Page 158 of Cruel Steps

“JoJo’s your friend?”

“Mmhm. I’ll bring her over to meet you if she’s around later. She knows about us.” Her face heated. “She asked to join and said she had a girl crush on me.”

I growled into her neck. “No way. I’ll only share you with Holden.” She giggled, my dick remembering how hot she looked dancing. “I was so hard for you all through your dance, Mer. Knowing all those people were watching you, wishing they had you, and knowing you were coming home with me. Damn.” I nudged her with my dick, her breath catching as she felt it. “Please tell me there’s somewhere we can have a moment.”

Mer bit her lip, her eyes dancing back and forth as she thought. “There might be. We can try it.”

“Lead the way.”

She took my hand and pulled me down a hallway, then another, turning right and left. She knocked on a door, and when no one answered, she turned the knob slowly. The door opened to a dark stage area. Light peeked out from beneath the curtain, and soft murmurs of guests floated under.

“Holy shit. Is this the stage?”

“Yeah. Well, the side of the stage. This is used for props. She gestured to the other side where the diamonds they’d danced with during the first number were, along with giant feathers, fans, and silver balls.

“You gonna be quiet for me, sweetheart?”

She whimpered but nodded. My hands drifted down her body, loving how she felt. I’d always enjoyed sex. It was sex. But I usually focused so much on what my partner wanted, I never felt satisfied.

Being with Mer was a completely different experience. She encouraged me to explore my kinks and embraced them so enthusiastically that I never seemed to get enough of her. My refractory period even surprised me.

Lifting the silk of her nightie, I brushed over the apex of her thighs. Her panties were soaked, and I groaned. I wasn’t gentle as I plunged my finger into her, tilting her head back to take her lips with mine as I backed her against a table. We didn’t have much time, but it wouldn’t last that long. This was the riskiest place I’d ever tried to get away with.

I wanted to lift her in my arms and fuck her against the wall, but my broken ribs said no. Pushing her to sit on the table, I stepped between her spread legs, not breaking the kiss or my finger plunging into her. She coated my finger, her cum covering my hand and filling the space with the smell of her arousal.

“Please,” she whispered.

Unzipping my jeans, I freed myself and slid her panties over as I entered. The added restrictions made it hotter as I sank into her wet heat. We moaned into our kiss as our bodies adjusted. With her legs wrapped around my waist, I squeezed her ass and snapped my hips forward. The sound of the audience on the other side spurred me on. The dance Mer had given replayed in my mind, and my orgasm drew near.

“So close, sweetheart.”

“Me, too.”

Our breaths entwined as we panted, joining with the sound of our bodies snapping together. Mer clung to me, her fingers digging into my shoulders as I brought us both to the edge and back.

“Come for me, Mer. Scream into my shoulder and wear my cum the rest of the night, marking you as mine.”

She shuddered at my words, her body going rigid as she did exactly as I told her to, and screamed her release into my shoulder to muffle the sound. After, she turned her head and bit my neck, then sucked on the skin to mark me. It was the last straw, and I fell over, my orgasm smashing into me as I came.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re so fucking perfect for me.”

She smiled demurely, and I loved the two sides of her. She could be my sweetheart, my Merbear, and the wildcat Holden called her.

“I love you,” she whispered. Cupping her face, I kissed her gently, cherishing this time with her.

“I love you.”

Smiling, I helped her off the table, and we righted ourselves. Mer peeked out the door, and we walked out together. “I’ll be out there watching.”

“I’ll be the one dancing for you.”

Kissing her one more time, I smacked her butt as she turned to go into the dressing room. She gasped and giggled, making me want to haul her back into my arms. Instead, I returned to Wildfire, nodding at Rocco as I sat at the bar. The booth I’d been at earlier was occupied, but I didn’t care. This was directly in line with the stage, giving me a better view.

It wasn’t long before the lights and music returned, and I sat in anticipation. The thought of doing this for the rest of my life didn’t scare me because it was us. Holden and I both needed Mer. She fit perfectly between us, and I loved our time together and alone. My family didn’t understand me, but these two people did, and I’d do anything for them.

Which meant we needed to find the asshole who was intent on taking it away from me.

You were wrong, motherfucker. She isn’t yours, but ours. You messed with the wrong men.

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