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My erection now screaming.

My hands, though, held her away as she struggled to move forward. Placing her mouth against mine once again.

“Mercy,” I said, causing her eyes to lift to mine.

“Yeah,” she asked breathlessly.

Her hips started to move, her hot core rolling over my bare cock.

Something that I’d never,
ever
felt before.

I’d always, and I do mean always, worn a condom.

I never even chanced it, making sure my bare cock and its contents didn’t come anywhere near a vagina.

Which was why it wasn’t surprising that my cock jumped at the contact, primed and ready to go.

“Miller,” she groaned. “What is it?”

I looked into her eyes, seeing no trepidation. No hesitation. Only need. Want.
Necessity
.

Collapsing my arms until she rested fully on top of me, her pretty nipples digging deliciously into my chest, I let her have me.

I laid back, crossing my arms until my hands rested underneath my head.

She smiled, leaning forward to drag her turgid peaks against the hair of my chest, running them back and forth deliciously slow.

Then she moved up, reaching back until she had my rock hard cock in her hand.

With a slow, delicious movement, she placed the head of my cock against her slick entrance, and slowly sat back.

My length slid inside of her.

Her eyes widened, but she didn’t stop, only pushed down, more and more, until I was seated fully inside. My cock was stretching the walls of her pussy so wide that I was sure it had to be uncomfortable.

But she didn’t have any discomfort showing on her face, only pleasure.

Her eyes dilated, and her hands came down to sit on my chest as she started rocking her hips back and forth.

Undulating on top of me, making her clenching core seem to massage my dick as she moved.

She didn’t so much lift off of me as grind, allowing the head of my cock to hit the back of her, filling her so far that I had to grit my teeth at the realization that she was made perfectly for me.

“Oh, God,” I groaned.

It took everything I had not to reverse our positions, throw her onto her back and force her to take my cock as I rode her hard and fast.

She didn’t need that, though. Not this first time.

Hell, probably not anytime soon.
If ever.

“You feel so good,” she breathed. “I didn’t know it could be like this.”

I licked my lips. “Kiss me.”

She leaned down, forcing my cock further inside of her as she gave me the kiss that I asked for.

It was sweet, something that I wasn’t used to having.

Something that I planned to never give up because I found that I liked her brand of sweet.

When she went to pull away, I leaned forward and captured one of her nipples with my mouth, doing a half crunch as she rode me now for real.

Faster and faster until I was sure if she didn’t hurry up and come, I was going to blow without her.

But she came through, leaning back suddenly so my cock tunneled in, hitting a different part of her, and ripping her nipple from my sucking mouth in the process.

She didn’t seem to notice any pain, though, she was too busy clamping her pussy down onto my cock, causing my eyes to cross as I joined her.

My release poured out of me, shooting into her like I’d never felt before.

The wetness of her pussy, and the feeling of her muscles proved too much for my senses. I poured everything I had out of me and into her in short, jerky bursts.

“Unhhh,” I grunted, bucking my hips as she rode me through both of our orgasms.

She collapsed onto me, my cock still jerking in the aftermath, as we both breathed hard.

“I liked it,” she whispered softly.

I snorted out a laugh. “Yeah, I liked it too. A lot.”

She kissed my jaw but didn’t move any more than that, and I found myself not wanting to either.

Here I was happy, and we could act like the real world didn’t exist.

All that was here was Mercy and Me. My Mercy Me.

I like three things.

1. Tattoos

2. Men

3. Beards

If you have all three of those things…we can get married Tuesday

-Secret thoughts of Mercy

Mercy

My face burned as I thought about how I’d just practically went all dom-woman on Miller.

First,
I’d practically forced him to have sex with me. Then I’d mauled him, attacking him like I was a woman possessed.
Then I made him go home.

What the
fuck
was I thinking?

The bad part was that he’d actually
left
!

Here I sat by myself, fifteen minutes later, wondering what the hell I’d just done, my mind still in a fog.

