Page 75 of The Price of Mercy
“You love Zane! You can’t possibly love me too!”
Sitting up, he hums as he tosses the paint bottle away. “I can, and I do. Come back here. I wanna paint you.”
“Use a canvas!”
He licks a stripe across his front teeth. “Your body is better.”
I scramble to my feet and run for the door, only able to turn the knob before Kane snatches me from behind. He lifts my sweater over my head with one hand and smacks my stomach with the other, smudging a yellow-black handprint on my skin. I gasp at how cold the paint is and squeal when Kane slides his hand beneath the waistband of my leggings and grabs my hip, expertly smearing paint in a sticky wet line down my body.
Laughing, he peppers open-mouthed kisses along my neck as he yanks at my pants. “Take these off, Siren, c’mon. Work with me.” He snaps the waistband and laughs again, the sound full and rich and just as warm as his body heat.
Bending at the waist, I dig my ass into his crotch and stall for time as I reach for a bottle of royal blue nearby. Once it’s in my hand, I pop the cap and whirl around, squeezing paint all over Kane’s chest. He laughs, grinning as he strips off his t-shirt and steps into the paint stream. “Gotta get dirty with me, sweetheart.” With a wet smack, he slams my palm onto his chest and smears paint across his torso, the smooth glide over his skin more satisfying than it has any right to be. I grab his waist and leave a handprint, and he does the same to me. The yellow from his hand mixes with the blue on mine, creating a vibrant green as he eagerly palms my ribs on the way up to my breasts.
I jump back before he can ruin my bra, although I’m sure the damage has already been done to the rest of my clothes. I’ll have to throw this entire outfit away. Paint will never come out.
The door creaks open. “I’m done with my—” Pausing, Zane quickly assesses the scene before stepping up behind me. His voice purrs in my ear as he reaches for my bra. “Allow me, Kitten.” The frustrated puff of his breath warms the back of myneck as he unclasps my bra one-handed… on the fourth try. As soon as my breasts spill free and my bra hits the floor, that same hand grabs my waistband and pulls down my leggings. My panties are next, rolling as they slide down my thighs. When they get caught around my ankles, Zane kneels by my feet to help me step out of them. “There we go,” he murmurs, brushing his lips across the back of my thighs. “A perfect canvas.”
While Zane touches me from behind, Kane watches, completely enraptured. If he were religious, I imagine that he’d fall to his knees in prayer, thanking whichever god put us on this lecherous path. As it stands, however, he clenches and unclenches his painted fists while his dick swells, creating a massive imprint down one side of his jeans.
I try not to stare, but heat pools between my thighs as I remember the feel of his thick cock sliding against my aching pussy, desperate to fit inside. I’m still not sure that it would fit, but…
I want to try.
Sam isn’t here, the voice in my head reminds me. An ugly scar on my heart throbs. He promised that he’d be here when I have sex with Kane. I fulfilled my end of the bargain—Sam took my virginity. Now that it’s his turn to ante up, he’s gone, and I’m painfully alone.
So much more alone than I was before he came back into my life.
Closing my eyes, I throw thoughts of Sam to the back of my mind. He might not want me anymore, but there are two men who do. Kane could fall in love with me any minute now, and Zane…
His touch sets my body on fire.
He slips his hand between my thighs. “You’re warm,” he murmurs, pushing my legs farther apart. “Right—” He kisses the globe of my ass while his hand wanders north. “Here.”
I gasp as he rubs my pussy with his knuckles. A moan catches in my throat as he teases my slit with his fingertips. “Z-Zane,” I whimper, fisting his hair. “Stop that.”
Humming happily, he bites my ass. “No.”
Kane quickly strips, tossing his remaining clothes to the floor and sitting his bare ass on a tarp. “Bring her here,” he rasps, motioning for us to come closer. “I need to taste her.”
Grunting, Zane smacks the meatiest part of my thigh. “Don’t get paint on her cunt.”
Kane grins cheekily but doesn’t argue. “I’ll be careful with my hands.” He pats the tops of his shoulders and carelessly spreads more paint across his body. There’s no way I’m coming out of this unscathed. “Come here, Siren. Hook your legs over my shoulders.”
I stare at him without comprehending his request. “I’ll fall.”
“You won’t.” Kane licks his lips as I shuffle closer. But before he can grab me, Zane reaches around and holds his fingers to Kane’s lips. Without prompting, Kane pops them into his mouth and sucks my desire from Zane’s fingers, the two of them groaning in unison at the sight.
Arousal drips down my thighs. I bite my lip and squeeze my legs together. Seeing the two of them together has no business being that hot, but for some reason, it turns me on just as much as when one of them touches me. Kane’s gaze flicks to mine as he hollows out his cheeks, sucking hard enough that Zane shivers.
That’s hot as fuck.
I blush scarlet as Kane winks at me, then licks his lips as his lover pulls his fingers free. But Zane doesn’t linger in the moment; he grabs the back of my knee and lifts my leg so that my calf hangs over Kane’s shoulder. My pussy throbs as Kane’s nostrils flare and his eyes dilate, his attention zeroing in on my molten core. “Ohhh,fuck,” he groans, panting against my thighs. “You’re so wet, sweetheart.”
“Dripping,” Zane purrs in my ear. “You’re a filthy fucking girl, aren’t you? Desperate for his tongue inside your needy, wet cunt.”
I gasp as a wave of heat courses through me. That sounds like something out of a porno, but…God, I kind of like it. “Yes,” I mutter, blushing furiously. “Please.”
Chuckling, Zane pats the back of my other thigh. “When I lift you, I need you to jump with it and swing this leg over his shoulder for me.” He takes a short breath. “I’d do it myself, but I’m a little… handicapped.” The velcro from his sling scratches my shoulder. The doctor put Zane in a soft cast so long as he promised to stay idle, but this plan goes directly against those orders.
