Second Chance for Love

by April Zyon

  “Yeah, well, please don’t do that. I think that she would then bemoan missing work,” she grumbled, and sighed. “God, I wish that she would get out of dancing. I worry for her, a lot. I’m worried someone is going to do something completely stupid and she will be caught in the crossfire. It scares the bejesus out of me.”

  “Mercy, I wouldn’t worry about her. She’s smart, most of the time. You and she have that in common. She’s not going to get herself into anything she can’t control. I’d worry more about the poor fucker that goes head to head with her. She’s fucking mean.”

  Mercy laughed. “You have that one right.” She shook her head and looked over at him. “Josh tried to get Megan to talk to Ali for him and she wouldn’t, so to get back at her, he put a snake in her bed when we all camped out. She came unglued. She can handle a lot of things, snakes are seriously not one of them. So she went and got him good. She glued his boots to his floor. How she got into his room in the middle of the night, I don’t know, but it was priceless.”

  “Probably the same way any girl gets into a guy’s room, for good or evil. Through the window in a stealthy maneuver that only you women can manage. You slip in, do your thing, and then slip out. A guy tries that shit and he usually ends up falling, breaking stuff, or breaking parts of his body.”

  “Oh lordy, that’s too funny. So that’s what I need to learn how to do, huh?” Her giggles were barely held in. “If I want to make use of your yummy body at any given moment in time, I need to learn to be stealthy?”

  “Hardly.” He snorted, shaking his head at her. “All you have to do is crook a finger and I’ll come running. Not even kidding, Mercy. Just say the word, and I’ll gladly strip naked to let you do whatever you want with me.”

  “Well hot damn, good thing for you that I would do the same for you. All you have to do is say my name and I’m ready to get naked. Never thought that would come to me so easily, but there you have it. He slowed down to make the turn into the drive leading to her ranch. “We should likely be careful, though, especially with Megan around. No need to let her catch us in the act of anything. With her, it would just give her reason to kick my ass out.”

  “Well, she will have to get the hell over herself because if you think that I’m going to sleep alone now that I have you in my life, you have another thing coming. I’m so not even teasing. I want more than just one night too. I’m applying for the position of a full-time bed buddy.”

  “I like the sounds of that,” Brant said. “Sounds a little kinky, very enjoyable, and implies many possible hours between the sheets naked with you. I’m in. You do know that even if we’re not here, we can always be bed buddies anywhere, sweetheart.”

  “I know. I’m hoping that it will be a lifetime sort of thing between us.” Yes, she had gone there. She looked at him and added nervously. “I’m not asking for you to do something you aren’t comfortable with, and I’m telling you now that if you ever want to walk away, all you have to do is say so.” Even if it would break her heart.

  Mercy began to tug at her hair, her nervous tick.

  “Looks like your sister isn’t home,” Brant commented. They were just pulling around the house to the front where the parking was, and he was right, the house was dark. With the way the house sat on the land, the side with only one little window was to the main road and their driveway. You really couldn’t tell until you were on the front side of the building. “Mercy, sweetheart, quit yanking on your hair. There’s no reason to be nervous. I’m not going to up and leave you, not now, not tomorrow, not even twenty years down the line. So get that worry out of your adorable little head, please.”

  She turned and looked at him. “What?” He had noticed that? What the hell? No one realized she had that nervous tick, right? “I can’t help but to be worried. I’m scared spitless I’m diving in far too fast and will scare you away.”

  Throwing the car into park, he turned to look at her. “Mercy, stop.” Reaching over, he took her hand and pulled it to rest palm down on his chest. “I know I can’t get you to stop worrying. I really wish I could, but I know I can’t. I know that the only way you’ll stop is by showing you each and every day I’m not going anywhere. Now, let’s get inside before I start showing you. On the off chance your sister is coming back, I’d really rather not have her knocking on the fogged up windows.”

  “Good point.” Mercy didn’t get out, though. She fisted her hand in his shirt where he had laid it on his chest and pulled him closer. “I think that you should kiss me. Then we will get out.” Yes, she was playing with fire, but what a way to be burned. She then closed the space between them and kissed him as she wanted him to kiss her, delighting when he groaned and closed his arms around her as well.

