by Sabrina York
Mercy moved through the darkness, stopping when she reached him. Travis didn’t budge. There was just enough room for her to pass.
She seemed uncertain whether to do so or lean into him. With his pulse hammering, Travis let her make the decision. At last, she turned to the side, edging past, her nipples brushing his arm, her thighs grazing his.
He breathed in her fragrance and warmth, wanting to take her here, bent over the counter, stripped of her jeans and panties, mounting her until tomorrow, but he let her escape. For now.
As he followed her out of the saloon, she kept glancing over her shoulder at him.
Outside, Dutch waited, a paper bag in his hand.
Mercy noticed it but didn’t ask about the contents. “Hey,” she murmured.
“Yeah—hey.”
Dutch sounded as if he hadn’t spoken for months. Travis’s throat was as tight.
What they were about to do was nuts, he knew, but couldn’t help himself. None of the bastards at the saloon had forever on their minds. They’d enjoy Mercy as quickly as they did her cupcakes, then move on to the next woman.
He and Dutch were saving her from that. They’d show her the good time she’d claimed to want. They might even remain friends afterwards.
Content with that fantasy, Travis drank her in. Wisps of hair curled at her temples. There was a smear of chocolate on her jaw, begging him to lick it off. Her freckles needed a kiss.
He edged closer. Mercy’s expression grew fuzzy, the wonder Travis feared and loved evident in her eyes. Unable to resist, he smiled.
Dutch shifted his weight and cleared his throat.
Mercy blinked and gave him her attention, as though she didn’t want him to feel neglected.
He grinned.
She looked at them both and hushed, “Night.”
“We’ll walk you to your cabin,” Travis said.
Dutch nodded.
Surprise and curiosity sparked in her gaze.
With Mercy between him and Dutch, Travis headed for her place. A short distance that seemed to take days. The world kept spinning. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d been this lightheaded. Certainly not when he’d left finance, giving up a six-figure job with million-dollar bonuses because he’d pleased his corporate clients while they screwed their employees.
No, he’d never felt exactly this way before. It was scary, yet exhilarating. Like being truly alive for the first time.
At the bottom of her steps, he stopped and wound his arm around Mercy’s neck, easing her into him. Her eyes went wide, shimmering in the gauzy light. The same as the glittery stuff on her tee. Cupping her breast, he thumbed her nipple.
She parted her lips on a pleasured sigh.
It was the only invitation Travis needed. He brushed his mouth over hers then slipped his tongue inside and held back a horny groan. She tasted sweet from her cupcakes and a flavor that belonged to her. Clean. Healthy. Gently, he stroked then fondled her breast.
Mercy sagged into him. Her hands roamed his back, seemingly uncertain where to stop. At length she clutched his ass and pulled him into her, nipples poking his chest, mound pressed to his erection.
Travis grunted his thanks.
They turned in a slow circle, the noises they made crude and beautiful, eager and content. She was fire in his arms, wanting this. Needing him.
For sex, Travis reminded himself. They were young, normal in their needs. No reason to deny themselves.
At last he pulled free, ending the kiss, desperate for a full breath.
Mercy gulped the cool night air then looked at Dutch.
He settled her in his arms with an ease that said she’d always belonged there and slanted his mouth over hers. She wreathed her arms around his neck and ground her hips into his. With his hand planted on her butt, he pushed her even closer.
Travis leaned against the stair’s railing. Endless stars dotted the sooty sky, the moon’s hazy rays a cascade of silver pouring down on them. Appropriately romantic. However, tonight wasn’t about love or commitment, was it? Something inside Travis twisted, breaking the mood. It occurred to him that he should stop this here. A kiss was enough. Too much. They shouldn’t move forward.
Mercy moaned. The same sound she’d made when he’d been kissing her, but different. Her reaction then meant for no one except him.
Because he was special to her.
That, alone, should have made Travis run.
His legs wouldn’t work, refusing to take him from her. He waited until she and Dutch finished kissing, then wound his arm around Mercy’s waist and walked her up the steps.
