JPOV
"Who's your friend?" I ask Edward as we walk into the loft. I'm thinking about getting a house. Maybe a nice brownstone. Somewhere we can raise a family. My mind is all over the place these days. I love having a future to look forward with him.
"Her name is Mercy."
"Mercy?" That's really her name?
"Yeah," Edward chuckles as he remembers something. "It's what the guys beg for when she puts the pussy on them."
I let out a sound somewhere between a scoff and laugh. What a thing to say! "How old is she?" She looked so young. I shake my head in sadness that a girl as young and promising as her is on the streets, selling her body.
"Maybe fifteen or sixteen?" Edward's tone depicts my sadness. He sees how unfair it is too.
"Did you know her?" Maybe Edward knows her from his days on the streets.
"No, never met her, but she works down there." Edward walks over to the couch and sits down. He looks pensive. "She's so young."
I feel the same way. I sigh because I can see the wheels turning in his head. "What do you want to do?" I ask him with a smile.
He looks up at me and smiles. "I want to help her, love."
I want to help her too.
"It's just that I know she won't want it. I know she'll be afraid. I know she'll joke around and say I want to sleep with her." He chuckles and looks at me. "Maybe the both of us," he says with a sigh.
"Does she know that we're…"
"Gay? Yeah." He smiles. "She's cool with it. I just want to help before it's too late. She's so young, but so experienced. I hated that, Jasper. I hate when shit like this happens to kids. It shouldn't have to happen."
"It shouldn't have to happen to you either," I say to him, going to sit down beside him. I kiss him on his forehead and he sighs and leans into me. "I don't know what to do, Jasper."
"You'll figure it out, darlin'. If you need any help…"
He kisses me. "I know, and I love you for it."
Two weeks pass with wedding planning and Edward getting to know Mercy Emma Blake. She's 16 years old and has been in New York for two years since a drug dealer her own mother gave her to in exchange for drugs, sold her to her current pimp. When Edward first told me, I was too angry to think straight. Edward was even worse.
But Mercy is beautiful, both inside and out. Why would someone be so cruel to her? She lights up Edward's days. He talks about her a lot and I can see that he loves to hang out with her. Tanya has met her. And I saw her briefly another time at the coffeehouse. She smiled at me and it was beautiful. She's a lovely girl. She's 5'5, African-American, slim built with shoulder length naturally, curly hair and light brown eyes. Edward said she loves jazz, hip hop and rock music. She also loves books, both fiction and non-fiction, and movies. She also loves to learn and her favorite subject is History. Edward couldn't wait to share that with me, figuring Mercy and I could have someone to talk about. I was happy to hear that part.
Our life has begun to include Mercy's well being to a certain effect. I've stubborn and it has led to small fights with Edward when he tries to explain to me, over and over again that I can just pull Mercy out of her 'job'. I turn to Tanya and she agreed with Edward. She says it's too hard. Mercy has what she and Edward didn't…a pimp. They both have tried to make me see the danger of it, but I've been blinded by this need to help her. I just don't understand why we can't just go down to the red light district and get her.
"It's not done that way," Edward sighed exasperatedly over dinner, one night last week when I brought it up after Mercy didn't show up for a lunch date with him. I was supposed to meet her that day. We were waiting in the park for her. She found a way to call Edward earlier and asked to talk to me. She apologized for not showing up and promise to next time. Apparently, her pimp was getting suspicious because she was disappearing every day and heading uptown. "She has a pimp. She has to answer to him. If he knows someone is interested in her, and that person will cause her not to return to make him money, he might hurt her. If she's his best seller, he won't want to let her go."
"Edward, we can pay him off," I scoffed. "It's not like I don't have the money." I don't see what the big deal is. I'm a wealthy guy. So is Edward.
"There's a principle to it," Tanya jumped in. She was having dinner with us. Jake was out of town on business. Tanya hadn't been feeling too well lately. This was the first meal she was keeping down. "If he feels threatened, he'll kill her, Jasper." That part, I understood. And I didn't want any harm to come to her.
I haven't personally sat down and talk to Mercy, but through Edward, I've grown attached to her. It's as if I share a strange bond with her. Despite the dangers, I still want her safe. I want her away from the life she's currently living in. So that's why, I'm on my way to the red light district…alone. I didn't tell Edward because I know he'll be pissed off at me when he finds out. He's been calling and I only answer once and lied. He knows I lied and he'll probably call me on it later.
I slow when I enter the district. Prostitutes, male and female, watch me cruise by. It feels strange to be down here again. To think…I met my future in this place. If I hadn't met Edward that night, I don't know where I'd be right now. He saved me. I have a picture of Mercy that I forwarded from Edward's phone to mine while he was in the shower this morning. It was from a lunch date they had three days ago. He said Mercy had been messing around with his phone.
