Mercy (Sin City Outlaws #2)(23)

My hands sweep up my scalp and tangle in my hair.

I cry so hard my vision blurs and when I turn my head to look at the door that holds the beast, Zeek is standing there watching me. The beast I threw everything away for, the one who threw everything away for me. The animal that is here to save me.

The radio switches to Saliva playing “Always.”

Standing on wobbly feet, sloshing more booze down my throat my eyes never leave his.

Black briefs hug his hips snugly. His body tanned and outlined in perfection, that f*cking V leading right into those tight briefs. I’ve been fighting my love for him, denying him out of respect to my hypocrite father.

I’ve pushed him away trying to do the right thing, not only for me, but him.

I’m so sick of doing the right f*cking thing. It’s all I’ve ever done, and it’s so exhausting, and painfully lonely.

“Kiss me,” I whisper, blinking slowly.

A tear slides down my face and slips across my nose as I finally give into the fight. I wait for that nagging pain from loving my father’s murderer to strike my chest, but it doesn’t come.

My conscience just doesn’t give a shit anymore.

I tried so hard to give my father the benefit of the doubt. I tried not to turn on my family of blue…But not anymore. My father doesn’t deserve my tears anymore. It’s time for me to stop this pity party, and take back what was mine. Look forward to the future and build my own path in the McAdams’ name.

He strides toward me, his steps slow, his eyes focused on mine. He has that look, the one where he is going to grab me and kiss me stupid. My heart beats wildly, my fingers that were holding the whiskey loosening, allowing the neck of the bottle to slip through them. The bottom of the bottle hitting the floor, splashing whiskey on my feet before spilling onto the carpet. I can’t deny it any longer, I need his touch. I feel like I’m drowning without him, even if he’s the reason for this pain, I can’t breathe without him.

He grips the back of my neck, looking down at me with a look of hunger, protection, and dominance.

My lips part, my eyes growing heavy.

“You don’t hate me,” he whispers. “I may be one of the darkest creatures God put on this green Earth, but he put me in your path for a reason, Rookie. Some of the sweetest things wouldn’t exist on Earth without the man eating beasts to protect it.”

Butterflies take flight in my stomach as I ponder that. It reminds of pilot fish in the ocean, they stay close to the sharks because predators are afraid of it. Now it all makes sense.

“Just kiss me. We can talk later.” My voice thick with booze and emotion. I want him to ravish me with his strong hands, push me to the brink of pleasure to push out thoughts of abandonment.

He lowers his lips, almost touching mine but stops. Those dark eyes looking right into my soul, making me feel things I don’t want to succumb to.

“Tell me no, tell me to walk away,” he whispers, his words hit my chest hard. He nearly said the same thing before we had our very first kiss. His brows narrow, his eyes hooded with sincerity. I couldn’t tell him no then…and I can’t now.

“Yes.”

“You stupid girl.” He smiles. Like a wolf does right before it devours its prey. Maliciously.

Zeek gently presses his lips to mine, his mouth taking my upper lip in a tender hold. My toes curl into the carpet, the feelings of lust, infatuation, and love striking my chest so hard that what little salvation I have is pulled from me. Placing both my hands on his hard chest, it’s warm beneath my palms, his hard build alluring as ever. I miss touching him, the security and comfort brought an addiction of its own. Pulling back to catch my breath, he grabs me from under the thighs quickly, lowering me to the carpet with ease.

“Your arm!” I warn, scared lifting me is going to hurt him.

“Fuck my arm.” His husky voice hits me in all the right places, his full pink lips forming a full smile.

Hooking my legs around his waist, he grips my wrists and anchors them above my head. His hand sliding from my hips up my stomach slow and savoring, like he’s burning every curve, every freckle to memory before cupping my tit firmly. The smell of Jack Daniels strong as it soaks into the carpet beneath us.

“Goddamn, I missed you,” he whispers, grinding his hard cock against me. “Your softness, your fragile body beneath mine, it f*cking draws me in a way I can’t figure out, baby.”

“I missed you, too,” I moan.

Letting go of my hands, he rips the blouse I’m wearing apart with such a rush it surprises me. His mouth engulfs my sensitive nipple like a starved man. The look on his face, so f*cking hot I whimper in response.

He nips at the soft tissue of my tit, while the other hand grips my other breast vigorously. His touch transitions from something gentle and warm, to possessive and rough. I missed it so f*cking much, and right now I need rough. I demand to be manhandled. Making the feelings that are flying around in my head and chest find roots somewhere else while I give myself to Zeek in a tangle of moans and limbs.

He skims his lips along my collarbone, the feeling of his scruff along my soft skin amazing. My back arches off the floor, a mewl spilling from my lips.

“You still hate me, baby?” I nod my head yes, rolling my lips over each other as sweet desire ripples up my limbs. I don’t know why I nod, I think I’d agree to anything at this point as long as he keeps doing what he’s doing. He stills, an evil grin spreading across his face. “I guess I’ll just have to f*ck the hate out of you then.” His lips curve into a devilish smile, his eyes darkening. Butterflies fill my stomach, just like the first time I ever laid eyes on Zeek.