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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  About the Author

  Other Books

  For every woman who has had her heart broken.

  You are stronger than you think.

  There are very few things that I hate in life. One of them just so happens to be visits with my mother. Well, not seeing my mother, I love seeing my mother…it’s the visits like…this. When she turns into a hot mess of Kleenex and begging for the Captain Morgan as I explain to her over and over how I’m fine and that I turned out normal. For the most part, anyways.

  You see, my dad walked out on us when I was about three or four years-old. Something about “things to do, people to see.” I believe that was translation for “things to see, people to do and the wife and kid are a huge ball and chain.” I haven’t seen hide nor hair from him since that day. When I was about seventeen I did ask my mom if she had any pictures of him, just so that I could see what he looked like. Turns out she had just one tucked away for the day I should ever ask to see him. I can see why she fell for him. He was a nice looking man, bright gray eyes, dark hair, and nicely built. She was such a sucker for the eyes, body, and sweet words. Now look at her, more than twenty-five years later and here we are.

  She goes into these slumps, little spurts of depression that leave her feeling hopeless, unable to climb from the bed, and clinging to a bottle of Morgan while slewing nonsense at me. She’s been crying for an hour now. Looking up at me lovingly as she pushes my dark hair from my eyes. All while I’ve been doing everything that I possibly can to not only calm her down but to keep myself sane.

  “Never let some man destroy you, Mercy,” she weeps.

  I give her a woeful nod as I rub at my temples.

  “That Trenton is bad news,” she tells me, having a swig of the pop that I’ve insisted has rum, even though I’ve left it out for her own good.

  I rub my hand down my face. Here were go again. Trenton, my fling, my boyfriend, whatever you want to call him. Let’s just say since my mother hates my dad my mother hates men…all men. I’ll be the first to admit that most of the men in my life have screwed me over, starting with my father, but I don’t hate all men. I haven’t gotten to that point yet and I hope I never do. I can’t see myself, sitting on the couch, getting drunk in the middle of the afternoon because I’ve dared to let some man walk all over me. Besides, I like sex too much. Probably too much.

  I’m at least trying and not giving up on love completely. Trenton and I met last year, a short spell after my twenty-ninth birthday. We’ve been “together” a year and while I probably admit I have put far more into the “relationship” than he has, I can’t say that I have any complaints. Well, none that I would ever say to his face, anyways. There are only so many ways to tell your man that he might be lacking in a department that you wish he wasn’t lacking in. Oh well, you can’t win every battle.

  I glance at the time. I’ve been here two hours already and while I don’t want to leave her like this, I have to. I need to check back in at work and make sure the place hasn’t burned down. I own and manage a store called Tangled Web. It’s a hybrid cyber café, coffee shop, and book store. It’s been a surprising success the past year and constantly stays busy. I’m not complaining by any means and certainly don’t regret the long hours, but it doesn’t run itself. I always feel horrible when I have to leave her, but I do have a business to run. She gives me the pitiful stare down as I can tell that she’s seen me glancing at the time.

  “Do you have to go?” She questions, woefully.

  “Mom, I really don’t want to, but I am working today and I was only supposed to take an hour for lunch,” I explain. “Why don’t you stop by, have some coffee, and check out the new books.”

  She gives her head a shake as gulps down the last of the pop. She places her hand to my cheek for a moment and gives me a bright and surprising smile. “Mercy, never give too much of your heart to a man. He is, after all, just a dick and you can buy those nowadays.”

  I let out a long sigh as I give her a nod. You might be able to buy a dick nowadays but you can’t buy tongues. My mother. What can I do?

  “Mercy, just listen to me,” she says, “Don’t get too involved with Trenton. He’s bad news.”

  I look up at her and I feel my lips begin to tug down at the corners. See, that’s the problem. After being with him for a year, I have gotten a little too involved with Trenton. A little too much compared to what he’s given, and while I did say I had no real complaints, I guess I do have a second one. You see…I’ve fallen for Trenton. Ugh. What a mess.

  I guess I shouldn’t beat around the bush. Me and men, we have this love/hate relationship going. All of my ex’s are complete assholes. So, when I met Trenton, it wasn’t supposed to be anything but sex. Sex and nothing but sex. We both agreed to it and that was the deal. But after a year of sex my stupid ass has done the worst thing possible. I have fallen for him and somehow he’s managed to steal some part, no matter how insignificant it may be, of my heart. So, while it may just be sex for him and while it was supposed to only be sex for me, it’s becoming more. I’m catching…feelings. If I would have known the trouble fucking him would cause, I would have ran. Damn men. Damn Trenton and those blue eyes. Damn them all to hell.

  I let out a sigh and my mother gives me a pat on my shoulder. She’s not stupid. She knows I’ve fallen for Trenton. What she doesn’t know is, that was never a part of our agreement.

  “You should get back to work, Mercy,” my mom tells me, “you don’t want those employees of yours burning the whole place down.”

  I let out a mocking little laugh, “Good point. Are you sure that you’re okay, mom?”

