Mercy: A Bad Boy Biker Romance (New Devils MC Book 3)

by Jade Kuzma

  Her voice was getting more and more desperate. I wasn’t about to disappoint her .

  I started ramping up the pace. My strokes got harder and faster. I slammed my cock into her. The clapping sound of our bodies echoed against the walls of her tiny bedroom. The mattress squeaked underneath us. Her body was forced to move to my rhythm.

  “Oh… Fuck!”

  She yelled out as her body tightened up. Her legs wrapped around the small of my back. Her nails dug into my neck. Her pussy swallowed every inch of my cock. She ensnared me completely like she didn’t wanna let me go.

  I kept pounding her. My eyes wide, I watched as her eyelids started to flicker.

  “Fuck, Aden… You’re gonna… You’re gonna…”

  I tightened my grip on her hair.

  “Say it,” I said.

  “You’re gonna make me come! Yes! Yes! Yes! Just like that! Fuck!”

  I’d never had a woman who wanted it so bad before. She was urging me to the point that I couldn’t disappoint her.

  My body dripped with sweat. My muscles were getting sore. My throat was dry and my cock was on the verge of exploding. But I wouldn’t stop until I gave Danica what she desperately wanted.

  “Come on my cock,” I said. “Come on my fucking cock.”

  “Aden… Aden! Fuck!”

  Her body suddenly seized up underneath me. Her eyes shut tight, Danica started convulsing underneath me. The entire bed shook while she came. Her pussy squeezed around my cock. Feeling her tiny body tremble underneath me made me pump my dick so hard into her that I thought she was gonna break.

  I kept fucking her until she suddenly relaxed underneath me. Her legs loosened around me. Her hands fell from my shoulders.

  She sighed a deep breath of satisfaction.

  But I wasn’t done.

  I pulled out of her. My hand in her hair, I stood up straight then brought her up to her knees. On the center of Danica’s bed, I put my cock into her mouth and finally let go of everything that I’d been holding back.

  “Fuck!”

  I put both of my hands on her head and forced her face onto me. My tip hit the back of her throat just as the first jet of cum fired out of me. I throbbed inside of her mouth, letting all of my cum spill onto her tongue.

  Danica gulped it down willingly, moaning with satisfaction as every pulse of my seed painted the insides of her mouth.

  I kept her on me until the last drop dripped out of me. My hands fell off of her head but she kept her mouth on me.

  Danica blinked her eyes open. Tears streaked down her cheeks as she sealed her lips around me. She squeezed every last bit of cum out of me before pulling off with a satisfied smack. She licked her lips and gave me that pixie smirk of hers. Even though I just came, I still felt like I could give it to her.

  “I told you you’d swallow,” I said.

  “Yes, you certainly made me swallow…”

  I smiled down at her. Danica fell back on the mattress and stretched her arms out.

  “You can let yourself out,” she said as she closed her eyes.

  “Oh, no.”

  Her eyes shot open. I moved down on the bed next to her.

  “What are you talking about?” she said. “You just—”

  “I’m not done with you yet. We’re just getting started.”

  Chapter 4

  DANICA

  I was never special. That’d been made clear to me ever since I was a child. Now I was just an ordinary woman trying to live an ordinary life in a city that was as ordinary as it could get.

  Like most people, I enjoyed my weekends. I was perfectly happy sitting around doing nothing at all. Saturday mornings to me were a chance to forget about all of my obligations and just enjoy my free time.

  This morning was a little different though. There was a man who was still knocked out in my bed. I was surprised that he was still sleeping but after what we did… I suppose I couldn’t blame him.

  As I stood in front of the stove top in nothing but a long t-shirt that covered me up just enough. I couldn’t help but smirk as the memory of last night came back to me.

  Aden…

  Damn, he was something. The way he took control of me. The way he held me. The way he made me do exactly what he wanted me to do. And I took all of it.

  Even if I was a little drunk, my body was sore for a reason. That soreness would most likely linger inside of me to remind me of everything we did.

  I was so caught up in the memory of what happened that I didn’t hear someone stirring right behind me.

  “Hey.”

  I jerked my head around and saw Aden standing there.

  Wow…

  He was shirtless in nothing but a pair of jeans. His hair was a little messy. His eyes were a little narrowed as he rubbed the sleep out of them. But his damn muscles… He looked even more amazing than I remembered from the night before. Tight, tan, tattooed skin without an ounce of fat to be found. If Aden didn’t spend all of his time in a gym, he must’ve had some wonderful genetics.

  “What are you doing?” he asked.

  “Oh, I was just…”

  “Are you cooking breakfast?”

  He squinted at me with a slight confusion on his face. My mouth half-open, I hesitated for a second before saying it.

  “Look. I know what this is. You’re not the first guy I’ve ever slept with after just meeting—”

  “That’s not surprising.”

  I blinked, not sure I’d heard what he said. Most women would have been offended but I smirked instead.

  “Funny,” I said. “It’s awkward either way. You can slink out the door like most guys do. Hell, I’ve done it myself. That’s how it works. Or you can have breakfast with me.”

  “And this is less awkward?”

  “It’s always awkward.”

