“Didn’t you have a birthday party?” I grabbed the edges of Finn’s shirt and pulled it closed. Mercy might be straight, but no man got to see mine like this.
“Finished,” he grunted out. If anything could be said about Mercy, it was that he did a lot of grunting and snorting. He was as feral as they came. If he wasn’t telling someone to fuck off or giving them the middle finger, he made all kinds of pissed off sounds.
“Danger?” I asked, glaring over Finn’s shoulder at him.
“Nope. Your mum.”
“Mum? Jesus motherfucking Christ.”
He snorted, which was the best he had when it came to laughing. “What the fuck is this?” He waved at Finn. “You can’t steal Killough’s man.”
“I’m not.” I helped Finn to his feet and made sure his shirt stayed closed as I stood. I didn’t care that my bulge was right there for Mercy’s stare. He’d seen a lot worse. “Finn’s not Killough’s pet.”
“Fuck off, Legend. You know what I mean.” He bared his teeth at me. “He’s a Company man, which means his arse is Killough’s.”
“Yeah, nah. His arse is mine.” I winked at Finn and pointed at Mercy. “Lolly, I’d like you to meet the meanest motherfucker in Australia. His name’s Aaron Mercer, but the blokes around here call him Mercy because he’s got none. I call him Freckles because.... Well, it don’t take a genius to figure out why.”
“Don’t fucking call me that,” Mercy snapped, eyes narrowed.
“Freckles, Freckles, Freckles.” I laughed when he gave me the finger.
“Sit on this and rotate, arsefuck.”
My laughter grew louder, and I doubled over, nearly falling back into my chair. When I finally settled down enough to talk, I laid a hand in the middle of Finn’s back and kissed him gently. “Go to your hotel and pack your belongings. You’re staying with me.”
“Are you sure?” Finn peeked at Mercy from the corner of his eye, then bent and snatched his suit jacket off the floor.
“Trust me.” I winked. “This big fella looks mean, but he’s a teddy bear.”
“Fuck you, cunt,” Mercy grunted out, rolling his eyes.
“You can’t call him that!” Finn spun toward Mercy, his fear clearly forgotten. He reminded me of a chihuahua, small and feisty. “He’s your boss!”
I petted him across the shoulder blades and chuckled lightly. “It’s fine, sweetheart. Cunt around here is a good thing. We call our friends that.”
He blinked at me in surprise. “But why? It’s really insulting. Irish people say it more than Americans, but it’s nevernice.”
“Depends on how you say it around this country.” I laid another kiss on his temple. I couldn’t get enough of him, and I was severely disappointed that I hadn’t seen those split panties so I could spread him wide and eat him out with his lingerie still on. Maybe tonight. “Go. I’ll call a car for you.”
He seemed resistant, his attention suspiciously lingering on Mercy like he didn’t trust him, before he finally nodded and began to walk out of the office, buttoning up his shirt as he went.
I walked back to my chair and dropped onto it, rearranging my hard-on. I grabbed my phone and quickly set up a ride for Finn. “I could have been eating that sexy arse out right now. Can you imagine how sweet it would’ve tasted?”
Mercy rolled his eyes and strode forward. “I don’t want to think about it.” He dropped onto a seat on the other side of the desk and kicked his feet up on the edge. I didn’t say anything like I would have for anyone else. “Let me tell you something, Legend. You’re trying to fuck all of us. He’s good-looking, sure, but Killough’s not going to let a man go. That kid is a Company man. Killough’s vicious when it comes to his guys.”
“So you’ve said.” I smirked. “Killough will negotiate. We’re allies.”
“What makes him different?” Mercy snapped. “Is it the hair? You can get someone else a dye job. I’ve seen you with other blokes that have an arse like him. And let’s be honest, mate, the scars?”
I glared and slammed my hand on the desk. “Makes him sexier. He’s mine, and I don’t give a flying fuck what anyone has to say about it.”
Mercy stared at me for a long moment, mouth quirked in thought. Finally, he shook his head. “Whatever, mate. It’s your business. You can do whatever the hell you want. I’m only here for the pussy.”
I laughed. “Stay away from Cyclone.”
He shrugged. “She’s hot and I want in her knickers.”
I picked up a pen and threw it at him, and he ducked, causing it to fly over his shoulder and clatter on the hardwood floor. All I got in response was a half smile that wasn’t what most people considered happy, but that was Mercy. He always looked like a cranky bastard.