  His mouth settled over hers, taking the kiss deep right from the start. One of his hands fisted in her hair, tilting her head back while pressing her in closer to him. The kiss seemed to just go on and on. Eventually, he lifted his head, his breathing just as ragged as her own. “Inside, Mercy, now. I want you naked in bed, now.”

  “Not complaining.” She pulled back and licked her lips. “Right. Inside.” She nodded and opened her door. She didn’t wait for him because she knew that he would follow her. Once at the door, she bent and lifted the welcome mat to reveal the key. “I lose keys. Often,” she explained. “I don’t know if I ever told you that or not, but I have a very bad habit of losing keys.”

  She moved quickly to the alarm keypad and entered the code to turn it off. Once that was done, she turned to him and grinned. “Okay, so where were we?”

  Dropping his bag, he moved toward her, an arm sliding around her waist and tugging her in close to him. Slowly, he lowered his head, his lips brushing hers. “Right about here,” he said softly. “Where’s your room, out of curiosity?”

  “Top of the stairs, second door to the left.” She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer to her body, impossibly close. “I think we have too many clothes on.” She looked up at him, smiling with sheer happiness. “How about we strip naked and run up to my room?”

  “How about you walk carefully up the stairs, you get a ten second head start, and then I come find you? Or I just pick you up and take you there myself, stripping you down as soon as we have the door locked behind us?”

  “Okay, I love the second one.” Anything to get into his arms would be good. “I think I better walk, though. A fireman’s carry would seriously make me puke, and that would ruin the mood.” She smirked. “Remember, I get a head start, though.” She had completely forgotten about going through the drive-through because she was with Brant. That was all that mattered to her in that moment.

  “I wouldn’t carry you over my shoulder. I’d really hate to have you throwing up, especially down my back.” He made a face and gagged a little. “Just the thought of that makes me want to hurl. No, I’d carry you up front, your legs wrapped around me, so that I could kiss you as we walk.”

  “Oh, I love how that sounds.” To be able to touch him, feel every inch of his body between her legs, to feel the press of his cock against her jean-clad pussy. “I’m in. So come here, big boy, you are so carrying me.”

  “You agreed very quickly,” he commented in a dry tone. He lifted her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist, his hands landing on her ass to hold her up. “Now, care to explain why you caved into my suggestion with such speed?” Brant started up the stairs, moving slowly, carefully even.

  “Because I was thinking.” She couldn’t help but move against him and shivered in reaction. “I was thinking just how good it would feel to be able to have the press of your hard cock against my pussy. To know you wanted me as much as I do you.” It was really that simple. “And anything that I can do to get close to you, I’m so there.”

  “That’s what I thought, ulterior motives. Women,” he muttered. He was grinning as he said it, his hands squeezing her ass and pressing her closer to him. “So, is it everything you thought it would be?”

 
“And more,” Mercy agreed, and leaned in, her lips brushing very lightly over his. She then pressed her cheek to his. “How about you? Didn’t you have ulterior motives when you suggested this slow and torturous walk?”

  “Actually, I don’t think I thought it through all that well. It’s definitely a lot more difficult than I’d thought. Looks so damn easy in the movies, but having you rubbing on my cock is creating an interesting chain reaction between the loss of blood to my brain and the goo developing in my knees.”

  “Then you should put me down so that you don’t hurt yourself,” she said with a frown. “Or you could press me to the wall and kiss me again so that both our hearts will restart?” She was mean like that.

  She got what she wanted, though, her back to the wall, his chest rubbing against her aching breasts. He devoured her, his tongue stroking hers, tracing her teeth and generally teasing her to an even more intense distraction. Every now and again, Brant would rock his hips, his cock rubbing over her clit roughly.

  Mercy’s legs tightened around Brant’s hips. She rubbed against him every inch that she possibly could. She moaned, low and delightfully. “Please.” She pulled her lips from his. “My bedroom. Naked. Bed. Wall. Dresser. I don’t care, but I need you inside of me again. Like five minutes ago.”

