Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 74315 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74315 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“Unhhh,” I grunted, bucking my hips as she rode me through both of our orgasms.
She collapsed onto me, my cock still jerking in the aftermath, as we both breathed hard.
“I liked it,” she whispered softly.
I snorted out a laugh. “Yeah, I liked it too. A lot.”
She kissed my jaw but didn’t move any more than that, and I found myself not wanting to either.
Here I was happy, and we could act like the real world didn’t exist.
All that was here was Mercy and Me. My Mercy Me.
Chapter 8
I like three things.
1. Tattoos
2. Men
3. Beards
If you have all three of those things…we can get married Tuesday
-Secret thoughts of Mercy
Mercy
My face burned as I thought about how I’d just practically went all dom-woman on Miller.
First, I’d practically forced him to have sex with me. Then I’d mauled him, attacking him like I was a woman possessed. Then I made him go home.
What the fuck was I thinking?
The bad part was that he’d actually left!
Here I sat by myself, fifteen minutes later, wondering what the hell I’d just done, my mind still in a fog.
He’d disappeared out the front door without a backwards glance, and I still sat on the floor beside the couch…his juices combined with mine, leaking out of me, wishing he’d come back.
Just when my mind started to drift towards a place where it really didn’t need to be, keys started jingling near the front door, and then it was thrown wide open.
I managed to snag a pillow off the couch and cover the majority of my body when Miller strode right back in, his arms filled with drinks and food.
“I hope you like hamburgers, because I’m fuckin’ starving. My brother ate all my Captain Crunch this morning, and we’ve been running around all afternoon long. I haven’t eaten since sometime last night,” Miller said as he sat the stuff on the coffee table directly in front of me.
“Not that I don’t like looking at you naked, but you might drip into some questionable places, and I’d have to come over there and lick it off. Then I wouldn’t be eating like I really need to be. I can feel my blood sugar dropping as we speak,” Miller teased as he started pulling out packages.
I watched as he sat a cup, literally a fucking paper cup, full of fries down in front of me. Followed shortly by the world’s largest burger.
“What did you get me?” I asked with wide eyes as I poked at the massive mountain of foil.
“Burger with cheese. Lettuce and tomato,” Miller said around an enormous bite of food.
I shook my head and started unwrapping the burger.
It smelled divine, but I couldn’t help but freak out a little.
He was acting so normal. Like something monumental hadn’t just happened.
Like I hadn’t just had the best orgasm of my life…the first time I’d had sex after being…I squeezed my eyes tightly shut at that thought.
I didn’t want to bring Mitch into this. He had no place in my thoughts anymore. Not ever again.
Except I couldn’t make my heart collaborate with my head. I had tons of reasons I shouldn’t be thinking about Mitch right now. First and foremost, because I didn’t like him. Second, because I’d just had the best sex of my life. Third, because I was pretty positive that I was going to get to do it again if the look in Miller’s eyes were anything to go by.
His eyes hadn’t moved from above my chin the entire time we’d been eating. He’d been staring at my boobs, my belly, and anything he could see over the coffee table.
“You’re thinking too hard. Just let it be,” Miller said, placing his hamburger down and looking at me with sincerity as he said it.
I swallowed hard.
Then my mouth sort of spewed its contents in a massive word vomit.
“I like you. I like you a lot. I want to have sex again, and I want to do it soon. But I feel like I shouldn’t have liked it. I feel like I should be in a corner right now, crying my eyes out because I just had sex for the first time since I was raped. I could be pregnant right now, and you offering me a hamburger instead of thinking this was earth-shattering, is just crazy to me,” I spilled.
Everything I was feeling right then was poured out of me and straight into his ear.
He raised his eyes in surprise at me for being so open and honest. “I know you don’t feel that you should’ve enjoyed it…but so the fuck what if you did? Every woman isn’t the same. Yes, what happened to you was traumatizing. And yes, it was tragic…but you don’t have to wallow in your tears to have grieved over what was taken from you. You did that already, and you’ve had the support of your friends. You didn’t like the situation that you were in, so you fixed it. Granted, it was a little unorthodox asking that of me, but I was more than willing. If I wasn’t, then I would’ve told you so. I was mostly worried about you. Don’t beat yourself up, and just let it go.”
I found myself smiling at him. “Isn’t that a children’s song?”
“What? Don’t beat yourself up?” He asked in confusion.
I shook my head. “No, let it go.”
He shrugged. “Who the fuck knows that? I don’t have any kids.”
The unspoken ‘yet’ hung in the air as we started at each other with wide eyes.
I opened my mouth and closed it again, unsure of what the hell to say.
In the end, I decided to eat my burger and find the offer funny.
Nobody could say that Miller wasn’t an honest guy.
“What do you usually get on your burger?” He rumbled, watching me bite into the tasty treat.
I pointed with my free hand at the burger. “This,” I said around a mouthful of food.
“I usually get chili-cheese fries and a milkshake for my sides, though.”
He raised his brows at me. “Now you’re speaking my language!”