Vintage (Adrenaline Series Book 2) (4 page)

Merrick

I've woken up to some random chick with her mouth on my dick numerous times. However I've woken up with the woman I love's mouth on my dick...once. And it trumps all the others. No question.

Letting out a low groan, I don't even open my eyes as I say, “I will take breakfast and head over breakfast in bed any day.”

Finally I open my eyes getting a quick glimpse of the vision that I'll probably be jerking off to in the near future. The pop sound that follows Jovi letting my cock go stiffens it further.

It can't possibly be normal to be this fired up around a woman all the time. I'm telling you, my dick could beat down a moose right now.

With a sexy smirk she crawls up my body until her naked body is straddling me. I take the brief moment to absorb the way her wavy hair is sprawled around her face, clearly un-brushed, the way her full breasts are dangling like an invitation for my hands or mouth to get us in trouble, and the way her make up free face is beaming from the blow job she was just excelling at.

She grabs my cock roughly and I hiss. Immediately she drops it like it burned her. “Oh my God! Did I hurt you?”

I do my best not to laugh.

She's fucking adorable.

“That was a good sound baby,” I reassure her. “It's okay to be a little rough. It's not gonna break.”

“You sure?”

“That it's not gonna break?” I raise my eyebrows. “Yeah...pretty sure.”

On a glare she shakes her head slowly. “Don't be a dick.”

“Then take my dick and stop making me wai--” A heavy groan comes out at the same time Jovi's warm hands plant themselves on my chest for balance. “Fuck, that's amazing...”

She hums softly in agreement, her head falling forward while she rocks herself back and forth. Jovi's erotic exploration of what hits what, what feels incredible where, is the sexiest torture I've ever been through in my life. Her rhythm varies. Her speed frantic at moments and leisure at other, toys with the pending orgasm that's dying to leak out of me and into her. However, I'm the master of my dick. I'm a McCoy. We finish last in bed.

It's never been this fucking hard before this girl though.

Jovi's nails latch onto my shoulders keeping her hooked onto me. The tiny bite of discomfort pales in comparison to the thrill buzzing through my system. As my eyes attempt to shut, I force them to stay open.

I'll be damned if I miss a moment of the first time she comes on top of me.

One of my hands glides across her body between us applying just enough pressure on her clit to make her arch into my touch. “Merrick...” Using the other hand that's planted on her hip to keep her rhythm going, I help Jovi ride the pressure I'm providing as she fights the passion begging to escape.  Her motions begin to slightly falter. Stumble. The indication she's only seconds from coming encourages me to grip her firmer to keep her right where she is.

In a faint voice she sighs, “I'm coming...”

Her muscles grip my cock like a glove trying to determine if it's the perfect fit.

I'm the perfect fit for her. Believe me.

My own pending orgasm appears abruptly not waiting for a request.

Greedy bastard.

I let go of a groan I had been holding onto tightly in the process of trying to focus on hearing Jovi's. Our fading moans feel like they're eating each other's as they fade, both dying to be the last heard. Weakly she falls on top of me, feeding me a mouth full of her hair.

Batting it out of the way I chuckle. “Good morning, baby.”

“Morning,” she coos back.

“Every morning should start like that.” I declare stroking her back with my hand.

“In my bed?”

“Or mine. Either works.” After Jovi giggles I continue, “And it doesn't have to be a bed either. It could be a couch. Or the floor. Or the shower...”

She moves her head so she's resting her chin on her folded hands that are now on my chest. “Are you listing places you want us to have sex?”

“Will have sex.”

“You're optimistic.”

“Accurate.”

She scoffs before going to retaliate. “Wr-”

“Jovi!” A woman's voice sounds like it's approaching.

“Oh shit!” She shrieks scrambling off the top of me.

So....this isn't good?

Her name is repeated even louder. “Jovi!”

“Oh my God!” She panics as she starts pushing me towards the end of the bed. “You have to go! You have to get out of here!”

“What do you want me to do? Climb out the window?”

“Yes!”

In a sharp whisper I remind her, “We're on the second story!”

“I don't know! You should-” is where the sentence stops as I'm shoved onto the floor with a thud.

Motherfucker! That hurt!

The light is flicked on freezing me in place. Doing my best to stay still and unseen I hold my breath.

“Sorry I'm home so late,” the woman's voice apologizes.

“No biggie,” Jovi answers pulling on the bed sheet. “I was...still asleep.”

“Asleep,” the voice repeats clearly suspicious. “Well would you and asleep like some breakfast now that I'm home? I'm thinking pancakes.”

