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“Come for me, Mercy,” he growled against her pussy. Mercy seemed to have no problem obeying his command and she rodeout her orgasm, finding her release. She released Callan’s cock from her swollen lips and shouted Cash’s name, and he was so fucking happy that it was his name on her lips. Callan watched her come undone and just the sight of sexy little Mercy riding out her orgasm, grinding against Cash’s mouth seemed to send him over the edge. He pumped his cock into his hand and shot his come down her body, coating her breasts.

Cash decided that he didn’t want to wait any longer. He knew that he needed to take her, make her hips and he didn’t care if that made him a greedy bastard. He was consumed by his own need, and he stripped and sunk balls deep into her hot core. She was tight from the orgasm that he had just given her and her pussy spasmed around his throbbing cock. He knew that he wasn’t going to last long but he didn’t care. He wanted to take everything that he needed from Mercy, and he only had tonight to do it.

“You feel so fucking good, little one.” He pulled his cock almost completely out of her core only to slam back into her body. She moaned and wrapped her legs around him. He smiled down at her, his dirty mind racing with all the possibilities of what the three of them could do together.

“Next, Callan and I are going to tie up your sexy, little body and we’re going to take turns fucking in and out of you.” Mercy closed her eyes as if the pleasure was too much for her.

“Open your eyes, little one,” Mercy’s brown eyes flew open, and she gifted him with her sexy smile. “You like the idea of us tying you up, don’t you?”

Mercy didn’t hesitate to answer, “Yes,” she hissed. Callan took her mouth in a passionate kiss while he played with her taut nipples, plucking and pinching them. Cash knew that they weren’t being gentle with her. Mercy would wear their marks for days to come, reminding her where they had been and what the three of them did together. That thought had Cash spiraling overthe edge as he pumped in and out of her body harder, finding his release deep inside of Mercy. He knew that his primal need to take her, mark her, and make her his was taking over. His inner caveman hadn’t been released in so long that he was just starting to wake up. Still, he wasn’t quite sure how to get himself in check, not liking the lack of control that he felt after taking what he needed from Mercy. He pulled free from her body, grabbed his bottle of vodka, and walked into the adjoining master bath, leaving Mercy with Callan. Cash needed a few minutes to pull his head out of his ass and get himself under control. He was afraid that if he didn’t, he wouldn’t let Mercy walk away from him in the morning. Keeping her wasn’t an option and sharing her was out of the question.

Cash took another sip of vodka letting the burn from the alcohol soothe his aching soul. He heard Callan and Mercy both moaning and heard the smacking of skin, leading him to assume that Callan was taking his turn with her. It was better for him not to be in that room watching the two of them together but imagining Callan fucking her was torture. He decided to man up and go back into his bedroom. He wasn’t a coward and hiding in the bathroom wasn’t his style. He took another drink of liquid courage and opened the bathroom door to find Callan fucking Mercy from behind, her body bent over his bed. Callan seemed to be finished, pulling free from her body. He whispered praises and pulled her into his arms, crawling into Cash’s bed with her. Cash felt like a first-class jerk not doing the same for her after she gifted him so beautifully with her submission. She deserved everything that Callan was giving her and so much more, but he was an ass, taking what he needed and running into the bathroom to hide. Cash wanted to crawl onto the bed and pull her into his body, but he wasn’t sure if he deserved a place next to her. He felt like a selfish bastard.

He rounded the bed to stand on the side closest to Mercy, “I’m sorry little one, I was wrong to leave you. I just—well, I have no excuse. May I join you?” Cash never felt so unsure of himself in his life. He hated that Mercy had him so tied up in knots and he wasn’t sure why he let her get under his skin the way that she had.

“It’s okay, Cash,” she whispered holding her arms out to him in invitation. He didn’t hesitate to crawl into his bed and pull her against his body. Callan smiled over at him and nodded as Cash wrapped his body around Mercy. She seemed to fit so perfectly between them and that thought had him reeling.

“This is all a little surreal for me too, Cash. I usually don’t fall into bed with a guy that I just met.” Mercy barked out her laugh, “And here I am lying between two of the sexiest men that I’ve ever seen. Yep, I’ve officially crossed over to the dark side.”

“For the night,” Callan amended. Cash felt Mercy’s body stiffen in his arms and he wanted to punch Callan for reminding Mercy that this was only temporary. She was just starting to loosen up around them and Callan reminding her that she was disposable had her feeling awkward and shy again. Hell, Cash was feeling that way, and he didn’t have an awkward or shy bone in his body.

“I know what this is, Callan,” she whispered. “Please just let me have the fantasy for a bit longer. I promise, when the morning comes I will be out of here and you won’t hear from me again.” The thought of Mercy walking away from them had Cash’s stomach all tied up in knots. He knew the score; heck he even made the fucking agreement between the three of them. Why did it feel as though his rules were coming back to bite him in the ass now?

Cash rolled Mercy underneath his big body, practically swallowing it up with his own. “Let’s play some more, little one,”he whispered. “I have so much more that I want to do to you.” Mercy moaned and ground herself against his leg.

“Thank you, Cash,” Mercy whispered. He kissed her mouth, giving her everything that she had just asked for. Mercy wanted the fantasy that he and Callan were offering, and Cash knew that he could be that for her.

“You’re welcome, little one. Are you ready for some more fun?” Mercy’s enthusiastic nod had both Callan and him laughing.

“Yes, please,” she said.

“Get the rope out of my nightstand, Callan,” he ordered. Callan rolled over and got the rope that Cash kept stashed in his top drawer and handed it over. “Let’s spread her open and make a feast of her,” he barked, throwing Callan part of the rope.

