Page 96 of Mercy & Malice

Micah steps to me, his mouth is already on mine as he says, “Impossible. You’re perfect.”

I laugh. “Now I know you’re just telling me what I want to hear.”

He drops his mouth to my neck as he murmurs, “God, Brooke, you’re driving me crazy and don’t even know how magnificent you are.”

Gripping the bottom of his shirt, I remove it as he moves me to the side, shutting the bedroom door. His lips only leave my skin long enough to say, “Tell me if you need to stop.”

“Okay.”

My shirt quickly follows his before he unclasps my bra and lets it fall to the floor as well. He drops to his knees, hooking his fingers into the sides of my shorts and panties as he removes them.

Picking up my thigh, he kisses the inside of it before he drapes it over his shoulder. His mouth finds my clit as his fingers push inside me. I press my back against the door, standing on my tippy-toes as I shift my hips to meet his mouth in a rhythm that consumes me until I’m coming and clinging on to his shoulders for dear life.

Quickly, I guide him to his feet, unfasten his jeans and shove them down as he kicks them off.

I drape my arms over his shoulders and say, “Don’t hold back.”

It’s been great. But I still get the sense he’s worried he’ll hurt or break me.

He grips my ass as he picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he presses me against the door. “Swear you’ll tell me if I hurt you.”

“Yes.” He won’t. “Now fuck me, Micah.”

“Fuck,” he grunts out. Nipping at my neck, I feel his dick rubbing against me.

He goes to shift back. “Condom.”

I keep him against me, anticipating his reaction as I say, “I’m on birth control. I want to feel you. But I understand if you want to wear one.”

There’s a beat of silence before he asks, “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

He walks over to the bed, climbing on with me still clinging to him, then he sets me down. His mouth stays on mine as he lifts my leg over his hip before he lines up at my entrance and thrusts into me.

I moan his name as he groans, “You feel so fucking good.”

My words alternate between yes and his name as he pounds into me with hard thrusts as I hold on to his shoulders. He shifts back slightly as he reaches down, his finger stroking over my clit. “I’m not coming in you until you cover my dick in your come.”

His command easily pushes me over the ledge as I savor every second of bliss as he pumps into me, a satisfied smile on his face as his body tenses and he spills inside me.

“Fuck,” he hisses before he kisses me. “It feels better every time.”

I couldn’t agree more.

53

BROOKE

“We need to leave, Brooke,” Mom calls out before she pushes my door open. When she spots Micah in my bedroom, her shoulders stiffen as she props a hand on her hip. She eyes him as he lies reclined on my bed as I sit at my desk, working on my English lit essay.

“You can go ahead. I’ll ride with Troy. I just need to finish this last paragraph.” It’s a great reason to not ride all the way there with her and avoid getting a lecture about Micah. When Mom said we were going to have brunch at Mawmaw’s, she made it clear that it was just us and Micah wasn’t included.

I figure she’s going to insist I leave now, so I add, “Promise I’ll leave in a few minutes. I need to finish this then I’ll head over.”

Finally, she nods. “Okay. I’ll expect you there soon. Micah, your brother is downstairs waiting on you.”

As soon as I finish up, I head downstairs and find Micah in the kitchen with Luca. “We’re heading to Mawmaw’s. I’ll be back later.” I give him a quick kiss then tell his brother, “Hi, Luca. Bye, Luca.”