Lunchtime Chronicles: Red Light Special

by Reana Malori

  “What?” She squeaked out just as he grabbed her under her ass and lifted her. Her warm heat rested against his burgeoning member. His feet moved quickly, walking them over to the large dresser filling up one wall of the bedroom.

  Placing her on the sturdy surface, he positioned his steel rod at her center. “I want you in every room of this cabin,” he growled. Inching his dick inside her slick channel, she released a heavy sigh of contentment. Her head flew back as she gasped. Bobby knew he was thick and wide, and under normal circumstances, he would expect that she would be sore this morning. And after the night they’d had, he knew he should be taking it slow. Considering he planned to do a lot more with her during this next week, this was just the tip of the iceberg. He silently prayed that she was able to take everything he wanted to give her.

  “Fuck me, Bobby.” Her pleading demand pulled him back to the present, and he again focused on the beauty in his arms. As he pressed fully inside her, she closed her eyes before tightening her legs at his waist.

  “Yes, baby,” he groaned. “You feel so good wrapped around my dick. Do you know how long I’ve wanted to be here with you?”

  Glazed eyes looked up at him, lust pouring from her gaze. Her perfect teeth bit into her juicy bottom lip. He leaned down to lick the flesh, which only made his blood run harder for her. Never taking his eyes from hers, he pressed even deeper, his thick member tapping her cervix ever so lightly. “When I walked in and saw you here, I knew our moment had come.”

  “Bobby... Don’t... Say...”

  He knew what she was trying to say, but he didn’t give a fuck. Bobby knew exactly what he meant. He may be an asshole to some, but Mercy would see the man underneath. He needed her to know this was more than just getting his dick wet and having a willing pussy to fuck. “Don’t fucking tell me what to say. You know this has been building for a while.” He stroked again, twisting his hips, wrenching a keening moan from her throat.

  “You feel so good,” she moaned.

  “I know I do. And look how good your pretty pussy is taking me in.” Using his arms, he lifted her thighs higher and wider, opening her to him even further. Bobby slammed into her repeatedly as she moaned and mewled out her pleasure. “That’s right, baby. Take it all. This shit feels good to you, don’t it? Damn. I want you to cum all over this dick.”

  “Oh shit. How do you feel so good inside of me?” The question was halfway between a whisper and a wail, as she wrapped her arms tighter around his shoulders and her legs around his waist.

  Watching her breasts jiggle as he pounded inside her, Bobby smiled. Leaning down, he sucked one dark peak into his mouth, biting down on the flesh as he rocked inside her. Releasing her nipple, he pulled back and viewed his handiwork. Reaching one hand up, he grabbed a chunk of her hair, pulling her head back and bringing her eyes to his. Never slowing down, he kissed her chin, neck, nose, eyelids, and finally her mouth. “Do you really need to question why we fit so well? You may not have known for last night, but you know it now.”

  Eyes glazed, she managed to eke out one word, “What?” Releasing one hand from around his neck, she tilted her head back as the other hand tightened in his short hair. “Oh, God. Don’t stop.”

  “No, baby. I’m never gonna stop. You and I both know you belong to me. Now that I’ve had you, tasted you...” she bit down on her lip, bringing a moan from both their mouths. “This pussy isn’t going anywhere. It belongs to me, just like you do.” At Mercy’s wide-eyed look, Bobby knew he had her. Yeah this is what he’d been waiting for her to realize. She was his. Increasing his thrusts, Bobby pulled her lower body closer to his. He knew there was no more give, but he wanted—no—needed to get deeper. To imprint himself on her. For her to believe what was happening. No more hiding. No more denial.

  “Fuck yeah, baby. That’s it. Take all you want,” he growled. His own orgasm was making its way through his body, but he needed her to be with him.

  “Yes. Yes. Yes,” she chanted.

  He could feel her pussy clenching tighter around him. Could see the muscles in her stomach quivering. Her body began to shake, her legs tightened as she squeezed him closer, and her hands gripped his body in a vice-like grip. “Don’t stop, Bobby,” she pleaded. “Please. Oh. God.”

