by April Zyon
“Already making it up to me,” she whispered, and bit her lower lip. “Don’t stop.” She pressed her heels into his ass and pulled him tighter to her body. “You won’t break me, Brant. Not now and not ever. Rough won’t hurt me as long as we both enjoy each other.”
“Slow won’t kill you either,” he said. Smiling, he pressed into her body slowly, so very slowly. “I damn well intend on remembering it this time, in graphic and intimate detail. Later, we will do hard and fast. For now, I just want you nice and slow.”
“God, you are killing me,” she said with a laugh, which turned into a moan from both of them when her pussy tightened on his cock. “Promises, promises.” She whimpered. “So good.” His cock filled her to the brim and beyond.
“I keep my promises, sweetheart. Especially to the mother of my child.” His grin got bigger as he slid in all the way, his hand tightening on her leg slightly. “God, you’re so fucking tight, Mercy.”
Her legs tightened around him. “And you fit me perfectly.” He felt amazing inside of her. “God,” was all she could moan as she shifted and moved under him, crying out when he filled her fully once more.
Slowly, he began to thrust, filling her each time, his cock stretching her again and again. “God, Mercy,” he groaned out. Nipping at her chin, he nibbled lightly as he began to thrust a little faster.
“Couldn’t argue that at all,” Mercy whispered, and watched him as he filled her to the brim and beyond, over and over again. “Again. There,” she begged. “You are right where I need you.” It was as if he were hitting a buzzer inside of her, which sent electrical currents through her whole body and made her pussy weep.
He gave her a soft grunt, his hips pumping faster, his cock hitting the perfect spot repeatedly. He lowered his head to her breast and sucked on her nipple. His hand slid down her leg to cup her ass, tilting her more as his fingertips ever so lightly brushed over her anus.
She had never had anyone touch her back there and the shock, and delight, surprised her. “Fuck,” Mercy sobbed. She could only move, she could only feel, because there was nothing more she could do in that moment in time. The pleasure was too much for her to express aloud.
“You like that, do you?” he asked. He moved a finger to rub at the tight bud between her buttocks. Not hard, just a light stroke from his work-roughened fingertip.
“Yes, yes, I like that a lot.” She shivered. “The question is, do you?” She shifted slightly and let him fill her to the brim again. “You are killing me.” But she loved it. She was going to die with a smile on her face, at least.
“No dying,” he teased with a laugh in his voice. “Not for a long, long time.” He rubbed a little harder at her anus as he thrust faster. He was rocking her on the bed now, his thrusts moving her around on the sheets and closer to the headboard.
“Not for a very, very long time,” she agreed, and held onto him as he fucked her. They both were shifting and moving, both of them desperate for more and reaching for that ultimate goal of orgasm. “Close, so close.” She bit her lower lip, her eyes closing.
“Rub your clit, Mercy. Touch yourself and push over that edge.” He wasn’t slowing down, was moving faster if that was possible. His finger was pressing to her anus, adding pressure there without penetrating, driving her a little crazy.
She did just as he demanded from her. Moving her fingers over her clit, she lifted slightly and hissed out in pleasure. “Yes. God, yes.” She felt his fingers pressing and teasing her anus, the rosy star begging for more from his large fingers. “God, Brant.” She was so close. “Please. Need to come. Now.”
“Not yet,” he told her. “Hold it back a little longer, Mercy. Resist going over that edge. Drive yourself right to the brink, but don’t let go, baby.” She felt his finger press to her anus, slipping through the first ring ever so slightly.
“Jesus,” she sobbed. “Trying.” She was barely holding onto the thread of her release. “Please.”
“Not yet,” he bit out. His finger was pressing deeper, trying to breach the second ring of her anus. Somehow, he managed to get it in, not far, but enough she thought her head was going to blow off. He was slamming his cock into her pussy now, hard, fast, rocking the bed furiously as he pounded her. “Come, now!”
Mercy screamed when she came. Her whole being seemed to electrify at that moment and she whimpered. She felt her vision waver, felt as if every single part of her came from the invasion of his finger into her virgin back hole.
