Hold On (The 'Burg #6)(89)

“I want you to get to know my kid better. Tomorrow. He’s got a sleepover with Teddy, but I’m droppin’ him at the game. They’re meeting there. Teddy’s parents go to the game because their older boy plays. He’s goin’ home with them after. But before, we can take him to dinner.”

Merry didn’t say anything.

Shit, that was too soon.

“Or we can wait,” I said quickly.

“I take you and Ethan for pizza, once we drop him off, do I get you at your place?”

Not too soon.

I closed my eyes slowly before I answered, “Yeah.”

“You’re on.”

I snuggled deeper.

Merry kept his hand in my hair as he wrapped his other arm so tight around my waist, I felt his fingers skim the skin on my belly.

His warmth, his strength, my orgasm, his fantastic mattress, I wanted to stay awake and feel all that, but I couldn’t stop myself from feeling drowsy.

And drowsy, sated, held close by Merry, my mouth kept running.

“Thanks for not f*ckin’ me.”

I felt his body move with a chuckle that wasn’t audible.

“Thanks for lettin’ me not f*ck you,” he replied.

“Anytime,” I mumbled, starting to drift.

“Cherie?” he called.

“Yeah, Merry.”

Cherie. Merry.

Fuck, it was goofy as all get-out.

But it was also like we were meant to be.

“This is good. Proof. Truth. Remember this, honey. We hold on to this, what we just had, what we got right now, the night we shared, we don’t f*ck that up, we can stick it, you and me.”

My throat closed.

My eyes started burning.

But I powered through it being me.

“Stop bein’ gooey.”

That got me more of his lean body moving in my arms, telling me he was laughing.

He got control of that, tipped his head so his lips were against my hair, and ordered, “Go to sleep, brown eyes.”

“See you in the morning, gorgeous.”

“Believe it, baby.”

I believed.

Finally, I believed.

And for the first time in my life, held tight to Merry, it didn’t scare the shit out of me.

Chapter Twelve

The Pleasure Is All Mine

Cher

I felt it shafting, tit to clit.

My eyes drifted open.

I saw shadows. I felt a nice mattress under me.

Heat behind me.

A hard cock pressed to my ass.

“Merry,” I breathed as his thumb and finger at my nipple rolled again.

“This, baby,” he growled, his voice gruff with sleep and the promise of an impending orgasm, “is gonna be f*cking.”

My hips twitched.

He shifted his and slid his hard cock through my sleek.

Shit yes.

“Baby,” I whimpered, hardly awake, already there.

“Nightstand, Cher, fast.”

I reached out to the nightstand carefully so as not to lose him as he glided his cock back and forth, his fingers still working my nipple, his other hand shoving under me, going over my belly, down, and in.

I gasped at his touch. Yanking open a drawer, groping blindly, feeling foil, I snatched up a condom and pressed back into Merry.

His hand left my breast.

I aimed the condom at it.

He took it.

I rocked my hips, rubbing him against me.

I felt the rumble in his chest against my back that became audible as I heard foil crinkling.

I lost his cock as he angled his hips away from me.

But I didn’t lose his finger at my clit.

I ground into it.

I got his cock back, gliding, aiming, his lower body shifted down.

“Give me your mouth,” he ordered.

I twisted my neck.

He took my mouth as his cock slammed into me.

With the force of the goodness of him filling me, I cried out, the sound swallowed by Merry as he rode me, I rode him, his finger manipulating my clit, his hand going back to my breast, curling around, thumb rubbing at my nipple.

He plundered my mouth, f*cking me hard, working me, until it got too much and I pushed my head into the pillow.

He got my message and stopped kissing me, but his lips didn’t leave mine, breathing, brushing, my harsh pants mingling with his rough breaths.

Then his grunts abraded my lips.

I liked that.

“Baby,” I breathed.

“Yeah,” he growled.

“Harder,” I begged.

“Yeah,” he grunted, powering faster, harder, riding me ruthlessly.

Brilliance.

“Merry,” I gasped.

“Fuck yeah, baby,” he groaned.

I came, rearing in his arms, my lips parted, my breath suspended in my lungs as it exploded in my tits, my clit, and my * convulsing, clenching and releasing against his driving cock.

His finger at my clit moved away as he shoved his whole hand in, his fingers separating around his still-thrusting dick, his leg hitching up, taking mine with it, the power of his drives mind-boggling. At the same time, his other hand left my breast and moved up, wrapping around my throat, then up more, around my jaw, holding my head twisted to him so I had his eyes in the dark, our lips whispering against the other’s as he kept f*cking me.