Page 74 of Mercy
Shaking his head, he says, “I don’t dance. Ever.”
Hanging my head down in disappointment, I say, “Oh.”
“You should go spend time with your friends.”
I nod and walk away feeling deflated.
Taking my seat at the table, I sit by myself, feeling alone in this crowded room. Jessica and the other girls are still dancing. I hope whatever he has planned this weekend is better than this, because so far, this birthday fucking blows.
Twenty-Six
LIAM
I’ve never beenthe guy to dance anywhere, not in a bar trying to score, not even in the privacy of my home. It makes me uncomfortable. But as I sit here watching her seated at a booth by herself, at her fucking birthday party, while all of her friends ignore her, it motivates me. I can’t leave her looking miserable.
Walking up to her, I extend my hand, “Would you care to dance?”
Her gaze stops on my hand before moving up to my face, “You don’t have to, it’s okay.”
“Baby girl, I’m out of my comfort zone here, please don’t make me ask again. I don’t like repeating myself.” Leaning in closer, “Be a good girl for Daddy.”
She rises out of her seat, taking my hand, and we walk to the makeshift dance floor for the night. I pull her into my arms and place my hands just above her ass.
I whisper in her ear, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Resting her face against my chest, I spin her around, and she wraps her arms around my waist. I’m surprised because I don’t hate this. Although, any activity which leads to me touching her, would probably be something I’d like. She’s the cure for everything that ails me. One touch, and the entire world disappears.
I stop moving and cradle her face in my hands, tilting her head back slightly, and touch my lips to hers. She snakes her tongue into my mouth, making me hard as a rock.
Our kiss is slow and full of love until she pulls back and bites my lip. I kiss her again in a frenzy, craving more delicious friction. I grind my cock into her, completely forgetting where we are. I whisper in her ear, “I can’t wait to fuck that gorgeous cunt of yours. Are you going to let Daddy make you scream, baby girl?”
She swallows hard and nods, “Yes.”
Moving back to her ear I whisper, “Such a fucking good girl.” She takes my hand and pulls me from the dance floor back to the table.
Grabbing her purse she says, “Let’s go. I’m ready.”
I wait for her as she says goodbye to her friends. I notice that Jessica is the only one she hugs. She doesn’t seem very comfortable around the other girls.
When she comes back, I put my hand on the small of her back, and we walk out to my car.
She’s quiet on the drive to my house. After I park, and open her door, I ask, “Is everything okay?”
Her lips turn up into a soft smile, “Yes.”
“Let’s get you to bed, we have to leave early.”
As much as I wanted to fuck her, she does not seem like she’s in the mood for it now. There's sadness around my girl, so I’ll just hold her tonight. If she wants more, she’ll let me know.
We get ready for bed, and she climbs in beside me.
Kissing my chest she says, “No matter what Liam, know that I love you.”
Glancing down at her, I ask, “What is that supposed to mean?”
She kisses me again softly, “It means I love you.”
I run a hand through my hair, “I love you too.”