  Aden stared at me. Whatever he was thinking, Aden wasn’t showing it. Looking into his brown eyes, I was ready for any kind of response.

  “Smells good,” he said.

  “Thank you.”

  He took a seat at the small dining table I had and put his shirt on while I shoveled some of the food from the pan on his plate. Some eggs, a little bacon and some pancakes.

  “Help yourself,” I said.

  Aden dived right in. I turned my back to him while I made a plate for myself.

  “I don’t usually have breakfast myself,” I said. “I’m too busy sleeping. I enjoy cooking, you know? It’s nice to be able to cook for someone every now and then—”

  I turned around and Aden wasn’t paying much attention to me. He just had his head down as he shoved his fork into his mouth. He ate like he hadn’t eaten in weeks. I guess when you were as big and muscular as he was, you had an appetite to match.

  I sat down in front of him. I couldn’t help but observe him. He wasn’t the first man I’d ever been with but there was something else about him. It wasn’t just that he was so handsome even with the way he ate. There was something about him that made him seem different from everybody else.

  “Hungry?” I asked.

  Aden looked up at me and washed down a mouthful of food with a gulp of water but he didn’t say anything.

  “I guess you’re hungry,” I continued. “After everything we did last night—”

  “Do you really wanna talk about that?”

  “I don’t know. It was just on my mind. Then again, I think it’s awkward enough.”

  I smiled politely at him but he didn’t return it. He just turned his attention back to his food.

  “Okay…” I said to myself.

  I started eating my breakfast. It was silent in my apartment except for the silverware clinking against our plates. Aden was eating so much that I had to stop to put more food onto his plate. He didn’t seem to mind one way or another.

  “You know,” I started. “You look like the kind of guy who works out a lot. I guess that explains why you eat so much. I’d like to take all the credit for your appetite but I know last night pro
bably wasn’t a new thing for you.”

  He finally looked up at me and raised an eyebrow.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” he said.

  “I don’t know,” I said with a shrug. “I figure you get a lot of attention from women. Am I wrong?”

  “Is that something you wanna talk about?”

  “Well, we have to talk about something—”

  “Do we?”

  A silence came between us, awkward as it was the first time.

  Who is this guy?

  I sighed a deep breath through my nose, resigned to the fact that Aden probably wasn’t the talkative type. But that wasn’t going to stop me. I was going to enjoy myself, one way or another.

  “I work at a bar,” I said. “Finn’s. It’s not near Old Town but I’m sure you’ve heard of it. It’s a real busy place. Gets a good crowd every night…”

  Aden had his head down, his last bite just as big as the first one.

  “…There are all kinds of people at Finn’s. Club members. Gangsters. Hookers and whores. Even people from Ivory PD show up on their days off. It’s a real happening scene…”

  He still didn’t look like he was listening to me.

  “…It gets a little crazy. I’m sure you’d know if you’d been there before. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything else in the world. They take most of the trouble outside. And the assholes tip a lot better when they’re drunk—”

  “What are you doing?” he interrupted me.

  “…I was just… telling you a little bit about myself.”

  I gave him a satisfied smirk. Aden might’ve seemed a little rough on the outside but I knew that he wasn’t as tough as he tried to be. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking.

  “What makes you think I wanna know anything about you?” he said.

  “Maybe you don’t. But this isn’t about you. This is about me.”

  “You?”

  “Yes, me. Don’t think you’re the man just because of your muscles, tough guy. I know for damn sure that my pussy was sweeter than any you’ve ever had.”

  “Ha!”

  It was good to see the smile on his lips, even if it was at my expense. I laughed knowing that he wasn’t a complete asshole.

  “You’re pretty full of yourself, aren’t you?” he said.

  “I’m just telling the truth.”

  “The truth, huh? You’ve got the sweetest pussy in all of Ivory.”

  “I sure do.”

  “And I guess it was my lucky night that it was my turn.”

  “The best things that happen in your life are because of luck.”

  I raised my eyebrows and pursed my lips as I waited for his response. Aden might’ve intimidated other people but he wasn’t going to do the same to me. Not when I knew that he enjoyed last night just as much as I did.

  He kept staring back at me but the smile on his lips disappeared. His eyes shifted back down to the table and onto his plate of food.

  “Is that what this is?” he asked. “You cooking me breakfast so you can try to get to know me better?”

  “No, I’m cooking you breakfast because you let me suck your dick. It’s only fair, right?”

  Aden gave me a sideways glance while he shoveled another forkful of food into his mouth. Even if he tried as hard as he could, there was still the subtlest smile on his lips. I still wasn’t sure what to make of him.

  “It’s good that you don’t cook like this every day,” he said.

  “Why’s that?”

  “Because it’s all crap. You shouldn’t be eating sugary pancakes and fatty bacon every morning.”

  “Right… You’d know that because… Well, I guess you look in the mirror every morning…”

  Aden polished off his plate and leaned back in his seat. He smacked his lips clean and watched me as I continued eating the breakfast I was too distracted to focus on.

  Another awkward silence filled the room between us.

  “I guess this is the part where I slink out the door,” he said.

  “Yeah…”

  I put my head down and didn’t look at him.

