Page 78 of The Price of Mercy
My heart pounds in an unsteady rhythm, thrown off by the contrast between Mercy and Kane. With Kane, I knew from the start that our love would be as painful as it is precious, but with Mercy, everything is new. Her body is soft—so much softer than Kane’s—and fragile, easy to break if I’m not careful.
I trace her bare collarbone with my fingertips. There was a time when I wanted nothing more than to watch her suffocate beneath my hands. To slice into her flesh and sense death looming nearby, the two of us eager for the moment she slipped unconscious and fell from my arms into his.
So many fantasies I’ve played in my head, yet none of them have come true.
Maybe it’s better not to dream at all. Then, I won’t be burdened by unfulfilled promises and evolving desires. I’ll take each moment as it comes instead of planning for the crash and hoping for the windfall.
I rub my thumb across a drying streak of paint on her shoulder. It flakes off to reveal unblemished skin underneath, pale and pretty and perfect. If Kane holds the warmth of the radiant sun, Mercy holds the subtle glow of the moon. Two halves that fit together perfectly.
There isn’t any room for me unless I make room between them.
“I want—” My voice catches. I start again. “Iwant—” Squeezing my eyes shut, I take a deep breath. “I want you!”
Those three little words fall like dominos, crashing into every turbulent emotion ricocheting inside my chest. My heart vibrates as I come to terms with the chaos, knowing that I can’t suppress it. I need to embrace it. “I want you,” I gasp, grabbing Mercy’s arm. Her waist. Her throat. Her breast. Everything that I can touch, I take, gasping as I drop to my knees on the mattress and take her with me. She lies down on her back while I explore her body piece by perfect piece, familiarizing myself with thearch of her foot, the warmth of her thighs, the exact distance between her hip and the bottom rung of her ribcage, how many seconds it takes for her back to arch as I knead her breast and suck its taut peak, which of her hands grabs for mine first, how eager she is to meet my lips.
Our kiss should be a shy, sweet, gentle thing, but she claws my scalp and pulls me in, moaning the moment our lips meet. Sucking on my bottom lip, teasing my tongue with hers, breathing me in as much as I am her. She wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, pulling me into the cradle of her thighs.
“I’m ready,” she breathes, holding my gaze. “Except—” Her eyes widen. “Condom! Oh, crap!”
I can’t hold my laugh. “Kane,” I call out, looking up to find the man gaping slack-jawed at us, “could you grab them?”
He hardly blinks as he rummages around for our boxes of condoms, moving on autopilot as he tosses two at me. Mercy releases me so that I can take off my sweatpants and tear open a package, but as soon as I do, I realize our mistake.
“These are yours, love.” I roll the condom on anyway, hoping it’ll magically suction at the base or that I’ve grown an extra inch in girth since I last checked, but neither of those occur. “Where are mine?”
Chuffing, Kane starts throwing pillows and blankets around. “Maybe we’re out.”
“We just bought a new box last week.”
He lifts an eyebrow, daring me to do the math. I quickly run the numbers in my head and crinkle my nose. “Okay, we have a lot of sex. But we shouldn’t beout-out.”
Mercy stares at my dick and bites her lip. “It doesn’t fit?”
Sighing, I run my hand through my hair. “No, it doesn’t.” Running to the store will kill the mood. Fuck. I pull off the condom and toss it into the waste basket. She might let me fuckher without a condom, but I won’t pull a Sam and assume she’s okay with it. I saw how anxious she was after that last cream pie; I won’t risk putting her through that if she isn’t one hundred percent comfortable with the consequences. “It’s okay; we don’t have to have sex.”
It just really fucking sucks.
Mercy’s face falls. “Oh. Okay.” She pulls her legs up and grabs a blanket. “I guess we can watch the movie then?”
God, I hate this.
“Wait.” Grabbing the second condom, I hold it out to Kane. “He can do it. I can facilitate.” Once Kane takes the condom from me, I grab Mercy’s hand and press a kiss to her wrist. “I know you wanted Sam here for this, but this is even better. It’s safer.” I feel like a fucking genius. “I know Kane better than Sam does. He’ll listen if I tell him to back off. If Sam told him to stop, he’d take it as a challenge and keep going.”
Or go harder.
Kane grabs my shoulders and gives me a shake, agitating my broken arm. “I fucking love you,” he rasps, tipping my head back and kissing me upside-down. He drops to his knees and places the condom in my hand. “Put it on for me?”
“H-hold on!” Mercy covers her blushing face as I tear open the package with my teeth and carefully roll the condom on Kane’s dick. He twitches in my palm, so I give him a gentle tug to test his response. A full-bodied shudder rolls down his spine.
He’s fucking ready.
We both turn to Mercy. “If you don’t want to, Kitten, he can fuck me instead. Maybe it’ll help if you watch first.” It won’t be the same because I don’t have a pussy, but it’ll give her an idea of the stretch needed to fit him. We had to practice before I could take him all the way. Mercy might not be able to fit him inside all at once.
She needs to understand that or she’ll risk crushing disappointment if it doesn’t happen on the first try.
Biting the inside of her cheeks, she puffs out a breath. “I want to, okay!” She pushes herself up onto her elbows. “But I’ve never—I mean, I’ve only ever been with Sam, and he’s not… as big.” Her gaze flits between both of our dicks. “Zane’s is closer in size, so that should be fine, but Kane’s—” The flush on her cheeks spreads down the side of her neck. “I’ve never seen one that big before.”
I doubt she’s seen many dicks in her lifetime.
