Chapter 37
Kane
Sam pulls some strings so that Malachi is released from whatever bullshit his father had him wrapped up in.
Mercy’s family couldn’t be more thrilled, and we’re all reaping the benefits.
Vinny’s spending more time with his family, Granny’s more energetic than I’ve ever seen, Lilith is actually swinging by to have family dinners ever Friday night, and Mercy is…
Well, she’s fucking perfect.
She slides the tip of my cock between her lips, barely able to suck on the first two inches before she has to come up for air. I scratch her scalp as she gazes up at me, unshed tears catching on her long lashes.
“You don’t have to keep trying,” I rumble, caressing her cheek with my free hand. “We can make it fit somewhere else.”
The insinuation makes her flush, but she doubles down on her efforts, rising on her knees to suck my swollen head. A burst of precum slicks her tongue, and she laps it up eagerly.
Zane and Sam have been sneaking behind my back to fuck her when they think I’m not around, but with Zane’s camera system and my sensitive ears, I’m able to catch every session in high-definition.
Screwing her behind the garden shed, on every fucking pew in this church, hitting it from behind in the shower, on and on the list goes, making me simultaneously jealous as hell and proud as fuck.
Our dirty girl can’t get enough of our cocks.
I lean back on the bench seat, my ass sore and my balls heavy. She cups them in her petite hands and squeezes, drawing a groan from deep inside my chest. That pleases her, and she glows like the brightest star in the sky.
“You know,” I start slowly, edging up to a topic I’ve been eager to discuss, “I don’t have a last name.”
She hums in response.
“I’ve been thinking of taking yours.”
Her hand hovers in midair over my shaft. Eyebrows lifting, she pulls off of my dick and takes a gasping breath. I wipe the saliva off her chin as she catches her breath. “You, uh, want my last name?”
“Yeah.” God, she looks so pretty when the light catches in her eyes. “I do.”
Idly grasping my shaft, she gives it a half-hearted tug. I spread my thighs wide so that she can scoot in closer. “Why?”
Mmm. Why wouldn’t I? Zane’s asked me to come up with a list of reasons why it’s a bad idea, and I haven’t been able to come up with a single one. Even his insistence about Sam pissing himself over it hasn’t deterred me.
I want what I want, and that’s every part of Mercy that she’ll give me. Including her family.
“Have I ever told you about my parents?”
She shakes her head.
I take a deep breath. Here we go.
“When I was a kid, they’d forget to feed me.
Or, what I think actually happened is that they chose not to.
They’d hold my meals if I didn’t say my prayers correctly, or if I got a low grade in school.
Honestly, it’s a miracle I survived past six.
” I scratch the back of Mercy’s head as a distraction from the discomfort building in my chest. “So when they left me on a church’s doorstep—not their own, of course, but one across state lines—I was older than I should have been.
Not good enough for their precious church image, or whatever.
” I shrug. “They came back for me a few years later, and I’d already been in and out of half a dozen foster homes.
Maybe more. I lost count after a while, and they stopped placing me with families.
” He pauses for that to sink in. “No one wanted me after that, not even my parents.”
Mercy’s lips twitch into a frown. “Kane, I’m so sorry.”
Eh. I lean down and press a kiss to her worried brow. “I’m not,” I murmur, closing my eyes. “Because when they left me behind a second time, I met Zane.”
I take a deep breath and sit up, opening my eyes to stare into hers.
One of the things I’ve realized over the past few months is that Mercy holds constellations inside her heart.
They bleed out onto her skin in all the freckles she insists don’t exist as she smothers them in makeup, or in the depths of her honey brown eyes, sparkling like golden stardust every time she smiles.
But the most profound moments are when I see their stories in action.
As the new year came around, she started hosting her family’s group therapy sessions so that her father could take a break, and every single one of those stories she’s held inside her heart for years spilled free, capturing every single audience member in the room.
Myself included.
My heart stutters beneath her touch as she thumbs the pulse point on my wrist, a habit that she’s picked up from Zane.
“My parents’ rejection taught me that you choose your family based upon the people you care about most. I wasn’t important enough to be a part of their family, but I was already claimed by another, anyway. ”
“Zane,” Mercy breathes, her eyes shining.
I nod. “Yeah. He’ll tell you that I’m the one who dragged him into my circle, but I think it was mutual.