I know she'll be dressed in some too short get up and lots of makeup to make her look mature, but I'm praying I see her. I want to help her get a night off.
I know Edward said it will be hard to make her believe me, but I have to try. Something is driving me to get to know this girl.
I fist pump when I see her. She's standing by a streetlight in a, just as I predicted, mini flair black skirt, thigh high black shiny boots, a white mesh top and black bra. She has a handbag over her shoulder. Tanya said pimps are never far off and I spot a greasy looking fucker, watching her. He's a white guy with, I think, tattoos on his chest running up to his neck. He's wearing dark pants, a white tank, which looks a little dirty and a shirt over that. He's scrawny looking, and fucking creepy as he watches Mercy.
I slow my car in front of her. She smiles and strolls over. The pimp is watching her. She taps on my window and I bring it down enough for her to see me. She's about to proposition herself when her voice is caught when she sees it's me. I know she knows what I look like. Edward has pictures of me on his phone. "Hey, baby, what can I do for you toni…. Jasper?!" She freezes at the window. She comes to and is about to move away. I'm losing her.
"Don't!" I say to her. "I just want to help."
She raises an eyebrow at me. Edward does say she's cocky. "Sure, you just aren't down to hear all about the juicy shit me and Edward be doing?" She winks at me.
I play along. "Yeah, that too. And I was hoping maybe we could do some shit too."
"It'll cost you," she smiles and nods at the scrawny looking pimp.
"I know," I tell her. "I'm good for it. Go tell him I want you for the night."
She's about to say something but decides against it. She walks over to the guy and says something to him. He looks at my car and pushes her toward me with a laugh. I have to fight the urge to get out and hit him for shoving her. What's going on with me? Mercy walks back to the car and climbs in. I speed off with her.
We drive in silence until we're out of the red light district. Finally, she speaks up, "Alright, thanks, Jasper, you can let me off here." She points to the sidewalk I stubbornly drive passed. She scoffs and mumbles something.
"What did you say?"
"I said you're as stubborn as your fiancé," she says with a roll of her eyes.
I smile. "Why would you say that?"
" 'Cause Edward would've sped it pass too." She sighed. "He's so fucking stubborn. How do you do it? How do you handle him?"
"I don't," I tell her. "Edward is my fiancé and I love him, but I don't handle him. He's a grown man. I also happen to love his stubbornness."
"Why? The sex is better?" I have to choke back a laugh. Edward has proudly said she was straight forward. He said she didn't see the reason to get to the point at a snail's pace. She also had no filter and chose to say whatever she thought.
"Yeah," I agree, making her laugh. The sound of it is wonderful. "It makes the sex better. But do you know which is even better?"
"Angry sex?" she says, turning slightly in her seat, bending one of her leg under the other as she listens to me intently while I take us to my home where Edward will, no doubt, be waiting to chew my ass out for doing this.
"No. When I do something good."
She laughs. "I see what's going on here. You want some good sex. So you decide to come down to the other side of town to save lil' old me so Edward will fuck your brains out."
"While that's not a bad idea," I clarify. "That's not why I did this. I want to know you."
"Scared I'll steal him?" she says smugly with a grin when I glance at her.
"No. This is about you."
She sighs and takes her foot down. She turns away, looking through the window while lost in thought. We're in silence when I pull up to my building. I get out and walk around the car, opening her door. She smiles at the gesture and thanks me. We're in silence as we walk through the lobby. But she chuckles as we ascended to my floor. "Edward's gonna get you."
"I'll be fine," I say as we get off on my floor.
I stop short and Mercy giggles as she pretends to hide behind me from my furious looking fiancé.
"What the hell did you do?" he practically growls at me. "I told you not to go down there! Jasper, are you crazy? Do you remember what happened?!" I know what he means. Every time I watch him put on his glasses, I remember the night he was attacked.
"I know," I say, hating the fact that he's reminding me of that horrible night. "I just…"
Edward looks between me and Mercy and rolls his eyes, sighing exasperatedly as he opens to the door and walks in. "Don't do that to me again. You weren't even answering the phone again after you answered and lied to me that one time," he goes on as we walk in behind him. Mercy gasps and mumbles something about how great our place looks.
Edward plops down on the couch and I tell Mercy to close the door and take a seat anywhere. She looks at me cautiously. "I mean it," I say to her.
"What you're saying now or what you said to Mikey?" That's the asshole's name, huh? I hate him.
"Both. You're staying here tonight…" Edward gasps as I continue. "And I want you to close the door, go and sit anywhere you want and get comfortable."
She looks at me long and hard. I wonder what she's thinking until she smiles and hugs me happily, shocking me. "Thank you!"