He’d disappeared out the front door without a backwards glance, and I still sat on the floor beside the couch…his juices combined with mine, leaking out of me, wishing he’d come back.

Just when my mind started to drift towards a place where it really didn’t need to be, keys started jingling near the front door, and then it was thrown wide open.

I managed to snag a pillow off the couch and cover the majority of my body when Miller strode right back in, his arms filled with drinks and food.

“I hope you like hamburgers, because I’m fuckin’ starving. My brother ate all my Captain Crunch this morning, and we’ve been running around all afternoon long. I haven’t eaten since sometime last night,” Miller said as he sat the stuff on the coffee table directly in front of me.

“Not that I don’t like looking at you naked, but you might drip into some questionable places, and I’d have to come over there and lick it off. Then I wouldn’t be eating like I really need to be. I can feel my blood sugar dropping as we speak,” Miller teased as he started pulling out packages.

I watched as he sat a cup, literally a fucking paper cup, full of fries down in front of me. Followed shortly by the world’s largest burger.

“What did you get me?” I asked with wide eyes as I poked at the massive mountain of foil.

“Burger with cheese. Lettuce and tomato,” Miller said around an enormous bite of food.

I shook my head and started unwrapping the burger.

It smelled divine, but I couldn’t help but freak out a little.

He was acting so normal. Like something monumental hadn’t just happened.

Like I hadn’t just had the best orgasm of my life…the first time I’d had sex after being…I squeezed my eyes tightly shut at that thought.

I didn’t want to bring Mitch
into this. He had no place in my thoughts anymore. Not ever again.

Except I couldn’t make my heart collaborate with my head. I had tons of reasons I shouldn’t be thinking about
Mitch
right now. First and foremost, because I didn’t like him. Second, because I’d just had the best sex of my life. Third, because I was pretty positive that I was going to get to do it again if the look in Miller’s eyes were an
ything to go by.

His eyes hadn’t moved from above my chin the entire time we’d been eating. He’d been staring at my boobs, my belly, and anything he could see over the coffee table.

“You’re thinking too hard. Just let it be,” Miller said, placing his hamburger down and looking at me with sincerity as he said it.

I swallowed hard.

Then my mouth sort of spewed its contents in a massive word vomit.

“I like you. I like you a lot. I want to have sex again, and I want to do it soon. But I feel like I shouldn’t have liked it. I feel like I should be in a corner right now, crying my eyes out because I just had sex for the first time since I
was raped. I could be pregnant right now, and you offering me a hamburger instead of thinking this was
earth-shattering, is just crazy to me,” I spilled.

Everything I was feeling right then was poured out of me and straight into his ear.

He raised his eyes in surprise at me for
being so open and honest. “I know you don’t feel that you should’ve enjoyed it…but so the fuck what if you did? Every woman isn’t the same. Yes, what happened to you was traumatizing. And yes
, it was tragic…but you don’t have to wallow in your tears to have grieved over what was taken from you. You did that already, and you’ve had the support of your friends. You didn’t like the situation that you were in, so you fixed it. Granted, it was a little unorthodox asking that of me, but I was more than willing. If I wasn’t, then I would’ve told you so. I was mostly worried about you. Don’t beat yourself up, and just let it go.”

I found myself smiling at him. “Isn’t that a children’s song?”

“What? Don’t beat yourself up?”
He asked in confusion.

I shook my head. “No, let it go.”

He shrugged. “Who the fuck knows that? I don’t have any kids.”

The unspoken ‘yet’ hung in the air as we started at each other with wide eyes.

I opened my mouth and closed it again, unsure of what the hell to say.

In the end, I decided to eat my burger and find the offer funny.

Nobody could say that Miller wasn’t an honest guy.

“What do you usually get on your burger?” He rumbled, watching me bite into the tasty treat.

I pointed with my free hand at the burger. “This,” I said around a mouthful of food.

“I usually get chili-cheese fries and a milkshake for my sides, though.”

He raised his brows at me. “Now you’re speaking my language!”