Mercy squealed with anticipation causing Cash to chuckle. He couldn’t remember a time when he had laughed so much in one night. Mercy Parks made him feel things and do things that he had forgotten he was capable of, and he wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing. What he was sure of was that watching little Mercy walk out of his life wasn’t going to be easy to do. Necessary, sure. But not easy.

Mercy

Present-Day—Six Months Later

Mercy smoothed her dress over her expanding waistline. She had hidden her pregnancy from everyone including her two closest friends, Emily and Regan. Mercy knew that she wasn’t going to be able to hide the fact that she was growing a human being inside of her for too much longer. Every time she felt the baby flutter inside her tummy it was like a constant reminder that she was carrying a ticking bomb inside of her womb and in about three months, time was going to be up.

She was afraid to tell work about the pregnancy considering that she needed to keep her job. Since they let Emily go, word had gotten around the hospital that the real reason they fired her wasn’t that they were overstaffed but because some of the board members were stuffy, old know-it-alls who couldn’t mind their own business. Emily and the guys knew that their unconventional relationship was the real reason behind the hospital letting her go but they decided not to pursue the issue.Emily’s grandfather had left her enough money that she didn’t have to work if she didn’t want to. Mercy wasn’t that fortunate.

When her parents passed away a few years back Mercy was left to fend for herself. Her grandmother took her in and tried to help her, but Mercy learned to take care of herself not wanting to be a burden to her gram. She put herself through nursing school and worked two full-time jobs to pay for it. When she graduated, the hospital wasn’t hiring nurses, and she was forced to move back in with her grandmother. Gram was thrilled to have her around and Mercy enjoyed spending time with her and being there to help take care of everything, giving her peace of mind. Gram was still spry for a seventy-year-old. She loved going to the senior center and especially loved her bingo night. Mercy didn’t have the heart to move her gram into a nursing home and really, there wasn’t a need for it. Even after she was hired on at the local hospital, Mercy agreed to continue living with Gram. It was the best for her grandmother and if she was being honest, she loved the way her gram doted on her.

Mercy leaned against the barn wall watching Emily, Travis, and Jackson dancing in the middle of the barn, so completely in love that the site of them nearly took her breath away. For a moment she wished that she could find the person that would look at her the way that both Emily’s new husbands looked at her. Mercy cupped her belly and tried like hell to hold back her tears. There was no way that she was going to be caught bawling at Em’s wedding, but she was a complete sap with the pregnancy hormones.

Her friends and Gram had hinted at knowing about her pregnancy and Mercy knew that they were smart enough to figure out that she wasn’t just overeating. All the extra trips to the bathroom and the morning sickness were enough to give it away. She even traveled to a doctor two towns over trying to stay off Emily’s radar. But Mercy felt that if she admitted out loudthat she was pregnant, it would become all too real. She wasn’t ready for that yet. The longer she could pretend that she wasn’t pregnant, the more time she had to figure her shit out.

The first thing she needed to get her head around was figuring out who the father was. Mercy internally beat herself up daily for being so stupid. She got caught up in Emily’s happiness and found herself between two very sexy men of her own for one crazy night. Emily and the guys took her to Manholes a little over six months ago and the rest was history—or the future if she counted the fact that her baby hadn’t been born yet. She lost all her senses when the bar owner, Cash, and the lead singer in the band, Callan, offered to share her for the night. They admitted that they had never shared a woman before and Mercy had to admit that being in a threesome appealed to her, especially being friends with Regan and Em. Memories of that night swept through her mind, the way that both men used her body and gave her so much pleasure in return, had her clenching her thighs together trying to stave off the desire that felt like a punch to her gut.

But when the night was over, so was the fantasy. Cash explained that he didn’t like to share his women and that if she was going to be his, he wouldn’t want her with another Dom. Cash and Callan were both Doms and the two wanted nothing to do with sharing a woman long term. Mercy knew the score before she jumped into bed with them but now, she was the one paying the price.

She didn’t see either of them again, steering clear of Manholes and coming up with some lame excuse every time Regan or Em would ask her to go out with them and the guys. Besides, the fact that she couldn’t drink she didn’t want to stand the chance of running into Cash or Callan at the bar. She wasn’t sure if she was going to tell them about the baby, it would be easier to just do the single mom thing rather than deal with twosexy, dominant, bossy men. She had enough on her plate while having to raise a baby on her own. Still, it felt wrong not telling the father so, she was going to wait until the baby was born and request a paternity test be done. That way, she would only have to deal with one bossy man, not two. There was no use dragging both men through her pregnancy. In the end, only one of them could be the father.

Seeing Cash at the wedding today threw a wrench into her plans of avoidance. Every time she turned around she was practically thrown together with him. She had to walk down the aisle with him since he was Jackson’s best man. When Cash touched her, she felt those same damn sparks that brought her body to life all those months ago. She hated that she still reacted to him that way. Her traitorous body almost gave her away a few times, wanting to press herself up against him but she was hoping that she would be able to walk away from Emily’s wedding with her secret intact. When they had to share the first dance, she made up some excuse about hurting her ankle and having to stay off it. Cash didn’t seem to buy her lie but he also didn’t push. Now, it was the last dance, and they were about to wave the happy threesome off on their honeymoon. Then, she could escape back to her grandmother’s house and eat the four pieces of wedding cake that she shoved into her little purse.

Cash watched her from the other side of the dance floor and from the determined look on his handsome face, she was sure that she wasn’t going to be able to escape as easily as she had hoped. His intense green eyes felt as if they were boring into her, realizing her deepest secrets and she couldn’t have that. She tried to cover her belly with her arms but doing so only made her seem more awkward. Cash had his long brown hair pulled back for the wedding, making his features look harder. Mercy wanted to run and hide but she wasn’t a coward.

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