With a couple more thrusts, a couple more grunts, Brant stilled. He yelled her name as the hot splash of his semen hit her sheath. His body shuddered, his arm wobbled, and then he collapsed over her, his finger slipping from her anus slowly.
Mercy held onto Brant, her breathing coming in short and heavy pants. Her eyes were closed and there was a smile on her face. “Perfect.” If their missing night was anything like this one, there was no wonder the condom broke that they had used.
Rolling them over a time later, Brant kept her tight against him, settling her on top as he landed on his back. “Holy hell,” he gasped out. “If that was anything like our missing night, we’ve been absolute fools not to do it sooner than this.”
“Couldn’t agree more.” Mercy adjusted herself on top of him and pressed a kiss to his chest. “I can’t get over just how good that felt. How right.” Which was the biggest surprise. “I think we should do that often.”
“Agreed,” he said. He gave a chuckle that rattled her around a little. “Do we want to talk now about the future, or after I feed you something? Because it is dinner time, and I’m pretty sure I smell something good wafting up here.”
“Feed me, please?” She didn’t know what their future would hold, and honestly, she was worried what he might suggest. She wanted a future. With him. “You don’t think that they would be upset with me joining you, do you?”
“Hardly,” he said with a snort. “You will need to put pants on, though. I am very fond of your legs, but while my brother is married, he’s still an idiot. He also knows how to annoy me from years and years of practice. Be warned, he’ll likely say something to get under my skin at either your or my expense.”
“Getting dressed is the best thing. I don’t want to give your mom the wrong impression, or I guess, in this case, the right one? Hell, I don’t know. You know what I mean, right?”
“Hey.” He touched her cheek lightly. “There’s no need to be nervous, Mercy. We’re the only ones that can make a decision about our life. They can drop all the hints, throw out all sorts of topics to point us the right way, but in the end, it’s all up to us, not them. So, nice deep breath, and let’s get dressed for dinner.”
“Sounds good.” She leaned into him and breathed in his scent. “All that matters is that we do what we need and our child needs in order to be happy. Right?”
“Right,” he said. With a hug, he helped her slide off of him onto the bed, then onto her feet as he got up. “You can wear my shirt over your jeans if you want. No need to get all buttoned back up into that bra of yours. Things should be outlawed for the torture devices they are.”
“Sounds good.” She grinned and shook her head. “They are also very needed items. At least it’s only one snap in the front, so life is good.” She pulled her clothes from the dresser top and pulled on her bra, panties, jeans, and looked around for the shirt she had been wearing. “Okay, where is the T-shirt that I had on while we napped?”
He’d pulled on jeans, and was just lowering his shirt into place. “On the lampshade,” he said with a grin. He pointed to the lampshade in question that was wearing his T-shirt in a very sloppy fashion.
Mercy looked at the shirt and laughed. “Someone was in a hurry to get me naked.” She grabbed the shirt, pulled it on, and looked at him. “Not that I’m complaining because I was just as eager as you were.” She walked to him and slipped her hand into his. “You sure this will be okay? They won’t be upset that I’m sticking around?”
With a tug,
he had her in his arms, wrapped up tight. “It’s fine, Mercy,” he said softly. “You are always welcome here. Besides, if Mama said anything to Joshua, he’ll have more than enough food on the grill. He tends to go mildly overboard showing off for his wife.”
“Sounds good to me.” She snickered and asked, “Why would he have to show off for her? I mean, seriously? Oh crap. It just hit me. I remember saying that they would likely end up pregnant far too soon because of how often that they are naked together. Talk about karma.”
“I don’t ask, they aren’t telling, but they are naked way too often for my liking. Fuck, Mama’s practically moved in over at the Hollister Ranch because of all the naked ass that is running around here. Let’s just hope that they aren’t currently naked. I might just have to shoot Joshua for that, and Ali really wouldn’t be happy with me if I did.”
“Well don’t shoot him, because there is only one Carver man that I’m interested in looking at and seeing naked all the time. Although, all of your brothers are pretty hot. Just saying,” she teased, giving him a hug. She got serious and added, “But none of them are you. You are special, you are unique, and you are someone that I want in my life.” She wanted him to be hers, dammit.
