Mercy: Second Chance Military Romance (36 page)

“James…”

Our bodies fell into a natural rhythm as I penetrated her repeatedly. Her pussy, so tight and wet, fit me like a fucking glove. Even with the condom, my body tingled as I rushed toward an orgasm. She stared directly into my eyes.

By the look on her face and the squeals of delight coming from her mouth, she was feeling good too. I tried to blank out my mind to last even longer. Unlike a lot of the women I fucked around with, I cared about her feeling good too.

I moved my hands up her back, pulling her down and pressing her breasts against my chest. She kissed my lips as I slid in and out of her.

Seeing her face full of ecstasy, I said, “I love you.”

Her eyes opened wider.

“Oh, James. I love you so much.”

The minor verbal communication made the experience better as she cried out in pleasure. I felt her pussy squeezing my dick tightly as her whole body shook.

“Yes, baby,” I cooed, loving her O-face.

She didn’t slow down, still bouncing up and down on my dick. I thrust up when she came down, pushing even deeper inside her as my own orgasm approached.

I stared into her hazel eyes. The entire universe suddenly made sense, at least for that particular moment in time. My mind and body were hers.

“Come for me, baby.”

Unable to stop what was happening as the pressure built up, I let myself go, grabbing her hips and thrusting deep inside her one final time as I came.

She smiled down at me, looking so peaceful and pretty. The intense pleasure had peaked, but every inch of my body felt wonderful.

“Come here,” I said, pulling her down.

I kissed those magic lips of her, never wanting to leave her warm, wet pussy. Not ever.

“It keeps getting better,” she said.

“Right?”

She climbed off me. I took the condom off and dropped it to the floor as she laid down next to me on the bed, her silky hair touching my chest.

I held her tight, running my hand up and down her back.

“Can we talk?” she asked quietly.

Uh oh. This can’t be good.

“Sure. What’s on your mind?”

“Oh, I don’t know, but it seems all we ever talk about is football or fucking.”

I laughed.

“You’re so silly sometimes.”

“I’m serious,” she said, head resting on my chest. “Did you mean what you said?”

“That I love you?”

She broke away and propped herself up with an elbow while watching my face intently.

“Yeah.”

“I do,” I said. “So much.”

I leaned forward and gave her a peck on the lips.

“I’ve just been thinking about my future, you know?”

“Sure. I do the same thing, although I have most of it planned out.”

“Me too, but it’s different now, right? I mean, we’re in a relationship. Is that going to mess up my plans of becoming a Nurse Practitioner?”

“I hope not. I’ll support anything you want to do.”

“What about you, though?”

I sighed.

“Wow. These are some deep thoughts.”

“I know, but we can’t keep pretending we’re not thinking them.”

“Yeah…” I rolled over on my side, facing her. “How do you feel about getting our own place next semester? That could be a good next step.”

“Are you serious? I’m so tired of Tabby.”

“Me too,” I said. “Me too.”

The rest of the evening, we hung out together, talking and getting to know each other better. She told me a funny story about chasing an ice cream truck when she was in the fifth grade. I let her know about the first time I played with a football.

Beyond the random facts from our past, we opened up to each other in a way we had never done before. Was it because we had said those three special words? Or was it just a natural progression of our relationship?

I had no idea, but I liked it.

TWENTY-FIVE

Haley

When I returned home the next morning, I found Tabby sitting in my recliner crying.
What now?
I thought, not wanting to deal with her after such a great night.

She glanced up as I walked over.

“You’re in my seat.”

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she pouted.

“I’m…I’m…I’m fine…”

“Obviously you’re not. What’s going on? I need to get to class.”

“Go ahead,” she sobbed. “I know I’m not important to you.”

I sighed.

“If you’re not going to tell me what’s wrong, I’m leaving.”

“It’s James…he threatened me and stuff.”

“And stuff? What are you talking about? You were harassing him, weren’t you?”

“No, I told you I had nothing to do with it, but he sent me a nasty email last night.”

“James was with me last night.”

“The whole night?”

“No,” I said.

“See! I’m telling you he raped me.”

Another round of tears fell from her eyes. They appeared real, but it was hard to tell with her.

“I’ll call him now, but I’m sure he didn’t do anything to you.”

“He’s not going to admit it,” she complained.

“Maybe not, but I know him well enough to tell if he’s lying to me or not.”

She sniffed twice then wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

I pulled out my phone and called James. He answered on the second ring.

“Hey, beautiful. You missing me already?”

“No,” I said, not knowing how to bring up the accusation. “Where were you last night?”

“What do you mean? I was with you last night. You don’t remember?”

“I remember, but did you sneak out or something?”

“Um, no. Why are you asking?”

“It’s nothing,” I lied. “I’ll call you later, okay? I need to take care of something.”

“What’s going on?”

“I’ll talk to you later.”