Two lonely kids longing for a connection.
For a family.” My dick softens into a half-chub, and I nearly laugh.
Damn, I thought it was impossible for anything to distract my cock, but I guess this is it.
Sad, emotional bullshit. I clear my throat and take Mercy’s hand to keep her from grabbing it.
Sliding my fingers through hers, I lay our joined hands on my bare thigh.
She stares up at me with the kindest eyes I’ve ever seen.
I don’t deserve a woman like her.
“For a long time, my circle included Zane, and only Zane. I think… when I was seducing people, and when I finally got them to open up and let me in, I was trying to find another connection like that. Like the one I have with Zane.” But none of them could break through their sorrow and pain, not even for me.
Especially not when I wasn’t even showing them who I really was.
I doctored an image that made them fall in love, and then when I was disappointed with the outcome, I let them go, sending them to their graves with their loved ones.
They already had a family, and I wasn’t able to fill the void that was left after they lost it.
“But you, Mercy…” I press the pad of my thumb against the bow of her lips.
“You’re different than most people.” For the first time in my life, a lump forms in my throat, and it’s hard to get words out.
I stare at her pouty lips, wondering what it would take for her to read my thoughts so I don’t have to say anything out loud.
She could just know my feelings for her, and we’d be blissful as fucking kittens for the rest of our lives.
Or rabbits, since they fuck all the time.
Zane really needs to change his nickname for her.
“I love that about you, Mercy. I love—” My cheeks flush bright red. Goddammit. Cupping her face, I lift her off her knees and pull her into my lap, needing to be closer. My breath shudders as my lungs threaten to collapse. “I love—”
She presses her fingertips to my lips, a glowing smile matching the warmth of her eyes. “I love you, too, Kane.”
I crack a smile and tackle her mouth, knocking our teeth together in my rush to get to her. Fuck. “Shit, Siren, I’m sorry.”
Her laughter lights up my heart. “No, it’s fine, don’t worry about—”
Her lips taste like my dick, and it kicks my desire into overdrive.
I grab her ass and rock into the cradle of her thighs, suddenly desperate to be inside of her.
She pulls her top over her head and flings it into the distance, baring her tits for me to suck.
I greedily lap one with the flat of my tongue, groaning as I pull it into my mouth.
She gasps, a beautiful fucking sound, and rolls her hips.
Fire licks at the base of my spine, pulling inward as delicious heat coils deep inside my body. Fuck, yes. I rub her pussy over my cock, drenching her panties in her desire, in my own, the two of us panting as I dry hump the fuck out of her.
God, I love this woman.
“Kane,” she whimpers, biting her plump bottom lip. “Can we try?”
I snap the waistband of her panties to hear her squeal. “You wanna ride me, sweetheart?”
It takes her a moment to decide, but then she shakes her head. “I want you to be on top.”
Picking her up, I carry her to the double-mattress—a recent upgrade with how often Mercy spends the night with us—and lay her down on her back. “Like this?” I run my hands up her warm thighs as she nods and lifts her hips.
“Undress me, please.”
Gladly.
I take my time pulling her leggings down her thighs, carefully kissing every new inch of exposed skin.
She giggles like she’s nervous, but I can’t blame her.
My cock swings heavily between my thighs, and I squeeze the tip to rub another burst or precum along my shaft.
I need to be lubricated as fuck if I’m going to fit inside of her.
“Condom?” I ask, stroking in time with my heartbeat.
She shakes her head. “I want to feel you.”
A chuckle rumbles through my chest. Sam got her addicted to creampies, and it’s become a bad habit for all of us, filling up her sweet pussy any chance we can get.
Well, they can get. But this is my time. My turn.
“Are you ovulating?” I should keep track of her cycle, but Sam’s the anal one about it, not me. I couldn’t care less if she gets knocked up, but that man is obsessed with ensuring it doesn’t happen. It’s like he thinks kids carry the plague or something.
Then again, I caught him looking at bassinets on his phone the other day, so it could be the other way around. He could be trying to knock her up.
Sneaky fucking bastard.
Mercy shakes her head again. “Nope, I should be safe this week.”
Unless Sam’s been lying to her about when she’s fertile. But I don’t have proof, so I take Mercy’s word for it.
