Mercy (Salacious Players Club, #4)(103)

“Yes,” I reply, grabbing his face in a fierce kiss. “You can come, Beau.”

On command, he shudders inside me, grunting through his orgasm.

“Good boy,” I whisper against his temple as he gasps for air, coming down from his climax.

We stay that way for a while, and after I feel his body slump against mine, I find the clasp of his collar and press it with a click until it releases from his neck.

After putting it away, I rub his back with some aloe balm, and let him rest between my bare legs with his head against my stomach. With my back against the headboard, I stroke my fingers through his hair while he sips his drink. It’s comfortable in the silence together.

The last year has felt like a dream. It took us three months to fix the mess the previous owners of the club left us. It was nothing like Salacious, but Beau and I were able to make it our own. Being a pair of reformed vanillas gave us a unique perspective for our members, and within nine months, membership was booming.

As for him and me, it’s been a journey. It’s never perfect, but I never expected it to be. No matter what, we’re always us.

“Are you going to tell him your ideas for the club when he comes to visit next week?” I ask.

He shrugs. “Yeah, I don’t see why not.”

“Well, you two still act weird talking about the club.”

“He acts weird,” Beau argues, and I smile down at him.

“You are his son,” I reply.

“Why they’re choosing to come in the dead of summer, when it’s fucking two hundred degrees outside, is beyond me.”

“It is not two hundred degrees.” I laugh.

“It feels like it,” he says, making a disgruntled sound.

“Well, if you don’t like it here, you can go back to California,” I say in a teasing tone.

He freezes as he’s screwing the cap on his protein drink. As he slowly looks up at me, I bite back the smile creeping across my face because I know exactly what’s coming. I like to push his buttons on purpose.

“Ma’am, are you trying to get rid of me?”

I let out a squeal as he drags me down and pins my hands above my head, burying his face in my neck. His facial hair scratches my sensitive skin, and I giggle hard in his hold, his other hand pinching my backside.

“Oh, I know what you need,” he says with a laugh, flipping me over.

“Beau!” I scream with a laugh before his large hand lands with a smack against my ass. I gasp, staring back in shock. He’s frozen in place with a wicked grin stretched across his perfect face.

“You’re in so much trouble for that,” I say in a low whisper.

“Am I? Because I think you liked it.”

With that, he spanks my ass again, and I can’t help the whimper that comes out of my mouth.

His brows rise in interest, and I find myself blushing, but before he can do it again, I flip onto my back. He covers my body with his, and I stare up into his eyes.

“I would never try to get rid of you,” I whisper, brushing his hair out of his face. “I love you too much.”

His lips brush softly along my jawline. “I know you wouldn’t. I’m yours.”

“Yes, you are. Mine forever.”





Rule #42: Play fair.





Beau’s epilogue

Three years later





“Roll a constitution check,” I say with a smug smile, crossing my arms.

“We’re playing Yahtzee,” Sophie replies with a sassy scowl.

Maggie giggles from the kitchen. Ever since Sophie moved here for college, choosing ASU over a school across the country so she’d have family if she needs it, she comes over for dinner and game night every week. We promised Charlie we’d keep an eye on her, like I wouldn’t anyway.

As Sophie picks up two of the dice, she shuts her eyes and shakes them in her fist before tossing them out on the table. They both land on two, matching the other three dice.

“Yahtzee, asshole!” she yells with her arms in the air.

“I’m telling your mom you said that,” I tease her as I mark her scorecard.

“I’m nineteen, you doofus.”

Maggie laughs again as she sits in the chair next to me. Reaching under the table, I clasp her hand, and she squeezes back. I play with the simple silver band around her finger as I read out the scores.

Once I settle the scores on the sheet, I scowl at the teenager across from me who is wearing a proud smile as she shoves a handful of popcorn into her mouth.

“You beat us again,” Maggie says to Sophie with a smile.

“You let him win,” Sophie replies as we start putting the game away.

“Oh, she’s never easy on me,” I joke, giving Mags a sly wink.

“It’s true.”

“Same time next week?” Maggie asks as she hands Sophie a bag full of leftovers from dinner, along with whatever else a college student could possibly need from our pantry.

“Yep. Thanks for dinner. It was delicious,” Sophie replies, pulling Maggie in for a hug.

“You know you’re welcome anytime. Drive safe.”

“I’ll walk you out,” I say to Soph after she slips on her shoes. She pats Ringo on the head before opening the front door and slipping out into the warm Arizona night.