Chapter 12
Mercy
Landon and I had gone to bed early, skipping dinner for sex, so the first time he woke me up it was around seven. He tugged on my shoulders and asked me my name, where I was, and the name of the current US president. I’ve never been much of a morning person, so I told him he and the president could get bent, but to leave me out of it. He laughed and let me roll over and go back to sleep.
After that experience, he found more creative ways to wake me up. The second time, around nine thirty, his lips were locked around one of my nipples and his fingers were massaging my clit when I opened my eyes. He fired off the same annoying questions while working me up into another orgasm, and this time my answers were slightly less hostile and a lot breathier. Then I watched as he jerked himself off and came all over my boobs. Him painting my chest in his cum felt possessive, like he was marking his territory. I probably should have been offended by that, but the act was surprisingly hot.
When he was done, he cleaned me up with a warm wash cloth and drew me back into his arms. Landon was a snuggler. I never would have seen that coming, but it was a nice surprise. He loved to spoon, pushing my hair out of his way so he could rest his nose up against the back of my neck. I’d never had a guy do that before, and it was kind of charming and sweet.
His third attack came around midnight. Hunger and the distinct smell of Chinese food drove me from my bed. Throwing on a nightshirt, I emerged to find Landon, wearing nothing but jeans riding low on his hips, laying out a reheated feast on my kitchen counter.
He flashed me a smile over his shoulder. “Hungry?”
My stomach growled. “Starved.”
His smile widened as he handed me a plate and got out of my way. I turned on the movie we’d started watching earlier and we ate in the living room.
“How does your head feel?” Landon asked when we finished.
I fingered the bump. “Better. It’s still tender, but my headache is mostly gone.”
He got me more ibuprofen anyway, and then we stretched out with him lying behind me and finished the movie while we fooled around. By the time it was over, we were both worked up, and his erection was pressing into my back.
Landon ran kisses up my neck and over my ear before asking, “Mind if I bend you over the arm of the couch and take you from behind?” He rubbed down my backside and cupped one of the cheeks of my ass. “I want to grab your hips and watch this fine ass as I pound into you.”
Since that sounded like a marvelous plan to me, I agreed, and Landon had us both naked and bent over the sofa in no time. I was wet and ready for him and he wasted no time sheathing his cock and sliding it into me. He got even deeper in this position, using my hips to angle me where he wanted.
Once again, I was amazed at how different sex felt with him. Not only did he fill me up completely, but he hit places that made my body tingle and my ears ring. If I had known sex could feel this good, I would have spent a lot more time and effort looking for a man. Something told me that this pleasure was specific to Landon, no doubt having everything to do with not only the way our bodies fit together, but also the way he paid attention to my cues. He was a generous and attentive lover.
By the time morning rolled around and we woke up for the day, my body was sore in all the right places, my head felt much better, and I was surprisingly refreshed for someone whose sleep had been interrupted all night. Of course, that could have had something to do with waking up entangled in Landon’s arms.
“How’s your head?” he asked, nuzzling my neck.
“Is that your favorite question?” I asked.
He trailed a finger down the side of my face. “Last night was nice. I gotta take care of you and make sure your brain doesn’t explode so we can do it again.”
I laughed. “Gee, thanks.” Although, last night was phenomenal.
I felt his smile against my neck as his fingers drifted down to stroke my arm. “My pleasure. Well, after the first time. You have one hell of a mean right hook. Maybe I should get you some boxing gloves, Champ.”
“I barely even swung on you,” I defended.
Grabbing me by the wrist he kissed my knuckles. “Doesn’t matter. It was worth it.”
“Did you get any sleep?” I asked. He’d been wonderful and attentive in taking care of me, both in and out of bed.
“Yes.” He stretched. “My shifts are usually twelve hours, and sometimes I have to stay late or come in early. In the Army, you learn how to power nap and sleep when you can, and I don’t remember the last time I woke up feeling so rested.” He kissed my forehead. “By the way, Merry Christmas, Mercy.”
I’d forgotten all about it being Christmas. “What are you still doing here?” I asked, scrambling to sit up. “You should be home with Beth.”
“Relax.” One of his big hands snaked around and started rubbing my back. I knew our relationship was mostly sexual and would be short-term, but I loved the way he kept touching me. It was both comforting and arousing. “I called Mom last night. She wanted me to stay here and keep an eye on you. Even if she hadn’t, I wouldn’t have left you.”
He was still being sweet, and I didn’t know how to take it. Part of me wanted to push him out of my apartment and lock the door so I could protect my heart from his words and touches. The other part of me wanted to lock him in my room and keep him to myself. Knowing he was here last night, had helped me sleep. For the first time ever, I’d felt like I could relax, knowing I had someone at my back who could take care of everything.
It had been nice.
I wanted to relax and enjoy the time I had with him, but my crazy mind kept racing forward, reminding me that he would be gone soon, and I’d be alone again. I couldn’t let myself get too attached.