I move over to Edward, who's pouting at me. "I'm not forgiving you tonight."
"I know," I say to him. Though, I know he will. Edward never stays mad at me for too long.
"You scared me," he says softly. "Embry said you're not supposed to…"
"I know." I finish for him. I remember what happened the last time I was down there. It's also why I took the Mercedes and not the Envogue.
"Why?" he asks.
I turn and see Mercy pulling off her boots, dropping her bag to the floor, she looks at me as to ask permission to pick up the remote and I nod 'yes'. She smiles and sits on the carpet in front of the television, remote in hand, and starts flipping through the channels.
"I don't know if it's what you've said about her," I say, sitting down next to him. He takes my hand and kisses the back of it then clasps our fingers. "But I want to help her. I want her out. Look at her, Edward." I look at the girl on the floor watching the cartoon she's settled on and laughing. "She's just a kid. Maybe we can't help everyone, but we can start somewhere. And this girl…she's something special, baby. I know it."
We stumble into the bedroom trying to be quiet. Mercy is asleep in the guestroom. Edward has worked out our plan. We went over it with her earlier after a late dinner, and while she wasn't really into it, sighting the dangers of fucking around with her pimp's head, but she said she was okay with it eventually.
I'd become her client. I'll pay enough for her on my 'visits' to ensure she spends the night. Tanya and Edward know how to contact Embry and they'll ask him to watch out for me when I'm down there. Embry won't get between Mercy and her pimp unless the need arises. I hated the last part, but Mercy understood.
"We have to be quiet," Edward whispers while I suck on his pulse point. My hands are on his jeans, wrestling to get them open. I'm successful and I stick my hand down the front of them, groping his hard cock. He hisses in my ear before biting the shell of it, making me moan.
We stumble over to the bed and collapse on it in a fit of laughter. Edward climbs on top of me, pulling my shirt off. We need each other too much to stop or resist the temptation. Our clothes are shed amidst kissing, groping and the soft moans that escape us. Edward feels so good against me. He works his delectable mouth down my body making me forgetting everything as he takes me into his mouth, working his tongue up and down my cock from base to tip. I grasp his now unruly hair and moan, arching into him when he deep throats my dick.
"Ugh..baby…so good," I moan as he sucks me. "Don't stop." I beg as he works his way up my cock to suck the head…hard.
"I never will," he promises as he moves away for a short time to grab the lube. I ask him to fuck me. I want to feel him inside of me. I want to feel him coming within me. I want to know I belong to him and him alone.
He takes me back into his mouth while he prepares me. He allows me to come down his throat and lets me relax before he gently whispers for me to get on all four. I do as I'm asked and I revel in the feel of his lips nipping and kissing my skin. It sends shivers down my spine. He pushes inside of me and I groan. He's so fast. I didn't even know he was preparing himself. He feels amazing. I want this to last forever. I want to be in his arms…forever.
"I love you, Jasper," he groans in my ear as he pulls me up to sit in his lap while he moves within me. It's slow. It's sweet. It's everything I'll always want.
"I love…ugh…you too, Edward," I say, moving my hips up to take him deeper. Our rhythm is slow and sweet until it grows to be too much. "Please…baby…please…faster…please…"
"Ugh…I know…love you so much…" Edward says as his hips speed up.
His thrusts are powerful as he grasps my thigh and pushes into me when I fall to my elbows. "Fuck! Jasper!" he shouts and I want to laugh. "So fucking tight!" I'm proud of myself for making him feel this way and I'm feeling a little smug knowing only I can do this to Edward. Make him feel this good. "Fuck! Jasper, love you so fucking much!" He grunts as his cock pulsates inside of me and his thrusts grow erratic. I fist my dick, pumping it in time with Edward's thrusts until we come. He pumps his cock into me until the spasms in him stop. He slowly pulls out of me and I collapse to the bed. The time he's spent in the gym is doing him good.
I must've dozed off because I jump when his lips touch my neck. He continues to kiss it while he cleans me off. "You were so good," he says to me.
"Thank you," I say smugly, making him chuckle. The deep sound of it makes my cock twitch.
Edward laughs softly and nips and then kisses my ear. "No more tonight. You're tired, love. I love you."
"I love you too," I whisper back and fall asleep, happy and content that my fiancé wasn't too mad at me. I helped someone tonight to escape for a while. And my hotter than thou fiancé fucked me into a tiresome stupor. But as I drift off, deeper into a land where all my dreams are of Edward, I think about Mercy and how I want to help her escape the life she's living now…forever. I want her to have a normal life. I want her to go back to school. She's smart. She'd be great. I can see it. There's something about her. Something I can't put my finger on. Something special. I don't know what role Mercy is going to play in our lives, but I have a feeling she'll be around for a while.
