Mercy: Second Chance Military Romance

by Abbi Hemp

“Yeah?” I stood up. “What do you like?”

  She did not look away as I stepped over to her and put my hand on our waist.

  “Lots of things,” she said.

  “We still have time before dinner. What can I do to make you feel good?”

  Before she had a chance to answer, I bent forward and kissed her on the lips. Her hands wrapped around me, pulling me close as our lips and tongues danced together. I grabbed her left breast through her tee-shirt, squeezing it, wanting to see it. She pulled away slightly.

  “Do you like the sixty-nine position?” she asked.

  I nodded my head, the idea of tasting her pussy turning me on. She took my hand and led me back inside. Next to the bed, we undressed each other, kissing at every opportunity.

  “Lay down on your back,” she said.

  After one more kiss, I did as she suggested. She climbed onto the mattress after me. A moment later, she straddled my body with her pussy over my face. I grabbed her ass cheeks and lifted my head to run my tongue over her pink, sensitive lips.

  She moaned, adjusting to get comfortable before lowering her pussy, giving me easier access. As I licked and feasted on her tender flesh, I felt her grab my cock with one of her hands. When she put her mouth over it, I went to town, tasting every inch of her flesh.

  At the same time, I squeezed her luscious and thick ass cheeks. My cock stiffened in her mouth. She stopped sucking it and concentrated on rubbing her pussy against my mouth. I stuck my tongue out, giving her something to rub and grind against.

  Her juices flowed down my face, turning me on even more. The taste of a woman drove me crazy. She got even wetter as her clitoris enlarged, letting me know she was getting closer. I slowed down, teasing her outer lips with swipes of my flat, broad tongue.

  When she took my cock back into her mouth, I grunted, not sure if I would be able to last long. Her lips wrapped around my smooth shaft tightly as they worked themselves up and down. The friction felt wonderful as more blood flowed between my legs.

  I scratched her back with my fingers, moving back down to her ass while continuing my tongue assault. She moaned, grinding that pussy against my face. The closer she got to orgasm, the more intensely she sucked my cock. If I sped up, she did the same.

  Our sexual game continued for what seemed like forever as we both edged the other closer to orgasm, pulling back if either of us got too excited. My cock throbbed, so close to shooting its warm, wet and sticky load. Would she swallow? The thought almost made me pop.

  “I’m close,” she whispered, still rubbing herself against my face.

  “You taste so good,” I said between licks and kisses.

  Our moans merged together in a symphony of sexual pleasure I never wanted to end. At the same time, the thought of exploding and release also sounded good. I moved my tongue faster, pressing down firmly as she moved her hips, grinding against me.

  She came with her mouth still over my cock. As her body squirmed against me, her breasts pushing against my stomach, I passed the point of no return. My orgasm shook me violently as my warm, sticky seed filled her mouth. When my lips brushed against her pussy, she climbed off me.

  “Now that was a bit kinky,” she said, laying down next to me.

  “Communication is so important in a relationship. The more honest we are with each other, the better it’s going to be for us.”

  She didn’t say anything. I craned my neck to look at her face.

  “You alright?” I asked.

  “Yeah.”

  “It looks like you have something on your mind. What is it?”

  “It’s nothing. Really.”

  I knew enough about her to guess she was lying to me, but I didn’t press the matter.

  “You hungry? We should go eat.”

  “Starving,” she said, her body relaxing.

  After kissing her on the lips – a simple peck – we went downstairs to feast on the food Charles had prepared for us. She left right after dinner, which made me sad, but I thought we had made progress in whatever type of messed up relationship we had with each other.

  TWENTY-FOUR

  Brent

  Cartels Have Cash

  The next day, while I worked out the details for marketing the new Super Weed, my phone rang. I grabbed it, hoping to see Heidi’s name and smiling face. Instead, I only saw the word “restricted.” With a sigh, I answered and put the phone to my ear.

  “Did I not make myself clear last time?” I asked.

  “Calm down, Mr. Stone. There’s no hard feelings. I called to offer you a chance to change your mind. We’re talking about a lot of money for little work on your part.”

  “As I said, I have plenty of money.”

  “Not this kind of money. All your dreams can come true.”

  I paused. The idea of even more wealth frightened me and attracted me at the same time.

  “I’ll think about it, okay? Give me time.”

  “Fine. We will give you another week or so, but if you don’t begin working with us before Cannabis Cup, we’re going to take you down and kill everyone you love. That’s a fact, Jack.”

  I disconnected the call. Part of me wanted to call Heidi and let her know what was going on, but I resisted the urge, deciding to go see her father instead.

  * * *

  After Keifer parked in the driveway, I got out of the SUV and glanced up at the porch. I didn’t see her father rocking in his chair, so I headed around back to the greenhouse. I walked in and saw him standing next to his workbench, peering at a plant through a magnifying glass.

  “We need to get you better equipment,” I said to get his attention.

  He straightened up and smiled at me.

  “Mr. Stone. How are you?”