  She gives me a nod. “You know me, I always spring back up,” she smiles. “I just don’t want to see you end up like me, Mercy. Your father crushed me. You’re too special to let any man treat you the way your father did, the way your ex’s did. You have to know that you deserve more.”

  I purse my lips. I will be the first to admit that I don’t want to end up like my mother, either. I want to have a life, I want to be successful and I certainly don’t want some man controlling me or bringing me down to a crazed depressed state. I stand up and lean down to give her a tight hug, “I love you, mom.”

  She gives me a good squeeze, “I love you, too. Remember, what I said.”

  I give her a nod as I show myself out. It’s kind of hard to forget things like this.

  By the time I get back to Tangled Web, the lunch crowd has died down a bit. I’ve been reassured that everything ran smoothly except for a thirty minute gap where the internet went down. Which is easy enough to deal with. The store is still standing and it’s spotless, which is an even nicer surprise. It means that closing clean-up will go well for Austin, my closing manager, tonight. He’ll at least appreciate that.

  “Mercy,” I hear a voice behind me.

  I turn to see Austin grinning, “That Trenton guy is here, he’s waiting in your office,” he tells me. “We told him we weren’t sure how long you’d be out but he insisted on waiting.”

  I give him nod and begin trailing down the hallway, just past the bathroom and straight to my office. Trenton is kicked back in my chair with his feet up on my desk. His bright blue eyes smile at me as he flashes me his set of perfect and bright white teeth. I shut the door behind me and he wastes no time at making his way to me. He’s quick, he’s always quick. I feel my body being pinned against the wall. He knows be
tter. I don’t play that way. I push him away and give him a spin as I hold him to the wall.

  “What are you doing here?” I ask. “I thought you had to work.”

  “I did,” he tells me, wrapping his arms around me, “I needed a little taste of you.” He pulls me closer and I feel his hard cock is already beginning to strain at his jeans.

  I pull back a little bit, “You know I don’t play here.”

  “Oh God, Mercy,” he pulls me in and hold me in place, “It’d be so fucking hot.” I feel his hand slip down rubbing my pussy through my own jeans. “You lying on the desk, my face buried in this glorious pussy.” He gives his lips a lick as he starts to rub a little harder, making me want to give in.

  I grab his hand and give my head a firm shake. “I don’t do that in any place like this.” I shoot him a dirty look, “You fucking know better.”

  “Christ, you’re fucking hot when you’re pissed.” He smiles, those bright blue eyes of his making my knees half buckle.

  I look up at him and I take a breath. If we’re going to continue doing what we do and how we do it, Trenton has to know what’s happening. He deserves to know that I’m beginning to feel more than I should. More than I ever wanted. I bite down on my lip and toss my hair from my eyes.

  “Trenton, we’ve been doing this for a year,” I say, “and I think you have the right to know that for the past few months I have been…” I stop myself and let out a breath.

  “You’ve been what?” He questions, reaching for my breasts.

  I bat his hands away and shake my head. “Falling for you,” I admit. “I know it’s a lot to take in. Especially after we both agreed to never having any strings attached. Period. But, we’ve been at this for a year, Trenton. We had to know this was a possibility.” I let my head drop. I feel so defeated.

  He can do what he wants. Whatever he does, I’m ready for it. If he wants to go his way and I go mine, then so be it. If he has feelings too then…well, I don’t know what will happen. I’m not one to be in situations like this, I haven’t been in a few years and I prefer it that way. But, here I am, telling a man that I’ve been fucking for the past year that I’m falling for him. Damn me all to hell. It’s my own fault. I should have never let this go on for more than a month.

  I feel Trenton’s fingers under my chin as he lifts my face and makes my eyes meet his. He’s smiling. Wide, bright, and beautiful. His eyes are crinkling at the corners and there’s something in both his eyes and his smile that makes me feel a little bit better about what I’ve just told him. I release a breath that I was holding and Trenton presses his lips to mine briefly. He smiles again, “Why don’t you come by my place when you get off work? We’ll talk and have a little date.”

  I think things over. Things certainly sound promising. It doesn’t seem like he’s upset by what I just told him. One step at a time I suppose. Finally, I give him a nod. “Give me a few hours and I’ll be by.”

  He plants his lips softly to mine one last time before trailing from my office. I wrap my arms around myself for a moment. For some reason, even though he reacted well, I get the feeling that I’m digging my own grave.

  Before, Trenton and I were all about sex. So, for me, coming to his apartment it meant that we would fuck, I would shower, and then go home. There was nothing more than sex. We’ve hung out a few times, but it always ended the same.

  So now pulling into a parking spot in front of his apartment complex after what I had just told him feels a little strange. So strange in fact that I have contemplated turning around and just going home. I could just send him a text that I would talk to him later and I that had to go home for…I could make something up. But, as strange as it is, here I am walking up the steps to his apartment building. I’m nervous and feeling completely stupid that I’ve dared to let myself have feelings for him. Maybe this is proof that I hold out hope because I do want more one day.

  When I reach Trenton’s floor, I’m shocked to see there’s a note stuck to his door. With any luck he’s had to go somewhere, I’ll go home and we’ll both just forget about what I said, but no. The note, in his messy chicken scratch, reads: Mercy, come in!

