No Mercy: An Everyday Heroes World Novel (The Everyday Heroes World)

by D. M. Davis

  I don’t know how I’ve managed to keep my tears at bay, but I can hardly hold them back on my next words. “I need to tell you something.”

  My heart drops at the sight of her unfettered tears and the fear in her eyes. “Can we get off the floor?”

  That gets me a sniffled chuckle. “Not until I tell you what I need to.”

  God, she’s scaring the hell out of me. “Tell me. Rip off the band-aid.”

  She worries her bottom lip, and I can’t help but dislodge it with my thumb.

  Leaning in, I whisper across her freed lip, “It’s okay, Angel. You can tell me anything.”

  She keeps shaking her head, and when a sob escapes, my fear shoots sky-high.

  Is she sick? Fuck. What will I do without her? “Please, baby, spit it out. What are you so afraid of?”

  Her face morphs into an ugly cry, only my Angel doesn’t look ugly at all. Her gaze meets mine, and my gut clenches, waiting for her to say what she’s so afraid to. “That you’ll leave me again,” she finally confesses.

  Fuck. Relief floods me. “I’m not going anywhere. There’s nothing you can tell me that will make me walk away. Nothing. Ever.” I kiss her forehead and breathe in her familiar vanilla scent. It’s intoxicating and smells like home. “You hear me?”

  She nods.

  “Tell me,” I encourage with a squeeze of her hands.

  Her mouth opens, then closes. She takes a big, cleansing breath and shakes her shoulders and head, releasing the tension. “Gabriel.”

  “Yeah, Angel?” I can’t stop my smile at hearing my name on her lips. It’s been too long.

  “When you left, you didn’t leave me completely. You left something behind.”

  What? “No riddles. Not now. Plain. Short sentences only.”

  She takes my hand and places it on her stomach. As the words, “I’m pregnant,” pass her lips, I feel the swell of her abdomen, and the same thought leaves my mouth and whispers across her admission, “You’re pregnant.”

  “Yes,” she answers what I already knew.

  My eyes take her in with a different sight. Open and aware, I now see her face is a little rounder. Her eyes, tired. Her breasts, fuller. I scan lower and see hips widening to accommodate my child growing within, and under my hand, I feel her belly’s tautness as it expands.

  “Holy fuck.” I sweep her into my arms and set her on the edge of the couch, urging her back so her head rests against the cushions. I push her t-shirt up and her yoga pants down so I can get a good look at what our love has done to my Angel.

  “Gabriel?” She’s hesitant and afraid.

  “Shh.” I kiss her lips. “Give me a minute.”

  When I can’t see enough, I hoist her into my arms and bound up the stairs to my bedroom. I don’t know where Rowdy is, but I’ll be damned if I’ll let him see her in the state of undress I’m aiming for.

  Locking the door behind me and flipping on the light, I set my precious cargo in the middle of the bed. She eyes me cautiously, still trying to figure out my frame of mind.

  When I’m done, she’ll have no doubts about me or our future.

  Stripping her till she’s in only her bra and panties, I take in the sight of her. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Angel.”

  She blushes and sucks in a breath when I kiss up her leg while crawling up her body till I’m hovered over her baby belly that’s more noticeable now that she’s flat on her back. It’s not much, but it’s definitely not the way she looked when I left her two months ago. I did this to her. Our love did this.

  I settle between her thighs and press my mouth to the swell above the top of her panties. I’m so close to heaven, but all I can see is my baby. Our baby. I close my eyes. My hands cradle our baby and place tender kisses from side to side. I say a silent prayer for the health of our child and my woman, let nothing I do cause my Angel another moment of pain.

  With moisture clouding my vision, I look up to find her watching me in awe, her tears running free. “I’m devastated in the most profound way that we’ve been granted this gift—you’ve given me this gift. I’ve hurt you so deeply over the years, and I’m so fucking sorry, Frankie.” I move up her body to settle at her side, wrapping her in my arms. “I’m all in, Angel. I’m all yours if you’ll have me.”

