Page 76 of The Price of Mercy
Nothing about what we’re doing isidlework.
“You shouldn’t move so much?—”
“Hush.” He smacks my ass. “You ready, Kane?”
Kane grins wickedly. “Born ready, baby.”
Heat blossoms deep inside my body as it submits to their crazy idea. But it’s also ridiculous—Kane can’t possibly want me to straddle his face. He won’t be able to breathe! “Won’t he—” I squeak as Zane lifts me and practically shoves my crotch in his boyfriend’s face, smothering Kane between my thighs. With Kane’s blind help as he grabs my ankle, we manage to hook my other leg over his shoulder, and I’m suddenly at their complete mercy. Both men are supporting my entire body weight. The wordsuffocategets lost in my brain as Kane dives in, kissing and licking and sucking, grabbing my ass to hold me in place.
There’s no way he can breathe, but he must not care. Every flick of his tongue sends electricity down my spine, especially when he swirls the tip around my clit and digs his nails into my ass. The pleasure-pain makes me cry out, and I hold onto the back of Kane’s head for dear life. My pussy throbs, aching and needy just like Zane said.
Iama filthy girl.
I fucking lovethis.
A moan, low and deep, fills my ear. Zane’s hand roams my waist before reaching up to massage my tits. With my back resting against his chest, he gropes and squeezes freely, tugging at my nipples and panting in my ear. “Look at you, grinding on his face. Such a dirty fucking girl.”
Oh God,he’s right. I’m grinding all over Kane’s mouth and nose with reckless abandon; flashes of glistening wet skin peek out from between my thighs, Kane’s face absolutely covered with my arousal.
I’ve been touch-starved since we left the cabin, but I didn’t realize it wasthisbad. Still, without Sam here as an intermediary, I’m not sure what to expect from these two. Then again, I’ve never been able to predict their movements. The way Kane’s looking at me, equal parts hunger andsomething more, makes my heart flutter the same way it does when I’m with Sam, and I’m not—I can’t—I don’t know what to do!
A flare of white-hot panic chases my mounting pleasure. When we first set the boundaries for the game and I said that I’d make Kane fall in love with me, I hadn’t imagined feeling like this when it happened. Triumphant, maybe, or a little arrogant, but notthis.
I’m in danger of falling alongside him.
I struggle against their hold, suddenly desperate to escape the bubbly, bright feeling inside my chest, but all that does is push Kane’s tongue deeper. He groans, and the vibration ripples against my clit and makes me squeal. Clenching my eyes shut, I drag in a lungful of air and claw at his scalp. “Pleaseput me down. This is—we can’t—” I struggle to find the right words, but maybe that’s the problem.
There are none to describe our complex, fucked-up situation.
I fall for him, he falls for me, add a little tongue, a sprinkle of sex, a few more hearts to break, and voila! You’ve got a disaster in the making. I’m such an idiot for thinking that I could come out of this unscathed.
I flail around long enough that our fragile equilibrium shatters. In an instant, the three of us tumble to the ground in a pile of naked limbs. While I catch my breath, Kane is already in motion. He tears Zane’s shirt over his head, barely heeding the other man’s injury, and slathers his chest in a homemade black paint. As Zane moves, it shimmers in a cool violet hue that makes the veins snaking down his arms and chest pop. Goosebumps break out across his pale skin and his nipples pebble into hard peaks. Despite the way he leers and hisses Kane’s name, Zane snatches his boyfriend and slams their lips together. “You’ll pay for that,” he rasps, trapping Kane’s bottom lip between his teeth and clawing his chest.
Angry red marks appear, but Kane merely grins and grabs Zane’s ass. “Make it hurt, baby.” They make out while Kane covers them both in paint. He drags his messy hands down Zane’s good arm and across his stomach until he reaches the promised land, eagerly palming Zane’s dick through his sweatpants.
Zane bites Kane’s shoulder as a shudder courses through his body. “W-wait,” he gasps, grabbing Kane’s wrist as he reaches for the waistband. “We arenotpainting our dicks.”
“It’ll wash off.”
“I’m not risking a chemical burn so you can get your rocks off!”
I read one of the paint tube labels while they bicker. It’s definitely washable—with an adhesive sponge and dish soap. Best not to get it on anyone’s pubes. The paint on my skin is already drying and pulling at the little hairs on my body; Ican’t imagine it sticking somewhere more sensitive. Clearing my throat, I grab their attention. “I’m with Zane. No more paint.”
After a shared look, they turn to me. “We’ll be careful,” Kane promises, a slow smile curving on his lips. “Won’t we, babe?”
Zane runs a hand through his dark hair and creates silver streaks from the paint stuck between his fingers. He frowns when he notices. “You don’t know the meaning of the word.”
“That’s why I have you.”
They share another look, this one softer than the last, before helping each other to their feet. “We’re already dirty,” Kane reasons, licking his lips. “And we need to keep each other warm. It’s supposed to freeze tonight.”
I take a step back as they take one forward. “Can’t we shower first?” My heart races at the hunger in their eyes. “Then we can climb into bed for the movie.”
“Mmmm…” Kane taps his chin. “No shower here, Siren. We’d have to go inside for that.”
“Too far,” Zane murmurs, sliding his hands into his pockets. “And you know how Kane is. Once he gets an idea into his head, it’s impossible to talk him out of it.” A small smile graces his lips. “Stubborn bastard.”
Kane grunts in agreement.
