Lord Have Mercy (The Southern Gentleman Series Book 2)

by Lani Lynn Vale

  One second, he was in control, and the next he was rolling me so that I was underneath of him, and he was once again on top of me. This time he didn’t pause to make sure that he wasn’t too much for me.

  Why?

  Because the moment he thrust inside of me, and I felt the way he filled me? I started to come.

  I’d felt it in the background, simmering at a slow boil, for a while now.

  But all it took was one hard, purposeful thrust from him and I exploded.

  Lights danced behind my eyelids as a tidal wave of feeling rushed over me.

  Flint started to curse as my pussy rippled around him and his thrusts, which had been rough before, turned even rougher.

  The urgency in his movements, paired with my already sensitive vagina that was still on the peak of dying from an orgasm itself, did me in.

  I wasn’t aware of when he came. I also wasn’t aware of him pulling out.

  I certainly wasn’t aware of him coming on my belly.

  Not until my mind came back online, and Flint was on his side rubbing his release into my stomach.

  “I think you might’ve broken me,” I found the breath to say. “Like seriously, I can’t make my body move. I can’t think straight. I’m not even sure I’m on this plane of existence any longer.”

  He started to chuckle, and then suddenly we were up and moving, me over Flint’s shoulder, straight into the bathroom.

  We took a quick shower, and soon I found myself back in my bed, making love to the beat of a man that was Flint, all over again.

  This time we managed to put on a condom, though.

  Chapter 10

  Why doesn’t Aldi’s have their own brand of nuts? They could call them ‘Aldi’s Nuts.’

  -Flint to Camryn

  Flint

  I was wrong, earlier, too.

  Having her hand wrapped around me wasn’t ecstasy. It was beautiful, yes. But having her pussy wrapped around me? Yeah, that was better. Ten times fucking better.

  Hell, when I was bare in her, I knew that I’d never be the same man again.

  Who knew that a woman’s pussy—Camryn’s pussy—would feel like I’d never want to leave?

  But it did.

  Which was why I was reluctant to leave the next morning.

  But, since I had responsibilities at home, I left her on her front porch at five the next morning with a kiss on her mouth and a smack to the ass.

  Once I got home, showered, and got Dooley straightened out and loaded into my cruiser, I made it back to the gym in time to teach my six o’clock class.

  Then I went to the Dollar Store and bought a case of water and some buttermilk so I could make Camryn some pancakes.

  I figured if I showed up at her place with my offering to make her breakfast, she’d allow me back inside.

  When she did, I’d take her back to bed for a couple of hours, and I’d make her pancakes to replenish her energy.

  At least, that’d been my plan.

  A young kid foiled that plan when they stopped me outside of the store with a wary look on his face.

  “Yo, Officer Flint,” a young kid that I recognized but couldn’t place his name said. “How’s it going?”

  He looked bad.

  “What’s up, kid?” I asked, feeling something close to dread start to filter through me.

  The kid licked his lips, looking really nervous. “Uhhh,” he hesitated. “If we found out something about someone, and we didn’t tell the, errrm, police about it, and something bad happened…what would happen?”

  For some reason, I understood what was said.

  “I guess it depends on what happened, and how severe it was.” I paused. “Is it something that’ll affect others?”

  The kid licked his lips. “No.” He paused. “Yes. Maybe.”

  I frowned. “Then I guess as long as it’s not going to affect others, then I wouldn’t think it’s your duty to report it unless you fear for someone’s life?”

  I really wasn’t sure what I was supposed to say in this instance.

  Was he wanting to know if it was okay that he didn’t tell some girl that her boyfriend—the kid’s friend—was cheating on her? Or was it worse? Like the kid was about to commit suicide, and the kid wasn’t sure if he should tell an adult?

  I really didn’t know.

  “Uhh,” he hesitated. “I guess it’s not that bad.”

  I gestured with my chin. “You know that the school has this new system in place called ‘Devil Dog Personal Proactive Campaign,’ right?”

  The kid frowned. “No, what’s that?”

  “It’s a website designed for you to fill out a form, submit it, and do so anonymously. There you can tell the people that run the program what’s going on. Such as a kid brought a gun to school and you found out about it when he showed you. Or, something equally as bad like you don’t feel safe in the school because you’re being bullied by Johnny Appleseed.”

  The kid’s eyes widened. “Where do I find that?”

  “The school website has it right out on the main homepage. You’ll see it in the bottom right hand corner,” I explained.

  I’d also be looking for the tip/confession/problem.

  I was one of four people that monitored it. Me, the principal, the vice principal, and the superintendent.

  Normally, I wasn’t the one that sifted through the submissions, but since I could, I’d periodically check throughout the day just to make sure that this kid didn’t submit anything.

  Likely it was just something silly that teenagers thought was really bad but actually wasn’t, and I was overthinking it, but on the off chance that it wasn’t, I wanted the kid to have options.

