Page 36 of Mercy & Malice

She whispers, “I’m scared if we keep messing around, I won’t be able to stop myself.”

Part of me is thrilled that she could lose herself in me, the other needs her to know I’m not just messing around. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll make sure it doesn’t go past that.”

“I don’t know what I want.” She unlatches her seat belt and climbs into the back seat. I remain in the driver’s seat, my eyes on the rearview, watching her.

When she stops fidgeting, she demands, “Give me your shirt. I need something to cover myself, so the freaking perverts don’t get a free peep show. Why are you dressed up anyway?”

Unbuttoning my shirt, I take it off and pass it to her. “Family dinner.” It’s the easiest explanation that won’t get her pissed at me. Because explaining that my father invited Ivy and her family over to torment my brother won’t go over well.

Shifting in my seat, I watch as she drapes my shirt over her lap and slides her hand under it.

Damn it. I’m the worst pervert because I’m getting hard from just watching her until her face twists and she huffs, “There’s no way I can do this. Particularly with you gawking at me.”

How could I not watch?

Climbing into the back seat, I take off my T-shirt then unzip my slacks and grip my cock in my hand, stroking myself. “I’ll join you so you don’t feel alone.”

Her cheeks redden as she watches me, and her hand goes back under the shirt.

I shouldn’t touch her, but I can’t resist and drag my fingers along her neck, gripping as I lean over and whisper against her lips, “Tell me what you want.”

“Touch me,” she breathes.

I slide my hand along her leg, slipping between her thighs. Stroking over her, I imagine what it’d feel like to put my cock in her as I push two fingers inside her warm, wet pussy.

Her hips rock, fueling my need to make her come. When she grips my dick, I groan, knowing I won’t be satisfied even if she does, but I’ll take whatever she’ll give me.

She squirms, pushing her bottoms completely off before she climbs onto my lap. I wrap the shirt around her waist then move my hands under, gripping her bare ass as I pull her down and lift my hips to her.

“Fuck, I’d stay just like this forever with your warm pussy rubbing against me.” I move my hand between us and slip my fingers back into her, knowing that’s as far as she wants to go. I’d give anything to bury myself in her. But won’t force her. I want her to be ready and willing, not scared or regretful.

Her nails dig into my shoulders as she grips me tightly, riding my hand for a minute. Then she desperately wraps her fingers around me and strokes me while moaning against my mouth.

I focus on her pleasure, both because I want her to feel as good as she makes me and to keep from coming before her.

Her pussy clenches around my fingers as she goes still, riding out her orgasm as I keep pumping my fingers inside her. The sight makes me fall over the edge as she jerks me off.

I kiss her, savoring the moment as she stays straddling me. After a few minutes, she says, “Please don’t hate me.”

Pushing a strand of hair from her face, I tuck it behind her ear and try to imagine any world where I hate the only person who completes me. “Never.”

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My fingers are so cold, they’re completely numb. I bend them at the joints, examining them. When will hyperthermia set in? The weather hardly ever gets below freezing even during winter, but it has been chilly enough that wearing only a T-shirt isn’t ideal.

Micah takes my hands in his and rubs them. He’s just as cold but still trying to do anything to comfort me.

“What day do you think it is?” It seems like we’ve been here for a year even though I know that’s not the case. “Surely someone has noticed we’re missing by now.”

He utters, “I know they are missing you.”

“You’re miss-able too,” I say

“I’ve been MIA for months. No one will think twice if I’m not around.” He has a valid point, but I’d like to think both of our absences haven’t gone unnoticed.

“I would. I did.” I try to not wonder but still have to question … “Where were you?”