Page 79 of The Price of Mercy

“Don’t inflate his ego too much,” I tease, smacking Kane’s back. “Or his dick will get even bigger.”

Mercy squeaks like a goddamn church mouse.

I bust out laughing. “I’m joking! It won’t grow any more!” Until he’s about to come, but she doesn’t need to know that part.

Kane pulls me in for a heated kiss, throwing me completely off guard. He takes advantage of my surprise and pulls me into his lap, quickly grinding his erection against my ass. “Want me to take care of you first?” He kneads my cheeks and presses the tip of his cock to my hole without giving me any time to adjust. Fire courses through my veins as he sucks a bruise onto my neck.

That doesn’t sound too bad, actually, except—“Your fucking hands,” I hiss, smacking his arm. “Did you get the paint off?”

He chuckles.

That’s a fucking no.

“You like when I mark you,” he teases, nipping my shoulder. “He likes a little pain with his pleasure.”

My face flames bright red. “Don’t tell her that!”

“But it’s true.”

Shoving Kane’s forehead, I push him away so that I can get some air. “Mercy,” I gasp, arching my back to check over my shoulder. “What do you want to?—”

Oh, fuck.

She’s rubbing her thighs together and clutching her breasts in both hands, her skin flushed a pretty pink from her hairline to her chest. The splotches of paint on her body are as stubborn as the man who put them there. I choke on my next breath as Kane smacks my ass and growls.

“Let me fuck you, Zane. She likes it.”

No one can argue with that astute observation.

While Kane grabs the lube, I crawl back over to Mercy. “Don’t think that we’ve forgotten about you.” Her eyes widen as I climb on top of her and pin her to the mattress with my forearm. “Kane’s just excited that you’re here.”

He smacks my ass as he pushes up onto his knees behind me. “You’re excited too, jackass.”

I can’t deny it. I’m damn near breathless from the adrenaline rushing through my body.

Mercy stares up at me, her honeyed eyes darker than I’ve ever seen before. “Your arm,” she murmurs, touching my elbow. “Doesn’t it hurt?”

There’s enough going on that I can ignore the ache. Besides, the break wasn’tthatbad. “I’m fine,” I assure her, repositioning myself so that I’m a little more comfortable. But with a woman beneath me and a man lining up behind me, there isn’t much room for me to maneuver.

“We can switch places,” she offers, trying to sit up. “Lie down.”

How sweet.

Ignoring her, I drag my fingertips down her chest and carefully avoid touching her tits. She’s burning up, and we’ve barely gotten started. I bet if I reach lower… Sliding my hand down her body, I push her thighs apart, eager to feel how turned on she is.

My fingertips slip right over her swollen clit, making it impossible not to play with her. She’ssoakeddown there.

“Zane!” she gasps, grabbing my good arm. “Ah!”

Kane rumbles behind me. “Get her nice and wet for me.” Spreading my cheeks, he drips lube down my crack and rubs it in with the tip of his dick. “Need me to eat you out?”

“No.” I shiver as he teases my hole. “I’m ready.”

So fucking ready.

As he pushes the first inch inside, he adds a generous amount of lube to ease the glide. “I could use my fingers,” he offers, caressing my lower back. “I can clean the paint off.”

“No.” I take a deep breath. “I want your dick.” As I adjust to his size, I bury my face in Mercy’s tits and groan. Kane pulls back only to push another inch in, then another, slowly building into a rhythm.