Page 30 of Mercy
He grips her thigh as she sits there staring at me, regret reflecting in her gaze.
“Mercy, now. Let’s go.”
She pulls his hand from her leg, “I have to go, Shane. I’m sorry.”
His mouth opens as he stares at her. This is not what he was expecting, I’m sure. But relief floods me.
I take her by the hand and walk briskly through the bar, out to my car. Without a word, I open the door for her, and she gets in. As I sit in the driver's seat I put the car into drive, and my hands grip the steering wheel with white knuckle force. I speed out into the traffic heading home. The anger threatens to consume me, she let him put his mouth and hands all over her body. Maybe it’s my own fault after how I treated her, but I’m still filled with so much rage that I don’t know how to contain it. And it hits me like a fucking brick wall.
“Was this the first time?”
“What?” she responds but I know damn well she knows what I’m asking.
“Have you fucked him?” I bite.
Sighing she says, “No, Liam. I have not.”
She stares out the window with her body turned to the door giving me the silent treatment the rest of the way to my house.
I pull into my driveway after a stressful drive. You could cut the tension with a knife.
“Now what?” she asks, throwing her hands in the air.
“We’re going inside, let’s go.”
We walk in the front door together and she stands just inside the doorway with her arms folded across her chest. I close the door behind her.
“Why am I here, Liam?”
“Because I want you to be,” I said. And to be fucking punished for your behavior, I think to myself. I have never wanted to take a belt to a woman like I want to at this moment. The only reason I won’t is because the fear of losing her is far greater than my need to punish her.
She moves her hands to her sides in a rigid stance, balling her hands into fists. “What about what I want?” she asks, with unshed tears in her eyes.
My heart drops like an elevator that goes from the fiftieth floor straight to the first. She doesn’t want to be here with me. I was so consumed by what I wanted, I never gave it any thought. I never considered what she wanted, that I may no longer be it for her. Fuck. I may have really lost her. This might be it. She told me at the hospital that it was over, but I couldn’t accept it. I drove to that bar to claim what was mine, never even considering that she wanted nothing to do with me.
I move closer to her, leaving only inches between us, as I slide my hand into her hair and run my nose along her neck, she shivers. Fuck. Her scent does things to me that no other woman has. I place my lips on the shell of her ear as I whisper, “Baby girl, I want you more than you can imagine. But if you don’t want me, say the word, I’ll drive you back to your car.”
Her voice is shaky, “Liam, you know I want you. But nothing has changed. Nash is still your son and my best friend.”
I run my lips across her jaw to her mouth. “I don’t want to lose my son. But I don’t want to lose you either. I’m risking everything for you, knowing it’s a gamble worth taking. You’re worth the chance. You’re the first woman that left me unraveled without you. I need you.”
“Liam,” she says in a whisper.
I press my lips to hers softly. When she moans into my mouth, I lose my mind. I grab her face as I deepen our kiss. It’s a demanding, desperate, needy kiss. Never removing my lips from hers, I undo my pants and push them to my knees. Reaching up under her skirt, I grab hold of her panties, and rip them off her.
Pushing her against the door, I lift her, putting her legs over my forearms, holding her up as I plunge into her. A groan escapes from somewhere deep inside me. Feeling her again after over three months is everything I want. It has felt like a fucking eternity.
She wraps her legs around my waist and digs her nails into my shoulders through my shirt. “I need this shirt off of you, Liam.”
I groan with displeasure but take her off me and set her down. “Bedroom, now.”
She giggles as she practically runs to the bedroom.
I take my pants off at the door and remove my shirt before going into the bedroom.
When I walk into the room, I can’t believe my eyes. The most beautiful sight lies before me. She’s naked, on my bed with her legs spread, rubbing her clit with one hand and pinching a nipple with the other.
I stop in the doorway, admiring her. I could watch her do this all day long.
