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I rolled over and pretended to be asleep once Truth’s aunt checked in on me. She never asked how or why I landed in the home of her nephew, but I could tell she was pondering on it. Instead, she made small talk as she cleaned up a few scrapes and gave me a steroid shot. If I didn’t watch it, my shoulder would never properly heal.

Once I bathed from the water she ran after I’d freaked out, realizing I’d almost been shot, she knocked on the bedroom door with a few nightgowns in her hands. She had a fresh pack of underwear too, which pissed me off. She didn’t live here, so there had to be spare packs he kept around for his sexcapades. Yeah, I was crashing out about underwear and this man wasn’t even mine. Still, I had an attitude to the point I was close to not wearing anything short of what I came in here with.

After their meeting, which I could hear from outside the window, they had a few rounds of drinks. I could hear the clanking of bottles or glasses. I even heard Germ. He’d sent me a text, telling me he loved me and for me to behave. The nerve of him. I sent one back to feed Shadow. He hearted my response. I knew one damn thing; he better not have turned my cat into dog food. To make matters worse, he came up to see me but when he wouldn’t assist me with escaping, since I’d feel safer sleeping at home, I flipped him off before he walked out like I’d broken his heart. I didn’t. I was just over this Saint Rider life.

I lifted the blanket off of me and grunted. I could barely sleep and it was 2:00 AM. I only had an hour before my trauma clock tapped on my psyche. After tossing and turning, I slipped my nightgown off. It was hot, and my skin was sticky from the humidity. It was the rainy season, and I could smell it in the air.

Some time had passed, and just when I was almost asleep, I heard what sounded like a tap on the door. I waited quietly then after a minute or two, I shrugged it off. The steroid shot probably had me hallucinating. I didn’t trust medication, but once I knew what it was, I chose the dosage. Being a firefighter was also being a first responder. That meant knowing at a moment’s notice, there may be a need and method to offer comfort or resolve distress.

Guiltily, the only comfort I wanted was Truth’s body on top of mine andhis full lips and thick tongue all over and inside of me. I slid my hand down my stomach and underneath the thin fabric of my panties. The feel of my digits delicately stroking the outer lips caused me to push out a puff of air. My God, it felt so good. With a part of my lower lips, my back arched. I could feel my hooded clit emerge. A pinch followed, and I gasped.

“Truth,” I whispered, gliding two fingers on each side of my quickly swollen nub. It was slick to touch as I envisioned his hands exploring the most sensitive and sacred part of my body.

“Oh, shit. Truth.”

As my fingers danced against my mound in a circular motion, my legs splayed further apart. My mouth hung low as my small pants morphed into grunts of release.

“Fuck.” My body lifted as my stomach caved in, small ripples of nerves coming to life. “Truth, please.”

“Please what, Merci?” I stopped and looked around, praying he wasn’t in the room. “I’m listening.”

“What the fuck!” I shot up and damn near fell off the bed, struggling to find the lamp to turn the light on. “No way, bitch. This was a different kind of dream.”

I sat on the edge of the bed, trying to gather myself. I had to be past exhaustion to imagine his voice until I felt the bed dip.

“God, please don’t tell me he’s here.” I scooted to the headboard with my knees up as I covered my face.

I’d already made a fool of myself earlier when I damn near let him take me down in broad daylight. What the fuck was wrong with me?

“Mercilyn.”

My head shot up, hearing him call me a name yet again I hadn’t heard in years. I still wondered how he knew it. Damn, Germaine. He was trying to get brownie points from his prez. I hated that fucking title. The only time I liked hearing it was when I’d heard it in Chelly’s voice. She’d would call me that when I got on her nerves, telling her I wasn’t as pretty as she was.

“You ain’t sleep.”

Duh, I knew I wasn’t. The part of me that wished I was asleep proved to only be a wish when he came into view. His broad chest, his defined thighs, and without even trying, the exact shape and length of his dick greeted me. He had on shorts that hung low, but what was underneath hung lower. When it jumped, I gasped.

God, please take me now.

“Say no,” were his next words.

I didn’t hear a question, but my body ignited as he placed one knee on the bed. The other followed as he touched the inside of my knees.

