Page 50 of Mercy
“Liam, what the hell? I’ll take a fucking cab!”
“Mercy? Why are you yelling?”
“You wanted me so fucking bad. You get me and now that you have me you don’t want me. I’m a fucking game to you. That’s it right?”
I spin and walk away from him as the clouds open and rain pours from the sky. It doesn’t deter me, I keep walking.
“Mercy,” he runs after me.
“No, I’m done.”
He puts his hands on my shoulders and spins me around, pushing me against the outside wall of the hospital, out of the rain.
“I want you just as much as I did before. I love you. Nothing has changed. I thought-”
“You thought what, Liam?” I ask breathlessly while my heart pounds.
“Damn it, I thought you wanted to go home. It’s been a long fucking day and I didn’t want to fight with you about this.”
He wraps his hands around my throat, “I fucking love you. This is not a game. I will want you every day, do not doubt me. Don’t create fucking issues where there are none. Of course, I still want you.”
“I’m sorry.”
Ghosting his lips over mine, he whispers, “I need you,” and presses his lips to mine as he wraps his hands around large sections of my drenched hair. He kisses me like I’m his entire world.
He moves his face to my neck and licks the rain from my skin.
“Liam. We probably shouldn’t be doing this in front of the hospital. There are cameras.”
“No, we shouldn’t, but I need you. Besides, Javiar will take care of it,” he trails his tongue between my breasts.
“Liam lets go. Before I don’t have a job. Your job is secure, mine is not.”
“Your job is secure. I won’t allow anyone to fuck with what’s mine,” he growls.
He pulls me to the car, and we get in quickly, getting out of the rain or to be alone quicker, I’m not sure which.
“How are you more beautiful, drenched?” He asks as he drives out of the parking lot.
I feign a serious expression, “I think you're a little biased, doctor.”
Reaching over, he strokes the inside of my thigh, glancing over at me.
I arch an eyebrow at him, “Eyes on the road, Dr. Lexington.”
“Fingers in the pussy, eyes on the road, got it,” he says with a chuckle.
I laugh, “That’s not exactly what I said.”
“It’s what you meant; I know you.”
He skates his fingers on the outside of my panties, rubbing my clit through the thin material.
“Do you remember the first time I finger fucked you in this car?”
“I remember,” I say, my cheeks flushed.
“Do you want to come, baby?”
