Page 31 of Theirs to Love

“I’m pretty sure that neither one of them is a crazed serial killer. Right guys?” Mercy turned to find both guys had crowded up behind her. They had the same look on their faces that both Travis and Jackson had when they looked at Emily and Mercy suddenly felt a little overheated.

Emily pointed between the two hot guys who had protectively surrounded Mercy, “Just make sure that she gets home safely and in one piece,” she barked. Both men nodded and smiled, and Mercy worried about what she had just signed up for.

Emily pulled Mercy in for a hug, “Good luck and call me,” she whispered.

“I will and don’t worry so much. I’ll be fine.” Mercy kissed her cheek and gave her a saucy wink causing her to laugh. Emily shook her head and turned to find both of her guys. Mercy waved at Jackson and Travis as the three of them left.

She turned to find both Cash and Callan still crowded up behind her. It felt as if they had sucked all the air out of the room and her head spun with desire from them being close enough to touch. But she didn’t. Mercy knew that if she allowed herself one touch or even one kiss, she would find herself between these two sexy alpha men and she was afraid that she would never want to find her way out.

“So, how about it, Mercy? You wanna get out of here?” Callan took her hand, pulling her into his body and Cash pushed up against the side of her. She wasn’t sure what her answer should be, but she looked at them both and whispered, “Yes.” What she was saying yes to, she hadn’t a clue. But she was hoping that if she asked nicely she might just get what she wanted and she wanted them both.

Callan flashed Cash a cocky smile, “Later Cash,” he barked. Cash looked down at her and the stern warning she saw in his eyes made her shiver. It was now or never, being a coward wouldn’t get her what she wanted.

“Yes, to both of you.” Her voice was so quiet, she wasn’t sure that she even said the words out loud. But, judging by the way Callan’s smile faded and Cash’s eyes flared, she had. She was about to find out if she just made a foolish miscalculation or ifshe had just asked for what might turn out to be the best night of her life. Either way, she had nothing to lose.

Callan

Callan knew that Cash had heard the nasty rumors that were circulating the bar about him. Hell, he had heard them all himself and he knew exactly who had started them. He had taken home a bar fly two months ago and she was spreading rumors like wildfire about him. Most of them were false but he was still getting pushback from Cash and that pissed him off. For the most part, Callan kept his nose clean and his head in the game. He let one woman turn his head and now his reputation was shit. She even had her girlfriends coming into the bar and telling Cash that he promised them free drinks.

Cash had sat him down and told him to get his shit together and it pissed him off that his friend bought into the rumors. So, he let it slide and told Cash to lighten the fuck up. He wasn’t about to explain himself to Cash or anyone else, for that matter. He kept his head down and minded his own business. Well, that was until tonight when he saw sexy little Mercy wander up to the bar. He barely made it through his set before telling the guys that he was done for the night. He saw that she had taken an interest in Cash and if he didn’t put his bid in she’d end up in his friend’s bed.

He thought that he had her too, she agreed to get out of there and go home with him but then Cash butted in, and now little Mercy was asking the two of them for something that he wasn’t sure they could give to her—a night with the two of them sharing her. It was something that he hadn’t done before and from the terrified look on Cash’s face, he wasn’t a fan of the idea either.

“Wait, honey, you want both of us—together?” Cash stuttered.

Mercy nodded, suddenly seeming shy and unsure of herself. “Yes, please,” she whispered.

Callan chuckled, “I think this is the first time I’ve seen you speechless, Cash.” His poor friend stood with his mouth open staring at Mercy as if he didn’t quite understand what she was asking.

“If you guys don’t want to or if it’s something that you don’t do, I understand,” Mercy rambled. Cash shook his head as if trying to process everything.

“I’ve done it before Princess, just not with Callan. I swore that I’d never do it again either,” Cash growled. Mercy looked down at the floor as if defeated by Cash’s rejection.

“Fuck,” Cash swore. He turned to Callan, and he wasn’t sure if Cash was going to punch him or hug him. The look on his face was a cross between comical and painful and Callan felt bad for putting his friend through this. “Will you excuse us, Mercy? Callan and I need to have a little chat.” Mercy nodded and Cash motioned for Callan to join him back in his office. He followed him back, pretty sure that he wasn’t going to like what was going to happen next.

Callan stepped into the dark room and Cash shut the door behind him, “What the fuck, man?” Cash flopped down in the chair behind his big desk and ran his hands through his long brown hair.

“If this is going to happen we need to come up with an agreement,” Cash warned. “I won’t hurt her but fuck, I don’t think that I can keep my hands off of her.” Callan nodded his agreement

“I’m with you there, man. It’s been a couple of months for me, and I want her so badly I can almost taste her.” Cash sent Callan a look of disbelief and he knew the score; Cash believed the rumors. He didn’t feel like fighting with Cash when he could be fucking Mercy.

“So, how do we do this?” Callan barked.

Cash shrugged, “Damned if I know.” They both turned at the soft knock on the door, watching as Mercy let herself into Cash’s office. Callan knew that if she walked into the small room, they would all be walking out together.

“I’m going to just go, guys. I’m sorry that I caused any trouble. I was just looking for a good time and I guess I took it too far.” Mercy turned to leave Cash’s office and Callan was afraid that Cash was going to just let her walk out. He knew that she wanted them both or neither of them. Mercy was just about through the door when Cash growled at her to stop. His voice echoed through the office and Mercy stopped in her tracks.

“Please don’t stop me from walking out only to call me back to tell me this isn’t going to work out. I’m not looking for anything long term and Lord knows that I’m not ready for anything serious. Just one night, the three of us having a little fun.” Mercy leaned against the door frame trying for casual, but Callan could tell that she was nervous as hell.

Cash groaned again and Callan laughed, “You seem to be doing a lot of that tonight, man.”

“Fine, fucking fine.” Cash stood and crossed the room to where Mercy stood to pull her into his arms. He sealed his mouth over hers and she seemed to melt against his body. Callan wasn’t about to let Cash have all the fun.

“My turn,” Cash turned Mercy towards Callan letting him taste her mouth and she willingly let him in, parting her lips to let his tongue find hers.

“Damn, you taste good baby,” Callan growled. He couldn’t wait to taste the rest of her, but he knew that they needed to set a few rules first.

“What are the ground rules?” Callan looked over to Cash, allowing him to take point, which was no easy feat for him. He liked control in and out of the bedroom but if they were going to share Mercy even for just one night, there could only be one alpha. He was willing to let Cash have that as long as he got Mercy, that was all he wanted at the moment.

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