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  Messy Mandy Presents the Lunchtime Chronicles

  Red Light Special

  Lunchtime Chronicles Issue 8

  November 20, 2019

  Reana Malori

  Red Light Special © copyright 2019 Reana Malori

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  CONTENTS

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  Thank You

  Dark Angel - Excerpt

  Let’s Stay in Touch

  About the Author

  Also by Reana Malori

  RED LIGHT SPECIAL

  Summary

  From the moment they met, Bobby Cooke and Mercy Webster have wanted to be more than friends, if you could even call them that.

  A weekend mix-up, that seems more like a setup, brings them to the point of no return. Bobby will use every skill at his disposal to stop Mercy from walking away. Mercy will give herself permission to let go, just this one time. Little do they know, the passion building between the two of them refuses to be confined to only a few days.

  Bobby and Mercy will test the boundaries between friends with benefits. When need and desire are given free rein, the results are explosive.

  CHAPTER 1

  Mercy

  STANDING OUTSIDE HER car, Mercy looked at the large cabin in front of her. Her mouth opened in awe and a large smile slowly came over her features. “This place is fucking amazing,” she whispered into the cool, brisk air. Slapping her hands together to ward off the fall chill, she opened the back door to her red Crossover™ and pulled out her suitcases. Reaching back inside, she grabbed the bags of groceries, filling her arms, as she turned to the large cabin that would be her hideaway.

  Two weeks. All by herself. Relaxation. Reading. Recuperation.

  After working her ass off for two years without a break, she’d put in for a well-deserved vacation. Finally. Making her way to the front porch, she climbed the stairs carrying the bags of food. She’d grab her luggage once she got the door open. Following the instructions given to her by Kane Hansen, her best friend’s new man, she went to the potted plant on the front porch and picked it up. There was a hidden compartment in the bottom of the pot, which held the keys to the house.

  When he’d offered her the use of a cabin he sometimes used for weekend getaways, she’d been leery about accepting. At the time he offered, he’d been dating her friend Joy for only a few months. Even Kane and Joy hadn’t known how things were going to play out for them, but they’d gotten lucky. Now, months later, her best friend and her fine ass boyfriend were fucking like rabbits every day, head over heels in love with each other. They even worked together now that Kane and his best friend Bobby Cooke had started their own law firm. Of course, Joy was right there by his side, running shit along with them.

  Mercy shook her head at the picture forming in her head. It wasn’t that she was jealous of her friend. She wasn’t. If anyone deserved some happiness, it was Joy. Joy would be the first to admit how much she’d lucked out when she’d captured Kane.

  Laughing at the thought, Mercy began to think she needed to try out N2U, the dating site Joy met Kane on. Then again, Kane had done some underhanded shit to meet her friend and pretended to be someone he wasn’t. Sorta, but not really. It was still somewhat confusing to Mercy, but if they liked it, then she loved it.

  No, she didn’t need any of the drama that came with relationships. She’d stick with her Dicks-On-Call, the men she relied on whenever she had an itch to satisfy. When she reached out to one of her boy-toys for a booty-call, they’d better fucking answer. If they didn’t, she wouldn’t call again.

  That was all she needed to keep her life right. A good job that paid her a lot of money. Great friends she could lean on when times were tough. Amazing dick when she wanted to fuck. If she had those three things, then her life was good.

  Opening the door to the large cabin, she walked inside and stood in the open foyer. Turning in a circle, she smiled and whooped at the sight in front of her. “Holy fuck! That’s what I’m talking about. Kane, my man, this is how you do it!” Placing the food down at the door entrance, she did a little shimmy.

  Laughing with glee, she quickly ran outside and grabbed her remaining bags. Closing the front door, she took off her jacket and began walking around the huge structure. The front of the house boasted three floor-to-ceiling length windows that looked out at the wide expanse of the lush green yard, tall trees, and mountains. Once full winter hit, she knew this place would be covered in a blanket of snow. Maybe she arrived too soon. She’d have to ask Kane if this place was available later in the year.

  Walking deeper into the home, she stood at the entry to the large kitchen. Bright sunlight streamed through windows over the stove, and glass doors opened onto the wraparound deck that covered three sides of the cabin. Giving a loud squeal, she turned quickly and ran down the hallway to the bedrooms. Three very sizable master bedrooms, to be exact. Each room had its own bathroom with a deep soaking tub and a separate shower. This place was perfect.

  Mercy snagged the bedroom at the end of the hallway before putting her clothes away. Taking a shower in the enormous bathroom inside the room, she tried to wash away all the stress that had been holding her hostage lately. Long hours at work, her widowed mom dating again, and that niggling feeling in the back of her mind that her life wasn’t moving in its intended direction.