“I’m waiting, Mercilyn.”

I panted. Quick breaths escaped my mouth when he gently parted my knees. He dragged one finger down my center shielded by moistened fabric. I wanted to scream, beg him to put out the small fire that flickered and flickered with each stroke of his finger.

“Is that a yes?”

It sure as hell wasn’t a no. How the fuck did he expect me to speak when he had me literally in the palm of his hand? He slid both hands underneath me and ripped my panties off.

“Truth,” I uttered. My walls greedily fluttered when two fingers massaged me ever so gently. “P-please. I?—”

“Please what?”

I wish I had an interpreter, one that would have held up signs that said, “take me now” and “shut the fuck up.” Certainly, he knew he could do anything to me at this point, and I’d let him. Me, Merci Dubois, never allowed anyone to just have their way, but he could. Those signs must have magically appeared when he dipped one of his fingers inside of me while massaging my clit with his thumb. My body jolted, and he smiled.The more he worked his finger inside of me, my walls contracted. Fuck, it felt so good.

“That’s it, Mercilyn. Relax… let her feel it. Let her feel me. ” He coached me with sweet, feather-like kisses to my lips.

One finger, two fingers, three fingers, and before I knew it, my body catapulted into a place I’d never visited before. Waves of euphoria danced and held me captive in spurts as he whispered in my ear.

“Can I?”

I nodded. Don’t ask a woman anything drunk off of not one but two orgasms and expect a conversation. It damn sure wasn’t a debate. I wanted him to take me the fuck down, even though my body count was one before tonight and Billy, my neighbor from back home, really shouldn’t count. That was defiant pussy I gave him. I was still angry with my parents and life.

He rose up and a crooked grin stretched across his face. He was huge, but fear didn’t set in when he tugged his shorts off and relieved his dick. My tongue slid out and glided back and forth across my bottom lip.

“Touch it.”

I blinked when he said that. He caught that and snickered.

“Mercilyn, you can touch what’s yours. You want this to be yours?” He stroked that big motherfucker, his length growing. A beautiful, rippled vein sprouted, and I hissed.

“Is that a no? You don’t want this and everything that comes with this, babe?”

A few grunts as I tried to speak must have knocked on the door of my brain, registering his proposal when I nodded. A soft chortle leaped from his mouth when he took charge, and I lost my fucking mind. Strong hands wrapped around each ankle as he parted my legs into a “V” shape. With a swift dip, his entire mouth latched onto my pussy before he French-kissed it.

“Truthhhhh… Fuck, Truth.”

His eyes lifted, boring into mine as soft, circular swipes against my center had me crying. The feel of his lips, his tongue, and the vibration of his murmurs had me about to pass out.

“Open up for me, baby.”

In went two fingers while the tip of his tongue tap danced on my clit. My back formed into a perfect arch while his free hand stroked and twisted one pebbled nipple. He sucked and licked my engorged nub, coupled with the vibration against my pussy from hums and grunt-like sounds. When his hands slid up my back, he sat my lower hole on his mouth as tears and spittle ran down my cheeks and chin.

“Okay, okay… P—please, baby. Please.”

He stopped then asked, “Please what, Mercilyn? I give orders, but for you, I’ll take those shits. Please what?” He gently pecked my outer lips. My stomach clenched as spurts of release expelled from my body.

“What the?—”

I didn’t have time to process what happened when he lowered me, and with a ram of his dick, he was inside of me. Truth Saint, head of the Saint Riderz, was inside of me, and it never felt so good.

“I’m not huge on sharing, Mercilyn.” As he rested inside of me, I felt his dick jump. “You hear me?”

My creased brows sent a message since he had to be crazy as hell to think I could speak while full of dick and not just any dick—his dick.

“Kenneth Kane Adams.”

Was he speaking about Kane? He licked his lips as he worked his length in and out of me.

“If you want him to live, stay out of his face.”

“But w-we…” He rammed inside of me, and I screamed.

“I know.” He looked down and smiled.

We became one. My walls stretched, and the beautiful pain overtook me. I had no clue what to do, but as my hips rolled with each plunge of his dick, his breath grew ragged.

“Mercilyn?”