  Bobby placed one of her legs over his shoulder and began to push his hips faster. He wanted her to hand over her pleasure to him. To give her body freely. To let him give her what she needed. What they both needed. Mercy’s harsh breathing, flared nostrils, and clenching pussy preceded the gush of juices flowing over his dick. His own orgasm not far behind. As he emptied inside her body, his eyes closed in ecstasy.

  Their harsh breathing was the only sound in the room. Then she giggled. “See what you’ve done? Now I need to take another shower.”

  Her words made his heart contract with that feeling again. “Remember what I said before? You’d better get comfortable having me in there with you.” Bobby knew he was in trouble with this woman, but he was happy to deal with the repercussions.

  She smiled at him, a gleam in her eye. “I’m okay with that. I kinda like having you all up in me.”

  A sound he hadn’t heard from his own mouth in a long time bubbled up to the surface. Laughter. Pure fucking joy. It felt good, too. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up. I’ll even wash your back.”

  CHAPTER 7

  Mercy

  A COUPLE DAYS LATER, they sat in the living room, relaxing after dinner. Mercy couldn’t stop looking at Bobby. Being with him like this felt good. It felt right. She never thought they would get to this point, mainly because she was too much of a chicken-shit approach him, but she was glad for the mix-up with the cabin. Then again maybe it wasn’t such a mix-up after all. Kane must have expected that Bobby would stop by the cabin after visiting his sick mother. She almost let out a bark of laughter at the situation. Leave it up to Kane and Joy to play matchmaker between their two unlikely friends.

  Glancing down the couch at Bobby, who sat on the other end, she wanted to ask so many questions. He was always so silent about his life and his background, but she wanted to know everything she could about him. It was like being a teenager in love — maybe it was more like being in lust. It didn’t matter, because it felt too good to stop. His large hands were rubbing her feet as they watched the game on the large television. No one she’d dated before had ever done anything like this before. It was almost pathetic when she thought about it. Here she was, this smart, educated, career-focused, independent woman, and when she looked back at her romantic relationships, all of them combined didn’t add up to the last five days with Bobby Cooke.

  “Bobby?” When he turned that green-eyed gaze toward her, she almost chickened out. “Do you want to talk about your mom? I know when you arrived, you just left her. Have you heard from her or your other relatives since you’ve been here?” Mercy knew she may not get Bobby to share his feelings about his mother, but she had to try. They’d been fucking and sucking over every surface of this cabin but hadn’t yet touched on the real reason this entire situation came to be. His mother was sick, and Bobby was hurting.

  “What brought that question?” His voice held no inflection, but Mercy wasn’t fooled.

  “Since we’re here together, we should get to know each other more. Understand what makes the other person tick. I believe your mother is a huge reason you’re the man you are today. I want to get to know you, the real Bobby. Not just the man in the fancy suit who barks orders.

  Bobby laughed a little. “I don’t bark orders.”

  Mercy laughed right along with him, nodding her head. “Oh yes, the hell you do. I think people run in the other direction when they see you coming. Hell, I don’t even work with you, and I know how you are at the office.”

  Bobby rolled his eyes and huffed. “I’m going to tell Kane to handle Joy’s big mouth. He needs to get that woman under control.”

  Her shoulders were shaking, she was laughing so hard. “Yeah, right. I’d like to see him tr
y. You may think Kane rules that relationship, but I can tell you right now that’s all Joy. Women like us make sure we have equal voice in a relationship. You’d better remember that when we leave here. You may be able to fuck me senseless and have me begging in your name every night, but don’t even think about trying to control me.” Mercy gave Bobby a sideways glance, a large smile still hovering over her face. She didn’t even think about what she’d said until he spoke.

  “Sweetheart, I’m man enough to handle anything that comes my way. But if I wanted to control you, you bet your ass I would. And there would be nothing you could do about it. Plus, we haven’t even talked about having anything more after we leave this cabin. You’re jumping to conclusions, aren’t you?”

