He growled something into my back as he pressed his forehead against my shoulder, and tightened his arms around my waist.
I smiled, loving the feel of us together.
The entire thing was so erotic that I was tipping over that imaginary edge, and plunging down into the depths of my orgasm within seconds.
I screamed, yelling out my pleasure for all to hear.
He tensed, and I knew he was coming, even though I couldn’t feel or see it happening.
He fell backwards, pulling me with him. His head hit the butt of his gun, but he didn’t stop grunting and thrusting as he fucked me hard, working his orgasm out himself
The added wetness to our movements let me know he’d finished, as well as the way he’d fallen limp.
His limbs hit the bed as if he was exhausted, leaving me balancing precariously on his chest.
I move my legs up until my feet balanced on the bed on either side of his knees.
“I like this ‘woman on top’ thing. I could really get used to this,” he rumbled softly.
My face was tilted to the side, lying against his chest. His chest hair was tickling my lips as I smiled in agreement.
“You can be on top next time. I don’t think my legs could take another spin like the last one,” I said tiredly.
He snorted. “I like that thing you do with your hips.”
I was in agreement with that, too.
My pussy clenched just at remembering.
His dick, which had been soft inside of me, slowly started to fill with blood once more.
The sensation in and of itself was absolutely delicious, but also weird. It was a feeling I’d never experienced before, but I hoped I get to many times over, for the rest of my life.
He sat up and disengaged from my body with a wet, sucking sound. Then he rolled us until he was on top and between my legs once more.
When he slid inside of me once again, my eyes widened in pleasure.
Leaning forward and dropping down, he came to a stop when our lips were a hairsbreadth away.
I could feel his earlier release leaking out of me before he pressed back inside, our combined releases easing the way for his tunneling cock.
“What?” I panted, my arms going up and around his neck to pull him in closer to me.
He thrust slowly, in and out, until I was panting with the need for release almost before I could believe it.
He moved his hips only, looking into my eyes as he worked his dick inside of me. In and out. Oh, so slowly.
Tears slipped from my eyes as the sweetest and most delicious orgasm I’d ever experienced took over my body. Pouring into me like warm, melted honey.
The warmth suffused my body as he released inside of me once again, kissing me breathlessly the entire time.
I licked my lips.
“You know,” I said hesitantly. “We’ll have to keep doing that…at least until I get too big to do it anymore. I hear pregnant woman like a lot of sex.”
He shrugged, eyes staying pinned to mine. “You can have me day or night, baby. If I’m here. And if I’m not, then you have my cell phone and pager number. The pager I’ll always have on me in case there’s a SWAT situation in town.”
I blinked. “You want me to page you if I want to have sex?”
He grinned. “Well, sure. Why the fuck not?”
Chapter 16
I don’t jump to conclusions. I cannonball into them like a motherfuckin’ boss.
-Mercy’s personal thoughts
Mercy
I woke up in Miller’s arms, happy and content.
I was thirsty and extremely hungry, though. Which must’ve been why I’d woken up at this ungodly hour after the night I’d just experienced.
It was six in the morning, and I stretched, deliciously sore from the night before.
Rolling to my side and out of bed, I performed my morning routine, and then got dressed.
All the while I did so, I watched Miller not move a single muscle.
He looked so cute.
He was sleeping on his back with one arm up and over his head, while the other one lay outstretched on the mattress where I’d been previously laying.
The white sheets were tangled up with his legs, in a twist along his side and only covering a very minimal part of him.
His blue boxer briefs were bunched up at the top of his thighs, something that would’ve bothered me to no end, but didn’t seem to affect him in the slightest.
He was snoring slightly, and the beard that’d already been on the verge of too long, was now a bushy mess around his face.
I nearly laughed when I saw a feather from the hotel’s ‘luxurious’ pillows stuck in it. Each time he breathed in and out, the feather would blow back and forth.
Thinking I’d leave him be and bring him breakfast back, I quickly pulled on some sweat pants, which happened to be Miller’s.
I had to tie them very, very tightly, but it worked for what I needed it for.
The shirt I was wearing said, Cinder-fuckin-Ella. Miller had gotten it at the gift shop yesterday after lunch, and I absolutely loved it.
After grabbing the white key card off the table by the door, I slowly unlocked the door, trying to make as little noise as possible.
After getting out of the room without waking Miller, I walked down the hall, nearly laughing my ass off when I heard grunting and moaning from every single room I’d passed.
Granted, it was only four rooms, and all four of them were occupied from our group, but it was still hilarious.
I pressed the down button, and waited patiently for the elevator to get there; although, as I found out last night, it was bound to take a while since there was over forty five floors in the hotel we were staying in, and we were on the thirty eighth.
I was partially hidden by the large marble column just to the right of the elevator, which was why, as Miller’s parents waited, they didn’t stop their conversation.
“I’m just saying, isn’t it kind of weird? Miller said he never wanted kids. Then, all of a sudden, he’s all right with the fact that he has her pregnant,” Miller’s mother said animatedly.