His voice was low, raspy even, but his eyes were dark and slitted. He closed them when he rested all that big, long, and thick dick inside of me, planting his forehead on mine. Sweat from his forehead trickled down. The taste of his salty sweat was a flavor I’d forever savor. I wanted this man… I needed him. He took my mouth hungrily, kissing and sucking. I didn’t want him to stop. As he gripped the back of my neck, he sucked on my tongue until he pulled back.

“Keep your mouth open.”

He didn’t have to tell me that. My mouth was wide and eager to feel his lips, tongue, anything he wanted to offer inside of it. And he did when a slow stream of spittle fell over his lip and onto my tongue.

Fuck, in that moment as it slid down my throat as he slowly pumped inside of me, I came. I mean really came, and it didn’t stop. My body shook as he thrusted like his life depended on it. He climbed out of me just enough to flip me over where my knees met the bed.

A spread of my ass cheeks was greeted with a kiss. My body shot forward, but he caught me by my hips. He tongued fuck my lower hole while massaging my pussy. I had no idea a feeling other than pain could grab a hold of me, but I never wanted to feel anything else but this.

“All of that was for you, Merci,” he whispered. “This round, though, is for me.”

“Motherfuckkkk!”

He entered me, with quick and short pumps. I could feel the heaviness of his balls as they slapped my clit. I never knew that was even possible, but he lived up to his got damn name. This man, the one that carried a brotherhood and community on his back, collapsed on top of me. I felt his tears run down my shoulder blade. He was tired. For once in his life, I think that was his way of saying he needed someone too.

“Hey, it’s okay,” I whispered, feeling him throb inside of me. He grunted, sat up, then removed himself. The abandoned spacewhere he once was greeted me with cool wind that caused me to shudder. I frowned then rolled over, watching him as he picked up his shorts. He sniffled and looked at me.

“Get some rest,” he muttered. “Lots to do tomorrow.”

“Truth, wait.” I grabbed the sheet and sat up, but it was pointless. He’d walked out and closed the door. Unbelievable. Un-fucking-believable. What the hell just happened?

“It was a mistake.”

I heard him speak as soon as he entered the kitchen. He cleared his throat, then lowered his head when I looked at him and rolled my eyes. Who the fuck says that after he pretty much forced me to be here and then fucked me? Hell, I thought he was gone. I’d hung out in my room most of the day, waiting and watching until I didn’t hear anything outside my door. His auntie, God bless her heart, lightly tapped on the door. I refused to face her or him. When hunger took over, I finally opened the door and on the floor was a tray with a covered dish. That was six hours ago, and I was starving again.

“Merci, shit happens.”

I scoffed because shit didn’t just happen. He came to where I was and took advantage of me. If this was what love was about, then keep it. Chelly’s dream was just that—her dream.

“Figures. Anyway.” He looked down at me with his jaws clenched. I was fully clothed, giving him no reason for him to stare, yet he did. When he refused to leave, I knew how to get him out of my face.

“So, you’re finally off duty from rescuing damsels you think are in distress? Have a few rumblers waiting for you? If so, you know you can leave. I hit Kane up. He’ll be here as soon as his shift is over.”

He said nothing, absolutely nothing as I stood there with my heart bleeding. I closed my eyes, tears filling my eyelids. I felt so stupid to the point my body was trembling. My life was falling apart from me being out of work to being shot at and the only person that made me feel like it would be okay was the one person that betrayed me.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

I went to leave when he wrapped his strong arms around me. I tried to push him away, but his ass wouldn’t budge. The feel of his firm arms around me, his chest against mine, his heart racing and the smell of bergamot drove me insane. “Shhhh.”

“I don’t need you telling me what to do, Truth.” With a forceful push, he released me. “I just need something to eat and then I need rest.”

“You sure that’s all you need?”

“Damn, your aunt said I was free to visit the kitchen. You want to control when I eat too?”

He dragged his hand down his mouth, his chocolate peepers barely opened and red. I could tell he hadn’t slept but neither had I, so fuck him.

“No, but I do want to be the kind of man you could trust.”