He was staring into her eyes as he lowered his head to press a kiss to her lips. “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered. “I’m going to do whatever it takes to be here with you, Mercy. In whatever capacity you’ll let me into your life, I want it.”
“Good. I’m not going anywhere either. Hopefully I can be more than your baby’s mother. I feel something different for you.” She couldn’t call it love, but she definitely felt far more for him than she ever had anyone before. She wasn’t certain what it was that she felt, but it was there. “Don’t break my heart,” she begged him.
Both his large hands came up to cup her face lightly. “Never,” he whispered. “But I have to ask the same of you, Mercy. My heart’s fragile, but I’m more than willing to hand it over to you if you swear to keep it safe. Trial basis, maybe a lease, see if you want the huge responsibility before going deep into debt to purchase.”
“Sounds good. And I won’t.” She leaned into him, going up on her toes and brushing her nose to his. “I need you in my life far too much to hurt you. I think that we both have fragile hearts right now, but I want to try.” She liked his idea of a trial lease basis. It made her smile. “Just know that I might ask for more than a trial before the lease time is up.”
“It’s always negotiable, Mercy.” Smiling, he kissed her hard on the lips, drawing away just as she started to melt. “Now, let’s get some food. You need something in your belly to feed our growing little one, and I need fuel if you intend to abuse me some more tonight.”
“Oh I intend to do just that now that you brought it up. Maybe tonight you won’t hold back on me.” She was giving him a hard time. “But yes, food. Food is good.” Because she was starving. She moved closer and hugged him. “Now, are we staying here tonight or going to my place?”
“Whatever you’d like. It might be easier if we’re at your place so you have clothing of your own. I can grab my bag quickly enough if you’d like us to stay there. We should pick you up some ginger ale and Saltines, though. It might help with the nausea once you’re up and moving in the morning. No guarantees, but it’s a good starting spot.”
“Sounds good to me.” She frowned. “Are you sure that your family won’t miss you? I mean, you said that Josh is working you, so that obviously means that he needs the help. Are you sure?” She didn’t want to take him from his home if she didn’t have to. “Or we could always go to the ranch.” Her family ranch, one that had been left to her and Megan. Sure, Megs lived there now, but she knew her sister wouldn’t be too pissed if she moved in there too.
“They won’t miss me,” he said. “Josh was just using and abusing me since I was here. If I’m not here, he’ll keep doing what he does so well, running the place. Don’t worry about it, Mercy. I’m a phone call away if they do need me, and it’s not like I’m in a different state, right?”
“This is true. You are just in the town central instead of the fringes.” The county was pretty much the whole town. “Okay. Let’s eat, get your bag, and then we will head to my place? Tomorrow, we will worry about where to put down our feet for the rest of the pregnancy and beyond. Deal?”
“Deal.” He nodded and smiled at her. “Relax, sweetheart, we’ll figure it all out. Now, seriously, I’m starving, and God only knows how you are resisting gnawing on your own arm at this point.” Dropping his hands, he caught one of hers and tugged her out of his room, down, and through the house to the back deck where Joshua was manning the grill.
“Hiya, Mercy,” Joshua called out. “Mama said you were here, but I was pretty sure it was just early senility setting in. She’s ever hopeful more women will come around to help bring a bit of civilization to the place. Nice shirt. Looks just like one that Brant owns.”
“Huh, funny thing that.” Mercy decided that teasing Joshua was a good thing to do. “It is one of Brant’s, so I guess that means it must be his.” She looked up at Brant. “You bad boy, sharing your shirts with me,” she muttered, and leaned against him. “As for the women.” She shrugged. “She’s just hoping someone will give you a little bit of polish or whatever so that you aren’t as youthful as you always seem to be.” She continued teasing Joshua, trying to hold back from all out laughing with him.
“I can’t help the fact I don’t act like an old fuddy duddy, Mercy. Besides, if you can’t have fun in life, why bother living it? And annoying big brothers has always been a favorite of mine.” He grinned at her. “Grab a drink. There are all sorts in the cooler, compliments of Ali who is, uh…fuck if I know where she got off to. She’ll come a-running as soon as dinner’s ready, though. Sit, drink, relax.”
