11. Zane #4
Foolishly, I let myself enjoy the moment, building her pleasure slowly and making it last. By the time she clamps around my fingers and comes, I’m drenched in sweat and trembling nearly as much as she is.
I slip my fingers from her core and hold them up for us both to see.
They glisten with her desire, the pads pruned, my entire hand slick from her needy pussy.
Our eyes meet, and I’m suddenly weightless.
She gently detaches from my shoulders, and I slam back into my body long enough to realize how much of a necessary mistake this was.
Kane wouldn’t be able to stop after that, but I can.
Swallowing hard, I take a step away from her and run a hand through my hair.
Shit , that’s the hand I touched her with.
I can smell her pussy all over my body, which means that Kane will, too.
Without another word, I retreat to the shared bathroom in the hallway and scrub my hands—my arms—my neck—every visible surface of my skin.
When that isn’t enough, I pull my shirt off and dunk my head in her shower, grabbing her shampoo to scrub myself clean.
The memory of her lingers, but the physical evidence is gone. That’ll have to be good enough.
Mercy stares from the open doorway, her lips pinched and her eyes angry.
I flick water from my hair and frown back at her. “What?”
“Glad to know my pussy’s so disgusting .” She scoffs haughtily. “If it’s good enough for your brother, why isn’t it good enough for you?”
My brain processes her words at half speed. Is she… upset ?
Fucking virgins.
Rolling my eyes, I towel dry my hair. “Get over yourself. Me fingering you has absolutely nothing to do with me.”
She fumes. “I’m sorry, since when does getting a girl off mean that you’re not interested in her sexually?”
Jesus fucking Christ , she even talks like a virgin.
“I’m not like most guys.” I throw the towel at her and put on my t-shirt. “Not everything is about getting my dick wet.”
Her gaze travels down to my crotch. Yeah, I’m half-hard, but that doesn’t mean shit.
It’s not a compliment or an insult. “I’m built differently,” I try to explain, growing frustrated.
I’ve never had to explain myself to anyone before.
No one’s ever needed to know. “Look, I won’t have sex with you.
It’s not about you or your body or anything. Don’t take it personally.”
Blushing furiously, she wrings the towel in her hands. “How can I not? The first guy to touch me didn’t even enjoy it.” Tears pool in the corner of her eyes, but she holds her breath to keep them at bay.
Sighing, I drag my hand down my face.
Yeah, still smells like pussy.
“It’s complicated.” When that answer doesn’t suffice, I grit my teeth and try to force myself through the other half of the truth.
“I didn’t not enjoy it. You’re a beautiful girl, Mercy, and my half-chub is a testament to that.
I don’t…” I growl in frustration. I don’t owe her an explanation, so why do I feel the need to give her one?
“I don’t sleep with women, okay? I don’t sleep with anyone.
” Avoiding her gaze, I shrug. “So when I say that I’m not going to have sex with you, it’s not about you.
Really.” I can feel her gaze burning into my skull.
“You’re not joking.”
I wince. “I wish I were.”
She turns around and walks back to her bedroom. I don’t know why, but I follow her. A thread of anxiety wraps around my lungs. “Are you… okay?”
A tiny laugh passes her lips. “I don’t know how to answer that.”
“I guess that’s fair.” After an awkward silence, I clear my throat. “So, I’m gonna go.”
Spinning around, she grabs my arm. “Hey, wait, I need to ask you something. It’s, um…” Mercy lets go of me and crosses her arms. “It feels really stupid now, but uhh, do you want to… go out with me?”
I stare blankly at her. “What?”
Her blush never really disappeared, but it comes back in full force. “Sam and I are going on a date later this week, and I wanted to invite you and Reaper.”
You have got to be shitting me.
“You’re asking me to go on a double-date with my brother?”
She clasps and unclasps her hands together repeatedly. “Um, well, you’re not really related, right?” Laughing awkwardly, she continues, “It doesn’t have to be romantic. We just wanted to ask you guys some questions?—”
“No.” I shut her down before she can run with the idea. “I’m not going on a fucking date.” Kane will be obsessing over Mercy the entire time, leaving me as the third—fourth?—wheel. “If you have something to say, say it. Don’t be all—” I wave my hand in front of her. “Cute about it.”
“I’m not trying to be cute!”
“That’s not—” I pinch the bridge of my nose.
That’s not what I meant. “I’m not going on a date with you, Mercy.
Not even a platonic one. You—” I grab her chin.
“—are a means to an end.” Tilting her head back, I stare at the hickey on her neck.
I still don’t know if Kane or Sam left it there.
Brushing my thumb over the mark, I hum in the back of my throat.
So what, if it was Kane? He clearly didn’t fuck her, or she wouldn’t even be here right now.
She’d be locked up in the studio until he filled every one of her holes.
Mercy doesn’t even flinch. “What does that mean?”
A smile curves on my lips. “That’s for me to know, Kitten, and for you to never find out.”