Page 70 of Begging for Mercy
“What, masturbating?” Chuckling, I lean my shoulder against his door. “C’mon, you don’t have to hide it. You know I’ll help.” I can hear Zane shuffle around until he leans against the other side.
“What’s your idea?”
“It’s no fun if I can’t see your face.”
This isn’t like him. Usually, he’ll sit at his computer and let me talk about whatever’s on my mind, grunting every so often so that I know he’s listening. When he’s worked up, I always listen. Now that it’s his turn, and he’s hiding from me.
“Talk to me,” I grumble, scratching my nails against the door like a trapped cat. For fuck’s sake, we should be past this secrecy bullshit. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”
After what feels like an eternity, he turns the lock and pulls open his door. I lean against the doorframe, unable to keep a smirk off my face as his eyes travel down my body, snagging on my boner. He snaps his head up and blushes.
Fucking adorable.
“I think we should bring Mercy and Sam to the cabin,” he says quickly, pushing his reading glasses up his nose. He rarely wears them, but when he’s been staring at a screen all day, he gets headaches. “What’s your idea?”
That’s not what I was going to say, but I agree with him. “Absolutely.” Pushing myself off the doorframe, I slip into his personal space and grab his hips. “I never realized how slutty those glasses are.” My lips curve into a wicked grin. “You should wear them more often.”
A divot appears between Zane’s eyebrows as he pushes against my chest. “Wait—we’re not—” His blush deepens. “Howare you still horny? We just had sex this morning!”
“Wasn’t enough,” I grunt, cupping the back of his head and easily licking into his hot little mouth. He moans. I love that fucking sound. “Clothes off, glasses on.” I push him onto the bed and pull my shirt over my head. “Let me tell you my idea, and you can shower me in praise for how fucking smart I am.” It’s a brilliant plan, and I’ll have fun explaining it to Zane. But what’s better is the way that he can barely focus, his glasses steaming up before I’ve even touched him.
Yeah, I’m buying him a dozen fucking pairs of those.
“Let’s invite them to the cabin.” Ilovethe idea of bringing her. I don’t know how I hadn’t thought of it already. “Then we’ll tie Sam up and fuck his girl while he watches.” Licking my lips, I picture it—the rage on Sam’s face while I guide Mercy’s pretty mouth over my cock. “He’ll be so fucking broken once he realizes how much she loves it.” I scrape my nails against Zane’s scalp. “I know you don’t really like her like that, but you could join in.” Admittedly, this part is bad timing with my impromptu seduction in progress, but if we’re being honest with each other, I might as well say what’s on my mind. “I can’t get the thought of you two out of my head.”
Some of my paintings have turned into erotica of Zane and Mercy together. There isn’t any definition—barely any lines or shading—but the idea is there. Theshapeis there. And it’s really goddamn pretty when the two of them are together.
Zane closes his eyes and swallows, shuddering like I’ve just fed him the most bitter pill of his life. “I don’t know.” He rubs his forehead. “I don’t hate her. But that doesn’t mean I want to fuck her, either.”
“You don’t have to decide right now. I just wanted you to know.” I sigh against his lips. “I think it’d bereallyhot if we tag-teamed her.” I resist the urge to kiss him so that I can hear his reply.
“We’ve never done that before.”
“Nope.” I’m usually the only one who handles our targets. “But if we’re exploring new things together…” I pull Zane into my lap and chuckle as he claws at my abs. “We can add this to the list.”
I can’t speak for Zane’s list of desired life experiences, but sharing Mercy with him—andmaybewith Sam after we rile him up first—has quickly climbed to the top of mine.
Theveryfucking top.
I’ve already moved on to palming Zane’s ass and sucking a hickey onto his neck when he mutters a soft, “I’ll think about it,” driving me absolutely wild because he’s open to the idea at all. The Zane I knew a few months ago would have flat-out refused.
But the Zane of today is curious.
Thatis my biggest win of the day, no matter how much Mercy likes me or not.
I’m in the middle of tearing Zane’s pants off his legs when Mercy’s voice fills the room, the tiny speaker on Zane’s cell phone blaring from his jeans’ pocket.
“I want you to be there.”
Sam’s voice is next, laced with such anguish that I almost feel bad for the man. “Please?—”
Zane’s hand slaps mine as he tries to grab his phone, but since I’m the one with his pants in my hands, I have the upper hand. I grab the device and stare at the screen, watching a recording of the video I just saw him delete from the server. I thought he hadn’t even saved a backup, but here it is. Staring me in the face.
“What’s this?” I ask, turning the screen towards him and waving the phone in the air. The video is time-stamped for today, barely ten minutes ago.
“I don’t want to watch him break you. I can’t.”
I drag in a breath as a wave of excitement crashes over me. This is the part where Sam threatens?—