“I know, dear. But you don’t know what happened. He could really love her. You’ll just have to talk to him,” his father said tiredly, as if he’d been saying the same thing over and over again.
“She’s not his type, though. All of the girls I’ve met over the thirty five years he’s been alive, and not one of them has looked like her. Granted, he does look like he enjoys her company, but it’s just so surreal. He’d been so adamant about not getting married, and not having kids, that I thought for sure he’d be the last of my boys to ever have any, if ever,” she said in exasperation.
“You also don’t know that, either. Give her time. Give them time,” His father said softly.
“I know I need to, but he’s my baby. Does he love her? Because he’s going to be trapped with her forever. Literally, he’d never leave her. Do you remember when he got that puppy when he was younger, and we found out it had a heart defect?” his mother asked.
He must’ve nodded, because I didn’t hear the reply before she continued talking.
“And he refused to let him go. He’s got such a soft heart for those that can’t take care of themselves. Do you remember how we tried to take that dog back to the breeders, and he refused to let it go? He nursed him until his very last days, and then buried him in the backyard, all by himself?” His mother continued.
I choked.
Placing my clenched fist up to my mouth to keep in the sob that wanted to break free, I leaned my head against the marble column, so thankful it was there that I could quite possibly hug it.
“Are you okay, Micah?” Sloan asked worriedly.
“Fine. That wasn’t me,” Micah confirmed.
Luckily, I was saved by the doors to the elevator opening, and the two of them disappearing inside.
Coming out
from behind the pillar once the door shut, I pressed the button for the elevator once again.
I wasn’t going to go to breakfast, though. Not anymore.
Was that what I’d done?
Was he really staying with me because of what I’d forced him to do?
I had forced him and, Jesus. What if I was just another case of pity to him? Someone he felt he had to take care of?
“Oh, my God. What have I done?” I asked desolately.
I’d ruined his life.
He’d been too good of a man to tell me no, and I’d been so fucked in the head at the time, only thinking about myself, that I hadn’t understood what I was asking of him.
After a long wait, the door finally pinged open, and I rushed inside.
Or would have, had I not ran smack dab into a wall of muscle.
“Oomph,” I said, reeling backwards with the force.
The man’s hands came up, and he smiled.
I immediately shuddered.
The man, Faris Blue, had one hell of a black eye, and he was staring at me as if I was his last meal.
“Well, well,” he sneered. “What do we have here?”
He ran his finger up the outside of my arm, circling it around a piece of my hair that’d fallen from my braid.
“Mercy, darlin’,” a not so amused voice said from behind me. “You okay?”
I visibly wilted when I heard that rugged, weathered voice.
“Yeah, Silas. I believe this man was getting off the elevator. I was going down to breakfast. Care to join me?” I asked loudly, turning my wide, fear-filled eyes in Silas’ direction.
He took in my crying eyes, as well as my about to collapse if he didn’t get the man away from me knees, and grimaced. “Sure, darlin’. I think we’ll let Mr. Blue take the elevator by himself, though.”
Faris stepped into the elevator reluctantly, eyes on Silas the entire time the doors closed.
When he was finally cut off from our view, I turned to Silas and said, “Thanks.”
Silas patted the top of my head, then pressed the elevator button. “I didn’t do anything, darlin’. Go eat your breakfast.”
I didn’t bother to correct him that I had any plans on eating breakfast. In fact, I planned on going to gorge myself on Dr. Pepper and play the quarter slots until I either ran out of money or won big.
The doors opened, and I stepped onto the elevator, waving at Silas as the doors closed. His eyes studied me the entire time, and I let out a relieved breath, going weak in the knees, when he didn’t stop me from leaving.
However, I managed to stay upright when the doors opened again, emitting a laughing couple.
They were so lovey-dovey with each other that I wanted to puke.
Fuck my life.
***
“Will you put me some Dr. Pepper in a beer mug? I want it in one of those big ones,” I said, gesturing towards a beer mug that was about the size of my thigh.
The waitress smiled. “Sure, honey.”
I fed my first quarter into the slot machine I’d commandeered, and pulled the lever.
Seven-seven-star.
I repeated it. Over and over.
This wasn’t near as much fun as the advertisements made it look.
“Please tell me,” a deep voice said from behind me. “That you’re not seriously drinking beer.”
I glanced over my shoulder at Silas, and grimaced.
“What are you doing here?” I asked tiredly.
“Nothing,” he said, taking the seat beside me, feeding a quarter in, and immediately hitting three cherries.
Quarters started to pour out of the machine, filling up the tray. Alarms started to sound and people tittered excitedly.
I gave Silas a disgusted look when he scooped the entire booty up, and deposited it in my rapidly deteriorating bucket.
“How’d you do that?” I asked, gesturing to his machine.
He shrugged. “The power of observation. The old lady that was sitting here before me had been here since this morning when I went to bed around one. She left with her single cup she’d come with, which meant she didn’t win anything or she’d have had more. It was bound to happen. These things wouldn’t be so popular if one didn’t pay out every once in a while to keep the crowd interested.”