I cracked a smile and continued eating, grabbing the million ketchup packets and tearing each individual one open before I started smothering my fries in them.

“That looks gross, though,” he said, eyeing the way that the ketchup drenched the top of my fries. Not a single white space was left.

I shrugged. “I’m a ketchup person.”

He snorted. “That,
I can tell. I bet you put ketchup on your eggs, too.”

I grinned around a mouthful of burger and reached for the plastic fork in the bag.

“I put ketchup on everything. Even my ham and cheese sandwiches.”

He made a fake gagging gesture and shoved twelve fries in his mouth.

“Have you thought about when you’re going back to work?” H
HH
e asked curiously.

I nodded. “I don’t actually ‘work.’ I supervise. I call around, pay bills, collect payments. Which I’ve been doing from underneath my comforter since…,” I hesitated and grimaced, but he nodded in understanding.

“That’s kind of cool, what you’re doing. How did you get that up and started?”
He questioned, taking a sip of his drink.

I eyed my to-go cup, but took a drink anyway, trusting him.

He’d spent a lot of time with me in the last week, and knew exactly what I liked.

I smiled when I tasted not one, but four drinks. “You got me a suicide?”

He nodded. “I felt like a dork getting a little bit of every drink they had, but it was fun. I don’t see how you mix all those carbonated drinks, though.”

I shrugged. “YOLO.”

He turned his head in confusion. “YOLO?”

“You know, YOLO? You only live once? The song?” I confirmed.

He shook his head with exaggerated slowness.

“Not a fuckin’ clue,” h
e said with wide eyes. “Then again, if it’s pop or R&B, I don’t listen to it. I’m more of a classic rock kind of man.
I only listen to it when I’m working out and lifting weights.
There’s a certain ‘tone’ one should set while doing that. It should get your adrenaline pumping. Not make me want to be a girl.”

I stuck my tongue out at him and he laughed at my reaction.

“You’re horrible,” he muttered.

I shrugged. “Do you want to watch a movie?”

He shook his head. “Nope. I want to play some cards.”

I leaned forward, my bare breast touching the cool wood of the coffee table, causing me to shrink back in surprise.

“Shit,” I hissed.

“Out of curiosity, why aren’t you dressed yet? I was gone for nearly twenty minutes,” he asked as he finished the last of his fries.

I blinked, wondering how I should tell him that I’d been wallowing over the fact that he’d left me.

“Umm,” I said. “I was…ummmm.”

He grinned.

“You thought I’d left, so you were laying there in a depression?” He offered playfully.

“More like I was trying to think of ways to torture you for leaving without a backwards glance,” I said dryly. “You’re saying I couldn’t do a thing to you to torture you?”

He shook his head. “I’m a SEAL, baby. You can’t do anything to me that I haven’t experienced before.”

I launched myself at him.

Challenge accepted.

We laid there in silence for a few moments, both of us allowing our heart rates to return to normal before either one of us moved.

I was now wearing Miller’s button up shirt, and he was tickled to death. Or so he said.

I’d worked up quite a sweat trying to convince him that I could torture him to death with tickles. But it’d worked differently than I’d expected. He’d started laughing at my inability to tickle him, and I’d taken it upon myself to prove to him that he was ticklish
somewhere
.

In the end, it’d been his laughing at my failed attempts that got him.

“Do you think you’re pregnant?” He rumbled quietly.

The sweat on my skin was cooling rapidly, and goose bumps started to roll over my skin.

Was it bad that I
wanted
to be pregnant with his child?

I’d always wanted to be a mother.

In fact, when I’d originally entered the relationship with Mitch, I’d been thinking about that going into it.

My biological clock had been ticking, and at the age of twenty nine, it was time, at least, in my opinion
.
I was ready to be a mother.

That’d been why I’d chosen Mitch.

He was stable relationship material.

Everything I thought I’d wanted.

What I hadn’t realized, though, was that I would be placing myself with a man that wasn’t mentally stable.