Page 28 of Going Down Smooth: Part One

I groan in frustration.Really now? I’m tantrum level horny here.As much as I want to hear what he has to say, I want my pussy eaten more.

“Are we really going to stop and have this conversation now?” I ask as I stare down at him, moving my eyes up and down suggestively, my dress is around my waist, pussy bare for all the world to see. Well, for him to see.

Knight sits back on this heels and nods to himself. I can only assume he’s retreated into the office of his brain to have a private conversation. He looks up at me, and damn, his dimples give me all the feels, then he strikes. Knight doesn’t answer my shrieks of surprise, instead he throws my right leg over his shoulder, opening me up wide for him to feast on my clit.

“OK!” I scream, my shouts lost to the loud music around us as his lips wrap around my sensitive bud, sucking so hard my eyes roll into the back of my head. My grip on the railing slips as I almost collapse on top of him, my limbs turn to liquid at his ministrations. Knight sucks relentlessly, pleasure, pressure, and delicious pain, and I can do nothing but take it.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” I chant, my head thrashing back and forth as my orgasm hits me so hard I almost tip back over the rail. I would have if Knight didn’t have me locked tight around his face. Knight licks my clit tenderly as I come down, making me whimper, until he pulls away giving me a cocksure smile.

Asshole. My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath. I can still feel the phantom sucks of his lips around my oversensitive clit.

“I let you cum first. Now, you can hear what I have to say.” He raises his eyebrows, and my mouth falls open in shock.

“Are you kidding me?” I ask incredulously. OK, I may be a tiny bit mad. Then again, I will listen to just about anything if that’s what he’s bringing to the table first.

When I go to slide my leg off his shoulder he holds it there, keeping me right where he wants me. I gaze down at my handsome Alpha and I know exactly what he wants to say, but I don’t need him to say it.

“We both did things to hurt each other, Knight. What’s in the past is in the past.” I remove one of my hands and stroke his face. “All we have is now. How we step forward from here on out. Unless you plan on using your Alpha bark on me in the future?” I ask.

“Never again, baby,” he says earnestly, and I know deep down he means it. “My intention was to hurt you as bad as you hurt me. I can admit it. But I also thought, if I made you stay, you would have resented us all and we would never have this, or a chance to build a life from the ashes left behind by your departure. I was a stupid kid, Mercy. I’m sorry,” he replies, his face solemn as he looks way from me with regret in his eyes.

“Knight. Look at what you’ve built. All that you’ve achieved. All of you. I would never have known true independence, studied business, or started my own for that matter. We would all have been shackled to each other without the growth and maturity needed for a meaningful relationship. A pack. I am a strong believer in that bitch, fate. She has a way of shaping and shifting our lives until we fit the mold she’s carved out for us. My father only pushed us towards the inevitable, baby.” I use his term of endearment, feeling all warm and fuzzy, my heart full for this man. I lift his chin and he studies my eyes, as if he is looking for doubts, but there is only truth there for him to see. Everything that led me, no, us to this moment was beyond my control. There are stronger powers at play here and the day I came back home I had no choice but to surrender.

“I love you, Mercy Smooth,” Knight says, turning his head and laying a soft kiss on my knee.

“I think I love you more, Knight Biggs.” I smile, feeling the tiny fissures in my heart closing finally.

“Now, where were we?” He pretends to think it over for a moment, like I’m not still naked from the waist down. As soon as I think it, he reacts, pulling my hips closer, my body now at an odd angle as his dives headfirst into my pussy with his wicked tongue, making me scream.

“Fuck, Knight!” I shout, holding on for dear life as I ride his face senselessly.

He pulls away, face glistening with my arousal as I attempt to catch my breath once more. “How many times can I make you cream on my tongue before I have to carry you out of here tonight?” He muses but doesn’t give me a chance to answer as he latches onto my clit again. I see galaxies behind my eyes as I scream his name until I am hoarse.