  Sometimes, kids nowadays communicated better through the computer, and if that was what it took to get this kid to talk, that was what I’d do.

  That had been the entire point of the computer program.

  “What’s your name?” I asked, seeing that I’d intrigued the kid with the anonymous tip program.

  “Keith,” he answered. “Keith Johnston.”

  I nodded once and held out my free hand. “Have a good day, Keith.”

  Keith smiled tightly. “You, too, Officer Flint.”

  With that he was gone, disappearing inside the grocery store, coming to a stop next to an older woman that was in a powered mobility scooter.

  Taking one last glance at the kid, I headed to my cruiser and hopped inside. Once I set an alarm on my phone for an hour from now to check the submissions, I headed in the direction of Camryn’s place.

  I came to a stop outside her house to find her on the front porch swing, slowly swinging away while she skimmed over the newspaper and drank from a large silver mug of what had to be coffee.

  The moment that I got out of my cruiser, she looked up, and her eyes widened.

  Grinning, I looked down at myself.

  I was in sweatpants, a white T-shirt, and flip-flops.

  Her eyes started on my face and came to a rest on my crotch.

  I looked down to see what held her so transfixed, but saw nothing.

  Reaching back into the passenger side, I grabbed the buttermilk and headed up Camryn’s front walk. The closer I got, the wider her eyes became.

  “What?” I asked when I got to the first step of her porch.

  She licked her lips and brought her coffee cup up to cover her smile.

  “I can see the entire outline of your dick.” She paused. “Not that I’m complaining, but I hope that you didn’t go out like that.”

  I looked down to see if I could see my dick, and couldn’t. “You can’t see my dick.”

  “Not when you bend down like that you can’t. It tents up the front of your pants. But when you’re standing up straight, you sure the fuck can.” She paused. “Very, very well.”

  I gestured at her with my chin. “Take a picture.”

  She didn’t hesitate. Taking the phone from the swing beside her, she pulled it up and aimed it at my crotch. Seconds late
r she was holding her phone out to me.

  I took it in my hands and humphed. “Well, look at that. You can.”

  “I like them,” she said. “But you probably should be aware that you might cause minor motor vehicle accidents if you cross the road in those.”

  I grinned wildly. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

  Taking the last few steps, I walked past her and into the house, tapping away on her phone while I moved. By the time I got to her kitchen, I’d programmed my sweatpants dick shot as not only the wallpaper on her phone but as her lock screen as well.

  By the time she arrived to where I was standing in the kitchen, I’d put it down on the counter and already started in on breakfast.

  “What are you making me?” she asked excitedly.

  “Pancakes,” I said as I gestured to the bar where a few stools stood. “Take a seat and watch the master work.”

  She snorted, but nonetheless did as I asked, taking a seat at the bar so that she could face me.

  “I’m not normally a pancake person,” she said teasingly. “At least not lately. There’s this guy that is really strict about what I eat.”

  I grinned at her. “They’re healthy…ish. They’re protein pancakes that I stole from someone on Pinterest.”

  “You have a Pinterest?” she asked with surprise. “I thought men didn’t get on Pinterest. I thought that was only a female thing.”

  I shrugged. “It’s a very good website. I look for workouts on there. If I like them, I tweak them to fit my needs and the needs of my gym goers. It’s actually quite convenient.”

  “So you’re telling me that the workout we’re doing tomorrow, that I just saw you post, is something you got off of Pinterest?” she teased.

  “No,” I disagreed. “That one is all me. I combined a couple of hero WODs—workout of the days—and made a really sucky one that everyone hates. I call it a benchmark. We do it once a month on Sundays. That way the people that don’t want to come don’t have to, and the people that want to do it can. But, just sayin’, it’s not really a beginner workout. But you can give it a try. Most beginners do.”

  She shook her head. “I’m going. Though, I’m not quite sure if that’s because Raleigh is making me, or because I actually want to go. I ate pretty badly last night, and I’m thinking that I need to atone for my sins by going.”

  I snorted. “You can have a cheat meal every once in a while. It’s not going to kill you.”

  She stood up and walked to the fridge where she pulled out a couple of beers. “Since I’m going to hell, I might as well enjoy the night before.”

  She handed me one of the beers, and I twisted the top off before offering it to her. We switched beers and I twisted that top off, too.

  It was when I was taking a swig and pouring buttermilk into a measuring cup that she produced for me that she shocked the shit out of me.

  “I liked having sex with you.”

  I promptly choked on my beer.

  “Yeah?” I croaked.

  She leaned against the counter. “I had my gynecologist friend call me in a prescription for birth control.”

  I felt myself still. “Yeah?”

  “I then had my other friend, who is a nurse, give me the shot. I’m covered for three months as of about two hours ago.” She paused. “I can have sex now without consequence. She said since I had the shot within seven days of my period starting, that I’m covered immediately.”

