Mercy: Second Chance Military Romance (27 page)

He probably had women sleeping with him on the first date or within ten minutes of meeting him. His hard body made me swoon, and I still hadn’t seen him completely. I remembered the sound of him coming on the phone, though, and that was hot.

When I made it to the main strip of shops in the center of campus, I approached the Ladies Night lingerie shop. Before I made it to the door, I saw Curtis approaching from the other way.
Should I slip into another store and come back later?
Too late.

“Haley!” he called out while raising his hand and walking over.

Are all the football players going to all up on my case now?

“Hey, Curtis. How’s your knee?”

“I thought you said you weren’t going to tell anyone what happened,” he hissed. “What’s your deal?”

“What do you mean? I didn’t tell anyone.”

“James said you told him.”

I shook my head.

“He’s lying to you, then.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, staring into my eyes.

“Yes, I’m sure,” I snapped. “I keep my word.”

“Then how did he find out? Why did he say that?”

“I’m not sure, but it sounds like he’s fucking with you.”

“If what happened got out, I’d be the laughing stock on campus.”

“It’s not really a big deal, Curtis.”
Poor choice of words?
“I mean, all that happened is you popped a boner while I was examining your knee.”

I stifled a laugh.

“It’s not funny,” he said, glancing around nervously. “Just don’t tell anyone, okay?”

I nodded, not saying a word.

“Okay, then. I’m trusting you.”

“You’re making a mountain out of a mole hill,” I said then giggled.

“That’s not funny,” he said. “My dick is normal-sized. I asked my doctor.”

“Uh-huh,” I said, nodding and smiling.

“Whatever,” he said. “I’d never be seriously interested in someone like you. No football player would be.”

Ouch. Why the hell is he getting so mean?

“Are you done?” I asked, pretending his words didn’t affect me at all.

“Just don’t say anything, okay?”

“Don’t threaten me, Curtis.”

“I’m not threatening you.”

“Sounds like it to me. Veiled threats.” I looked him dead in the eyes. “I’ll not tell anyone your dick is average-sized. Your secret is safe with me.”

“Fuck you,” he said then walked past me as if I didn’t even exist.

Fucking prick
, I thought as I opened the door to Ladies Night.

Inside, the aroma of sugar, spice and everything nice hit my nose immediately. I hadn’t bought a special pair of panties in a long time, but I’d pretty much decided I would sleep with James if he wanted me, at least once. He probably didn’t even want me.

“Can I help you?” a woman no older than me asked.

“I’m just browsing,” I said. “But I am going to buy something.”

She smiled.

“You’re fine.”

As she walked away, I browsed the various lace panties, looking for something to drive him wild when he laid eyes on them. I wondered how many women he had been with over the years. Was I just another conquest for him? Maybe sleeping with him would turn into a mistake?

I settled on a nice pair of dark blue panties. The entire front was lace, which would give him a teaser view.
Shit, I should shave for tonight
, I thought as I took them up to the counter. After paying for them, I went outside and placed the bag in my backpack before heading to class.

On my way, nervousness and joy mixed themselves together in my mind with my body reacting appropriately. No matter what happened, I deserved a night of fun with a hot hunk, the star of the football team. I smiled to myself when I reached the Medical Sciences building.

Inside, the hustle and bustle of all the other students didn’t affect me in the least. I walked through the crowd with only one thing on my mind – letting a powerful and hot man have his way with me later that night.
Am I a slut for wanting him so bad?

I pushed that thought away as I found a seat in the lecture hall near the back. Paying attention would be difficult, but I had to focus. My number one goal was to get a degree and find a good job after graduation. Within ten years, I would open my own sports medicine practice.

That was the plan. James would be a simple sidetrack, something enjoyable but nothing to take seriously. After he had me once, he would act like most men with his good looks and go away, on to the next one.
Fucking men
, I thought then giggled.
I enjoy fucking men
.

Class started, and I found it difficult to concentrate on the day’s lesson, which happened to be about treating men with testicle injuries. The pictures used for the lecture did not make it easy for me to keep my mind off James. His dick sticking out of his pants flashed through my thoughts.

So fine.

TEN

Haley

Eight o’clock on the dot, I heard a knock on the door. After downing the last of my second glass of wine, I stashed the empty glass behind the couch.

On the way over to the door, I pulled my pink tee-shirt down, wondering if it was too tight. Would he think I was a slut enhancing my breasts?

I took a deep breath then unlocked the door. Trying to act cool, I opened it. James stood on the porch wearing jeans and a red Buffalo State sweatshirt.

“Can I come in? It’s getting chilly out here.”

“Sure.” I unlocked the screen door. “Come in.”

He opened it and walked inside, brushing against my breasts as he passed.

OMG!

“Tabby’s not here, is she?”

“No,” I said as I closed the door and locked it. “She’s gone for the rest of the night. Well, until midnight or one, but I don’t think you’re going to be here that late.”

“I’m not, am I?”

He flashed me a view of those perfectly white and straight teeth. How was it possible for one man to be so right in so many different ways?

“We’ll see.”

I stepped forward and stumbled, crashing into him. He reached out and put his arm around me as I steadied myself.

