And that was life.
Because I hoped I’d never know if he was or not.
I looked back at Brendon’s mom. “Nice to know. But things are kinda serious with my guy.”
She shrugged and smiled. “Just in case.”
Whatever.
I returned her smile and took off.
I drove back to Merry’s, parked by his Excursion, and hoofed it up to his condo. And I used the key he’d given me the same night he’d given one to Ethan (something he didn’t make a big deal out of, but it was another warm and squishy moment, a huge one) to let myself in.
The condo was dark.
I considered making coffee and taking a cup to Merry with the donuts on a plate so we could scarf them down, doing this to give us both energy to do other things on a lazy Saturday when neither my man nor I had to work and my kid was off in the woods and wouldn’t be home until late tomorrow afternoon.
I went to the bar, dropped the bag of donuts on it, and decided we could come out and make coffee and snarf down donuts later to carb up for a second round.
This meant I peeled off clothes on my way to Merry’s room. By the time I got there, I had my jacket off. My sweater, boots, and socks, all gone.
So I opened the door wearing nothing but jeans and a bra.
What I saw was an empty bed and I could see that clearly because of the light coming from the bathroom.
I moved that way and felt my mouth water when I caught sight of Merry in his navy flannel pajama bottoms and nothing else leaning into a hand on the basin. His hair was a sleepy mess. His stubble was dark against his jaw. And he had a toothbrush in his mouth.
I grinned as I experienced a nice private shiver and moved his way.
Still brushing, he turned his head toward me as I walked into the bathroom.
His blue eyes instantly dropped to my bra.
My eyes dropped to the triceps bunching in his arm braced against the basin.
They moved to his lateral muscle. From there, they drifted down to his ass.
I went where my eyes beckoned and shifted behind him, pressing in. Hands to his waist, I slid them up to his ribs as I bent in and touched my lips to his spine.
I heard him spit out toothpaste foam.
I slid my lips up as I slid my hands in.
The tap went on.
I slid my tongue out and my hands down.
I felt the hair on his stomach.
God, I loved that hair.
I engaged my nails.
Merry’s ab muscles contracted.
The tap went off.
I glided one hand up, flat against his pec. I also glided one hand down, tracing the arrow of hair, going for buried treasure.
I heard a low rumble come from him and he shifted his ass back into my hips.
Oh yeah.
I pressed into him as I bared my teeth, scraped the skin of his back, rubbed my thumb across his nipple, and dove in, pushing into his pajamas and finding treasure.
His thick cock was rock hard.
Fuck yeah.
His body tensed.
“Jesus, Cher,” he growled.
I held tight and stroked.
“Fuck,” he grunted, pushing his dick into my hand.
Fuck yeah.
I stroked harder.
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged gruffly.
I licked, kissed, and lightly scraped his back as my free hand roamed his chest and my busy hand worked his dick.
“Wanna feel your tits,” he ordered, voice thick, ass again pressed deep into my hips, letting me do all the work.
One-handed, I undid my bra. I slumped a shoulder so it would drop off. It did and I let it hang on the wrist of the hand engaged in giving my man the good stuff.
I wrapped my arm back around him and pressed my tits into his back.
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned.
I kept at his cock with one hand as my other moved to the waistband of his pajama bottoms at the side. I looked down as I shoved down, watching as I exposed his skin, his muscle, his fine ass.
My legs trembled.
“Baby,” I breathed.
“Knees,” he rumbled.
No hesitation, I let his cock go and dropped to my knees.
Merry turned and shoved his pajama pants down, kicked them aside, and reached to my head.
He didn’t have to guide me. I reached to his hips, latched on, shifted, found the head, and sucked deep.
“Fuck yes,” he said on such a deep groan, I felt it rumble down my throat.
He was right.
Fuck yes.
I sucked him off, giving it everything I had, then giving in when Merry took over, holding my head, fucking my face.
One hand tight to his ass, the other hand tight around the back of his thigh, I took it. I loved it. Fuck, I was thinking I’d come getting it. And when a moan slid up my throat and sounded against his driving dick, he pulled out.
Then I was up, and before I knew it, I was facedown on his bed.
My whole body jerked after he reached a hand around, made light work of my fly, and yanked my jeans down.
My panties went with them and then my hips were up.
“All fours,” Merry growled.
I pushed to my hands.
Merry thrust into my pussy.
My head flew back.
He fucked me harder.
I twisted my neck and looked back at him, panting, gone, but still able to encourage, “Give that to me, baby.”
He pounded deep, eyes to my ass, his cock thrusting inside me, grunting, “So fuckin’ gorgeous.”
I dropped my head, rearing back, gasping, “Yeah, Merry. Please, baby. Keep givin’ that to me.”
He did and he didn’t have to do it for long. I was so primed, I exploded, my arms dropping down, my head flying back. I was trembling even as I was burning—so beautiful, all Merry.