Lunchtime Chronicles: A Yummy Sub

by Olivia Gaines

  Mercy shook her head at the picture forming in her head. It wasn’t that she was jealous of her friend. She wasn’t. If anyone deserved some happiness, it was Joy. Joy would be the first to admit how much she’d lucked out when she’d captured Kane.

  Laughing at the thought, Mercy began to think she needed to try out N2U, the dating site Joy met Kane on. Then again, Kane had done some underhanded shit to meet her friend and pretended to be someone he wasn’t. Sorta, but not really. It was still somewhat confusing to Mercy but if they liked it, then she loved it.

  No, she didn’t need any of the drama that came with relationships. She’d stick with her Dicks-On-Call, the men she relied on whenever she had an itch to satisfy. When she reached out to one of her boy-toys for a booty-call, they’d better fucking answer. If they didn’t, she wouldn’t call again.

  That was all she needed to keep her life right. A good job that paid her a lot of money. Great friends she could lean on when times were tough. Amazing dick when she wanted to fuck. If she had those three things, then her life was good.

  Opening the door to the large cabin, she walked inside and stood in the open foyer. Turning in a circle, she smiled and whooped at the sight in front of her. “Holy fuck! That’s what I’m talking about. Kane, my man, this is how you do it!” Placing the food down at the door entrance, she did a little shimmy.

  Laughing with glee, she quickly ran outside and grabbed her remaining bags. Closing the front door, she took off her jacket and began walking around the huge structure. The front of the house boasted three floor-to-ceiling length windows that looked out at the wide expanse of the lush green yard, tall trees, and mountains. Once full winter hit, she knew this place would be covered in a blanket of snow. Maybe she arrived too soon. She’d have to ask Kane if this place was available later in the year.

  Walking deeper into the home, she stood at the entry to the large kitchen. Bright sunlight streamed through windows over the stove, and glass doors opened onto the wraparound deck that covered three sides of the cabin. Giving a loud squeal, she turned quickly and ran down the hallway to the bedrooms. Three very sizable master bedrooms, to be exact. Each room had its own bathroom with a deep soaking tub and a separate shower. This place was perfect.

  Mercy snagged the bedroom at the end of the hallway before putting her clothes away. Taking a shower in the enormous bathroom inside the room, she tried to wash away all the stress that had been holding her hostage lately. Long hours at work, her widowed mom dating again, and that niggling feeling in the back of her mind that her life wasn’t moving in its intended direction.

  At one point, she and Joy were on the same path. Career-focused, independent, successful, and simply living life as single women. Although they still saw each other often, things had changed. The secret smiles and soft touches she noticed between Joy and Kane made her heart twist with jolts of pain. Mercy was genuinely happy for her friend—she was—but that didn’t stop the pang of need that flowed through her at the picture of happiness they portrayed.

  “Fuck this,” she murmured. She was expending too much energy thinking about somebody else’s love life when she needed to focus on hers. Running her soft hands down her wet, soapy body, she used her thumb and forefinger to pinch one nipple. The pain of the action wrung a moan of pleasure from her lips. Her other hand traveled down her semi-flat stomach to her neatly trimmed pussy. The digits sliding up and down her slick folds as the water cascaded over her body. Rubbing harder, she focused on the swollen flesh of her clit. Conveniently for her, the shower had small corner foot pedestal. After positioning her foot, she allowed her fingers to continue playing with her honeypot. Her moans got louder with each touch, her leg began shaking as she felt her release building, and she fell deeper into the fantasy rolling around in her head. She tried to conjure up a visual of her latest boy-toy, but despite doing her best to bring forth his face, she couldn’t do it. Forcing it didn’t work, so she rubbed harder, her hips thrusting against her hand.

  “Relax, girl. Just let it go,” she whispered. Taking a deep breath, she let the tension in her body go and forgot about trying to force the visual in her mind. Let her mind take her where she wanted to go... And oh boy, did it surprise her. Instead of her most recent lover, an unexpected face appeared. Her gasp was loud within the confines of the small room. Steam billowed all around as her body slickened even more and her stomach clenched in desire. The picture was so clear, it was like a motion picture playing in her mind.

  Blond hair. Broad shoulders. Green eyes. Rugged face. Wicked smile.