  Mercy’s stomach dropped. Did she jump to conclusions? She was only going off what he’d said to her just a few nights ago. Then again, men said a lot of shit while they were getting their dick wet. Just her luck, this time, she’d trusted the words coming out of his mouth and made a fool of herself all over again. One day she would learn. Apparently today was not that day.

  Pursing her lips, she turned away from Bobby’s stern profile and began watching the game. If you asked her about the score or anything that had happened on screen, she wouldn’t have been able to tell you. Her mind was jumbled with thoughts of how she could be so stupid. She knew better than to trust the words of a man without any action tied to it. She was giving up the goodies every night, and every morning, and sometimes in the middle of the day, because she couldn’t stop living on pipedreams and false hopes. The silence between them became deafening. They had never had any type of uncomfortable downtime, but today it was unavoidable. Her joke and the attempt to keep things fun and sexy had backfired.

  “My mother is everything to me.”

  As Bobby spoke into the silence, Mercy held her breath. She’d allow him to dictate just how much he told her. Although everything in her wanted to press him further, she forced herself to stay still and silent.

  “She worked two jobs my entire childhood. Not once did she ever complain about what she had to do so that I could have a good life. My father was a son of a bitch, and when he left, it was the best thing that could’ve happened to us. Although I was too young to truly understand what was happening, I could still hear the sounds coming through the walls at night when he beat her after a night of drinking and whoring down at his favorite bar. She was the one he’d married and had a son with, but she only saw the worst of him. The night he’d tried to come at me with his fists raised, was the night she fought back.”

  Mercy didn’t want to hear anymore. She wanted him to stop baring his soul to her, opening old wounds. To hear Bobby say those words about his father and what his mother had gone through when he was a child, she wanted to wrap her arms around him and tell him everything would be okay, but she knew that would be the wrong move. So, she sat, and listened, and wished with everything inside of her, that she’d never asked this question.

  “Once he finally left, our lives began. My mom smiled more. She whistled when she worked around the house. She painted every room in the house with bright colors, bringing the sun into our tiny space, or at least that’s what she told me. She was at every single football game I played. And even when work had worn her down to breaking point—where she was only getting three or four hours of sleep each night—she was still up in the morning making me breakfast and had dinner waiting for me when I got home from football practice. When I finally graduated law school, I made sure that my signing bonus and first paycheck was used to move her out of the old house we lived in for so long. My mother gave up so much of her life for me, to make sure I was happy and healthy, that I often wonder just how many regrets she has. Was her life well lived? Anna Cooke is the best this world has to offer. No one could ever take her place.”

  Tears fell as Mercy listen to Bobby speak words about his mother that she knew were from the very depths of his heart and soul. The sorrow in his voice was unmistakable. He expected that his mother would not survive, she knew that now. “I’m sorry.” He shook his head but never turned to look at her. From the glistening in his eyes, she knew he was at an emotional point and needed to regain his composure.

  “Nothing for you to be sorry for. All I have right now is hope that the doctors taking care of my mother know what the fuck they’re doing. They are supposed to be one of the best hospitals in Pittsburgh for this type of cancer, and we’ve done everything we possibly can to make sure they are giving her the best treatment. I know she’ll be fine, there’s no other choice.”

  They fell silent again as Mercy allowed his words to soak in.

  Bobby turned to look at her. Any previous sign of emotion was no longer visible. “Tell me why you’re still single? When we first met, I thought you were dating some guy named Derek?”

  Mercy didn’t really want to get into her past dating, but turnabout was fair game. Glancing at Bobby, she wondered how he would take her confession. Was it a confession? It was the closest thing to baring her soul, so yeah, pretty much. “I don’t have relationships.” At his raised eyebrows, she gave him a soft smile and continued. “Not the way you may be thinking. My past has been littered with bad decisions and a whole lot of regret. I decided it was time that I take back control, so I did. Derek wasn’t really a boyfriend. He was just a guy I was seeing at the time. When I had no more use for him, I broke things off. They’re only around if I want them to be. Or at least that’s how it had always been. Now I’m not so sure what I want to do.”