“You been drinking tonight?”

“Just a glass of wine,” I admitted. “I’m tired. It’s been a long day. Did you want to talk about something? Your football career?”

“Nah, I was just playing, but I wanted to see you and hang out.”

“How about a game of Madden? If I stomp your ass, you owe me something special.”

“And if I beat you?”

“I’ll give you something special.”

“I don’t get to pick?”

I shook my head.

“Game?”

“Let’s do this,” he said, dropping his arm.

We walked over to the couch and sat down next to each other. I grabbed the remote control and switched over to the PS3 screen.

“Were you playing earlier?” he asked, nodding at the controllers on the glass and steel coffee table in front of us.

“Yeah, I was practicing, but just a little.”

“Uh oh, Haley’s got some game.”

“I do,” I said, picking up one of the controllers.

He grabbed the other. I felt his leg pressed against mine as we sat so close to each other.

“I’m totally going to kick your ass,” I said.

“We’ll see about that.”

“By the way, I ran into Curtis today.”

“Yeah?”

“Uh-huh. On campus. He said you told him I said something about him?”

I turned to see a grin slide onto his perfectly proportioned face.

“Was he mad?” he asked, turning his head to look at me.

“Not when I told him I didn’t tell you.”

“Now I want to know even more.”

“I bet you do,” I said, turning back to the television and hitting play. “Game on.”

“Bring it.”

We picked our teams and players, chatting as if we’d been friends for years already. All the while, I kept thinking about the dark blue lace panties I had on under my sweat pants. Would he like them? Hopefully, he wouldn’t keep them on me long.

I’d even picked up a three-pack of condoms in case he didn’t bring any of his own. His reputation as a sexual conquistador included the fact he always had a couple on him, but I didn’t want to take any chances. After sleeping with him, I’d be able to get back to my life.

Between studying and work, I had no time for messing around with a man, especially not one as high-maintenance as James. Nearly every other woman wanted to be with him, and I didn’t look forward to keeping him entertained so he didn’t stray.

“Take that!” he said, twisting in his seat as he expertly used the control.

I hope his hands and fingers are just as skilled at other things!

“You’re an amateur,” I said, trash talking like the best of them. “This isn’t real football.”

“You can say that again.”

“This isn’t real football,” I repeated then elbowed him lightly.

He laughed.

“You’re funny.”

“That’s it?” I asked, wanting to get past the games to the main event of the evening.

“What do you mean? This some kind of trick to beat me at Madden? The stakes are high.”

“I’m just saying we can stop playing the game and do something else.”

He rested his hands on his legs and turned to look at me.

“Yeah?”

I nodded. He set the controller on the coffee table and turned his body to face me. The tension in the room rose as the fake crowd from the video game cheered us on.

One hand on my waist, he moved in to kiss me on the lips. I sighed as his mouth pressed against mine. His tongue slid in, swirling around mine.
OMG. He’s a good kisser.

While we kissed, I felt his strong hand slide under my sweatshirt. His fingers found my breasts, squeezing them. I loved the feel of his rough skin against my nipples.

I broke away, staring into his eyes.

“Let’s go in my bedroom.”

He removed his hand and stood up. As I got to my feet, I marveled at his physique. And he hadn’t even taken his clothes off yet.

I took his hand in mine and led him from the living room and down a hallway. At the end, my bedroom, I opened the door and went inside.

Before I had a chance to apologize for the non-existent mess, he turned me around with those strong arms and kissed me again. I thought I would faint.

He lifted my sweatshirt off, exposing my bare breasts. A moment later, his lips were sucking on my nipples, making them even harder. I stepped back.

“Take your clothes off.”

A smile spread over his face as he stripped out of the jeans and sweatshirt. With each part of his body exposed, I became more excited.

“You too,” he said, nodding at my pants.

I undid them then turned to slide them down my legs, sticking my ass out in the process. He grabbed and squeezed.

“Nice panties.”

As I turned around, I smiled. He stood in front of me completely naked, his body a damn near perfect specimen of the human male at his prime. My eyes wandered between his legs.

He grabbed his cock at the base and twirled it around.

“You can suck if you want. Most women do.”

“I’m not most women,” I said coyly.

“That’s a good thing”

I stepped forward. He let go of his limp dick and put his arms around my waist. My bare breasts pressed against his rock hard chest.

We kissed again, this time even more passionately. I wrapped my thin fingers around his thick cock, marveling at the size as his tongue darted into my mouth.

I sucked on his tongue as I stroked him. His dick got harder in my hands. After a few moments, he stepped forward, moving me toward the bed.
This is it.

School, my dreams, everything else faded away as I sat down on the edge of my bed, the neatly covered mattress sinking slightly. He dropped to his knees and forced my legs apart.

Moans moved from my mouth through the air to his ears. He kissed my inner thighs, moving back and forth from one to the other.
Do it already!

He glanced up at me, grinning as he kissed to the left and right of my pussy lips, not making contacting directly, which drove me wild.

I closed my eyes and threw my head back for a moment, the anticipation building up to intolerable levels.
Why won’t he just start already?

When his tongue finally made contact with my pussy, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Nothing else mattered as he licked, kissed and nibbled.