  Have him? Does he not know me? He offered himself up on a platter, granting me every wish I ever had for myself, except it’s a hundred times better because it’s with him. My bobblehead in full motion, my lips pressed together to sequester a sob, all I can do is give him my eyes and hope he can see the truth.

  His smile is warm and indulgent as he presses closer, nuzzling into my neck. “I’ve missed you, Angel.” His hand skims my waist and up to my breast, squeezing ever so lightly.

  My head swims with the idea of having him inside me again, and my hormones have me pressing into him, racing for the finish line before we’ve even begun. With a hand on his arm, I pull him closer till he’s nearly lying on top of me. “I haven’t—” I shake my head in embarrassment—“since you’ve been gone.”

  His heated gaze searches for my meaning. “You haven’t had sex?”

  I shake my head. “No, but that’s not what I meant.”

  He scans my body pressed into him, his thumb running across my sensitive, beaded nipple through my bra. “Haven’t come?” His gruff tone is making me wet.

  “Uh-uh, but God, I want to.” Need to.

  His tender reverence as he takes me in and absorbs the idea of me abstaining in his absence brings a tender smile to his lips. “Fuck,” he whispers against my lips, a soft press before he pulls back. “Let’s remedy your ache.”

  “Yes,” I mumble into his mouth as his lips return to mine.

  It’s a slow kiss, with an undercurrent of unrequited desire that’s been building for months. As I’m about to break free of the riptide, he breaks our kiss instead. “I haven’t been with anyone either, Frankie. I couldn’t—didn’t want anyone but you. Only ever you.”

  His confession has a moan escaping as I sink my fingers into his hair. Our lips meet in desperation, a clash of forces coming together—like the universe becoming one again. With a little prodding from me, his caress roams lower, my hips guiding him as I tremble with need.

  His tongue breaches my lips as his hand deftly slips below my panties. He groans when he finds my want more than apparent by the moisture coating my needful place. His string of curse words and dirty promises has me begging for mercy by the time he slips his fingers inside me, pulverizing any ideas I had about surviving without this man in my life, by my side, over me, inside me.

  “Unhook your bra. I need my mouth on your tits,” he hurriedly commands, not releasing my mouth or slowing the thrusting of his fingers when I arch up to reach the clasp at my back. Once freed, his heated gaze blazes a trail over my breasts. “Fuck, Angel.” He locks on me. “I don’t know how knocking you up made your tits any more glorious, but fuck if they aren’t.”

  I don’t get a chance to respond before his mouth is on them, kissing, licking, sucking. “Oh, God.” I nearly come when he pulls my nipple in deep and teases it with his teeth.

  “Not God, Angel. Remember?”

  How could I forget? “Gabriel.”

  “That’s right. Only me. Ever. Only. Me.”

  This man and his words, his touch, his passion. I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.

  “Not yet, Angel, but I’m working on it,” he answers what I didn’t mean to voice.

  His mouth teases my breasts as his fingers bring me closer and closer to the edge, but when he whispers against my mouth, “I need to be inside you,” I come so hard I swear moisture pours out of me, and my cries deafen my hearing, leaving me shaking and crying with relief in the arms of the man I love.

  I love him.

  I haven’t told him. Somewhere deep inside, I fear this is all a dream, and he’ll come to his senses and remember he doesn’t want a happily ever after with me. The high from the blessedly overwhelmin
g orgasm he just gave me fades with my reality check.

  When a man shows he has no mercy, you should believe him.

  Standing to get naked, I watch my Angel go from pure bliss to saddened certainty of whatever her inner voice is telling her. Barefoot, shirtless and my jeans undone, I lean over her, hands planted on either side of her head. “Don’t listen to your doubts, Angel.” Her shocked expression has me grinning. “I know you. I know the men in your life always let you down in a big way.” I sit on the edge of the bed, running a hand down her body to rest on our baby. “I know I’ve fallen in that piece-of-shit category, but not anymore.” Our eyes meet when I look up from where my hand rests. “I love you, Frankie. I always have. I pushed you away with my asshole ways to save you from my broken ass.” I shake my head, knowing I need to lay it all out there. “But I also kept myself from you out of fear. You represent all the things I was afraid to want. Like yours, my father was a…” I don’t really want to get into his sins. “I don’t know anything about being a father or a husband, but I’m willing to give it my all with you. Not only because you want it, but because I want it too.”