I’m completely lost to the pleasure he wrings from my body. Losing count at how many times I indeed came all over his face. I don’t remember him carrying me out of the club. In fact, it might have been Trey.

It was an orgasmic blackout and I welcomed it with open arms.

SEVENTEEN

TREY

“I’m not happy about this. I have a bad feeling about tomorrow,” I say anxiously, sliding my hat off, scratching my head as I close the door to Mercy’s bedroom with a soft click. She was practically comatose when I carried her to the car tonight thanks to Knight. The asshole is practically beaming, a smug smile stretched wide across his face as he glances back at the door. Mercy’s scent on him is so strong it’s as if he went swimming inside of her pussy. Some of us, mainly Lox and I, actually worked tonight. I’m not a jealous Alpha, but all I want to do is be with her. Our moment will come, I am sure, but her scent on him makes me yearn for it now.

I follow my brothers downstairs. It’s late, but none of us are going to rest until we have a plan in place for tomorrow. Mercy is going back to Smooth Bourbon for the first time in five years to meet the board for the official handover. After Nate relayed his encounter with Stefan, it was confirmed that none of us had given him the task of taking Mercy to retrieve Freeya from the airport. Knight deduced that somehow the Beta got access to our calendars digitally. Why and how, though? They are the questions. What did he plan to do with Mercy? Or better yet, who is he answering to?

“I wish Stefan would show his face again,” Lox says, growling with anger. He has never liked Stefan and he made damn sure the Beta knew it. No, I am sure Stefan is going to lay low for now at least.

“Do you think they want to hurt her?” Nate asks as we all follow Knight into the living room. I flop down on the corner sectional, exhausted, wanting nothing more than to crawl into bed beside Mercy. But the question of “they” makes me attentive. They could be anyone, but who am I kidding, the ones who tend to do the most harm are the ones closest to us.

Knight sits beside me, leaning forward with his elbows braced on his knees. “It will never happen, not on either of our watches. Benjamin told me some people in our community will push back about Mercy taking over for him.” He sighs before he speaks again. “But he also thought he would be here to make the transition easy for her. Now, it’s all on Mercy.” He rubs his hands down his face, all traces of his mirth from earlier gone, replaced with a weariness from the weight of what he’s been carrying around with him all these months. I wish Benjamin had told us all his plan, then we could have all lessened the load a bit. Secrets have a tendency to get heavier the longer you hold onto them.

“I don’t doubt Mouse will impress the board. They know her, they know she knows Smooth Bourbon just as well as Ben. Plus, they will be more than pleased that we stand with her as our Omega. All this pandering to the shareholders, the community, it’s all bullshit in my opinion. Mercy can do this. If it was anyone else, any other designation there would be no contest,” Lox bites out in frustration, pulling his locs until they fall from his hair tie.

I sit back feeling everyone’s frustration through our bond and it makes me uneasy. “So, we get through tomorrow and we don’t let her out of our sight. Things will eventually blow over and this will all be yesterday’s news.” I wave my hand as if to brush it off, but it does nothing to ease the dread in the pit of my stomach.

“I doubt it will be that easy.” Lox cracks his knuckles, the sound echoes through the room like a call for blood. “Faith’s pack is number one on the pain in the ass list. Derrick has it in his head his pack is superior, therefore he believes his opinion matters. Far from the truth, but the Alpha’s an idiot and easy to manipulate. I wouldn’t put it past Christopher to utilize them in his schemes.” He shrugs, neck popping as he works out the tension in his body.

“I still can’t believe he said all those things about Mercy being defective and that two daughters are enough for him. As if he could just snuff her life out like she never existed.” As soon as I say it, my teeth clench in fury at the possibility. The thought of him attempting to harm his daughter makes rage rise up in the back of my throat. Not my Songbird. I will kill him if he touches her or anyone else who dares to touch what’s ours. I glance up and all my brothers are looking at me.

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