Leaning over her, I rest my forearm beside her head and run my cock through her slick heat, stealing a kiss as I rub my shaft against her lips and her clit, the only man between the three of us that can confidently say that I hit both at once.
I exhale against her jaw as I stroke again and again, arching my back to get in deeper.
Her breaths puff out against my chest, her body so goddamn hot that it’s scalding to the touch.
“You okay, Siren?”
She answers with a searing kiss, sucking my bottom lip into her mouth and raking her nails down my back. I hiss as pain radiates from her touch, but then I slide the first half inch inside, and fuck, is it tight.
Zane and I worked up to fitting me inside of him for at least a week, training his ass to stretch to accommodate my girth, but he had already had a dick up his ass before. Grayson, or whatshisname. I forget. So it wasn’t completely new territory.
With Mercy, I guess it isn’t either, but the way she grits her teeth makes me feel like it’s her first time.
“Breathe,” I coach her, reaching between us to rub her clit. “You need to relax, or you’ll only get tighter.”
“I am relaxed,” she chokes out, laughing once she realizes how much of a lie that is. “Okay, I’m not. Can you eat me out?”
I lick my lips as I pull out and slide down her hot little body.
“Yes fucking ma’am.” Zane would berate me for not doing it in the first place, but I’m itching to get inside of her.
He doesn’t get it; he’s been to the promised land.
I’ve glimpsed the golden fields from the tree line. It’s not the fucking same.
Lifting Mercy’s thigh and smelling her wet fucking pussy is a dream that I never want to wake from.
Licking into her molten core and feeling her body tense up, the sharp intake of breath, the gentle quiver of her thighs, the smooth glide of my fingers stretching her out, it’s the only Heaven I’ll ever experience.
Right here, in this body, with this woman, dry humping the mattress because I can’t fucking help it.
I groan against her clit, holding my breath as I press my tongue flat and roll over it again and again, obsessed with the way she cries out and grabs my hair, pushing me harder against her.
I curl my fingers and she gushes, dripping down my wrist as I lick and suck every delicious inch of pussy, top to bottom, tempted to move even lower.
I bet she’d come her brains out if I played with her ass.
I’ve watched Zane do it as he hits from behind, lubing up his fingers and sliding them in and out of her ass as he works her pussy with his dick.
Hell, I’ve come to the thought of him fucking her ass while I fuck his, the three of us a sweaty, delirious mess as we come our brains out. Sometimes, Sam will be in my fantasies, lying beneath her and rocking his hips up into her cunt while we plow her from behind.
An illicit shiver rolls down my spine.
I am definitely bringing that idea up at our next dinner date.
Mercy rocks onto my face and whimpers, getting close enough to coming that I can taste the difference in her pussy, her desire getting wetter and wetter until finally, she screams. Her voice catches partway through, but that’s a good thing.
She’ll need the vocal rest, because once I’m finally inside of her, she won’t be able to stop.
My dick throbs in anticipation as I grab the bottle of lube and coat it from root to tip, then pour a generous amount onto Mercy’s pussy.
I work it into her tight hole with my fingers before climbing up her body and claiming her mouth in a sloppy kiss, smearing her lips and tongue with her release.
She’s wet and wild, matching my passion with her own and eagerly rubbing her slick pussy against my shaft.
The tip slips in first, and I push the head past the threshold, groaning as her walls finally give.
Another inch. Another deep breath. I bite her neck and suck a bruise on her skin, hoping that it’ll distract her from the absolute carnage I’m sure I’m wrecking on her pussy.
I’ve had a lot of sex. Hundreds of people have come and gone, each one different from the last, not all of them able to handle my dick size despite promises that they could. I haven’t held it against them; I know that I’m above-average, and I know that sometimes, that can hurt.
But Mercy’s pussy sucks me in and doesn’t let go, and slowly, very slowly, I bottom out inside of her without having to pull out once.
Her grin matches mine as I kiss her hard and rock my hips, groaning into her sweet mouth as she trembles beneath me.
“Oh, Mercy. Oh, baby. You are fucking gorgeous.” I kiss a silent tear falling down her cheek and lick the salt from my lips. “I love you so fucking much.” My heart bursts as she smiles, laughing and pulling me in for a kiss that rocks my world.
I get it now, the family thing.
Because here in this moment, that’s what she is.
A big part of my precious, little world.