17. Mercy
Mercy
Maybe it’s the way that Sam barely hesitates, maintaining eye contact as he drops to one knee, then the other, lifting the tablecloth before disappearing underneath.
Or it could be how Zane pulls my leg over his thigh and tips my head to the side, giving him unfettered access to every inch of my neck.
Better yet, it could be how Kane grazes his knuckles down the side of my cheek before slipping his fingers into my hair.
He pulls the thick curtain off my shoulder just as Zane descends, his lips brushing over my skin.
Heat spreads like wildfire everywhere these men touch me, growing hotter as Sam kisses each of my knees before settling between my thighs, easily reaching up and hooking his fingers inside the waistband of my panties.
“Lift your hips,” Kane murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to the shell of my ear, “so he can take those off, pretty girl.”
Biting my lip, I lift my ass the barest inch off the seat, and off my panties go, lost somewhere in the shadows beneath the table.
Sam squeezes my inner thigh before his warm breath ghosts across my center.
As he pulls my folds apart, he curses under his breath and nudges my clit with the tip of his nose, murmuring something that I have no hope of hearing.
Any number of these actions could be the reason for my inevitable downfall, but it’s when the three men work in tandem that I realize how silly trying to separate them into parts is.
The whole is so much sweeter.
Any embarrassment at being kissed down there quickly dissolves into a puddle of pure want.
As Sam buries his face in my pussy and licks a wet stripe along the seam, Zane latches onto the side of my neck, panting as he grabs my hand and sets it over his crotch, going further than Kane did earlier and thrusting into my palm.
The sound that leaves my throat is half-whimper, half-moan, and Kane grins like a madman as he swallows it, hungry and impatient for every single note that tries to escape past my lips.
Stimulated from all sides and overwhelmed by the sudden onslaught of pleasure, tension, and need , I let all three men take what they want from my body.
In the end, I made the suggestion, but they’re the ones that run with it—refusing to come up for air even if it means drowning.
Kane’s groans rumbles in his chest, but it does little to drown out the smack of our lips or Zane’s heavy panting in my ear.
The worst offender by far, however, is Sam.
Every time he flattens his tongue over my clit, I squirm against his hot mouth and he moans, very quickly adjusting his strategy and cupping my ass and pull me to the very edge of the seat.
A few more inches of my body disappears under the table, and I yelp as I bang my knee.
Someone’s hand—Zane’s, I think—rubs the impending bruise before lowering my leg back down to the floor.
The rubber sole of my boot screeches across the tile as my leg spasms.
“Relax, Kitten,” Zane breathes, rubbing circles into the small of my back. “Or you’ll get us kicked out.”
Kane smiles against my lips, pulling away just long enough to tease. “Don’t be so obvious.”
Our server appears shortly thereafter, and I hide my face in Kane’s chest. He runs his fingers through my hair and assures them that we’re fine, our other guest took a business call outside, and we don’t need any refills at the moment.
Sam slows his pace while we have company, but his mouth never leaves my pussy, licking into my core with slow reverence that makes me tremble from head to toe.
As soon as our server’s gone, I reach blindly under the table to find him.
“S-Sam,” I stutter, catching my breath as he presses a quick kiss to my palm before suddenly diving back in, scraping my clit with his teeth.
My fingers wind in his hair as I see stars.
A tremor courses through my body, and I clench my eyes shut against the full-bodied moan that threatens to break free. I can’t—I can’t ?—
I crack open my eyes to find Zane staring back at me. A thin layer of sweat forms where his forehead meets his hairline, and his cheeks are flushed nearly as much as mine. “Such an eager, Kitten,” he rasps, smirking, “desperate to come all over your best friend’s face.”
A needy whine passes my lips. The sound is muffled in Kane’s shirt, but I can feel him laugh, the vibration in his chest seeping into mine.
Zane’s right. I’m a dirty little virgin, after all, asking three men to kiss me in public.
Letting one of them eat me out under the table while the other two are forced to sit and listen as my pussy gets wetter and wetter.
I pant as the pressure builds, clinging to whoever is holding my hand, scraping Sam’s scalp with my nails, unable to stop the cry tearing from my throat as my pussy spasms. Kane smothers my face in his chest while Sam laps up my release, eventually lowering my dress over my thighs and reappearing at the other end of the table, the lower half of his face glistening.
