Mercy

Chapter 4

-Liam's Point of View-

"Hey Lace! Who's your little friend?" I smirked, resting my arm gently over Sam's shoulder. She wasn't my usual type but her body screamed sex. She had a thin waist, thick hips and thighs, just looking at her made my mouth water. "NOPE!" Alex yelled as he pulled my arm away from her. God damn. "No way man...the last time you fucked one of her friends she about killed me. That girl still hasn't talked to Lacy..." My eyes stayed locked on Sam, I couldn't put my finger on it but something about her was different. Suddenly she spit her drink all over herself a look of shock on her face. A laugh burst out of my mouth as I watched her cheeks turn bright red with embarrassment - she was pretty cute even with alcohol all over her. "I'm not going to fuck her...Just trying to say hi is all." I shrugged - throwing my hands up in front of me. "Yeah, Liam, the last time you boned one of my roomies she moved out and left me with the whole rent!" Lacy spat as she pulled Sam back to her. Damn, what was with everyone being such a cock block tonight? "Hey it isn't my fault...She knew what she was getting into..." I grabbed another beer and took a swig. "No worries guys...I don't think we have to worry about him boning me..." Sam chirped, now she really had my attention. "Is that so?" I licked over my lips, a grin creeping over them. Damn I can't remember the last time a girl wasn't even slightly interested. Before I could say anything else I felt Bianca latch herself to me, her obnoxious voice ringing in my ears. Why? Why the hell did Bianca come over here now? I frowned and shrugged her off my arm as I watched Lacy pull Sam away. Bianca was my booty call for the past month, if I needed laid and there wasn't anyone else around I would give her a call. I guess I need to break this off with her before she gets too attached. There was nothing really pleasant about Bianca other than her looks. She was rude, self absorbed and selfish. "Bianca not now." I growled. "But...But..baby..." she pouted grabbing at my arm again. "Fuck. Off." I pulled away from her again. Bianca glared at me and stomped off. As much as I tried to focus on whatever the guys were talking about I couldn't help but watch Sam from across the yard. There was just something about her - and I needed to get to know her. I kept my eyes on her - watching her laugh and smile. About an hour later Lacy had disappeared and Sam was making her way back over to the fire. She was by herself this time, so maybe she wasn't as uninterested as I had thought. As she got closer I could see her stumbling slightly, a little uneasy on her feet. How much had she had to drink this evening? "Hey Trentonnn..." Her words were slurred and drawn out. She wobbled slightly, my eyes glued to her. Her cheeks were flushed from the alcohol and her body more relaxed. "Lace said to ask you to help me with the drink s'itch." Man, she was shitfaced. "Yeah I got you." Wait, what? Why would he give her more? "Thank you, sir." Before I could stop her she was headed back over to her spot near the house. I shook my head and followed her. Quickly, I grabbed her arm to stop her. She flipped around and now I was so close to her, I could smell the sweet smell of vanilla mixed with the pungent smell of alcohol. "What do you want?" She yelled right in my face, I'm not sure if she was angry or just couldn't tell how close we really were. "I think you've had enough..." I laughed and pulled the beer from her hand. "You don't know what I need!" She spat, god this girl was a spitfire. I liked it. I liked it a little too much. "Oh I don't?" I leaned in, whispering. My lips were just an inch or so from hers. God I wanted to take her right then and there. "You...just...GAH!" She yelled and quickly headed into the house.

She was making this too fun, I moved fast to keep up with her. Her tiny frame weaved in and out of the people with ease. Wait...where the hell did she go? I looked around the room, the swarms of people blended together. There she is, wait, who the hell is she with? I moved closer and could see Travis Parsons, some idiot all over her. The closer I got, I could tell she was struggling to get him off of her. His hands gripping to her waist as he rubbed all over her. I snapped. The next thing I knew I was pummeling Parson's face. No, she wasn't mine but something deep made me livid to see someone touch her. As I turned to check on her I could tell she wasn't okay and my hands grabbed her right before she hit the floor. "Shit..." I frowned and lifted her up. She was small and fit perfectly in my arms. Carefully, I made my way to my bedroom and shut the door behind us. The music was muted by the shut door, leaving the room quiet. I carried her over to my bed, gently laying her down. Now that I had better lighting, I could see the light freckles on her cheeks. She had such an innocent look about her, it was alluring.

Not sure if it would be a good idea to leave her alone, I sent Trenton and text letting him know what happened and flopped down on the futon on the other side of the room. I settled in for the evening and played xbox, glancing over to check on her every few minutes. I wasn't usually the type to play baby sitter but I couldn't just leave her down there. The honest truth was I didn't really want to leave her.

Suddenly I heard coughing and then, there it was, the horrible sound of vomit. I jumped up from the futon but by the time I got to her she was covered. "Fuck..." I groaned as I lifted her from the bed. "Come on princess..." I kicked open the door to the bathroom, as I entered the room I felt her body lurch forward. "Shit..." Quickly I moved her in front of the toilet, my hands wrapped in her soft brown hair, keeping it from her face. "There ya go...." I mumbled as she emptied her stomach into the toilet. After she seemed to calm down I leaned her against the bathroom wall as I pulled her flannel shirt off, followed by her tank top. I grabbed a wet cloth, wiping her face and chest off. She was way too far gone to even notice what I was doing. "You are an awful lot of trouble you know..." She didn't even acknowledge that I had spoken a word. I slipped my t-shirt off and pulled it over her. After setting her back on the bed, I tugged her vomit cover shorts off, tossing them into my pile of dirty clothes. God, why did she have to be so drunk, she looked so damn good in my t-shirt. Trying my best to get those thoughts out of my head, I pulled the covers down, tucking her into the bed. Right when I tried to pull away I felt her small hand grip my wrist. God, I hope she wasn't about to puke again. "Hold me..." She mumbled her eyes flickering open for just a moment. This was a terrible idea, but fuck it. I slipped my jeans off and climbed over her to the other side of the bed, pulling the covers back over us both. Before, I got too comfortable I sent Trenton another text telling him she was staying before tossing my phone onto the night stand. I couldn't remember the last time I had actually SLEPT with a girl. I never let them stay the night, I didn't want them to get any ideas. I draped my arms around her waist, pulling her close. I buried my face in her hair and took in the sweet smell of vanilla, even after the puking and booze she still smelled sweet. My whole body seemed to relax, my face buried in her hair. Everything started getting fuzzy and I could feel myself start to drift off to sleep.