  At one point, she and Joy were on the same path. Career-focused, independent, successful, and simply living life as single women. Although they still saw each other often, things had changed. The secret smiles and soft touches she noticed between Joy and Kane made her heart twist with jolts of pain. Mercy was genuinely happy for her friend—she was—but that didn’t stop the pang of need that flowed through her at the picture of happiness they portrayed.

  “Fuck this,” she murmured. She was using too much energy thinking about somebody else’s love life when she needed to focus on hers. Running her soft hands down her wet, soapy body, she used her thumb and forefinger to pinch one nipple. The pain of the action wrung a moan of pleasure from her lips. Her other hand traveled down her semi-flat stomach to her neatly trimmed pussy. The digits sliding up and down her slick folds as the water cascaded over her body. Rubbing harder, she focused on the swollen flesh of her clit. Conveniently for her, the shower had small corner foot pedestal. After positioning her foot, she allowed her fingers to continue playing with her honeypot. Her moans got louder with each touch, her leg began shaking as she felt h
er release building, and she fell deeper into the fantasy rolling around in her head. She tried to conjure up a visual of her latest boy-toy, but despite doing her best to bring forth his face, she couldn’t do it. Forcing it didn’t work, so she rubbed harder, her hips thrusting against her hand.

  “Relax, girl. Just let it go,” she whispered. Taking a deep breath, she let the tension in her body go and forgot about trying to force the visual in her mind. Let her mind take her where she wanted to go... And oh boy, did it surprise her. Instead of her most recent lover, an unexpected face appeared. Her gasp was loud within the confines of the small room. Steam billowed all around as her body slickened even more, and her stomach clenched in desire. The picture was so clear, it was like a motion picture playing in her mind.

  Blond hair. Broad shoulders. Green eyes. Rugged face. Wicked smile.

  Bobby Cooke.

  She’d spent a lot of time with him lately since he was Kane’s best friend, therefore, he was always around the new couple. His deep, gravelly voice did something to her each time they were in each other’s presence. She’d even caught him staring at her a few times, but he always played it off or looked away when she captured his gaze.

  Goddamn, Bobby Cooke. The man her heart knew she shouldn’t want, but her mind and body were in virulent disagreement. Because when she spiraled into her orgasm, it was his name she called out into the silence.

  THREE DAYS LATER, MERCY was in full relaxation mode. Although she brought a few outfits to wear into town when she needed to go shopping or for emergencies, her regular attire for this entire vacation consisted of long t-shirts, sweaters, yoga pants, or sweats, and a few pairs of shorts as she lay reading in front of the blazing fireplace.

  Sipping on a cup of hot cocoa, she couldn’t believe how relaxed she was. Admittedly, since that first day in the shower, when she needed to release tension, the best way to get her body primed and ready was to think about Bobby. For whatever reason, just the thought of that mean ass motherfucker pounding the shit out of her pussy could make her shake and quiver in orgasmic release. “Mmmmm, I wonder if he knows how to throw it down in the bedroom?” Yeah, she was talking to herself, but since no one was there to listen, she could say whatever she wanted. Laughing at the picture she presented, Mercy opened her e-reader and settled in with the newest book from one of her favorite authors.

  Maybe she’d call Joy later and check in on the holiday wedding plans. Mercy was supposed to be helping her with everything, but this vacation was too precious to put off any longer. She still needed to ask Kane whose place this was. He’d already told her it wasn’t his, but since he had such easy access to this place, she needed to find out who owned it. She’d want to use this place again, and maybe it was best to go through the actual owner next time.

  A couple hours into the book, and she was feeling horny as fuck. Placing the reading device on the table, she trailed her hand down and inside her yoga pants. She moaned in ecstasy as her fingers breached her wet pussy. On cue, a visual of Bobby’s blond head between her thighs had her writhing and moaning in ecstasy. Hoisting one leg over the back of the couch, she rolled her hips as she sought another mind-blowing release. The feeling was so good, but she tried to extend it for as long as she could. It was too much.

  “Fuck. Yes, Bobby. Right there, baby. Oh, fuck!” Her body seized and her channel clenched around her wet fingers pumping in and out her dripping pussy. Eyes closed, she bit her bottom lip, moaning and whimpering as her orgasm rushed through her body. “Oh, fuck. Damn, even the fantasy Bobby Cooke is a damn beast.” After a few moments, she opened her eyes and shifted her body to bring her leg down. “Fuck, that was good.”

  “I’ll say,” a deep voice interjected.

  Mercy’s loud scream split the air. She jumped off the couch, pussy juice still shining on her fingers, and got into a fighting stance. She hadn’t taken five years of self-defense and Muay Thai classes for nothing.

  “Calm down, Mercy.”

  What. The. Fuck?

  Her vision cleared, and the fear slowly drained from her body, only to be replaced by another equally intense emotion.

  Embarrassment.

  “Bobby?”

  Kill. Me. Now.

