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“Stretch her out for me,” I murmur, unable to hide my smirk. Sam punches my arm and turns red like he’s embarrassed, but at least he doesn’t refuse or try to deny that he’s warming her up for me. We both know that I’ll get inside her sweet pussy before the week is over. Just…
I watch eagerly as Zane drops to his knees, face flushed as he drags Mercy onto his lap and kisses her senseless, groaning into her mouth as he weaves his fingers through her flowing hair.
…maybe after my boyfriend indulges himself first.
Chapter 21
Sam
I can’t keep sayingthat I didn’t know things like this were going to happen. Bonfires were made for fireside makeouts—that’s standard practice. Still, watching Mercy and Zane suck face is strange at first…
Until all of a sudden, it isn’t.
Kane and I trade the whiskey bottle back and forth as we enjoy front row seats to their makeout session, the two of us silent as we watch our lovers tango with each other. I thought I’d be enraged to see Mercy enjoying herself with another man, but even the other night when all four of us somehow made it onto the bed together, I didn’t get angry when I saw how into it she was. Sure, I got a little jealous when she declared,loudly, that she wanted to swallow Kane’s dick like it was some kind of trophy, but jealousy is a far cry from hatred, and…
For some reason, I don’t dislike this turn of events as much as I thought I would.
“I’ve never liked change,” I admit slowly, rubbing my chest. The alcohol burns on the way down, but with how chilly the evening air is getting, I don’t mind it. Neither does anyone else, from the looks of it. Zane’s got his hand up Mercy’s shirt, and she’s grinding down on his lap like a professional.
“Fuck, I need some of that,” Kane grunts, completely ignoring my confession in favor of palming his erection through his pants. He glances at me, and I quickly shut that shit down before he can evenvoicewhatever depraved thing is brewing inside his head.
“Not happening.” Punching his arm, I scoff. “And stop doing that.”
“What,this?”
I hear his fly unzip before I see his fat cock in his fist. “Jesus Christ!” Tearing my gaze away, I cringe. “Do you really have to do that next to me?”
“Does it really have to bother you?” Kane counters, rolling his eyes. “Get used to it, Sam. You’re gonna see a lot more cock than you’re used to from now on.”
The sad thing is, Kane’s not wrong. Mercy’s shirt ends up on the ground, and Zane pops her tit out of her bra to suck on her nipple, earning himself a moan from Mercy that makesmeget hard. I knew that Mercy wanted to have sex with Kane—I’ve come to terms with that fact—but the group dynamic between all four of us is still new to me. The shower was a surprisingly fun surprise, I’ll admit, but everything after has been one mind-blowing experience after another.
Even the past few nights with Mercy—just the two of us—have taken a delicious turn.
She parts her lips and tips her head back, tossing her luscious locks over her shoulders so that they flow like water down her back. The rising moon reflects off the lake behind her and Zane, casting a silver-white haze on one side of their faces while the other is bathed in the warm glow of the fire.
My body temperature rises alongside my heartbeat. I swallow hard and ignore my twitching cock as much as I can… unlike Kane.
“Absolutely breathtaking,” Kane murmurs, stroking his cock to the rhythm of Mercy’s hips. “Did you teach her that?”
“Teach her—”Whatcatches on my tongue as I watch Mercy dig her heels into the earth and grind harder, adjusting her angle on Zane’s lap until she’s practically riding him into the ground. My lips curve into a smirk. “I didn’t teach her that.” Mercy’s acting on pure instinct.
It’s fucking hot.
But she shouldn’t undress outside in the cold, no matter how warm the fire is. Standing, I make my way over to her and Zane. The closer I get, the more my cock begs for attention, damn near punching through my zipper. As Mercy arches her back, our eyes meet over the tip of her nose.
“Sam!” She reaches for my hand and squeezes my fingers. “Is this—” Her breath catches as Zane tugs her nipple between his teeth before switching to the other one. “—okay?”
I smooth the hair off her forehead. “Yeah, baby,” I assure her. “It’s okay.”
She smiles lopsidedly. “Okay, good, because—” A shudder rolls down her body. “I feel—ah—really good right now.” Eyes wide, she pulls back far enough that Zane grumbles under his breath. “Kiss me?”
My heart clenches so tightly that it hurts. Despite being in an intimate position with Zane, Mercy still wants me. Smiling softly, I cup her throat and tip her back even farther. “Of course, baby. Whatever you want.” Her lips taste like whiskey and chocolate, melting any resistance to this strange affair that I have left. “You look so good in Zane’s lap,” I murmur, cupping her breast and squeezing. “I bet you’re soaking wet down there. Needy girl.”
“Dirty girl,” Zane corrects, staring at my hand kneading her breast. I pinch her nipple between my knuckles, and he lowershis head to lathe the rosy bud with his tongue. The wet swipe of his tongue sends a shiver down my spine.
That’sa new sensation I never imagined before now.
Mercy cries out with pleasure. “Zaaaane!” Wiggling her hips, she huffs. “Touch me!”