  I swallowed and set the buttermilk down carefully on the counter.

  “How hungry are you?” I asked.

  She frowned. “I’m fairly sure that I can wait about another hour if you need…eeep!”

  I picked her up around the waist, hoisted her up onto my flat belly and walked her to her bedroom.

  She wrapped her legs around my hips and stared into my eyes with happiness shining through them. I felt my heart take a stutter step in my chest.

  “What are you smiling at me like that for?” I asked, coming to a stop in the middle of her hallway.

  “I like how you pick me up and haul me around like I’m skinny,” she whispered. “I like it even more that you’re in my house.”

  I liked it, too.

  “And I like how you look at me,” she continued.

  I felt my cock pulse when she ran her fingers down my throat, coming to a stop at the top of my breast bone.

  She felt good in my arms. So good that I wasn’t about to examine why.

  “When you stretched me out in the gym, I thought I was going to spontaneously orgasm.” She laughed as she continued to pet me. “Raleigh taking that picture is like the best and worst moment of my life.”

  I grunted in reply and started walking again. “Mrs. Sherpa probably has enough to deal with after all that bullshit between the students and that teacher that got fired last year. I’m assuming she doesn’t want any more scandals on her hands. But, just sayin’, she’s not upset. It really was an innocent picture taken at the exact most awful angle ever…though, you’re right. I did like it.”

  Her face flushed as I went down on the bed with her, a lot rougher than I’d intended to.

  Her breath caught in her throat when I repositioned myself so that she could feel the length of my erection pressed against her core.

  She licked her lips, and I couldn’t stop myself. I had to taste her.

  Leaning forward, both fists planted on either side of her head, I pressed my lips to hers.

  I only intended it to be a soft touch, just a brush of my lips against hers.

  But then she caught my neck before I could pull away and arched her body so that she could place her mouth on mine more fully.

  I laughed against her lips, going down to my elbows so that she didn’t have to reach so far, and gave her what she wanted.

  Me.

  She moaned and tightened her legs around my hips, pulling me in tighter at the same time that she locked both of her arms behind my neck.

  Her mouth went to mine, and seconds later her tongue was touching mine.

  I growled against her mouth, moving my hips side to side against her pussy as I stole kiss after kiss.

  Her breathing was ragged as she let me go.

  “God, you can kiss.” I pressed my lips to hers once more. But when she went to deepen the kiss, I shook my head and pulled away.

  Her attempt at keeping me where she wanted me was quite a puny attempt, but I at least acted like she’d put up quite a good fight.

  “I can kiss because it’s you,” she answered breathlessly. “I don’t know what it is about you, but I swear, I don’t normally act like this.”

  I started to chuckle. “God, I hope not.”

  Then I was stripping her of her clothes. First her pants, followed shortly by her panties, shirt, bra and finally socks.

  My clothes soon followed, and long moments later I was laying my naked body back over the top of hers.

  Her breasts were heaving, and it took my exemplary self-control not to reposition my hips and sink my cock inside of her.

  “God,” she hissed, her hands coming up to my chest and smoothing them up and down. “Your body makes me crazy.”

  I laughed in her face.

  “Funny,” I said once I regained control. “That’s exactly what I said about you…still do as a matter of fact.”

  Her hands smoothed down my sides, and I flinched when she reached a particularly ticklish spot. She smiled as if she’d just learned my greatest weakness, then did it again.

  This time it took all of my control to keep the flinch under wraps. When she didn’t get the desired response, she tried it on the other side, causing me to recoil the other way this time.

  “A ticklish spot,” she teased. “On both sides.”

  I dropped down to my knees and kicked her legs wider open as I did.

  Her pupils dilated, and her mouth dropped slightly open.

  Moments later when I pinned her hands up over her head, she started to breathe harshly.

 
; “You like it when I’m rough with you?” I asked teasingly.

  “My heart is racing,” she whispered. “Why?”

  “Because the idea of what I’m about to do to you is making you excited,” I said. “Can you not feel it?”

  She swallowed hard. “Yes.”

  I reached for one of her hands and brought it to my chest, placing it over my galloping heart.

  “My heart is going ninety to nothing just like yours. I just don’t have such pretty nipples that show my arousal like yours.” I let her wrist go and circled one of those pretty, perky peaks.

  She sighed and reached for me, but before she could make contact with the part of my anatomy that she was aiming for, I once again had her pinned. This time with her hands above her head and her legs spread even wider.

  That was when I allowed the top of my cock to drag deliciously against the swollen folds of her sex, barely brushing the bundle of nerves that normally caused her to thrash.

  This time it only caused a slight jerk, and her eyes narrowed.

  “I want you inside of me,” she stated. “Please.”

  The ‘please’ was tacked on at the end almost as an afterthought, as if her manners forced her to say the words even though she didn’t mean them.

  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.