  CHAPTER 2

  Bobby

  IT HAD BEEN A HELL of a week. His mother’s operation was successful, but he wasn’t sure how long that luck would last. One moment, Anna Cooke was living life to the fullest, traveling with her girlfriends, biking, even playing golf, which she’d always claimed to hate; then two years ago, breast cancer had entered their lives and changed everything. On the early side of her 60’s, his mother had earned the right to live a life of leisure, especially after the hell his father put them through when Bobby was younger.

  Even now, twenty-plus years later, Bobby still called him by the nickname he’d created as a little boy. “No Good Motherfucker”. That was his father’s name then, and it was still his name today. He’d been gone from this Earth for many years now, and Bobby couldn’t help but smile at the thought. The man had been pure fucking evil. He hoped the old man’s afterlife was spent burning in hell like the demon he’d always claimed to be when beating Bobby’s mom every night. The night No Good Motherfucker died is when life for Anna and Bobby Cooke truly began.

  From that point forward, his mother did everything in her power to give Bobby a life she felt he needed. His mom worked two jobs from the time he was twelve until he graduated law school. That first signing bonus and paycheck had been life-changing for the two of them. She’d finally quit the evening shift at the plant, and he’d moved her out of their old house, which had been slowly falling apart around her. She refused to stop working at their local supermarket. Then again, she’d worked there since he was a little boy, so he understood her need to keep a part of her life the way she liked it.

  On some things, Bobby would not be moved. It was his turn to take care of his mother and give Anna the life she’d always deserved. He’d taken the reins with their financial future, got smart on investments, and created a lucrative nest egg for his mother, and himself. Five years ago, she’d retired from working altogether and focused on enjoying her life.

  Bobby, on the other hand, wasn’t ready to slow down. He and Kane had just opened their own firm a couple months ago and things were already busy. They’d hired two junior attorneys to help with the workload, but with how things were looking, they’d need to hire another in the next few months. Kane’s fiancée, Joy, ran all office operations. They’d even gotten her friend, Mercy, to help with the financial aspects of the company. They paid her, of course, but she didn’t technically work with their company.

  That was probably a good thing. It was bad enough that Kane and Joy gave each other googly eyes every damn day, it would only add fuel to the flame if he had to be around Mercy all the damn time. Just the thought of her beautiful, round, thick ass had his cock hardening. She didn’t know it, but that woman had him tied up in knots. The way his dick reacted when he saw her slim but curvy body was proof that he was already addicted to her. When her lips curved up in a smile as she and Joy laughed about something silly, it made him want to snatch her up in his arms and claim her mouth over and over again. Over the past few months, he’d spent a lot of time in her presence due to her closeness with Joy. She spent even more time in a starring role in his dreams at night. He woke up more than a few times with dried cum splattered over his body after his night was filled with visuals of all the nasty, freaky things he wanted to do with her.

  Pulling up to his cabin, he smiled at the sight in front of him. This place was one of the best investments he’d made over the years. The initial thought was to fix it up and sell it to the highest bidder. After he finished the remodeling, however, he couldn’t sell it. The contractors had done such a good job bringing his vision to life, he knew the property wouldn’t be going to anyone else. He and Kane were the only ones who used the place regularly, although his mom did bring friends up here occasionally. Since
she still lived in Pittsburgh, the trip wasn’t too bad.

  After pulling his car into the driveway, he stepped out and grabbed his suitcase. Since he was planning to go into town later today and grab some food to tide him over, there was no need to park in the three-car garage. He still had a couple weeks off from work and didn’t have to show up in the office. Kane knew he was dealing with his mother’s illness, so they agreed Bobby would take all the time he needed. His work could be done from anywhere with a wi-fi connection, so he wasn’t worried about that.

  Dog-tired from worry and stress, Bobby walked up to the front door and paused. Was that a light coming from inside? He thought to call Kane to see if he’d given anyone permission to use the cabin but changed his mind. It had to be his mind playing tricks on him or the sun reflecting off the glass. Taking out his key, he unlocked the door, stepped in, and froze in his tracks.

  “Fuck. Yes, Bobby. Right there, baby. Oh, fuck!”

  His dick immediately stood up at attention. He’d know that voice anywhere.

  Mercy.

  In his cabin?

  Mercy, in his cabin, calling out his name as she got herself off?

  Slowly closing the door, he placed his bag down and walked into the living area where he heard the sounds emanating. Since he had a good idea exactly what was happening, he knew it was a bit pervy to simply walk in and not announce himself.

  Yes, announce himself. That would be the right thing to do.

  Too bad he didn’t really give a shit. She was inside his house. On his couch purchased with his own money. Her hand down her pants, touching that fat pussy of hers that he’d dreamed about for months now, while moaning his name. Bobby was pretty fucking sure he’d get a pass on this one. If she freaked out, he was positive he could convince her to calm the fuck down. As he stood at the edge of the couch watching her body writhe and roll from the aftershocks of her orgasm, his dick began pulsing with need.