Mercy F*uck (31 page)

Six months ago, I opened a box of unfinished business and found Drew’s file hiding at the bottom.

Though I’d never stopped loving her, the way I felt now didn’t hold a candle to how I’d felt then. Drew and I had something rare, something magical.

Letting those years in between go wasn’t difficult because the years ahead of me starred her. Slowly I was wearing her down to pick a wedding date and when I wasn’t doing it, Carrie was.

My ex-wife wanted Drew and I married, badly.

The same ex-wife who has also become a trusted friend to both of us. Over these months, I’ve seen things in Carrie I never bothered to notice before. There was a confidence about her that demanded your attention. Drew’s influence played a huge role once she’d taken Carrie under her wing.

Carrie, in turn, loved Drew to a frustrating distraction.

Drew, the town bad ass, would never admit it, but she loved Carrie too.

At least when she wasn’t treating her like our very own house pet.

Drew showed she cared in other ways. Like making her a day manager at Bennett’s for instance. She did this because Carrie had a flair for easing people, multi-tasking and keeping her boss happy. Drew also brought Len from Bennett’s to manage Legacy, so Carrie’s transition was excellent timing. Last month she moved in with Tiny, the guy who didn’t say much, but loved her unconditionally. The two of them were even talking marriage these days. Although it was more Carrie than Tiny. Tiny for his part just nodded and smiled a lot.

On top of this, Mitchell Hayes was making miracles happen with the restoration of
The Hole
. Drew and I left him to it and did not question his judgement. He knew her vision, respected it, and it was evident with the progress he was making that the grand re-opening would happen by Christmas. Drew negotiated up front that her guys, Fudge and Luis, were to be on the crew so they could get a paycheck. Mitchell Hayes would fucking bark if Drew asked him to and if she wasn’t head over heels in love with me, I’d kick the guy’s ass.

The very next day following the fall out with Willis, I announced she was living with me full time.

She didn’t fight me on it so she and I took Shane shopping so he could decorate his room.

If you spent time with the three of us you’d think we’d always been a family. Shane blended into our lives perfectly and completed us. Now enrolled in college, still in therapy, and working weekends at whichever business of hers needed coverage, Shane was finding his way to normal. 

Her parents have visited, her sisters too. Although, when the five of them got together, I hid in the basement. Drew, I could handle twenty-four-seven but her sisters were nothing like her.

Gadget and Camo had us over for a barbecue recently, and though I liked them, these were not folks we’d take trips with. In truth, Camo scared the shit out of me and I didn’t need her giving Drew any fucking ideas either.

Watching her stuff her duffel bag, I stare at her perfect ass knowing one thing as truth down to my very soul. Nearly ten years ago, I was Drew’s mercy fuck and I couldn’t be more pleased about it. Because the fact is, I was and always will be at her mercy. “Foxy’s really not happy with you,” she says on a laugh.

No, he wasn’t happy, he was pissed I’d sold my business/his business to an assassin. He’d also get the hell over it. Whisky was born to hunt and my place was by her side.

“Foxy will deal,” I say pulling her to me by her hips. “You, however, need to hurry the hell up, I want to set sail before sunset.”

“You realize it’s not a sail boat right?” she asks grinding on me.

“Yeah, but I’ve always wanted to say
set sail
.”

“You’re cute,” she chirps shaking her head.

“As your man, security advisor, and future husband, I’m more than cute. I’m anxious to get you on that boat, naked, and hearing my name carry on the water.”

Facing me, her face softens and she says so fucking sweet, “I’ll be a good wife to you, Axle.”

“You’re a good everything to me now, Drew.”

“We’re in tune,” she says stroking my cheek.

“Yeah,” I say tilting her head back. “We’re in tune.”

After kissing the hell out of her, I spank her ass and grab her bag so we can take our first vacation ever, together.

I was also captaining that Regal, even if I had to tie her to the fucking helm while protecting my nuts to do it.

As far as I was concerned, we still had unfinished business and we had the rest of our lives to sort through it.

“You okay, boss?” Fudge asked as I uncharacteristically squirmed behind the bar.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stay still and I probably looked like I was seizing. Between biting my lip, sweating, and my eyes rolling back, there was no doubt. I was losing this bet.

Oh wait, I was losing this bet with a fucking audience.

“I’m chill,” I lied.

“Boss…”

Slapping my hand down on the bar and groaning, “Oh God,” I squeezed my eyes shut and begged him to, “Get back to work, now.”

“You sick?” he asked cocking his head.

Wait, was he…smiling?

Well, if he didn’t leave, this was going to embarrass both of us… Pushing my knees together wasn’t helping, counting sheep didn’t either. Slapping both hands on the bar in defeat, I ordered him to, “Look away! Look -A-Way!”

“The hell is your problem?”

“Oh no no no,” I wailed but there was no helping it. My orgasm hit me
from all sides and I had no choice but to go with it. Uncaring of the wide eyes wondering what the hell was wrong with me, I rode it out, moaned a few fuck yeses, shuddered and possibly let a tear fall. I was sliding to the floor in a heap when I heard, “Pay up, motherfucker.”