Moisture glistened on her lips. Even in the gloom, her cheeks seemed redder than usual from his and Dutch’s stubble, her lips slightly puffy from too much use.
They hadn’t even started.
She whispered, “You guys are coming in, right?”
Travis turned the knob and flicked on the lights. Mercy backed into the small space. The moment Dutch was inside, Travis closed the door behind the three of them.
Leaning against it, he said, “Here are the new ground rules.”
Mercy’s pulse thumped. They were going to screw her blind. Finally. What had changed? What had Travis and Dutch planned?
“While you’re here,” Travis said, “you can’t date the patrons. It’s not allowed.”
“That’s right,” Dutch said.
Mercy wasn’t following. “What patrons?”
“That blond guy,” Dutch said first.
She thought back, then finally remembered him. Wow. He’d really gotten to them. Pleasantly surprised, Mercy got bold. “Why?”
Travis grew more intent, seemingly jealous. “You won’t be available to anyone except us.” He gestured to himself and Dutch. “For whatever we want.”
Her thoughts raced.
“But only if you want it too,” he added, then waited for her response.
Mercy nodded.
“You want this,” he asked pointedly.
“Yes,” she breathed. “I want it all.”
Both men smiled. Travis held out his hand. Dutch handed him the paper bag then closed the curtains over her windows. Finished with that, he locked her front door.
She swallowed at the deadbolt’s metal thunk.
Travis pulled a box of Trojan Magnums from the bag, putting them on the table. The black container stated there were twelve of those extra-large suckers inside.
God, god, god.
Travis pulled off his tee, dropping it on the floor. Dutch’s followed. Mercy’s legs felt spongy, unable to support her weight.
Travis removed his boots and socks next. His feet were wonderfully large with long toes. She imagined licking the tips, then sucking them into her mouth.
Dutch set his boots and socks to the side. His feet were as nice.
Travis caught her attention again. He pushed his jeans and stretchy boxers down. Dutch did the same with his. In seconds, they were both nude, erect, facing her. Travis dark and dangerous. Dutch all golden skin and light brown hair, the tangle of it on his groin thick and curly.
Mercy shivered.
“You want it all,” Travis said, moving toward her. Dutch followed.
God, they were big. She tilted her face to theirs. “Uh-huh.”
“No expectations,” Travis said. “Just fun.”
It was more than Mercy had really hoped for. If she were foolish enough to deny her needs and demand a future they couldn’t give, she’d never be within their arms. “I understand, and I agree. No dating the customers. I’m here for you guys.”
Dutch grinned. So did Travis.
“Unless I meet someone,” Mercy added, before she knew she would.
Both men sobered and exchanged a glance.
“The same goes for you two,” she said quickly. “If Ms. Right walks into the saloon tomorrow, go for it. This is only about fun.”
That didn’t seem to cheer them up.
Travis’s eyebrows drew together. “Are you always thi
s bad?”
What was he talking about? “Hey, I’m agreeing with you.”
He moved closer, crowding her. Dutch did the same. They smelled of smoke, beer, pure male need.
Mercy surrendered, ready for anything.
“Take off your clothes,” Travis said.
“Now,” Dutch ordered.
Her hands trembled, part excitement, part anxiety. She didn’t want to do anything stupid that would cause them to laugh.
When she kept fumbling with her jeans’ button, Travis spoke to Dutch. “I think she needs help.”
“Yep.”
Too easily, Dutch held Mercy’s hands behind her back. Travis sank to one knee in front of her. His fingertips grazed the edge of her waistband.
Her belly quivered and her breath rushed out.
Unbuttoning her jeans, Travis eased the denim down, exposing her panties. He dragged his fingers over the fragile fabric and elastic waistband, circling the little rosebuds and bows.
His smile said he liked them. His movements said he wanted to see skin. Easily, he tugged Mercy’s underwear to her knees. Her arousal had dampened the crouch. She blushed fast and hot. Travis’s grin widened.
Dutch whistled softly, then pressed his mouth to her ear. “You’re fucking beyond ready.”