  Bobby Cooke.

  She’d spent a lot of time with him lately since he was Kane’s best friend, therefore, he was always around the new couple. His deep, gravelly voice did something to her each time they were in each other’s presence. She’d even caught him staring at her a few times, but he always played it off or looked away when she captured his gaze.

  Goddamn, Bobby Cooke. The man her heart knew she shouldn’t want, but her mind and body were in virulent disagreement. Because when she spiraled into her orgasm, it was his name she called out into the silence.

  THREE DAYS LATER, MERCY was in full relaxation mode. Although she brought a few outfits to wear into town when she needed to go shopping or for emergencies, her regular attire for this entire vacation consisted of long t-shirts, sweaters, yoga pants, or sweats, and a few pairs of shorts as she lay reading in front of the blazing fireplace.

  Sipping on a cup of hot cocoa, she couldn’t believe how relaxed she was. Admittedly, since that first day in the shower, when she needed to release tension, the best way to get her body primed and ready was to think about Bobby. For whatever reason, just the thought of that mean ass motherfucker pounding the shit out of her pussy could make her shake and quiver in orgasmic release. “Mmmmm, I wonder if he knows how to throw it down in the bedroom?” Yeah, she was talking to herself but since no one was there to listen, she could say whatever she wanted. Laughing at the picture she presented, Mercy opened her e-reader and settled in with the newest book from one of her favorite authors.

  Maybe she’d call Joy later and check in on the holiday wedding plans. Mercy was supposed to be helping her with everything, but this vacation was too precious to put off any longer. She still needed to ask Kane whose place this was. He’d already told her it wasn’t his, but since he had such easy access to this place, she needed to find out who owned it. She’d want to use this place again, and maybe it was best to go through the actual owner next time.

  A couple hours into the book and she was feeling horny as fuck. Placing the reading device on the table, she trailed her hand down and inside her yoga pants, she moaned in ecstasy as her fingers breached her wet pussy. On cue, a visual of Bobby’s blond head between her thighs had her writhing and moaning in ecstasy. Hoisting one leg over the back of the couch, she rolled her hips as she sought another mind-blowing release. The feeling was so good, but she tried to extend it for as long as she could. It was too much.

  “Fuck. Yes, Bobby. Right there, baby. Oh, fuck!” Her body seized and her channel clenched around her wet fingers pumping in and out her dripping pussy. Eyes closed, she bit her bottom lip, moaning and whimpering as her orgasm rushed through her body. “Oh fuck. Damn, even the fantasy Bobby Cooke is a damn beast.” After a few moments, she opened her eyes and shifted her body to bring her leg down. “Fuck, that was good.”

  “I’ll say,” a deep voice interjected.

  Mercy’s loud scream split the air. She jumped off the couch, pussy juice still shining on her fingers, and got into a fighting stance. She hadn’t taken five years of self-defense and Muay Thai classes for nothing.

  “Calm down, Mercy.”

  What. The. Fuck.

  Her vision cleared and the fear slowly drained from her body, only to be placed by another intense emotion.

  Embarrassment.

  “Bobby?”

  Kill. Me. Now.

  The End

  About Olivia Gaines

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sp; OLIVIA IS A USA TODAY Best Selling and multiple award-winning author who loves a good laugh coupled with some steam, mixed in with a man and woman finding their way past the words of “I love you.” An author of contemporary romances, she writes heartwarming stories of blossoming relationships about couples not only falling in love but building a life after the sensual love scene.

  2015 Swirl Award Winner, Best Erotic Romance, Thursdays in Savannah.

  2017 IRAE Award Winner, Best Contemporary Romance, Wyoming Nights

  2019 IRAE Award Winner, Favorite Series, The Men of Endurance

  2019 IRAE Award Winner, Reader's Choice Award

  2019 Nominee, Top Female Authors, The AuthorShow.com

  When Olivia is not writing, she enjoys quilting, playing Scrabble online against other word lovers and spending time with her family. She is an avid world traveler who writes many of the locations into her stories. Most of the time she can be found sitting quietly with pen and paper plotting more adventures in love.

  Olivia lives in Hephzibah, Georgia with her husband, son, grandson and snotty evil cat, Katness Evermean.

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