Page 9 of No Mercy

“Is that all?” I sneered. “There are jobs and schools everywhere.” Her cute little mouth tightened. The fire in her eyes became brighter. “What about your love life?”

“That’s none of your fucking business,” she said with anger, her tits moving with her heavy breathing. “Now, either we sit down and talk like grown adults on how to handle this situation with our son, or you can get the hell out.”

The slightest quiver of her bottom lip was the only tell-tale sign that she was about to lose it, and by lose it, I meant cry. In spite of that she was holding her own, facing off with me and putting down her foot. She was like a tigress where Sam was concerned, and that made me feel fucking good. It showed me that she’d been a good mother to our son. I grinned. I liked her spunk. And because this was about Sam, I’d let her get away with it this time.

“There’s nothing to discuss, baby.” Why did I feel like I was beating a dead horse? We just kept going round and round. Guess it was time to put my own foot down and remind Allie who she was dealing with. She should have known that she could never win against me. “This is how it’s going to be. BK and Big John will help you pack up your shit and put it on a truck with my bike. You and Sam will drive back to Maine in the truck with me.”

“Your brothers came with you?”

“You know we never travel alone.” I began to laugh when I saw her expression change to one of concern. “Sweetheart, I don’t need any help in handling you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“I wasn’t thinking that. I’ve been on my own for a long time. I don’t need handling.”

“Then maybe what you need is a good fuck.” Oh, she didn’t like that. Her pretty peaches and cream complexion turned a few deep shades of red. “You seem a little tense, baby.”

She took a deep breath. “Leave it to you to turn this into sex, Rock. I see nothing has changed. Is that all you ever think about? You don’t know what I need and you’re a-an asshole!” Allie was so mad she was visibly trembling.

“You forget that I know you, baby. You like sex almost as much as I do, especially after a good fight.” I knew that I was baiting her, trying to see how far I could push her before she jumped off the edge and threw herself at me in a fit of rage. My dick jumped at the thought of having her curves against it.

“Correction, Rock--” I could practically see the waves of anger rolling off her. “Youknewme.” There was satisfaction in her snarky tone. A second later she was pivoting toward the kitchen. “I’m hungry.”

Just as she reached out for the refrigerator door handle the doorbell rang. She switched directions in one smooth motion, but I reached the front door first. I peered through the peep hole and ground my teeth together. When Allie made a move to open the door I grabbed her wrist and slammed her up against it. She caught her breath sharply, mouth open and a question in her eyes. I took in her reaction for a second before slamming my mouth down on hers.

She stiffened, but I ignored it, crushing my weight against hers and demanding that she give me what I wanted. Her hands came up to push me away. I reached up and grabbed her pony tail at the top, twisting the length of hair around my hand to hold her in place. She whimpered beneath my mouth and I knew her sound of pleasure from memory, and I thrust my tongue inside like I wanted to thrust my dick into her body. My dick was about to pound through my pants, and I dry humped her lower belly, groaning low. Another moan escaped her, coupled with her fingers clenching into my shirt and chest.

The pain her sharp nails inflicted jacked up my libido. Allie should have known better. Pain turned me the fuck on, and my hand found its way to her tits. I squeezed one and pinched the nipple hard, feeling her submit to me in the wild and needy way that was all her. No other woman matched her passion or the depths of greedy need that I knew was holding her captive.

The doorbell rang again and I pulled back with a low groan, capturing the wildness reflected in her gaze. We were both breathing heavy. Allie was flushed with warmth, more than just desire stamped on her face. I could feel her hard little nipples digging into me as sharply as her nails. Her mouth was swollen and glistening. Primal satisfaction surged through me as I noted the just- fucked look she had going on. I took the necessary step back, pulling the band holding her pony tail with me so that she was left with a thick halo of mussed hair.

“Someone’s at the door,” I said smugly, her wild hair begging for me to lose my hands in it.

She pulled herself together quickly, giving me a hate-filled glare that only amused the fuck out of me. “Asshole!” she whispered harshly, shoving me out of the way and opening the door.

I watched her crestfallen expression carefully.

“Tom!”

“I decided to quit work early, doll.” There was eager enthusiasm in his voice. “More time…to spend with… you… and Sam.” Each word lost strength. Dead silence followed, and I could just imagine his gaze taking in her dishevelment. Allie’s face turned soft with guilt. “What’s going on?” His tone implied that he was frowning now. “You, ah, look−”

“Oh, Tom,” Allie shot me a look of daggers, knowing now why I’d kissed her so thoroughly. “I’m so sorry! I forgot you were coming over tonight. Sam’s decided to spend the night at Becky’s, and I, ah, have to take care of something that came up.”

“Something came up?” He asked slowly. “So that explains why you look like you just crawled out of bed?”

“Oh, Tom,” Allie stepped closer to him, heavy regret in her tone. “It’s not what you think−”

“And just what do I think?” He’d gone from confusion to hurt, to anger.

I decided to make my presence known by pulling the door back all the way so that I could make eye contact with Tom. “I’m the fucking something that came up.”

“Tom−” Allie put her hand on his arm, drawing his attention back to her. “This is Sam’s dad, Rock. He, ah, showed up today to see him.”

Tom’s gaze shifted back and forth between me and Allie. “Is that so?” His tone was cold, indecisive.

I knew he was the man that Allie had been seeing, and I couldn’t help but wonder how far their relationship had gone. I didn’t want to think about her fucking him. “That’s so,” I confirmed, folding my arms across my chest.

You could cut the tension with a knife.

Allie glanced at me finally, hate and anger simmering in her eyes. “Rock, please. Give us a minute alone so we can talk.”

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