For a year, ever since they’d first marched into Fast Fill.
Once Travis had removed her running shoes, socks, jeans, and panties, he stood, his stiffened cock brushing Mercy’s thigh, the crown damp with pre-cum. She bit back a moan. Dutch lifted her arms. Travis pulled her tee up and off, leaving Mercy in nothing except her bra. Dainty, it had little rosettes and tiny bows at the top of each cup.
Dutch pushed the thin satin straps down her arms. Travis unhooked the bra’s front clasp more easily than she ever had. Mercy’s breasts fell free, her nipples reddened and hard. Lifting the soft globes in his palms, Travis curled his fingers around the sides, sending an intolerable thrill through her.
Not to be denied, Dutch kissed her throat.
Mercy made a sound she’d never heard before. Greedy and feline.
Travis murmured, “You’re not going to flirt with my patrons any longer, are you?”
Dutch suckled her neck. She slumped against him. “I won’t…I wasn’t.”
“You were.” Travis trailed his fingers down Mercy’s torso to her bush. “Why? Do you like them?”
Hell no. She craved this. He’d curled his fingers over her mound and touched her damp lips. Mercy inhaled deeply, releasing her answer on a sigh. “I was just trying to be friendly.”
“Too friendly,” Dutch said, his chin on her shoulder.
“That’s right,” Travis murmured. “You’re not following the rules. You know what happens then, don’t you?”
Mercy couldn’t begin to answer. Dutch’s lips on her throat, Travis’s fingers on her clit had her body and willpower melting. “Ah…”
Travis stopped stroking her nub. Leaning close, he whispered, “We’ll have to punish you.”
Heat flowed through Mercy, a steady pulse of anticipation that settled in her cunt. “Okay.”
Smiling, Travis sank to a chair and unceremoniously pulled her over his lap. Mercy’s hair spilled forward, her mouth falling open on a soundless cry. She gripped his leg, digging her fingers into his muscular calf. Dutch moved so close his cock brushed the tip of Mercy’s nose. She snaked out her tongue to lick it.
“Uh-uh,” Travis said, palm on her ass, his rod thick and hard beneath her. “No pleasure for you, until you’ve learned your lesson. Understand?”
She nodded.
“Tell us you’ve been bad,” Travis ordered.
“Okay.”
“Mercy.”
Right. “I have.”
“And that you won’t do it again.”
Was he kidding? And not get a repeat of this? Playing their game, she murmured, “I won’t. I—”
The crack of Travis’s hand against her ass cut off Mercy’s words. She sucked air at the sting then blew it out at the incredible warmth that followed. More, her mind whispered.
As though he’d heard, Travis paddled Mercy good and hard until her ass tingled. Huffing, she sucked his knee, giving him a hickey.
If he minded, he didn’t say. He spread her cheeks, opening her shamelessly and wide, his hands heavy, hot. She held back a whimper.
Dutch ran his fingers up the furrow to her anus.
A feeling rolled through Mercy that she’d never known before. She clasped Travis’s leg even harder.
“I get her here first,” Dutch said. He circled her tight ring then headed for her cunt.
“That part of her’s mine,” Travis announced.
Chapter Four
With his forearm, Travis cleared the table. The Trojans and Mercy’s recipe book hit the floor with two sharp slaps. She started at the sound then went back to sucking his knee. Suppressing a grin, Travis pulled Mercy up and settled her on top of the empty space, legs dangling over the lip, head angled to the right, close to the edge.
Dutch positioned himself there, his cock so hard it rose toward her mouth, telling Mercy what he wanted her to do.
Travis showed her what he expected. Her attention shot to him as he placed the soles of her feet on the table. He pushed her thighs apart until he’d opened her fully to him, cunt bared, her folds plump and slick with passion.
Mercy’s blush deepened, enhancing her emerald eyes. Her hair fanned in all directions, delightfully messy, as though she’d just left bed.
Leaning over her, Travis dragged Mercy’s arms above her shoulders. “Don’t move from this spot,” he warned.
“Or what?” she murmured.