My girlfriend lets out a defeated sigh, which is when I pop just my head up over the edge to see a woman who could easily pass for her mother.

But that can't be right...her mother died in a car crash.

“I would love some breakfast ma'am.”

“Nadie,” she softly corrects me. “You can call me Nadie. However I do like your manners. I'll see you both downstairs in a few minutes.”

She gives us both a sweet smirk before shutting the door. Jovi's face turns to me revealing it's bright red color.

That better be embarrassment for getting caught. Not for fucking me.

“You're kind of cute cherry red.”

“I'm not red.”

“Like a firetruck.”

“Shut up,” she scolds. On a sharp snap she demands, “Get dressed.”

Still smirking I stand up and reach for my jeans where my boxers are still inside. “Should I be nervous?”

“To have breakfast at the Police Commissioner's house? What do you think?”

“I think,” I sigh pulling them on. “That making love to you takes a lot of energy and I need to refuel.”

“You're...you're....” The anxiety that was just covering her quickly fades as she fights another laugh. “Ugh.”

Tossing my black shirt and then my hat into my hands using my feet, I cockily say, “That's not what you were saying just a minute ago.”

On a playful disgusted laugh she hops out of bed with no comeback.

She's even sexier when she's speechless.

About fifteen minutes later, after we're both dressed and have engaged in one more make out session that leads to a very brief finger banging in her bathroom, we're sitting at her kitchen table while Nadie, the woman who caught us earlier, is placing pancakes on plates.

“So Merrick,” she starts.

Jovi demanded I not tell her my last name. I hadn't planned on it anyway, but I'm grateful she's always looking out for me.

“What do you do for a living?”

Jovi gives me a gentle kick under the table.

Is that a precaution kick?

“I'm a mechanic.”

Did she think I was going to say street racer? Or that I work for one of the most wanted criminals in this part of the country? Yeah. I know she doesn't know that last part and I don't plan on her ever knowing. I'm...trying to come up with something so that I don't have to.

“Really?” She sounds surprised as she places down plates in front of us. “Where at?”

“At a shop,” Jovi buts in. When Nadie raises her eyebrows she reminds her, “Nothing that could possibly help Dad look into him.”

I pick up a piece of bacon and playfully remark, “You don't think your dad would like me?”

“Oh he hates everybody,” Nadie answers.

“Don't flatter yourself and think you're special,” Jovi quips.

“Ouch,” I mumble between chews.

“Well at least you have a job,” she returns to the subject sitting at the table beside us. “In college?”

“No ma'am.”

“Interest in it?”

“Slightly.”

That's the truth. I know before it was like what the fuck ever, but helping Jovi with her project just has had my brain running around the subject.

“Subject?”

“Probably art.”

“How do you feel about Jo' leaving for it?”

“Wow, Nadie...” She places her fork down. “Are you gonna turn into Dad in his absence?”

Defending herself she says, “I'm just curious. With the obvious 'in love' gaze he can't stop giving you and the fact his hands have not left your body since you've been down here, I am just wondering will you two be okay parted.”

My eyes glance down at the hand that's laying on her thigh.

We won't be parted. But that's really another discussion I don't have all the pieces to quite yet.

“I'm glad she gets to go to her dream school. I'm glad she gets to follow her passion. Besides, I like road trips, so visiting her gives me the best excuse for one,” I answer.

Jovi blushes into a smirk and resumes her decision to eat. Instead of following suit, I just watch as she slowly chews her pancake. Her tongue touches her lips wiping away a bit of syrup that was left behind. I bury my groan and shift in my seat.

Not a good time for a hard on.

Thankfully my phone vibrates in my pocket blocking my dick from popping up. Sliding out my phone I key in the password to see a text that makes me roll my eyes.

Madden: Ed's. Now.

Fuck, he was serious about that shit?

“Are you an only child?” Nadie questions, grabbing my attention once more.

Politely I answer, “No.”

“Don't ask how many siblings,” Jovi adds sweetly.

Slightly frustrated with all the perimeters we keep setting up, she tries again. “What about your parents? Are you close with your parents?”

I have another bite of eggs and try to ignore my cell phone that's vibrating again.

It's not that I mind talking about my parents, it's just not something I typically do.

Sensing the hesitation, Jovi replies for me, “He's...well he's...”

I swallow and answer, “I'm an orphan.”

“Were you raised in foster care?”

“No,” I quickly say. “Family raised me.”

“And that's enough of that subject,” Jovi invades.