Page 48 of Shot For Mercy

“Please, Em,” Cole whispers back. “I’m begging you.”

“More.” I grin, thrusting two of my fingers into him slowly, then crooking them when I find his prostate. “Beg more.”

Cole mutters a curse under his breath as I push against the little bundle of nerves, and his back arches off the bed. “Please, I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” I smirk.

“Make me come.”

I take his cock down my throat, somehow still hard, and crook my fingers inside of him once more. Once, twice, three times. He’s panting and moaning now. Groaning and grunting.Begging. My cock twitches between my legs once more, hardening at the feel of his length poking the back of my throat.

I moan loudly with Cole’s cock down my sore throat, and when I swallow, his fingers tangle tightly in my hair. His hips have a mind of their own as he seeks his release, and he groans loudly as he comes down my throat. I swallow every drop, savoring him, and instead of letting him pull out of my mouth, I lick at his softening cock.

Fuck, I’m obsessed with him.

My chest heaves as he pulls out of my mouth, and I crawl toward him. I lie down next to him and face him, staring intently at his face. There’s a soft smile on his lips, and my stomach flutters. It’s short-lived though, because suddenly there’s a loud boom coming from behind us, and when I look back, Matteo is standing in the doorway; the door split in half.

“Fuck,” Cole growls, and when I look at him, I see there’s a gun in his hands, pointed right at my son. He lowers it immediately. “What the fuck, Matty.”

“Me?” Matteo laughs loudly, looking between me and Cole. “What the fuck? Are you fucking kidding me, Cole? My dad? You couldn’t fuckanyoneelse?!”

Cole flinches.

“We’re not just fucking,” I blurt out, and Matteo’s eyes land on me. “He’s?—”

“What do you mean, it’s not just fucking?” Matteo’s voice breaks, and he looks between us quickly. Searching for something—for lies, I realize. “What is it then?”

There’s a moment of silence, but before I can reply, Matteo is shaking his head and looking away from us.

“No.” Matteo shakes his head again. “He’s mine, Dad. You know this. You’veknownthis. How could you? How could you fucking do this to me?—”

“I’m not yours, Matty,” Cole says softly. “You know that. Youhaveto know that?—”

“Fuck you!” Matteo snarls, then looks in my direction. His eyes are wild, his body tense as he clenches and unclenches his fists. “How dare you fucking take him from me?!”

I take a deep breath and get up from the bed, standing across from my son. I open my arms in invitation, and I know he understands when the first punch lands across my jaw. I can take this. I can do this for him—for us. It’s the only thing I can offer him right now. Maybe it’ll help him feel better. Maybe?—

Fuck.

My ears ring as I land on my back, and Matteo comes to straddle my hips. Cole shoves him off, getting in his face and screaming at him. My head spins as my jaw begins to throb, the ache strong and steady. And I just close my eyes for a moment.

What the fuck did I do?

Matteo is going to fucking hate me for the rest of my life. We should’ve told him instead of letting him find us like this. We should’ve?—

“I hate you,” Matteo yells, and I open my eyes. He gets up from the floor and begins to pace. “I’ll never forgive this—never.”

“I know.” I nod. “I’m sorry.”

Matteo chuckles. “You can’t take this back,” he says.

“Cole is mine,” I grunt, getting up from the ground, rubbing my jaw. “He’s mine.”

“Fuck you!” Matteo snarls again, stepping closer to me, and Cole tries to get between us. I shake my head.

“Get it off your chest.” I sigh. “But it’s not going to change a damn thing.”

“I’m moving out,” Matteo says slowly.

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