  “What if you change your mind?”

  “Not happening. You know once I commit, I don’t give up.”

  “Black or white.”

  I press my smile to her unconvinced lips. “I’m looking forward to exploring the gray with you.” Nose to nose, our eyes lock, and the love I have for her soothes that ache in my chest I always felt when she was around. “I came back for you, Angel. I didn’t know about the baby, but now that I do, I’m still here for you. The baby is a bonus, not the prize. You are my prize, my grand championship title win, my now, my tomorrow, my forever after.”

  Her worried eyes glisten with new hope, and a smile spreads across her lips, lighting her up. “I love you, Gabriel.”

  Jesus, fuck. I gasp and squeeze my eyes shut, never expecting those words to carry such a punch.

  I’m tense and shaking, reeling from the words I never thought I’d hear when a soft hand caresses my cheek and warm lips press to mine. “I love you.” Kiss. “I love you.” Kiss with a slide of her tongue teasing my lips. My tension fades and my cock returns to life. “I love you.”

  Her hands grip my shoulder, demanding I reduce the space between us, so I do. Her mouth is back on mine, coaxing mine open, where she breathes into me, “I love you, Gabriel Stone. You may have shown me no mercy all those years you were trying to keep me away. But now that I have you, I’m going to love you with no mercy.” She kisses me hard and deep, forcing her words down my throat, and I groan, gripping her tight and kissing her just as intensely.

  Though I’m panting and ready to fuck her into tomorrow, she pulls back. “You hear me?”

  Her stealing my line makes me chuckle. “Yeah, Angel, I hear ya.”

  Finally naked, I carefully situate myself between her legs, my weight braced on my forearms bracketing her shoulders, her head captured in my hands. I kiss her slow and easy, taking my time. I wanted to fuck her. Now, I want to make love to her with the soundtrack of her confession of love echoing in my head.

  When she’s squirming, begging me with her body and plaintive cries, I enter her gradually, inch by inch.

  “More, Gabriel,” she pleads.

  “I want to love you, Angel.” I kiss along her jaw, flexing my hips, casually going deeper each time.

  She grips my ass and tightens her legs around my hips. “Love me next time. Fuck me now.”

  We lock eyes. “You sure?”

  “Yes, I’ve missed you. I need you to show me you missed me too.”

  Her words hit me hard. She needs my passion, my pain, my longing for her, my wanting to love her so hard she can’t walk for a week. “But the baby?”

  “Survived a fall down the stairs. He’s good.”

  “He?”

  She shrugs. “Or she.”

  She? A girl? The weight of being a father to a girl seems so much heavier than a boy. I know boys. Girls? They hold the mysteries of the world. What would I teach a girl? To stay the fuck away from boys.

  “Gabriel?”

  “Yeah, Angel.”

  “Fucking, remember?”

  “Yeah, baby, I remember.” I put my thoughts of fatherhood aside and take the time to appreciate how my Angel’s body has changed.

  Sitting up, I pull her legs over my thighs, raising her ass off the bed, giving me a perfect view of her fuller tits as they bounce and the shape of her hips as they accommodate the life hiding within. I thrust harder, the idea of getting her pregnant again driving me deeper each time.

  I grip her tits and squeeze her nipples, teasing and twisting. She nearly bows off the bed with a, “Yes!”

  I swear I’ve never been this hard or this turned on. The idea of being inside her fueled every jerk-off session for the past five years—including the last two months, but the reality of feeling her wet, tight heat around me again has me ready to explode. I pound in deep with a swivel, making her mewl my name.

  She braces her hands against the headboard, giving her leverage to push back with every thrust. She fights to keep her eyes open and locked on me. Her mouth, open with streams of sighs and moans, feeds my hunger. With one hand playing her tits like a master craftsman, I slide the other one down, dipping it low to wet my thumb with her juices. The feel of her excitement makes my spine tingle with the need to come.

  Fuck, not yet.

  Rubbing my moistened thumb over her clit has a stream of cuss words flying out of my girl’s mouth. I’d smile if it wasn’t so fucking hot hearing my Angel be so dirty.