He smiled, enjoying the fact that she liked discipline. “You’ll see.”
Her faraway expression said she was recalling how he’d paddled her.
God, she was delectable. So fucking ripe his blood thickened. Eager to play, unwilling to think about tomorrow, Travis sank to one knee and ran his fingers down her cleft.
Mercy gurgled something unintelligible and lifted her hips, welcoming his touch.
Travis worked two fingers into her cunt, the passage hotter than hell, smooth and slippery. His breath slipped out on a sigh. He rubbed his nose against her curls, delicately scented with soap and her musk that shot pleasure to every part of him. He grunted.
Dutch growled. Most of his cock was in Mercy’s mouth. Straining to get closer, she took more of his length inside, until the tip of her nose skimmed his light brown pelt. Dutch gritted his teeth so hard the veins in his throat seemed ready to pop.
Travis concentrated on Mercy’s satisfaction. He eased his fingers out of her then slid them back inside. His tongue circled her clit, not yet touching it.
She lifted her hips again, pushing herself toward him.
As a reward, he tongued her rigid little nub.
She gasped.
Dutch’s feet slapped the floor, telling Travis he’d moved closer to Mercy, not wanting his cock to slip out of her mouth. Her sucking sounds followed.
Smiling inwardly, Travis tested Mercy’s dedication to Dutch’s pleasure or her own. He held her clit between his teeth, giving her no chance to escape, and licked her slow, fast, slow again, his uneven pace meant to drive her nuts.
Her toes curled. She squeezed her inner muscles around his fingers and hit the table with her fist. The sucking sounds she made grew louder, presumably harder.
Seconds later, Dutch inhaled sharply then roared with his orgasm.
“Aw shit,” he growled, though he sounded pleased. “Damn.”
He kept making noises that sounded of pleasure and contentment, then stumbled away from the table. In the center of the floor, he dropped and sprawled, his heels and the back of his head hitting the wood. His chest pumped with his struggle for air.
Travis lapped Mercy’s clit. She tensed, her cunt squeezing his fingers again. Before she got too excited, he slowed, barely licking her.
After a moment, she settle
d. No doubt expecting more from him if she behaved and played dead.
That wasn’t what Travis wanted, so he stopped.
Her harsh breathing mingled with Dutch’s noisy yawn. A second ticked by. Then another.
“Lick me,” she begged.
Travis waited.
“Please,” she cried. “I want to—”
Her plea ended in a husky sigh at his ardent attention to her nub. Travis dragged his tongue over it. He suckled hard, sensing she’d like that.
The noises Mercy made spoke of insatiable need and towering delight. Within minutes, she wailed her release. It lasted a long time before she collapsed, her legs bowed outward. Presumably too heavy for her to hold up.
Deep, steady contractions poured from her pussy, sucking his fingers deeper. Gratified by her response, Travis rested his chin on her mound.
Mercy’s breasts wiggled with her tattered breaths, her areolas constricted and tight, the tips long. She wore a glazed look, proving he’d done well by her.
Somehow that truly mattered, though Travis wasn’t about to explore why.
When Mercy noticed him watching, she appeared torn between embarrassment and need. Her desire Travis understood. The shame confused him. How could anyone deny the beauty and power of sex? That was as foolish as refusing to eat or breathe. Making too much of the act was dumb too. It was simply a great part of life.
No entanglements. No expectations. As long as everyone knew the rules and abided by them, things would be fine.
“You okay?” he asked without meaning to.
She nodded then shook her head.
Travis’s belly clenched. His mind raced as to what might be wrong. Had he sucked her too hard? Accidentally bit her? Hell, his fingers were still inside her cunt. How could he have not noticed that? He eased them out. “That better?”
“No.”
Shit. “Did I hurt you?”
Mercy murmured, “No.”
“Then what?”
“I want more.” She propped herself on her elbows. “Is this it?”
Hell, they hadn’t even cracked open the Trojans yet. Travis grinned. “What do you think?”
Mercy pushed off the table so fast she staggered.
Travis’s hands wavered, trying to catch her. “What are you doing?”