He licks his lips and carefully wipes his mouth on his shirtsleeves, taking a deep breath as his eyes burn with lust. “Any other special requests?”
I pick my head up and straighten my posture, swallowing a mouthful of wine before I can summon my voice.
Within seconds, all four of us have gone back to eating and drinking like nothing happened.
Shame burns inside my chest as Sam stares at me, still waiting for an answer.
I can’t tell if he’s upset with me or not.
He practically begged me to decline Kane’s suggestion of sharing, and instead, I demanded it.
It’s one thing to ask Sam to kiss me—we’ve been down that road before.
But it’s another thing to ask that of Zane, who explicitly denies having any interest in me.
Yet when the opportunity arose, Zane chose to participate just like the others.
For a long time, Sam was the only person vying for my attention, but now, there are more players on the board.
I know that I could ask Sam for anything and he would give it to me.
But part of the thrill of having Kane and Zane’s attention is that I never know exactly which version of them I’m getting.
Salty or sweet. Bitter or broken. Love or hate.
Sam feels safe. Kane and Zane don’t.
“No, that’s—I’m fine, thank you.”
We spend the rest of our meal in silence, but I catch Kane adjusting his dick more than once, Sam glowering at his plate instead of eating it, and Zane sitting as far away from me as possible, leaving enough room between us for an entire person to fit.
Unable to stand the tension, I set down my silverware and push my plate away.
“Did I do something wrong?” I look between the three of them and cross my arms over my chest. “ You’re brooding.
” I gesture across the table to Sam. “You’re back to extremes.
” I glare at Zane, unable to keep my annoyance under wraps for him in particular.
“If anyone has a complaint to file against someone,” I huff, “it’s me!
You tackled me down the fucking stairs!”
Flinching, Sam turns his ire onto Zane. “You what? ” He stands from his seat and reaches for something behind his back, but Kane beats him to it, pulling a gun from God knows where and pointing it directly at Sam’s head.
“Sit down,” Kane rumbles, smiling maliciously. “I have a dozen reasons to shoot you, Samson Wright, and I’ll gladly pull the trigger for any one of them.”
I gape at Kane and reach for his gun. “You’ll do no such thing!” I grab the barrel, but I’m no match for Kane’s strength. I can’t move it a single inch. “Stop it!”
“Tell your boyfriend to keep his gun behind his back, Mercy, or his brains are gonna splatter all over your pretty dress.” Kane slips his finger beneath the strap of my dress and tugs it down. “I’d hate for him to ruin our evening because he can’t keep it in his pants.”
“Kane!” I smack his hand away. “Knock it off!”
“It’s okay,” Zane interjects, throwing his napkin onto the table. “I’ll leave.” He looks between me and Kane, his gaze lingering on where our shoulders touch. “It’s not like I have anything to gain from staying.”
Groaning in frustration, I scoot out of the booth after Zane. “Why are you all so fucking complicated? Zane, wait!”
Sam grabs my wrist before I can leave. “Don’t follow him, Mercy.” His eyes turn steely as he scans my body, taking in the tiny bruises and scrapes from my scuffle with Zane in my front yard. “He hurt you. A man like that doesn’t deserve you.”
I pull my arm free from his grasp. “I’m not some prize for you to win, Sam, and you can’t make me want you. We’re friends ,” I reiterate, hating how hard he flinches. “Maybe we should leave it at that.”
Kane whistles, and I flick him off. “Stay out of this, Reaper.”
He pushes the table back, spilling our drinks as he makes room for himself to stand.
“No, no, Siren. I told you to call me Kane.” The gun is still in his hand, but at least with Zane gone, he’s not aiming it at Sam.
“ Kane, ” he emphasizes, stepping around the table and pulling me into his arms. The barrel of the gun presses against my temple and he grins at the sight.
“You’re going to scream it when I’m balls fucking deep inside that sweet pussy of yours, beautiful.
” Dragging the gun down the side of my face, he taps it against my lips. “Kiss it, and I’ll forgive you.”
“You’re a fucking psycho.”
“I’m crazy about you.”
The click of a bullet loading into the chamber makes my heartbeat stutter. But Kane hasn’t moved—it’s Sam, his gun suddenly buried beneath Kane’s chin. “Move the gun,” Sam orders calmly, “and you can keep your head.”
