Mercy (Sin City Outlaws #2)(25)

I suck in a breath so sharp I cough. Zeek slaps my back, helping me catch my breath.

“You okay?” My lips purse, and tears race out of my eyes.

“When your dad got Lieutenant, and my dad became the most outlawed club member in the west, things went sour between the department and club.”

I roll over onto my stomach, resting my head on my arms. Fixated on the wall as Zeek continues to explain how Lieutenant Oaks was an outlaw himself, and put my mother and me in danger without us even knowing it. Him allowing me into the department with a blind eye was like strapping a ticking time bomb to my chest. Closing my eyes, pieces that never seemed to make sense as I was growing up fall into place.

“Lieutenant or not, how is that enough to pay off the mortgage, Larry?” My mother slapped the bill down on the table. I was peeking around the corner, watching them carry on their fight.

“Caroline, don’t question how much money I make, or what I bring into this household. I paid it off, you should be thanking me.”

“You have been acting really strange lately, I don’t even know who you are anymore.” My mother rubs at her forehead, her voice warning she’s about to cry.

My father throws his hands out like he doesn’t know what to do.

“Caroline, I have just been,” he pauses, and looks down at the floor. “It’s not easy being responsible for so many deputies, I’m doing my best. The money came from a bonus, I thought it would be nice to pay it off so we didn’t have to worry about it.”

My mother looks up, wiping her face. “You promise?”

My father smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Yes, dear.”

“How could I have been so blind?” I whisper, still focused on the wall.





CHAPTER SEVEN


Zeek



WAKING JILLIAN UP THIS MORNING, her knees are rosy red from the carpet. After I f*cked her into the floor, we got a shower together where we practically kissed the entre time. I never saw kissing as a needed thing before Jillian, but last night I couldn’t get enough of her tongue in my mouth, my hand in her hair. There were so many unspoken things in those kisses.

She stirs, the sheet riding down to the mound of her bare ass. I wouldn’t let her put clothes on before bed. I wanted to feel all of her next to me.

“You hungry?” I can’t help but run my hand along her bare spine, I f*cking missed touching her.

“Mm, yeah, I am, actually.” The sound of sleep thick in her voice is husky and adorable.

“Let me see if I can find anything.” Leaning over I grab my jeans off the floor and pull my wallet out. “I have about seventy bucks. I can order something. What do you feel like eating?”

“Umm.” She hums as she digs her head into the pillow. The sun shining along her silky skin. Climbing onto the bed I hover over her, and kiss at her neck. The smell of her amazing. “I want Chinese. Those noodles are so good and fattening I am practically drooling.”

Skimming my hand along her curves I smile wickedly, pushing my boner into her sheet covered ass. “I got something you can drool over.”

She laughs.

“Feed me first, I need fuel.”

Groaning, I nip at her shoulder.

“I’ll call the China man, and get your noodles, Rookie. Then that * is mine. I’m a starving man of a different sort.”

I place the order for Chinese food and wait for it to be delivered. Once the man shows up I slip the money through the mail slot and ask him to leave it. Last thing I need is some delivery boy recognizing me and squealing to the authorities.

“Wow, that’s very James Bond of you,” Jillian laughs. Leaning against the bedroom door a white sheet wrapped around her frame and pooling around her feet. She looks angelic, goddamn perfect.

I drop the bag of food to the floor, my dick straining against my pants ready to wreck that canvas of innocence pouring off of her right now. I want to f*ck the good girl right out of her.

“What are you doing?” Ignoring her I grab her under the thighs and lift her. The sheet acting as a barrier between her firm tits and my chest so I pull it from her body. “I think—”

I cup her mouth with my hand, my eyes focused on hers.

“Stop f*cking thinking, Jillian.”

Her eyes flash, before her chest rises as she breathes through her nose.

Turning us I plow her back against the bookshelf, her feet pushing my jeans down my ass just enough for my cock to spring free.

“I’m going to f*ck you now. I’m going to slam into that * so hard you’ll think I’m an * first, then you’re going to be praising my cock second.” She nods, her hair falling in her face. Those beautiful eyes growing heavy with lust.

Kissing her collarbone, I run my hands up and down her smooth thighs. I grab her ankles and place them on one of the lower shelves. “Hold on to me tightly, and use the shelf for traction.” I inform, my words brushing against her lips. Her cheeks flush, and she nods quickly.

Pulling her knees apart her pink * glistens in waiting. Biting my bottom lip I look up at her under the hair that’s fallen in my eyes. “Hold on, baby.” I thrust myself into her wetness in one quick movement. Her back arches, her mouth gaping wide as her fingers claw into my shoulders. I withdraw and drive back into that warm *, f*cking the air right from her. I don’t give her time to catch her breath, instead I drive in and out of her over and over, her cunt tight and wet and strangling my cock to the point I won’t last long.