  With a growl, he pulled her from the wall and got them into her room fast. The door slammed shut behind them hard before she was on her feet. “Strip, now,” he demanded. With a flick of the lock, he started to strip down, stalking toward her as he lost his clothing quickly.

  She didn’t even hesitate. Mercy pulled off her clothing as fast as she could, letting it fly all around her without the first care where it landed. When she was naked, she met him halfway, her arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him close as she kissed him back.

  With a flex of his muscles, he had her back in his arms, her ass landing on the edge of something hard and slightly chilly. He feasted on her mouth as he pressed his cock over her clit, driving her a little more insane. Right when she was ready to scream at him, he pressed that lovely, hard cock into her pussy until he filled her completely.

  Mercy moaned into his mouth. She didn’t even care that they were on the dresser, not with his cock inside of her. She shifted slightly, tilted her hips just a bit, and took him deeper into her body. She shuddered, a full body shudder that rippled all the way down her and had her pussy clenching his cock tightly.

  One hand cradled her head. The other was massaging one of her breasts gently, his fingers playing with the tight nipple. Brant was moving with a slow rock, his cock sliding out then back in at a steady, sensual, nerve-wracking rhythm.

  Mercy released him from the kiss. Her back arched and she bit her lower lip. “Brant.” She cried out his name and felt her toes beginning to curl. “You’re killing me here.” She was teasing, mostly. “But it feels too damn good to ask you to stop.”

  With a rough chuckle, he flicked his tongue to her nipple. “Not stopping, no matter how much you beg or plead. I intend to make you just a little more insane by the end of this. I want you so on edge that your orgasm is beyond anything you’ve ever felt.”

  “Thank God,” she whimpered. “You are already there, Brant.” No one other than him had ever given her an orgasm. No one had ever made her feel the way that he did. “God, yes, right there.” He had tilted his hips just a bit and it had been the perfect angle now to make her crazy.

  He slowed his thrusts even more as he suckled her tight nipple into his mouth. He was gentle about it, sucking just hard enough to make her toes curl, yet seemed to know not to do anything rougher with the sensitive bud. “You taste so sweet,” he whispered. With a light brush of his lips to her chest, he switched to her other breast, treating it the same while thrusting harder and faster once more.

  Mercy’s breathing changed, became sharper, and she shivered once more in his arms. “I love it when you do that. Just a small tad harder, though. It feels wonderful, and I think just a bit more and I could scream and come.”

  “Not yet,” he told her. He lifted his head up and kissed her, teasing her gently. “I don’t want you to come just yet, Mercy. Not until I tell you to, understand?” Brant slid his hands under her ass and lifted her from the dresser, never stopping his slow thrusts. He walked toward the bed, and eased down onto it.

  “Trying.” Mercy bit her lower lip, the slight pain from it keeping the orgasm at bay. “Damn.” When he walked with her, holy hell, the pleasure was immeasurable and intense. It felt as if every single fiber of her being was tied into that erotic experience.

  “You like that,” he teased, his lips curling up. He didn’t follow her down. Instead, he remained kneeling between her legs, her ass in his hands as he thrust into her. “Focus on keeping that orgasm back, Mercy.” At her shaky nod, he pressed a finger to her anus, pressing the tip into the tight hole.

  Mercy’s eyes were on him. She watched him and every reaction that crossed his face. She shuddered when he got a look of satisfaction and she had to bite her lip a little harder to keep from coming. She whimpered. “Brant. God, that feels so good.” She felt her pussy weeping with need. She was so damn close that it wouldn’t take much for her to come apart under him.

  “Tomorrow, when we go by your place, we’re making a pit stop at the pharmacy. I want to pick up some lube so we can work this tight hole more. One day, I want to stick my cock in here, hard and deep as I finger your sweet little pussy. Would you like that, Mercy?”

  “Yes.” She moaned the word because he was hitting her just right. Every single move he made was setting her whole body on fire and making her skin tingle and tighten. “Please, Brant, can I come?” She began to move slightly on his finger that was in her ass and shivered, her pussy clenching down on his cock.

