Page 39 of Mercy
We stand just inside the doorway with the door closed, he places his hands on my shoulders, “Baby girl, it will be okay. She’ll be upset at first maybe, but we have to do what’s best for her.”
I nod, “I know that. But it doesn’t make it any easier.”
He hands me her chart, and I open it to make the notes I need to make. Then, I do the one thing I don’t want to do. I walk over to the phone in the corner and place my call to CPS.
I hang up the phone, and tears run down my face. This poor little girl has been through cancer and chemo twice, abuse, and neglect. The more I find out, the more my heart breaks. So many bad things have happened to her, and still, she’s this pure soul with so much love to give. How does that happen? She should be angry and jaded, but she remains this happy, carefree little girl.
Liam comes up behind me, brushing my hair off the side of my neck, and presses his lips to my skin.
“You did the right thing, baby girl. I’m proud of you.”
I shiver under his lips.
“Liam,” I breathe. It almost sounds like a prayer. “I have to get back to Ivy,” I say.
“You have a few minutes,” he picks me up, carries me to the bed, and lays beside me.
Continuing his assault on my neck, he moans.
“Liam we shouldn’t. It’s just going to confuse things.”
He puts his hands in my hair on one side and pulls my head, forcing me to meet his gaze, “I’m not confused. I want to make you feel good. Be a good girl and come for Daddy.”
When he bites my bottom lip, I forget all of the reasons why I shouldn’t let him touch me.
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I tugher bottom lip with my teeth, and she moans as she grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls me closer, I release my teeth and press my lips to hers in a devouring kiss.
She pulls me on top of her as she moans, “Please, I need you.”
Fucking music to my ears. I’m no fool, I know this doesn’t mean we are together. But I’ll take whatever I can get from her. While we are in this bed, she’s mine.
I reach my hand under her skirt and rub her thigh with a needy, bruising touch as my mouth moves to her neck.
“Yes,” she cries out as I bite her hard but not hard enough to break the skin.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. Tell me what you need.”
“I need you,” she cries out, “Touch me, please.”
“Spread those beautiful thighs, baby girl.” I move her panties to the side and sink two fingers into her wet heat.
“Oh, such a good girl, so wet for me.”
I move my fingers in a come-hither motion, followed by my scissor move, knowing it’ll make her come quickly.
“Come on my fingers.”
“Yes! Oh my God. Daddy, yes!”
There is something this woman does to me. I’m not even worried about getting myself off. I want to spend forever making her feel good. I need to coax every ounce of pleasure from her gorgeous body. It’s an all-consuming desire. I’m blinded by my lust for this woman.
She arches her back as she screams my name. I’m sure people can hear her if they walk by the door, she seems to have forgotten we are in a hospital, but I don’t even care, there are no patients on this side, it’s all on call rooms and offices. Every sound she makes speaks to my soul, calling to me like the sin calls to the sinner.
I move down her body and place my head between her beautiful thighs. Her scent surrounds me, filling me with a feral urgency.