I blinked, stunned by his words. Power of observation indeed.
“So what are you doing here?” I asked, feeding in another quarter. “How’d you find me?”
7-7-cherry.
Fuck.
I glared at Silas as he, once again, hit a winning combination and more quarters poured out before he answered.
“Followed you,” he answered mildly.
I lowered my eyebrows at him. “How? You were still up on the floor when I got to the ground level. And that’s got to be the slowest elevator on the planet. How’d you find me?”
He gave me a droll look. “You’re in the casino in the same hotel we’re staying at. If you didn’t want to be found, you wouldn’t be here.”
I scrunched my nose up at him, and pulled the lever again.
Cherry-cherry-two cherries.
Shit.
“I’m in the back of the casino; I’m being inconspicuous,” I spat.
He snorted. “Whatever you say, dear. I know better than to argue with a pregnant person.”
“How’d you know I was pregnant?” I asked accusingly.
He raised his eyebrows. “Having to go pee every thirty minutes. Almost throwing up at the smell of an airport. Sleeping nearly the entire plane ride. Eating a brownie fudge sunday with French fries as a side? If that doesn’t spell pregnant with a capital P, I don’t know what does.”
“Humph,” I sighed. “Whatever.”
We played in silence for well over an hour before I started to wonder why he was still there.
“Why are you here, again?” I asked curiously.
“Because you’re sitting at my slot machine,” he said, raising the beer the waitress had just brought over for him to his lips before taking a drink.
“Well, looks like you got the better one, anyway,” I muttered, pulling down the lever.
7-7-7.
Alarms started blaring, confetti dropped from the fucking ceiling, and people started to crowd around me.
Instead of being excited, I got overwhelmed by the sheer amount of people that I started to freak out.
Silas’ reassuring hand at my shoulder, though, stopped my overreaction in its tracks, and I was able to smile as, instead of dropping me quarters, a printed receipt started to print out of the machine.
“What the hell is that?” I asked in confusion.
“You won more than the machine had to give. So they gave you a printed receipt that you’ll have to take up to the corner,” Silas said, gesturing towards the wall where a glassed in receptionist stood taking tickets just like mine.
“Hmm,” I said, sitting back down as the people started to disperse.
“You were saying about not winning?” Silas growled.
I bared my teeth at him. “Shut it.”
We went another ten minutes or so when I was finally found by Foster and Trance.
I tried to duck down behind Silas, but they spotted me easily and started walking hurriedly towards me.
“Dude,” Foster yelled. “What the fuck?”
That had been directed at Silas and not me, luckily.
“What?” Silas asked, feigning innocence.
“We’ve been looking for her for two hours. If you knew where she was, why didn’t you tell us?” Foster asked with barely controlled patience. “And you,” he directed his gaze to me. “Do you know what the point of a cell phone is?”
I raised my brows at him. “Yes.”
“And what, pray tell, is that?” Trance rumbled, accusing eyes locked on mine.
I ignored them and fed another quarter in. “To play Angry Birds, of course.”
Silas snorted as he tried to hold in his laugh, but it made him sound like he was choking on his own spit.
I turned to him. “Did you know they were looking for me?”
He shrugged. “No, but then again, none of them called me. How was I supposed to know they were looking for you?”
Trance snorted. “You stayed for a reason, old man. And the fucking police at Miller’s door wasn’t a good way to start his morning. He had to go down to the station with them to explain what happened last night.”
“Explain what?” I asked, standing in alarm.
“That fucker from last night was killed,” Foster said eloquently.
I blinked, turning to Trance for him to translate. “What?”
“Faris Blue was killed,” Trance translated.
I blinked in surprise. “Why is Miller at the police station?”
“He had the flight information, as well as our names written on a piece of paper beside his office phone,” Trance explained. “They’re just following up with him and would like to speak with you, too.”
“Alright,” I walked past them. “Let me cash in my winnings and go talk to them.”
“Miller said for you to stay here; he’d tell them everything they needed to know,” Trance explained at my back.
Of course he would, because he had to take care of me, after all. I was a poor, pitiful woman who was incapable of taking care of herself.
“Whatever,” I said. “I’m going down there. Either you can go with me or get out of my way.”
Surprisingly, or could I say luckily, I missed Miller by a matter of seconds.
Trance had tried to call him, but the reception in the hotel we were staying at was terrible, making each call Trance placed to Miller practically worthless.
Now Trance was leading us into the depths of the Las Vegas police station so we could speak with the same man I’d met with last night, Tony DeRoy.
“Don’t say anything you think you shouldn’t,” Trance said as he reached the door.
I gave him an annoyed look. “Yes, father.”
He glared at me. “You don’t know who you’re dealing with, little girl.”
I snorted. “You don’t know who you’re dealing with.”
“Alright,” Foster said, pushing the door open and walking between us. “Now that you’ve each measured your dicks, let’s get this over with before the reunion that starts in two hours.”
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