  “Call me Brent,” I said as I walked over. “I’m surprised to see you working. Did you get with the doctor I recommended?”

  “I did. Thank you so much.”

  “Don’t mention it.”

  “Well, I just did, and I’m not taking it back.”

  I smiled, liking the old man.

  “I enjoy my work,” he said.

  “How are the new plants doing? Have you broken the forty-two percent barrier?”

  “Barely. The one I tested earlier showed forty-nine percent THC.”

  “That’s incredible.” I shook my head. “How do you do it?”

  “It’s a family secret.”

  “With weed like that, I might ask to join your family.”

  “My daughter needs a good man.”

  Should I tell him we are seeing each other?

  I decided against it.

  “You have any samples?”

  “Actually, I was about to fire up for the evening.”

  “Mind if I join you?”

  “Not at all.”

  He leaned over and picked up a tin box from the top of the workbench.

  “Let’s go out to the fields. Grab a chair.”

  I glanced to where he nodded his head, seeing two lawn chairs. After grabbing them, I followed him outside and to the left. The marijuana plants in his main field were large enough to block our view.

  “Here’s good,” he said. “Under this tree. Heidi used to climb this tree every summer until she fell out and broke her arm.”

  “She hadn’t told me that story yet.”

  “Dammit, I messed up again,” he said.

  “Don’t worry about it. I can keep a secret.”

  “So can she.” He shook his head and opened the tin. “You know how to roll? I’m feeling a bit weak.”

  “You need to relax,” I said.

  “I’ll relax after we win Cannabis Cup.”

  “If you win, we’re both going to make a lot of money.” I paused then added, “Legally.”

  He handed me the open tin. I broke up some of the weed on the back of the lid before getting out a Zig Zag rolling paper.

  “You’re old school,” I said as I sprinkled some of the weed onto the paper.

  “It
works well enough for me.”

  “I’ll have to bring you over a vaporizer. Have you ever used one?”

  “Nah, I’ve not had the need. Like I said, a joint or two or three a day fits me fine.”

  I chuckled as I rolled the weed and paper together. After I finished, I twisted the ends and held it out.

  “Not too bad, I guess.”

  “If it burns, we’ll be fine. Light it up.”

  “Go ahead. I’m the one who rolled it.”

  “Yeah, but you’re the guest. That’s the proper smoker etiquette.”

  “Fair enough,” I said, pulling a lighter out of the tin box.

  I lit one end of the joint then took a long drag before passing it to him. How can this be even better than the last sample he gave me? I wondered as I exhaled, filling the air between us with smoke.

  “Wow. I like.”

  “It’s got a kick,” he said then took a hit of his own.

  We passed it back and forth a few more times.

  “I think I’m good,” he said finally, waving his hand.

  “Me too.”

  I dropped the rest of the joint into the bottom of the tin then set that on the ground between us. The branches of the tree overhead protected us from the sun while the scent of fresh marijuana wafted through the air.

  “This is paradise,” I said quietly.

  “Isn’t it, though?”

  “I think I’m in the wrong business.”

  “I’ve never understood businessmen.” He turned to me. “No offense.”

  “None taken. I used to be a painter who smoked a lot of weed. A few years ago, I sold everything I had to open my own dispensary in Fort Collins.”

  “I’ve read your story,” he said. “I don’t just work with anyone. My daughter had good things to say about you.”

  I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

  “She’s a complicated woman.”

  “Aren’t they all?” he asked then laughed.

  We both stared out at the marijuana plants in silence a few moments. All the stress of taking my business to the next level and everything else faded away as we relaxed and enjoyed the day.

  “I love her,” I said, regretting it as soon as the words came from my mouth.

  He didn’t say anything at first, which made me feel even worse.

  “I see,” he muttered finally.

  I glanced over at him.

  “Do you approve?”

  He turned to face me. Our eyes met. I studied his wrinkled face for any emotion. Gradually, a smile spread across his face.

  “I think you would be good for her.”

  Relief washed through my body. With his blessing, I might have a chance.

  “What are you two doing out here?” Heidi asked from behind us.

  I flinched, almost falling out of the lawn chair.

  “Hey,” I said as I stood up. “What are you doing here?”

  “I could ask you the same question.”

  “He’s here to check on the plants and me,” her father said.

  He stared up at her from his lawn chair.

  “How are you?” I asked, stoned out of my mind.

  “I’m fine. I need to talk with my father.”

  “I should get going.”

  “Don’t be rude, Heidi,” her father said.

  She shot him a dirty look then turned back to me.

  “Why do you always have to be so angry?” I asked.

  “You’re stoned, aren’t you?”

  “Yeah. So? It’s legal.”

  “Is that all you do?”

  “I’m leaving,” I said, not wanting to get into it with her.

  I turned to her father and offered my hand.

  “Nice to meet you.”

  “Yeah,” he said, shaking it. “We’ll talk more soon.”

  He winked at me. I turned to Heidi.

  “Call me later,” I said.

  “Maybe. I’m really busy with work,” she said then sat down next to her father.

