Mercy (Sin City Outlaws #2)(56)

“Give me your arm.” I try to adjust the towel so that only my arm peeks out. Zeek grips the towel in his large hand and yanks it down. His eyes pinning my naked breasts before sweeping down. Rolling my bottom lip between my teeth I return the eye f*ck. He’s so rippled, and his cock is hard and veiny. Releasing my bottom lip I have to release the breath that is constricting my chest when I look back up at his face. The way he looks at me as if he’s ready to pin me down and f*ck me into oblivion is the biggest turn on.

He blinks rapidly, as if to clear his mind and grips my hand to hold my arm out. Slowly he wraps my arm in gauze and an adhesive bandage, his touch soft, and eyes focused.

“You’re good at that.”

“Lots of practice.” His eyes never leave my arm as he finishes.

Setting what’s left of the supplies on the counter, his chest flush with mine, I have to look up to see his eyes. The warmth radiating off of him my aphrodisiac, I slide my fingertip up his taut chest.

A low growl vibrates in his chest as his hands palm my ass, and his fingers dig into my cheeks before picking me up. His dark eyes set on mine as we become level.

“Stop looking at me like that. I’m trying to be a gentleman and let you rest, but every inch of me— including my cock—wants to be buried deep inside of you until the sun rises.” He inhales a breath so big both of us raise an inch when his chest rises. I don’t want to sleep, I want him so damn bad it hurts. Though, I am not sure I could keep up with as tired as my mind and body are. “Let’s get some sleep. Tomorrow is damage control, baby.”

***

LYING IN BED I STARE at the ceiling, petting Jinx. Zeek fell asleep a while ago, but I can’t sleep. The words abortion and PTA meetings making my head throb. My heart stops beating when I think of Cross and his intentions. I don’t even know how far along I am. Placing my hands on my abdomen I try and count in my head the days from my last period.

I think I’m maybe three weeks pregnant. Turning over I grab my phone from the nightstand and Google three weeks pregnant.

Looking at pictures our baby looks like a little shrimp. Then I Google abortion, and three weeks pregnant and I can’t stop the audible gasp from leaving my mouth. There are pictures of little hands and feet, and tiny little babies everywhere. Those can’t be accurate, right? Turning my phone off, I toss it on the nightstand and roll on my side.

I sigh and shift in bed. I don’t think I could get an abortion and be okay with myself. I love Zeek, and if he’s willing to help me, I think we’ll be great, or at least not the worst parents.

Sadly, in my job I’ve seen those kind of parents. Houses that have used diapers, and food all along the floor. Drugs on the coffee tables next to bottles and toys, and the kids are in cribs with roaches and bed sores.

I hate those kinds of house calls.

I wonder if it’s a boy. I can see Zeek now buying little biker boots, and toy guns. If it’s a girl she’ll be running around in a pink tutu with biker boots. I smile at the image of our kid running around like a bad ass.

I close my eyes, clearing my head of all thoughts. Just as I find myself drifting off to sleep, Zeek’s hand travels against my flesh. The warmth from his palm seeping into my skin as he rests it on the lower half of my stomach.

“Mine. Both of you,” he whispers in his sleep.

***

“HEY, WERE YOU GOING TO SLEEP the entire day away, baby?” Zeek’s voice whispers in my ear, his hands kneading my ass. I moan into him, and his hands sweep around my front finding my clit. We didn’t bother with getting dressed last night. We fell in and crashed.

I was nervous I might have nightmares, but I was so exhausted I didn’t even dream.

My head falls back onto his shoulder, his teeth biting down on mine. Two of his fingers slip into my wetness with ease and my legs widen to allow him to fully push them in.

“Someone is ready for me this morning.” He pulls his fingers from me, and my eyes snap open.

“Why’d you stop?”

“I let you rest last night, I can’t stand another minute without having my dick in you, Jillian.”

His bare cock pushes into my heat, his hands resting on each butt cheek. A piece of me wonders if he’ll take me there again. It was something I wasn’t expecting to like, but God, I did so much. Everyone should have butt sex.

Using his hands, he pushes and pulls my body onto his cock, using my ass cheeks as handle bars.

Looking over my shoulder he has his mouth parted in a sexy way, his forehead creased with exertion. His chest is taught, his biceps flexed to the max. He slows his pace, and it catches me off guard. Zeek has never gone slow, even when I had my wreck he was hard, and in control.

His eyes looking at me as he slowly pumps in and out of me. That look on his face, it cuts right down to my heart. It’s a look all woman want. Like he might lose me tomorrow, and if he did he might die. It’s right then that I know I’ll never love another man like I do Zeek. He and I may not be good for one another, may be different from every aspect, but it doesn’t fade what I feel for him. If anything, it fuels it.

“I love you,” I mouth, my head bumping into the headboard.

“I love you,” he mouths back.

My core tingles with a pleasuring warmth. Turning my head into the mattress, a moan spills from my mouth as an orgasm rocks my limbs so hard I can barely breathe.