Sweet Mercy - Lynn Hagen Page 0,23

when Ford said things like that, he endeared himself to Mercy even more.

“I’m just nervous,” Mercy admitted.

“I know.” Ford leaned over and kissed Mercy’s cheek. “Like I said, this is your timeline.”

Mercy turned his head, catching Ford’s lips before his mate could turn away. It had been an impulsive move, but Mercy refused to back away.

The kiss started off slow, simmering, making Mercy’s body come alive.

Ford laughed as he gripped Mercy’s sides. He tugged, and Mercy landed on the man’s lap.

“Someone is pretty impatient.” A growl sounded at the back of Ford’s throat, but Mercy was too needy to care. “I love it.”

Talking wasn’t something Mercy wanted. Naked. He wanted them both naked, sweaty, and covered in each other’s cum. “I can’t think right now. Not enough to hold an intelligent conversation.”

Mercy had lost the ability to talk, or even function. Sex was the only thing his brain could comprehend right now, and if Ford didn’t show him some action soon, Mercy just might attack the man.

Ford had Mercy flipped and stripped in a matter of seconds. The guy was good. Mercy had never gotten out of his clothing that fast before. Now he sat there on his butt, waiting to see what Ford would do.

Gone was his fear of dominant males. Gone was Mercy’s hesitation when it came to trusting Ford.

“We’re going to slow down,” Ford said. The guy stood by the couch and rid himself of his clothing. Mercy’s eyes bulged at the revealed muscles. Ford was nothing short of a chiseled statue, a god, someone to be worshipped and be licked from head to toe.

Mercy blinked a few times, trying his best to get his brain to reboot. His gaze traveled from the top of Ford’s head down his torso, fixated on his fine-ass cock, and then down his sculpted thighs. “There’s no way you’re real.”

“I’m real, sweetheart.” The man flexed, and Mercy felt drool pooling in his mouth.

Ford bent to retrieve the bag with the lube inside. Mercy gazed at the man’s nicely rounded ass and had to squeeze the base of his cock in order not to explode. When Ford stood, Mercy’s gaze zeroed in on his mate’s long, thick erection. His mouth watered for a taste, but that would have to wait. Either he was about to get fucked or Ford was going to be murdered.

Mercy was too wound up for full-blown intercourse not to happen.

“On your hands and knees.” Ford spun Mercy on the couch, making Mercy grip the back as his knees sank into the cushion.

“What do you want me to do?” Mercy asked. He was a bit lost just sitting there.

Ford pressed his hands flat against the back of the couch, fencing Mercy in. “Grip the edge and spread ’em, hon.”

Mercy hadn’t turned yet. He was too busy staring at Ford’s broad chest and large biceps. He pressed his palms against the man’s heated skin, rubbing the pads of both thumbs over the peaked nipples.

“Damn it, Mercy.” Ford hissed and moaned. He leaned forward and licked a path up Mercy’s lobe. “Turn your body around so I can fuck you.”

Mercy wasn’t able to move until Ford eased the crush of their bodies. They’d been perfectly aligned, and Mercy hated when the mountainous man moved back an inch.

Ford nipped Mercy’s earlobe. “Tell me, sweetheart, do you like it rough and messy or slow and steady?”

Mercy’s pulse skyrocketed. His breathing became erratic as he tried to decide how he wanted to get fucked.

“What are you in the mood for?” It had been three years. Mercy would take it any way he could get it. If Ford wanted to go slow, that was fine with him. If his mate wanted to split Mercy in half, that was even better.

“Hon, either way is fine with me. We can go slow, or I can fuck you to the other side of this couch.”

“Oh hell.” Mercy’s mouth went dry as his cock became impossibly hard. “I think I like the second choice better.”

Two wet fingers worked inside of his aching hole. Mercy hissed and fought against the hard burn. Ford’s fingers were thick as hell.

“Tell me if you need me to slow down,” Ford said against the shell of Mercy’s ear. “I know it’s been a while for you.”

How did Ford know that? He looked over his shoulder and gave his mate the best sensual smile he could muster. “Unleash yourself on me.”

Mercy winced and tried to relax, tried not to think too hard about the pain.