  “No biggie. Me too.”

  I nodded my head at her then walked out front. Keifer started up the SUV as soon as I got in the backseat.

  “Where to, boss?”

  “Take me home,” I said. “Thanks.”

  As he drove down the driveway, I wondered why Heidi was still acting so weird around me. Maybe she was playing me for a sucker? Most women I understood, but she was different. That’s what attracted me to her the most. On the way home, I pushed her out of my mind and concentrated on work.

  The Cannabis Cup finals were coming up, and I had to make sure everything was ready after we won. Orders would skyrocket overnight for the new Super Weed, and I wanted to be as prepared as possible. My love for Heidi had to wait, so her playing hard to get might actually help me.

  TWENTY-FIVE

  Heidi

  Internal Pressure

  After catching him talking to Dad, I decided to distance myself from Brent Stone again, determined to get the case on him closed. At that point, our relationship wouldn’t come with as many strings attached. He might be the one, but I didn’t want to waste more time with a man committing crimes.

  My office phone rang. I glanced over and saw John’s name.

  “Hey, John,” I said after answering. “What’s up?”

  “I have another hit for that Stone guy.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Sure as sushi not agreeing with my stomach.”

  “Can you send an encrypted audio file to my phone again?”

  “I already sent it, but I wanted to give you a heads-up. You know, the old fashioned way.”

  “Appreciate it, John. I haven’t forgotten your beer. You’re a Bud guy, right?”

  “Miller Lite, actually.”

  “They’re all the same to me. I’ll talk to you soon.”

  “Bye, Heidi.”

  After I hung up the office phone, I picked up my cell and logged into the private file storage area the DEA made available to all agents. I glanced to the left then right. Not seeing anyone nearby, I tapped the file John had sent me.

  On the recording, I heard Brent talking with the same unknown man from the cartel. Unlike the other time, he said he would think about working with them. What the hell? Is he just playing me? The conversation ended quickly.

  I played it again, listening for any hints as to whether or not Brent was actually thinking about working with them. Should I confront him? Why did I sleep with him? Questions assaulted my mind as I played the recording a third time.

  Before it finished, my office phone rang again. I saw Keller’s name on the LED display. Crap. What does he want? Should I tell him Brent might be guilty after all? I picked up the receiver and put it to my ear.

  “I need to see you,” Keller said simply then hung up.

  “Yes, sir,” I said sarcastically as I set the receiver down.

  I stood up and made my way to his office. The whole way, I fought with myself about what I was going to tell him. My growing love for Brent made me see the world differently.

  After knocking twice, I opened his office door and walked in.

  “You wanted to see me?” I asked.

  “Come in and have a seat.”

  He didn’t look up from papers he had on the top of his desk. I went over and sat down on one of two armchairs. Finally, he looked up at me with a blank expression on his face.

  “What’s the status on Brent Stone?”

  “Still looking,” I said, deciding at the last moment not to tell him everything. “I have a new lead I’m chasing down, though.”

  “If you’re not up to the job…”

  “I got this,” I said, cutting him off. “I’m just making sure I do everything by the books. We don’t want him getting off at the last minute due to a technicality. I mean, if he’s guilty.”

  “You still don’t think he is?”

  “I don’t think so, but like I said, I have a new lead I’m chasing down.”

  “Y
ou need to get moving on this. You’re taking too long.”

  “Do you want me to make something up?”

  “I want you to do what needs to be done. If you can’t, I don’t want you working for me. Understood?”

  It took everything I had to fight showing any shock on my face.

  Why is Keller going after Brent so hard? Does he really want me to frame him?

  “Yes, sir. I understand.”

  “That’s all,” he growled then added, “For now.”

  I stood up and spun around.

  “And make it quick,” he said as I walked to the door.

  Fuck. My. Life.

  TWENTY-SIX

  Heidi

  Some Good News

  After finding out Brent might be guilty and getting chewed out by my boss, I headed to Dad’s house to check in on him. Cancer terrified me. He’d been going to all his appointments, but I still got nervous, not wanting to lose him, not for a long time.

  I parked in my usual spot then walked toward the front porch. The setting sun cast crazy shadows on the porch thanks to the wooden railing surrounding it. At the front door, I knocked twice before opening the door. I’d caught him kissing a lady friend one night and never wanted to repeat the experience.

  “Dad? You in here?” I called out as I walked into the living room.

  “In here.”

  In the kitchen, I saw him standing next to the counter chopping a carrot.

  “You making stew?”

  “I am. You’re early by a few days. I wasn’t expecting you.”

  “It’s been a rough day,” I said, taking a seat at the table. “How are you?”

  He flashed me a smile.

  “The cancer is gone.”

  “Seriously? That’s great.”

  I stood up and walked over to him. He hugged me tightly.

  “That was so quick.”

  “When you have someone paying big money, they take care of you with all the latest treatments and procedures.”

  “Brent paid for it, didn’t he?”

  “Let’s not talk about money, okay? I can make you a sandwich. Are you hungry?”