  Dammit, Danica. Snap out of it.

  I didn’t know why I was so disappointed. I wasn’t ashamed to admit that I’d been with more guys than I could count. I satisfied myself and got what I wanted from them and moved on with my life.

  But Aden… I couldn’t shake the feeling I had about him. I knew better than to think that it was something more. Just the thought of that made me gag.

  So, why the hell was I so disappointed? I chalked it up to my own frustration at trying and failing to get him to tell me something, anything, about him.

  “You don’t want to know,” he said suddenly.

  “What?” I said raising my head up.

  “You don’t want to know,” he repeated.

  “I… don’t want to know what?” I said, slightly confused and squinting at him.

  “I know what you’re thinking.”

  “Do you?”

  “Yes. The breakfast. The conversation. You can say it’s something else but it’s not.”

  “How can you be so sure?”

  “Do you cook breakfast for every man you sleep with?”

  Aden’s stare was so intense that I lost my train of thought for a second. I swallowed to clear my throat and shook my head, half-embarrassed about what he was making me say.

  “…Well, no. I don’t cook breakfast for every man but—”

  “You don’t want to know me. I’m not the man you think I am, Danica.”

  “And what kind of man are you, Aden?”

  He stared at me like he was trying to figure out what to say. The corner of his lips curled into the tiniest little smirk.

  “Thanks for breakfast,” he said as he got up out of his seat.

  He walked over to my door and straightened himself out. I followed after him and stood near the doorway.

  The strange sinking feeling I had in my chest came back to me. But who was I kidding? It wasn’t strange at all. It was that same disappointment I felt when he wouldn’t talk to me.

  All I could do was stand there and watch. Aden opened the door halfway but stopped suddenly.

  “I work at Ivory Blues,” he said.

  “Ivory Blues?”

  “It’s a gym. It’s the only gym in Old Town. It’s not too hard to find.”

  “Right…”

  I thought about what he said for a second, unsure of what to make of it.

  “…You know, I probably will stop by and say hello,” I said. “You didn’t have to tell me that.”

  “I know. But you already know I just got hired at Hades. I figure you’re gonna bother me either way.”

  “Bother you. You have a way with words, Aden.”

  That smirk on the corner of his lips was still there before he turned around and left. The door clicked closed but I stood near the doorway for a few seconds and went over everything in my head.

  I had my entire Saturday to myself and there was nothing for me to do.

  “The gym… Maybe that’s not such a bad idea.”

  Chapter 5

  ADEN

  A night of drinking would’ve left most motherfuckers out for the rest of the day recovering from a hangover. I could handle my liquor though. I’d have to get blackout drunk for me to feel it in the morning. Some people would’ve taken pride in being able to drink and not feel it the next day. But I knew that I drank too fucking much and it probably wasn’t a good thing that I was so used to it.

  In any case, I had my focus where it needed to be.

  It was a late Saturday afternoon in the gym. It wasn’t as crowded as it usually was during the weekdays but there were always some gym rats who were pushing themselves. Mia was one of them apparently.

  I watched her thud her fists against the punching bag. Despite how sweaty and exhausted she looked, she didn’t let up.

  “Keep going… Don’t stop…”

  Every punch was weaker than t
he last but she kept going. Her hands dropped near her waist.

  “I said don’t stop!” I barked at her.

  Her hands raised back up as she lazily punched the bag. A few more seconds went by until I finally decided to relieve her.

  “Time.”

  She put her hands down and gulped deep breaths. I put my pads up and held them to her.

  “One, two,” I said. “Just like I taught you.”

  “I’m tired…”

  “I don’t give a shit. You can rest later. One, two. Come on.”

  She sighed another deep breath and finally followed my instructions. Her punches slammed into my pads. Even though she was tired, there was still some snap in her punches. Seeing how focused she was allowed me to lose myself in it.

  I kept pushing her until I knew she was completely out of gas.

  “All right,” I said. “That’s enough for today.”

  Mia’s arms dropped at her sides as she inhaled another deep breath.

  “I don’t know why I do this,” she said. “I’m paying you to torture me.”

  “You get tortured now so you can be comfortable later,” I explained. “That’s how it works. You’ve got a mean left hook. Some poor bastard tries to step to you and he’ll find out real fast.”

  “I don’t know how you do it.”

  “You pay me well.”

  “No, not that. I mean how you’re able to keep your hands up for so long.”

  Mia looked at me like she actually wanted an explanation. She was one of my better students, so I figured she was serious.

  “When you’re in the ring or cage with someone else who’s trying to hurt you, you do whatever it takes,” I said.

  “Even when you’re tired, huh?”

  “That’s the only time when you’re trying to do whatever it takes. It’s easy to go somewhere when you’ve got a full tank of gas. The trick is trying to find more gas when there’s none left.”

  “Believe me, I’m all out of gas right now.”

  Mia smirked at me before walking to the side of the gym. A man leaned up against the brick wall behind him while he observed us.

  “Great job,” he said as he greeted her with a kiss. “You look real hot and sexy when you’re throwing punches.”

  “Hot and sexy,” Mia sighed. “That’s exactly what I want to hear while I’m learning how to fight.”