“How generous of you.” Just when I think he’s going to listen, Kane pushes harder, knocking the metal against my teeth.
“Kiss it, Mercy,” he rasps, his head tilting back from the pressure of Sam’s gun.
He stares at me down the bridge of his nose.
“Or your boyfriend’s going to die. Zane will drag you from his arms and force you to watch as he buries a dozen bullets into his body— after he skins him alive.
” Smiling, Kane chuckles darkly. “People think that I’m the scary one, but Zane…
He doesn’t give a fuck how badly it hurts. I’m merciful compared to him.”
Police sirens sound in the distance, and I quickly kiss the tip of Kane’s gun to end this idiotic stalemate once and for all. He grins, putting his weapon away and backing off. “See? Was that so hard?”
The loud crack of Sam pistol-whipping Kane in the face makes me scream. Before I can process what’s happening, Sam’s suddenly kneeing Kane in the gut and dragging me out of the restaurant.
Kane’s maniacal laughter follows us out the door. “Keep her warm for me, Sam.”
We’ve barely made it a few steps out of the restaurant before Sam pulls me into an alley and pins me against a brick wall.
His chest heaves with each breath he takes as he buries his face in my neck.
Trembling, he puts the gun in my hands and squeezes my fingers around the handle.
“I need you to promise me something,” he rasps, digging the barrel into his gut.
I try to pull it back, but just like with Kane, I’m outmatched when it comes to strength.
“Sam, don’t?—”
“Promise me that if I ever—” His voice cracks. “If I ever hurt you, Mercy?—”
“You won’t!”
“Promise that you’ll kill me.” His body trembles as he drags in a shallow breath. “ Please. I can’t—I can’t live with knowing that I’ve hurt you.”
The answer is so simple that I’m astounded Sam doesn’t see it. “Then don’t hurt me.” I grab the back of his neck and pull him in for a hug, the gun wedging painfully between us. I keep my fingers off the trigger, but alarms ring at how close he is to pulling it himself. “Okay? It’s that easy.”
“It’s not. ” He sighs into my hair. “Just promise me.”
If it gets him to move the gun, then I don’t have a choice. “I promise.”
“Say the whole thing.”
Sighing, I repeat the entire phrase. “If you hurt me, I promise that I’ll kill you. But you won’t hurt me, Sam. I trust you.”
He exhales harshly and drags his mouth across my ear. “I’m good enough to eat your pussy, but not good enough for anything else, is that it?”
Anger and frustration boil in my blood. I dig the gun deeper into Sam’s stomach, knowing it has to hurt, but being so fucking tired of this bullshit. “I thought you were okay with being friends!”
“I thought so too!”
Our voices echo against the bricks, drowned out by the police cars screeching to a halt by the curb.
Sam lifts me up off the ground and carries me deeper into the alley, then through a parking lot until we get to his pickup truck.
He opens the passenger door one-handed and sets me down on the seat before sprinting to the driver’s side.
The gun’s disappeared from sight, but I have no illusions that it’s gone for good.
He starts the car and drives off, speeding down the road and weaving through traffic. “I thought I was okay with being friends.” Running a hand through his hair, he chuffs. “Until I saw the way he looks at you.”
I watch as conflicted emotions cross Sam’s face, each one more tortured than the last. “I don’t want him to have you, because I want you.
I thought I could take things slow and give you the kind of dating experience you deserve, but—” He grips the steering wheel tightly.
“We don’t have that kind of time. Now he wants to share you. ”
My body ignites at the mere mention of being shared, and I press my thighs together. “You seemed like you had fun.”
Sam clenches his jaw. “Yeah. You did too.”
We cross half of the city in silence. It gives me time to think, but I don’t trust the thoughts running through my head. Kane’s mouth was greedy and insistent, but so was Sam’s. Zane’s was?—
Complicated.
I woke up on my driveway to the sound of him crying. Felt his tears on my chest and witnessed the cracks in his heart. The man is bleeding for his best friend, and I don’t think Kane realizes how bad it is.
“You’d tell me…” My voice carries like a whisper on the wind, so soft that I can barely hear it. “You’d tell me if I hurt you, right?”
Sam’s answer is immediate, his eyes locked firmly onto the road ahead. “Of course.”
For the first time since I met Sam, I’m not sure that I believe him.