  “You gonna come for me?”

  “Mm-hmm.”

  I sacrifice the feel of her tits to brace myself as I lean forward, my thumb still rubbing her into a frenzy. I need her mouth when she comes. But first I need her eyes and ears on me. “I’m gonna love you like this every day of my life, Angel. Deep and hard, or slow and easy. You’re gonna know you’re my one and only. Ever only you. Every. Fucking. Day.”

  “Gabriel!” Her face contorts, letting out a scream as she squeezes me and comes, her entire body racked with convulsions.

  She doesn’t let up. I start moving again, chasing my own release but rubbing her clit to keep her gripping me like she never wants to let me go.

  Never let me go, Frankie Angel.

  A few more strokes and I burrow in deep, barking out my own release to the heavens as she comes again, crying and clenching me so fucking tight.

  “Love you so fucking much,” I whisper in her ear as I catch my breath, resting my head on her shoulder, careful not to put my weight on her or the baby.

  “Forever.” Her whispered reply has my eyes glistening and my cock twitching.

  “Forever fucking after.”

  I’d like to tell you I won my fight, but the truth is, I have no intention of leaving this bed to actually make my fight. Killer González will win by default. And I’m perfectly fine with that. I have my Angel back, and no championship title could ever come close to beating that. I may hang up my gloves forever. The fire to fight has been diminished by the love of my girl.

  Who would have ever thought a devilish beast like me could be tamed by an angel?

  As if on cue, sleeping beauty stretches next to me, her tits slipping into view as the covers lower. My cock hardens, remembering the feel of her wrapped tightly around me. Blinking awake from a cat nap, she smiles when she notices me watching her—lusting after her. “What time does your plane leave?”

  “There’s no plane.” A steam train couldn’t drag me away from my Angel.

  Her eyes narrow as she tries to find meaning behind my words. “You’re planning on driving? It’s too far. You’ll be exhausted by the time we get there and in no condition to fight.”

  We? Love that so much. I prop up on my elbow and kiss a nipple that’s begging for attention.

  “Hey.” She plants a palm on my shoulder and pushes me away, frowning and pulling the sheets up to her neck. “Talk,
Big Man.”

  Big Man. Her love name for me she barely got to use before we broke up makes me smile and my healing heart leap. “I’m not leaving you. I don’t give a shit about winning the title when I just got you back.”

  “Who says you have to leave me? I’m going with you.”

  “No, you’re not. You’re staying right here—in bed, with me—where I can love you, feed you, and watch our baby grow inside you.”

  “The things you say…” Her eyes water.

  “Hey… Hey.” I pull her close. I can’t tell her not to cry, I know her hormones are running rampant. And hell, if I haven’t given her enough mean words to last her a lifetime, getting used to me being kind is gonna take a while, I suppose. “Besides, you’re in no shape to travel by plane or otherwise.”

  She rears back, looking at me like I’m crazy. “Says who?”

  “Really? My pregnant woman who was puking up her guts a few hours ago says.”

  “Pfft.” She dismisses my concerns with a wave of her hand. “I hadn’t eaten.”

  I study her, not following the correlation.

  She pats my chest and sits up against the headboard, tucking the covers below her arms. Darn it. “I guess you’ve never been around pregnant women, huh?”

  “And you have?” I laugh, joining her, side by side.

  “Point taken. But as a pregnant woman, let me tell you a few things.” She starts counting on her fingers. “One: pregnant women throw up. Usually when they’ve waited too long to eat, or a smell turns our stomachs, or…”—she shrugs—“Honestly, sometimes I turn my head too quick, and it makes me nauseated. Two: I’m hungry all the time. Three: My nipples are sensitive as fuck, which leads me to four: I’m horny.” She touches my leg, squeezing hard. “Like, all the damn time.”

  “The last three sound amazing.” I’m sure I have a stupid smile on my face.

  “Yeah, well, it also comes with the need to pee more than I drink, heartburn strong enough to burn down a city, and mood swings that have me crying or laughing so hard I pee my pants—so there’s a lot of fluid either way.”