Mercy F*uck (32 page)

“Want me to take the trash out?” Shane asks from the door.

“Yeah,” Axle says pulling me into his arms. “Oh and any cash you find on his person belongs to you for the trouble.”

“Nice!” Shane says approaching Mike and rolling him to his back where he proceeded to clean him out.

“It’s my wedding day!” Carrie says coming out to join us. With her hands on her hips she huffs, “Who’s he?”

Tagging my neck and giving me a squeeze, Axle replies, “Just some asshole from the past.”

“Lemme guess,” she says kneeling next to him and searching for the wallet Shane already pilfered. “He wanted to get in Drew’s pants.”

“Something like that,” I chuckle at the absurdity of the situation and the odds of that happening.

“Can’t blame him,” she shrugs standing up. “If I wasn’t a married woman I’d – ”

“Babe,” Tiny calls from the door. “No hitting on your boss.”

“And your maid of honor,” I felt like adding.

“You could let me get in a feelski as my wedding present,” she says openly staring at my rack.

“I gave you a gift, bridezilla, it’s called an
open bar.
”

“Fine,” she grunts heading for Tiny who ushers her back inside.

Suddenly pinned to the wall, Axle groans in my ear while I worked to free his cock, “Those heels, fuck. I could be in you if I just moved – ”

“Still here guys,” Shane calls out and we both stop our pre-wall-bang warm up. Not that Shane was home with us a lot due to school, work, and friends. But when he was we did a stellar job of, and I’m quoting the kid here;
burning my retinas and making my ears bleed
.

“Three words,” I say zipping him back up and adjusting my tits. “E-lope-ment.”

“One word,” he says raising my chin. “When?”

Tuning in to Axle was as automatic to me as breathing.

Knowing him as long as I had, I was certain that I knew every one of his expressions. 

But this was one I hadn’t seen before.

However, it was no less beautiful than the others because this Axle was…at peace.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I ask him, “Are you busy tomorrow?”

American Bad Ass by Kid Rock

My Girl by The Temptations

Killing In The Name by Rage Against The Machine

The Search Is Over by Survivor

Sorry by Justin Bieber

Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leppard

Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley

K.S. Adkins is a full-time everything. When I'm not wifing, mothering or being bossy, I'm reading, writing or shooting. A full-time realtor, lifelong Michigander and all around lover of all things guns and Detroit, I believe in freedom of foul language, gratuitous nudity, tattoos and mosh pits. I've recently taken up drinking wine and feel like I'm really making progress with it. I think my chances at finding a place within the Romance genre is 50/50, but I suck at numbers so what do I know?

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