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“I have a proposal,” I announce. Our food arrives in record time, cutting me off and making me wait while Mercy asks for red pepper flakes, Sam requests a steak knife for his chicken parm, and Zane gets another drink. While Mercy waits for no man before tucking into her pasta, I mull over how to phrase my idea… before deciding,fuck it.
“We should pop Mercy’s cherry together.”
Mercy herself moans, the sound going straight through my body from my heart to my balls. They draw up instinctively, and I spread my thighs for even the slightest relief. My dick’s on standby for another one of those.
She flushes the prettiest shade of deep red, matching the smudge of lipstick just below her bottom lip. “I, um, that wasn’t—it’s so good!” Her hand shakes as she lowers her fork.
To my complete surprise, Zane takes her fork from her and spears a penne noodle on the tip before lifting it to her lips. “Blow,” he instructs, staring just as intently as I am as Mercy obeys, puckering her lips and blowing gently.
A choked sound catches in Sam’s throat, and the three of us watch as she wraps her lips around her fork and pulls, closing her eyes the second the flavor hits her tongue. “Mmm.” She swallows and licks her lips. “I’ve never tried this before. It’s really good!”
“Neither have I, but I’mreallyenjoying it.”
Sam clenches his eyes shut and tilts his head down like he’s in prayer, but I’m not sure if he’s thanking God for this moment or condemning the devil for tempting him with it. His arm muscles twitch, and I have zero doubt that he’s just as turned on as I am.
“Mercy, baby…” Sam trails off, swallowing hard. “Did you hear what Reaper just said?”
“That he’s enjoying his food?”
My plate sits untouched in front of me.
“No, gorgeous.” I wipe off the sauce clinging to her lip with my thumb. “I want to share you. With them.” I nod towards each man, knowing that they’re both unsure about it, but I think it’s a great fucking idea. I’d rather we share her now than strangle each other—or her—when we don’t get our way. None of us isgetting our ideal scenario, but that doesn’t have to be a bad thing.
It could be fucking beautiful.
Her forehead crinkles. “Like, take turns or something? Create a schedule for dates?”
Shaking my head, I press my lips to her ear. “I want to share your body with them, Siren.” I slip my hand between her thighs and spread them apart, gently teasing her soft skin. “If you’re really good, we won’t make you wait.” Someone grabs her knee and widens her stance, and within seconds, my knuckles brush another man’s. I’m not sure if it’s Zane or Sam, but frankly, I don’t care either way. My cock throbs with need, and I move Mercy’s hand off the table so that she can feel how eager I am. I cup her palm over my length and groan.
Her eyes widen as I rub her hand over my crotch, but then her breath catches and she sinks into the seat, grabbing my cock with a whimper.
Someone’s helping make my point.
“I—I don’t know,” she murmurs, barely able to catch her breath. “What’s in it for me?” Her eyes flutter, and she pinches her plump bottom lip between her teeth. “Ooh.”
I arch my neck to peek into her lap. Her dress has shimmied up her thighs, and Zane’s rubbing her clit over her panties. Two more hands grip her knees tightly, forcing them open. Sam’s staring her down hard, the clench of his jaw makingmineache.
“Look at me, Mercy,” he rasps, his Adam’s apple bobbing on a swallow. “You don’t have to do this.” He’s practically begging, but without any real heat to it. It’s not convincing in the slightest. “We can go home right now. You and me. I’ll—” His voice catches. “I’ll do whatever you want, Mercy, just say no.” Softer, he adds, “Tell me that you don’t want them over me. Please.”
She stops rubbing my dick, and I nearly weep right alongside Sad Boy Sam.
“I want you to kiss me.”
My eyes meet Zane’s, and we both look up to find her staring directly at Sam. A wave of confidence washes over him, painting over the stupid puppy dog look, and he quickly stands. “Of course, baby, let’s go?—”
“No,” Mercy interrupts, smiling sweetly. “I want you to kiss me here.” She taps her lips. “And here.” Her neck. She trails her fingertips over her breasts before sliding them into her lap. “Andhere.” Patting the table like she’s waiting for one of us to move, she turns her smile on the rest of us. “So who’s getting on their knees, gentlemen?”
Chapter 17
Mercy
Maybe it’sthe way that Sam barely hesitates, maintaining eye contact as he drops to one knee, then the other, lifting the tablecloth before disappearing underneath.
Or it could be how Zane pulls my leg over his thigh and tips my head to the side, giving him unfettered access to every inch of my neck.
Better yet, it could be how Kane grazes his knuckles down the side of my cheek before slipping his fingers into my hair. He pulls the thick curtain off my shoulder just as Zane descends, his lips brushing over my skin. Heat spreads like wildfire everywhere these men touch me, growing hotter as Sam kisses each of my knees before settling between my thighs, easily reaching up and hooking his fingers inside the waistband of my panties.
“Lift your hips,” Kane murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to the shell of my ear, “so he can take those off, pretty girl.”
