Page 96 of Almost Rotten

I gag on Mercer’s fingers, then will my throat to relax.

Ease, warmth, and safety spread through me.

From being held. From being shared.

Eventually, I tap twice on Mercer’s wrist, prompting him to remove his fingers.

He cups my face, massaging my jaw where my mouth was held open for several minutes.

I want to say thank you.

I want to tell them both how much this experience means to me.

But no words come.

Instead, I show them. I shift back, and Noah’s cock springs free. Mercer gets the hint and slowly pulls himself out of my ass.

“Turn the water back on and clean up,” I tell Mercer.

Then without preamble, I drape my hair over one shoulder and sink to my knees.

Chapter forty

Mercer

“Iwant you both in my mouth. At the same time.”

Another wave of heat washes over me. Goddamn this woman.

She’s perfection.

My every fantasy come to life, packaged in a highly desirable, entirely fuckable package.

“Noah?” I wrench a hand down my face, the water from the shower sluicing over my skin, then make quick work of sudsing up my painfully hard dick.

Noah releases a long breath. “I’m game.”

I eye my best friend warily. “Our dicks are going to touch.”

He cocks one brow and holds out an open palm toward Sawyer, who’s already on her knees. “Yeah. Inhermouth. I’m good with it if it isn’t weird for you.”

I lift a shoulder. “We won’t know until we try.” Then, with my index finger, I tap Sawyer’s chin twice. “Open, sweetheart.”

She pops up onto her knees, relaxes her jaw, and sticks out her tongue.

I bend lower, grip her chin, and murmur “such a good fucking girl” before I spit in her waiting mouth.

“Merce!” Noah gapes.

Sawyer’s eyes glint with mischief as she surveys me, then him, her tongue still stuck out.

“Spit, or you don’t get to fuck her face,” I declare.

His body goes rigid. “Seriously? You don’t get to decide—”

“I didn’t,” I insist. I home in on Sawyer’s devilish grin. “She did.”

Noah clenches his jaw, fisting his dick in one hand, and studies us both.