  He smiled down at her and thrust his cock harder into her pussy. Moving his free hand, he pressed his thumb to her clit, rubbing at the tight bud hard, fast, and driving her toward her orgasm even faster. “Mercy, sweetheart,” he said softly. “Come for me, baby. Scream for me.”

  Mercy couldn’t close her eyes, not when she wanted to watch him so much. She tossed her head, her neck arched, and then when his fingers and cock worked her just right, she screamed. Brant’s name was shouted from her lips as she came in a near blinding and desperate reaction to his thrusts.

  “God, yes,” he hissed out. Thrusting he jolted her around on the bed. With a loud yell, he came, his back arching as his semen shot into her pussy. His hand on her ass squeezed, his finger pressing in a little deeper as he let out a groan before collapsing over her. He caught his weight on the way down, stopping just before he would have crushed her.

  Mercy’s legs moved from his ass and slid down his thighs. She was gasping for air, seeing spots and smiling. “Heavens,” she finally said. “I think that I just saw the heavens with that orgasm.” She shivered when he squeezed her ass, reminding her where his finger was still deeply buried. “That feels so good, Brant.”

  “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked softly. With a light brush of his lips to her cheek, he nuzzled at her skin. He nibbled on her jaw gently, sliding his tongue slowly over her skin to soothe her.

  “Goodness, no,” Mercy replied and shifted slightly. “It felt amazing. I liked it. I do agree with you, though.” She was grinning now as she looked up into his beautiful eyes. “We need lube because if having you fucking my ass is anywhere as good of a feeling as what we just did, I want that. Please.”

  Chuckling, he nodded, his skin rubbing hers. Gently, he withdrew his finger from her ass, his hand rubbing over her hip slowly. “We’ll pick up the lube tomorrow. We’ll have to be careful, though. I don’t want to hurt you, not because of my needs.”

  “We will be careful, but…” She cradled his face in her hands. “I don’t know if you realized this or not, but it seems as if your needs are mine. Everything that we have done I’ve loved. Everything. I’m finding that a little bit of pain makes it all the better. But.” She put her finger
s to his lips. “You didn’t hurt me with your finger. You really didn’t. I want this with you. I want to experience everything with you, Brant.”

  “You may regret telling me that,” he said with a small smile. “We’ll go slow, see what you like, what you want to try and what you don’t. As long as I have you, Mercy, the rest really doesn’t matter.” Pressing a kiss to her lips, he shifted his weight off, his cock pulling free of her body as he settled next to her. “Sleep now, sweetheart.”

  “Sounds good.” She moved so that she was closer to him, her cheek on his chest and leg around his. “I would cover us, but I’m too tired.” And she was. She was sleepy and sated both at the same time. Mercy smiled and kissed his chest. “I think that I could become very accustomed to having you holding me after wringing the most amazing orgasms out of me,” she assured him before she dropped off to sleep, out cold without another word.

  Chapter Eight

  “Mercy, we need to get going if we’re going to make the appointment,” Brant called out to her. “Come on, woman. You went up for lip gloss twenty minutes ago. It should not take that long to find lip gloss.”

  Mercy walked slowly down the steps. “Yeah, but then my stomach decided to rear its ugly head and I lost everything I ate this morning.” She felt miserable. She wanted to just crawl back into bed and sleep until she felt better. Seeing Brant, though, she moved to him and wrapped her arms around his middle. “Just hug me for a sec? You can drive faster to get us there in time, but I need this right now.” She had brushed her teeth again, and had to change clothes since she got nasty stuff on them when she threw up.

  “Oh, sweetheart, I’m so sorry,” he whispered against her hair. His arms were tight around her as he held her close. “We’ll talk to the doctor and see if he has anything that will help with the nausea. I’m sure he’ll have some all natural helps for you and your poor stomach.”

  “It’s okay. I honestly do feel better after lunch, and after I’ve had some light food and ginger ale. It’s just the mornings and even mid-mornings that kill me right now. It’s all a part of being pregnant.” It didn’t mean she had to like it. “Okay, let’s go so that we can be sure our baby is okay.” She looked up at him with a grin. “If someone would have told me that I would be pregnant after just one accident with a condom, I never would have believed them, but I am and I couldn’t be happier.”