“Okay then…”

I ended the call then turned my attention to Tabby. While I believed James, I had never seen my roommate so upset before. Maybe she was attacked by someone else and thought it was James? If something had happened, we needed to report it.

“Come on,” I said, offering her my hand.

She took it and stood.

“Are we going into your room to cuddle?”

My eyes scrunched up.

“What? No. We’re going to report the attack.”

“No, I don’t want to get the police involved. I’ll be okay.”

“See…” I shook my head. “I knew you were making this up. You’re sick.”

“I’m not making it up,” she said, the waterworks starting again.

“Fine. We need to report it then.”

“I’m afraid, Haley.”

“I’ll go with you,” I said. “If we don’t report it, he may attack someone else.”

“I don’t know…”

“Let’s go. I don’t have all day.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Look, if you were really attacked last night, you need to report it.”

She frowned, worry wrinkles appearing all over her face.

“Let me grab my backpack and brush my teeth.”

“You didn’t do it at his house?”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but no, I don’t have any of my things over there yet.”

“Yet? Are you moving out on me? I don’t have anywhere to go.”

“Calm down, okay? I’m not sure if I even believe you with the other lies lately, but I’ll go with you to report it to the police.”

As she sat down to wait for me, I rushed to my bedroom to get a fresh set of clothes.

* * *

She dragged her feet as we approached the front of the campus police station, a single-story tan brick building. I turned to face her.

“Come on, Tabby. This is the right thing to do.”

“I’m not important enough to report what happened.”

I grabbed her hand and dragged her to the glass door. After opening it, I waited for her to shuffle inside. Part of me hated myself for being so cold and mean, but I wasn’t sure if she was telling the truth or not. Something was up, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

Inside the lobby, a bored officer behind a desk looked up.

“How can I help you?”

“My friend needs to report a rape,” I said.

He looked from me to her.

“When did this happen?”

“The other night,” she said then burst into tears.

“I found her crying at our apartment.” I turned to her. “Didn’t you say it happened last night?”

“I was wrong. I’m confused.”

“I’ll need to ask you some questions,” the officer said then turned to a computer on the desk and tapped at the keyboard.

“Where did it happen? On campus?”

“Yes,” Tabby said in a quiet voice.

“Can you describe the attacker?”

Tabby turned and made eye contact with me. I shook my head.

“He was big, and muscular, but I didn’t see his face.”

“White? Black? Asian?” the officer asked without looking up.

He’s even colder than me
, I thought.
Maybe I should give Tabby the benefit of the doubt
.

“I don’t know,” Tabby said, still sobbing.

“Do you need medical attention?”

“No, I just want to go!”

Tabby spun around and stepped toward the door.

“Hold on, miss,” the officer said.

“I can’t,” she cried then opened the door and left.

He looked up at me, his face full of confusion.

“I can give you her name. We just wanted to report it. I’m not sure what’s wrong with her.”

“Okay,” he said, turning to the computer.

I gave him her name, age, our address and other information.

“Be careful tonight,” he said after we finished. “I’ll ask for more patrols tonight.”

“They need to fix some of those lights on the trails, too,” I added.

“We don’t have anything to do with that maintenance, but I agree with you.”

“Thank you, officer.”

“Here’s my card. Call me if something else happens. She didn’t give us a lot to work with.”

“I know,” I said, feeling bad as I took the card. “Thank you.”

“Just doing my job, ma’am.”

Did he just call me ma’am? How old do I look? Ugh
.

I waved then walked outside, expecting to see Tabby. She was nowhere in sight. Instead of rushing off to find her, I went to class a bit early. James sent a text on the walk over, but I didn’t answer. I wasn’t sure of anything anymore.

TWENTY-SIX

Haley

After classes, I rushed to the apartment to check on Tabby. She was sulking on the couch when I walked in.

“You okay?” I asked as I set my backpack down near the door.

“No,” she said. “I’m afraid to go out.”

“You should call off work for the night.”

“I already did. They don’t believe me either.”

“What did they say?”

“They’re giving me the day off, but they laughed at me. I’m about to lost my job there, I think.”

“You can’t let that happen,” I said. “If I move out at the end of the semester…”

She stood up and cut me off, saying, “Don’t move out on me. Please. Not now.”

“We both know this isn’t working out. You’re a good friend, and I don’t want to end up hating you because we lived together too long.”

I rubbed her arm a moment.

“Did you remember any other details?”

“It was the night you went to the nerds in armor thing at the park with James. I said I saw him go into a tent with someone else, but…it was me. He raped me that night while his drunk friends watched, laughed, and cheered him on.”

She stared into my eyes, showing no signs of lying.

“That doesn’t sound like James or his friends.”

“You don’t believe me either, do you?”

She sat down on the couch, putting her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands.

“Well, at first you told me one story, and now you’re telling me another. I’m not sure what to believe, Tabby.”

I sat next to her and put my hand on her back.

“You’re going to be okay,” I said.