Mercy F*uck

Copyright © 2016 K.S. ADKINS

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Published: K.S. Adkins 2016 

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Motown Showdown (Motown Down #2)

Motown Takedown (Motown Down #3)

Motown Breakdown (Motown Down #4 & 5)

Mercy F*ck

I'm currently accepting passengers to climb aboard my fuck train.

Never met a problem my fists can't fix.

The first night I saw him it was game over.

He’d come into the bar, took one look at me and winked.

After his introduction, I lost my ability to speak for a full hour.

An unimaginable feat for me since most words out of my mouth began and ended with fuck.

Strangely enough, my foul mouth didn’t detour him. Because night after night, he came back.

Not once did he engage the openly desperate girls begging for his notice.

And believe me, they came a-beggin’.

This guy, a random gorgeous stranger seemed to only have eyes for me.

I deduced he must have poor vision or perhaps he wanted to slum it, but it wasn’t either.

He truly enjoyed my company.

Quickly, easily, we’d connected over music, cars, and bar brawls.

His smile, his laugh, his protective stance, intrigued me.

This guy saw me as more than a public servant or piece of ass which I’ll admit, threw me.

No matter how hard I tried to find his angle, I never could.

I wasn’t a student like he was, working toward a future in corporate America and a pension.

I was a bartender, nothing more and I didn’t pretend otherwise.

From the start, he accepted me as I was.

He dug every nuance that made me different from the others.

So for him I let my guard down, I let him in and he stayed there, burrowed deep in my heart.

He was the first guy to give me butterflies and hope.

Every spare moment for nearly two years was spent with him.

For us to be apart was rare.

Even his friends and our own families knew where one went the other followed.

The two of us finished each other’s sentences and had our own inside jokes.

I was young, but I knew connections like this didn’t happen to everyone.

For me, it surpassed friendship.

For me, it felt like the beginning to forever.

I tuned the world out for him.

With summer coming before his senior year, I worried I’d see him less.

My fear was if he went home, that I wouldn’t see him until Fall.

While his parents liked me, they didn’t approve of our bond.

He was destined for bigger things and I was trash.

It may not have been voiced but it was implied and sadly, I didn’t disagree.

Even so, I couldn’t go from seeing him every day to waiting weeks.

I couldn’t risk him losing interest or his parents driving a wedge.

I especially refused to surrender him to another girl.

An idea formed.

It was risky, yet genius.

I had my own apartment, I lived alone.

He resided in a dorm during the school year but would be forced to go home unless…

I invited him to stay with me.

This seemed like the best possible chance for us.

Because there had to be an us.

While I couldn’t express in words why this idea was crucial, I just knew that it was.

All signs pointed to happily ever after and I needed to follow them.

Because we fit.

He knew everything about me and I him.

But I saw how other girls watched him, wanted him, waited for me to fuck up so they could swoop in.

I also knew the only thing keeping them from attacking en masse was my presence.

Yes, I was territorial and no, I didn’t hide it.

We may not have a label, but people had suspicions and neither of us bothered denying it.

He didn’t want guys around me any more than I wanted skanks around him.

However, I had to know. Had to see where this could go. I couldn’t let another day go by wondering if he felt the same about me as I did about him.

So I made an offer hoping, praying, that he would choose me.

And he did.

I had to be dreaming.

Moments like this didn’t happen to me.

But when he pressed our palms together, his larger to my smaller, before linking our fingers, I sucked in a breath.

Real, it was real.

With a growl, he covered me with his body, buried his nose in my neck and inhaled. I responded in kind because I wanted to be close to him in every way. Wrapping my legs as far around him as I could, I place a kiss over the skin covering his heart and sink my fingers into his thick hair. Pleased by this he raises up, looks down at me and grins.

That grin was my undoing. That grin meant the world to me because I was the only one who was on the receiving end of it. I may not know much about males and what made them tick, but I did know last night had been the best decision I had ever made.

“I can’t believe we did it,” he says kissing my neck tenderly. “I never thought it’d be me.”

Waking up in his arms after losing my virginity hours before, I said nothing. Because honestly, I never thought it would be him either. Guys like him don’t notice roughneck girls like me. But he did, always had and waiting had been worth it. I had taken a chance and it had paid off. I was feeling confident and bold.

I wanted him to spend the summer with me, just us, no distractions.

Axle had been to my place hundreds of times and if he crashed, he slept on the couch.

But he already had clothes there, CDs and his travel kit.

In my mind he was half-way moved in.

The million-dollar question was, would he want more? Because I wanted more, I wanted Axle to myself.

I had waited forever to be sure that telling him how I felt wouldn’t alter our friendship.

Tossing my feelings out seemed like a risk yesterday. But now after the most amazing night of my life, the sweetest things he’d said to me, the beautiful things he’d done to me, not telling seemed criminal.

Three words.