  “What does that mean?” Shifting his body, he began massaging her bare feet again. If he attempted to distract her and get her talking, it was working.

  “It means when we leave here, I’m not sure I want to go back to old patterns. Maybe I’m tired of the game. I’m not sure, but I know something has to change.” Mercy was hesitant to bring up seeing Bobby again, especially after his earlier statement. Making a fool of herself twice in one night was not her idea of a good time.

  “Mercy,” he began to speak, but she cut him off.

  “Let’s just focus on this week. This is our haven, our hideaway, where we don’t answer to anyone but ourselves. Questions and discussion about anything else beyond this right here can wait until another time.” Mercy pulled one of her feet from his hands and began rubbing it against the semi-hard flesh encased within a pair of basketball shorts. A seductive smile came over her face as she teased Bobby into a full erection. “The most important thing right now is that you and I are here, alone in this big empty cabin, and we have nothing but time on our hands. So, big guy. What are you going to do about it?”

  Mercy had learned avoidance with the best of them. Although her heart was hurting, and she wanted to ask Bobby if there was anything more for them after he left the cabin, she refused to put herself in a position of weakness. If that meant she had to hide her emotions behind the veil of sexuality, then she would. Hell, it was what she did best.

  “You’re playing with fire, Mercy.” Bobby shifted again, moving his hands along her bare legs reaching up under the long shirt she wore. “I haven’t had dessert tonight, but I see that you’re offering me up a different kind of treat.” His fingertips brushed against the lips of her pussy, and he licked his lips. “Show me.”

  Widening her legs, she watched as he maneuvered his large form into position. His face within inches of her glistening slit. His wet tongue took a long swipe of her pussy from front to back, and Mercy moaned. Nudging her legs wider with his shoulders, he placed a soft kiss at the top of her mound and gave her a wink.

  “This is exactly how I wanted to end the night.” Dipping his head, he flattened his wet appendage against her lower lips and moaned as her channel slickened even more.

  “Bobby,” she screamed passionately. Mercy knew this thing between her and Bobby was different than any relationship she’d had before. She only hoped she wasn’t broken into tiny pieces when it all ended.

  CHAPTER 8

  Me
rcy

  THE SOUND OF THE PHONE ringing woke Mercy much sooner than she wanted. The sun wasn’t even all the way up yet, and the sharp tone bolted her body up and awake. When she realized the sound was coming from Bobby’s phone, she nudged him. “Bobby, wake up. Someone’s calling you.”

  She could hear Bobby answer the call as he said hello. She tried to tune out his low voice, but she could hear the stress entering his tone. Sleep eluded her as she felt him get out of bed and tug on a pair of shorts.

  “Hold on one second. Let me go into the other room. No. Nothing important, I just want to grab some coffee for this conversation,” he said in a low voice.

  Mercy’s heart broke as she heard him dismiss the fact that she was in the room. She knew he didn’t mean anything by it, or at least she hoped that the case. All things considered, did she really want him to bring her into his life with everything he had going on? She tried to tell herself to get over it, to let it go, but she couldn’t. Every time she tried to pull away, he did something to bring her closer to him. And not just sex. Even though it was sometimes difficult to get him started, he told her things about him that she knew he didn’t share often. He made her feel that she was more than just some vacation pussy. Then he’d do something stupid, and she’d want to grab her shit and leave. But damn, the dick was so good. If only she could switch off her emotions. Separate sex from feelings, she’d be a much happier person. At least, that was the lie she told herself to help the pain go away faster.

  Mercy shifted the covers from her body and sat up. “Might as well get moving,” she mumbled to herself. She could hear Bobby’s voice coming from the living room area as he spoke to whoever it was that called him at 8 o’clock in the morning. Shaking her head, she told herself to stop being so petty. It more than likely had to do with his mother, so Mercy needed to get over herself. She gathered the items she would need for that day and laid them out on the bed before walking into the bathroom to start her daily routine.