  My eyes went to the skin-tight spandex pants that were slicked onto her lower body, and then to her breasts that were heaving with each breath.

  I stood up straight and walked to where she was lying on the ground, stopping only when I was a few inches away from her face.