Glancing up, I see Axle grinning down at me in victory as he tucks cash into his shirt pocket.

“You fucking told Fudge?”

“Made two hundred bucks, too,” he shrugged shamelessly.

As he walked away whistling, I couldn’t help but be proud.

Because, let’s face it, there were worse things in the world than wearing vibrating panties to work so your man could place bets on how long you’d last.  Axle and his unfinished business was absolutely my favorite kind.

Of all the times for shit to hit the fan, it had to be tonight, while I was wearing a dress and heels.

I was stuck in stilettos because Carrie insisted her wedding reception be where she and Tiny met.

The Hole
had re-opened for business last Friday.

Despite the cold weather, we were at max capacity.

Based on the explosive vibe I was getting from the crowd; they were happy to be back.

Relieving me of three bottles of tequila, Shane knelt down to stock the cooler when I heard, “Drew, is that you?”

Tossing a bar rag over my shoulder, I face the voice and ask, “Do I know you?”

“Ha! It is you! I’d know that ass anywhere,” he announces and this was met with
rut roh
looks. “I saw you on the news and heard you worked here. Thought I’d stop by, like old times.”

“She owns this place, fuckstick, show some respect,” Shane says in passing.

That’s my boy!

“
I
’
m afraid you have me at a disadvantage, sugar,” I smile as I press my tits to the bar top. “You know my name but I don’t know yours.”

“Mike Roach,” he says licking his lips. “Come on, you gotta remember me. Axle and I were best friends.”

“Oh Mike, riiight,” I say slowly as it dawns on me. “The narcissistic puppy-fucker.”

“What’s that?” he yells over the noise.

“Why are you here?”

“So uh, you see Axle around lately?” he asks leaning in closer.

“Can’t say that I’ve seen him…”
In the last twenty minutes
.

“Good ‘cause the last time I saw that guy he was kicking my ass for calling you a mercy fuck. Never got that since he said it first but, then again, he was always crazy when it came you.”

As he babbled, I tried real hard not to bash his face off the wood.  No matter what, Axle always had my back and hearing he’d worked Mike over had me wanting to thank him with a blowy.

My man is the sweetest!

When I look back on those years, I now see through my woman’s eyes that Axle Rhodes would have never hurt me. Was in fact, incapable of hurting me. But I didn’t dwell there too long because I had my future to look forward to.

“—-ten years, right?”

“Huh, what?” I ask tuning back in. “Why are you still talking?”

“You know, I didn’t believe it. But if it’s true, I can look past it if you can.”

Can’t kill him…Beat him with Woody! Grand slam his ball-sac!

I was so close to taking a heel off and sticking him in the eye with it, when Axle strode up behind him and…loomed.

Oh, this was going to be awesome!

“You’d really do that for me?” I coo at the idiot and even suck on my pinky finger.

“To finally get inside of you, fuck yeah.”

“Gee, I don’t know Mike… I mean it’s really selfless of you taking a mercy fuck for the team and all, but there might be one person who’d object to that.”

“Whoever he is, ain’t here,” he says staring at my tits, ignorant of the threat.

Leaning in to whisper in Mike’s ear but never taking his eyes from mine Axle growls, “Wanna bet?”

“Ooo,” I say sucking in a breath. “You’re about to have a really bad night but please, I am begging you. Don’t piss on my floors.” Mike wasn’t hearing a word I said because he was too busy catching flies with his mouth.

Tagging my Mike around his neck, Axle sinks a blow to his middle instantly bending him over at the knees.

From my position behind the bar, I can’t hear what he’s saying but my imagination had come up with all sorts of things.
All about me, of course…

Shane stood next to me and asked, “He gonna kill ‘em?”

Shrugging, I went with, “Hope so.”

Now in a headlock with his arms flailing around, Axle yells to me, “Grab Woody,” and nods over to the back door.

“Yes!” I shout giving Shane a high-five. “Cover me, kid!”

Grabbing my bat, I push the door open with my ass and strut out to Axle beating Mike’s ass up and down the alley.

Okay fine, he wasn’t
beating
him.

More like playing with him, with a side of pain.

“What’d I tell you about looking at her?” Axle warns right as he lands a stunner to the chin.

“I d-didn’t know she was yours,” he pleads pitifully.

“Told you she was, made it fucking clear,” he says landing another one.

“That was years ago, how was I supposed – ”

“She will always be mine!”

He was getting so laid later
…

“Psst,” I call out try getting his attention and when he turns, the ferocity on his face had my knees trembling.

Amendment: I was getting fucked later. Boom!

Coming to his side, not bothering to even look at Mike I ask him, “What did you need Woody for?”

“You owe this motherfucker a swing or two.”

“Oh my God—do you—is this—are we—Ha! Yes! Tag Team!”

“Drew,” he tries hiding his chuckle, then switches to a groan.

“What?”

“He passed out,” he says and I glanced down right as he dropped him on the concrete.  When he went splat, we both sighed in disappointment.