  I take one deep breath and find myself entering without a second thought. The lights are off but his entire apartment is lit by candle light. It’s a sweet but unusual touch for Trenton and now I can’t help but to wonder if he doesn’t mind that I’m starting to have feelings for him.

  “Trenton,” I call out, shutting the door behind me.

  “Lock the door, Mercy,” I hear him order.

  I look around briefly but do as he says. I turn and make my way past the kitchen to follow where his voice came from. There, under the flicker of the candle light in his living room, is a completely naked Trenton. His perfectly chiseled body is sitting casually on the couch, with his arms spread across the top of the back rest. His feet are planted on the ground in a wide stance, putting his cock on display. He’s been waiting for me. I smile and drop my purse by the couch.

  “And, just what if I wouldn’t have shown up?” I ask, teasingly.

  He gives me a cocky grin, “Like you would ever pass up the chance at this.”

  “I didn’t know any of this was waiting for me,” I tell him.

  I tug off my jacket and toss it to the floor as I make my way in front of him and hit my knees. I take his cock in my hand, giving it a few strokes. He lets out a breath as I use my saliva to make my up and down movements as smooth as possible. He groans happily as I twist my hand up and down the full length of his cock. It’s quickly hardened at my touch and standing on its own, making my mouth water.

  Trenton looks down at me and gives me a sly little grin. I know what he likes. After you spend a year fucking you tend to learn the likes and dislikes. Trenton is a man who likes to just dive right in. Unfortunately with me, that’s too fucking bad and I’m always the one in control.

  I take the head of his cock in my mouth slowly, making him toss his head back as a deep moan escapes from him suddenly. I open my mouth and relax my throat as I push his dick to the back of my throat and back out slowly, taking my sweet time as I do. I feel his hips slide up to meet my mouth as he lets out another groan and reaches for a handful of my hair. I deep throat him again, enjoying the sounds I induce as he bucks his hips off the couch. He holds tightly to my hair, daring me to pull his cock out of my mouth as I finally give in and stop the teasing. I apply more pressure with my lips and begin bobbing my head faster, shoving him to the back of my throat and out again repeatedly. He lets out a loud groan, followed by a hard tug to my hair. Now, I can tell he’s getting close. Trenton always was a one-minute man. I get a good taste of his pre-come on my tongue as I slip him in my mouth and out once more.

  He gives my hair another tug, “Mercy,” he exhales.

  My cue to stop before he actually comes. I stand up, quickly stripping my own clothes as he gives his cock a tug. He’s expecting me to ride him, but at the rate he’s going, I’d never get mine. As soon as I place my bare ass up on the back rest of his couch, he lets out a less than pleased growl.

  “Not so fast big boy,” I tell him, guiding him between my legs. “Last time I had to finish myself. Not happening again.”

  He kneels on the couch cushions as I grab his head and yank it towards my perfectly waxed pussy. Usually Trenton needs guidance so I’m pleasantly surprised when he immediately leans in and licks the full length of my slit. It’s enough for me to tighten my grip on him and let a little moan slip past my own lips.

  He gives me another full lick and he finds my clit, probing it with his tongue. I dig my fingers in his scalp unable to control myself. “Put your fingers in me,” I command.

  I look down as he wets a few fingers with my own juices, letting them slowly penetrate me as his tongue goes flat and soft as it laps at my clit. I feel my own hips raising to meet both his mouth and his fingers as Trenton places his free hand on my legs, spreading me wider for him.

  I begin to pant as I pu
sh on his head. A loud moan slips past my lips as I feel him pulling away. I try to protest and yank him forward but he gives his head a shake. He always does this shit. If it wasn’t for being so damned hot right now, I’d be pissed and he’d be back where he was. He sits back on the couch, taking his cock in his hand and gives me a little nod.

  I slide off the back rest and straddle him as I help guide his penis into my hot and dripping wet pussy. My pussy is throbbing and I immediately thrust him into me. He tilts his head back, groaning with satisfaction as I begin working him in and out of me. I push down a little harder each time I guide him deep inside me, letting out a moan myself as I let my fingers begin rubbing my clit.

  Trenton’s breathing is already becoming ragged as I work my hips a little harder and faster, and I can already tell he’s wanting to come. I slow my pace, refusing to let him come before I can. He lets out a deep moan, “Fuck, Mercy.”

  I shake my head, as I bury his cock within my wet folds. I work my clit vigorously as Trenton grabs onto my hips trying to guide me to a pace that he wants. I refuse to cave in as I maintain control and build myself up to orgasm. I feel my legs begin to shake, my breathing increases and my upper body begins to tremble.

  Trenton recognizes my actions as he takes over rubbing my clit as I bounce on his cock, making sure to push him in as deep as he’ll reach. “That’s it Mercy…” he breathes, “come baby.”

  For some reason his urgings push me over the edge as my body shudders with an orgasm. I drive my hips down, making his cock fill me as I slowly ride out my climax.

  Trenton grabs for my hips, “God, you’re fucking sexy.” He groans as now I begin giving him exactly what he wants. I drive his throbbing cock in and out of me making him grab onto me as he moans.