“Thanks Joshua,” Mercy said, and grabbed a bottle of water from the cooler, passing a long neck off to Brant with a twinkle in her eyes. She couldn’t drink. He would know that just as she did. “So, what are you making us for food?” She took a seat on the railing, watching the Carver men and smiling. Goodness, they were amazing and handsome men, that was for sure.
Brant settled in next to her, an arm around her waist as he leaned a hip to the railing.
“We have steak, of course, because it’s a mortal sin not to cook steak in Texas. We also have some ribs that Mama picked up fresh this morning, and a couple of chicken breasts for sandwiches tomorrow for the guys. We also have a number of sides, all cold, though, thank God. We have coleslaw, potato salad, nine bean salad with Mama’s secret dressing, a garden salad, and some raw veggies with dip. For dessert we have a cheese and fruit platter just to stuff in those weird corners of our bellies.”
“Oh God, it all sounds good. Can I have a little bit of everything? I’m starving. I mean like crazy starving.” Which was par for the course. “And I don’t care for cheese a great deal. I know, I know, I’m weird, but there is something about the texture that I really, really hate.”
Joshua laughed at that and shrugged. “Mercy, my darling, you can have whatever you want. There are no rules to these meals. Just eat whatever you want as long as you clean your plate off. Shit, I guess there is one rule.” He gave her a sheepish look.
“Don’t you worry. It’s the evening meal, and I can totally eat every single bite of it and more. Now come breakfast, don’t ask that of me or else I will puke on you. However, you won’t know that because I’m going to kidnap your brother and take him home with me so he will be the one who will have to watch out for me tossing my cookies tomorrow.”
Joshua was staring at her in confusion. “This might be a dumb question, but what the hell are you talking about? Why on earth are you tossing your cookies in the morning? Are you not feeling good, Mercy? Should you even be here if you’re under the weather?”
Well, hell. She would have assumed that his mother had told him. “Well.” She blushed. “I’m perfectly fine, just a little.” She shrugged. �
�Well, you see.” How the hell did she tell him that she was pregnant? It was hard enough to tell Brant, but lord. “Brant and I had a really, really good time that night you left him with me.” Okay, she was so going to leave it at that and see if he was as bright as his momma seemed to think he was.
“Uh, good?” he said, making it a question. He was shooting her and Brant looks. She could almost see the wheels turning in his head. His eyes went wide suddenly and he let out a loud hoot. “Holy shit! I’m going to be an uncle?”
Mercy laughed and nodded. “Yeah, I guess you are. We figured that it would be you and Ali first, but seems that Brant just couldn’t be shown up or whatever.” She looked at Brant as she said that. “Then again, he’s pretty awesome.”
Brant was blushing as he tipped the bottle of beer at to his lips.
“I could argue that point, but I won’t. Hot damn, that’s great news. Alison!” he bellowed at the top of his lungs. “Woman, where the fuck are you? Shit, she is going to flip her proverbial wig at this.”
“Good lord, Joshua,” Ali said as she walked out onto the porch. “You big goof.” She looked at Brant and Mercy. “Hi.” Hugging Joshua, she looked up at him. “Now, why are you yelling at me? I was on the phone with my mother,” she grumbled. “I swear that woman needs to be smacked upside the head.”
“You’re going to be an aunt,” he said, smiling ear to ear. Chuckling, he tipped his head toward her and Brant.
“Oh for the love of God, Josh. Mercy is pregnant with our child,” Brant said. “Which means you’ll be an aunt in a few months.”
“What? Are you serious?” Ali asked, and then jumped with laughter. She gave Brant a hug first and then Mercy. Rubbing Mercy’s belly, she said, “Ignore your uncle Joshua sometimes. He gets a little ahead of himself.” She smirked. “And thank God that you are pregnant. Your mother has been leaving little hints around the place for us. We don’t have the balls to tell her that we are waiting to get pregnant.”