“Then give me something to fucking trust!” I belted, then punched him a few times until he gripped me by wrists. “Let me the fuck go, Truth.” My voice croaked as tears streamed down my face. I knew this wouldn’t work. Love simply wasn’t in the cards for me, and I was fine with that. Had been for the past thirteen years until he bulldozed his way into my life.

He shook his head as defeat settled inside of me. I wasn’t worth the attempt.

“Too late. You don’t trust me and you shouldn’t.” He tucked his lips. “Whatever you think about me and the Saints, it’s true. After this shit is over, you make sure Germ gets to that fucking art school,” he spoke, shocking the hell out of me.

“Hey, how did you know that? He told you?”

“Don’t matter. I’ll pay for it, too. If you don’t move the fuck on and take him with you, the next business to burn down will be Inkz . The only difference is that it won’t be a mystery who did it because it’ll be me. Run from me, Merci.” He lifted my chin and studied me, my chest heaving as he dragged the pad of his thumb across my lip.

He slipped it inside of my mouth, and without a second thought, I slowly sucked on it. I had no clue how the fuck he had me doing shit I’d never done before. When he turned me around and pushed my body against the island, I knew he was right. I had to get away from him, and Germ was coming too.

“Tell me no.” He grunted as I assumed the position, stretched across the countertop with my legs open wide. “Tell me.”

I could hear him unbuckling his belt. My pussy thumped with anticipation. I tooted my ass just enough when he yanked my shirt over my ass and lowered to his knees. When he ripped my panties off, I yelped.

“This pussy’s leaking, Mercilyn.” His breath washed over my center before his tongue swiped inside of my lower lips. “Fucking sweet.”

He stretched my lower globes apart and attacked my pussy. The feel of his beard between my legs, the warmth of his tongue and his huge hands gripping my thighs, allowed me to ride his mouth with ease. He smacked one ass cheek, and I yelped.

“Cum for me, Merci. Cum,” he whispered in between his tongue dipping inside of me. “So fucking sweet. You are, and I’m rotten to the fucking core. I’ll ruin your ass. As soon as you can, run from me and never look back.”

“Truth, please. Don’t do this to me... to us. I want it.”

“Naw. You don’t have to beg for this dick. I want you to have it. Remember, I said it was yours. Still is.”

He stood up, and with a forceful thrust, he entered me from behind. My walls welcomed his girth, and when he eased inside of me, I cried. Fuck, he had me crying for the dick.

“Being inside you is the only thing that’s keeping me sane right now. I’m sorry for saying that shit, but it’s true. Life’s fucked up for me.”

I heard his voice crack as his hands held me on each side of my waist. Pump after pump, he stretched me as his lips traveled up my back. He muttered how much of a piece of shit he was, how undeserving he was to even be in my presence. Crazily, I didn’t see it that way. Not anymore. He had a job to do. That was to protect his family at all costs.

“Merci, baby. I need you to cum for me. I need that shit, baby.” I obliged as I cried out when my body gave way. My walls pulsated and latched around his thick, heavy dick as it throbbed inside of me. For fuck’s sake, we were cumming at the same time. He quickly released me as my feet touched the floor. I looked around and there he stood with misty orbs.

“Truth?” I called his name even though I didn’t know what to say. I just knew I didn’t want him to abandon the idea of us. Sure, we’d just met, but we were connected in ways I never thought were even possible. The fact that he wanted Germ to attend art school spoke volumes. He was a man worth loving. I just needed him to see it, feel it. He didn’t though. I could tell when he looked down at the beautiful mess we’d made in his kitchen. My essence covered his dick that he quickly covered when he slid on his boxers then jeans. Just like that, it was over again.

“People die around us we love,” he whispered. “I can’t let that happen. When this is over, I mean it. Don’t fucking stick around. Do better, choose better. Trust me, that ain’t me.”

I couldn’t believe this man. He’d fucked me not once but twice then dumped me before we were even a thing. Where’s the family, love, and loyalty he so called pledge to live by? Damn him. He was a fucking coward who would kill for me but wouldn’t love me. What kind of sense did any of this make?

Chelly was wrong. If she were around, she’d see that Wally would turn out to be a piece of shit too. Men—they were full of shit, starting with Truth Saint.