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 settled. 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?”
She righted herself and pointed at the floor. “Go lie there. Next to Dutch.”
“Why? I’m not sleepy.”
Dutch mumbled, “Neither am I. I’m getting my second wind.”
He’d draped his arm over his eyes, his fingers slack.
“Do you want me to eat you or not?” Mercy asked Travis.
He pushed to his feet and looked down at her as a god might, his body magnificent, his expression direct and demanding. “Yeah, I do. Go on.” He flexed his cock.
It was as rigid as his personality. He was a man who needed control. Mercy figured someone must have hurt him terribly in the past. He’d built an impenetrable wall around himself to avoid more pain.
She’d seen beneath it when he’d ordered the bikers to pay more for her cupcakes. And when he and Dutch had worked so hard to clean the kitchen for her.
Wanting to deliver nothing except bliss, she cautioned, “It’s a long drop to the floor.”
“No fucking kidding,” Dutch said.
Travis worked his mouth, but didn’t entirely hide his smile. “You’ll have to do something to get me down there. Think you can manage it?”
Mercy chewed her lip, faking uncertainty. She sank to her knees and stroked his toes. He stepped back, bumping into a chair, and arched one eyebrow. “You’ll have to do better than tickling me.”
“Sure you want that?”
Travis’s smile crinkled the corners of his eyes and made a deep dimple in his cheek. “Do your worst, baby.”
Aw, how nice that baby sounded. Nodding meekly, Mercy lifted his gorgeous cock and sucked his right ball into her mouth.
“Holy motherfucking god,” he gasped.
Ignoring him, Mercy grabbed Travis’s ass to keep him still and close. She swept her tongue over the short dark hairs on his testicle then suckled his sensitive flesh.
He babbled, sounding close to tears.
Dutch whistled softly through his teeth, his lethargy apparently a distant memory as he watched.
Mercy’s mouth loved Travis’s ball while her finger circled his anus then probed gently. He wiggled as much as he could, which wasn’t a lot. Panting, he finally cried, “Shit, I can’t stand it.”
She eased him from her mouth and murmured, “I haven’t even started.”
“Hell.”
She’d tongued his left ball inside and gave it as much attention as she had the other. With pure delight, Mercy explored the wrinkly skin and light covering of hair. He smelled amazing. Musky and male. The same as Dutch, who’d moved closer, his features transfixed as Mercy took care of Travis.
“I want that,” Dutch said, his words strangled.
She patted his hairy thigh to let him know he’d have his turn.
Travis groaned, “Suck my cock.”
In time. Right now, Mercy intended to take away his control. Prove to him that it wasn’t as great as he thought. Surrender was good too. It opened the soul and heart.
Before long, Travis was sweating badly, his head hanging between his shoulders, his fists clenched.
Having done her worst–at least to this point–Mercy released him. “You okay?” she asked, parroting his earlier words.
A muscle in his jaw jumped. The ones in his neck were ropy with tension. “No,” he growled. “I. Want. More.”
Ah, they finally agreed on something. “How about you?” she asked Dutch.
“Why are you asking him?” Travis complained. “He’s already come.”
“And you will too,” Mercy promised, then turned back to Dutch. “You want more?”
He gave her a wolfish grin. “Definitely.”
“Then what are you two waiting for?”
Dutch scrambled to the Trojans, grabbing them first. Travis gripped his arm. “Hand them over.”
“When I’m through.”
“Now.”
“Guys.” Mercy planted her hands on their chests to keep them apart. “There are twelve in there. Enough for everyone. Even me.”
Snickering, Dutch ripped open the box, took a packet, and tossed the rest to Travis. They rolled the latex down their shafts in a frenzied race, seeing who’d be ready first.
As far as Dutch could tell, it was a dead heat. Easygoing by nature, he asked Travis, “How do we want to do this?”
Travis studied the bed then the floor, choosing it. Sitting with his legs spread out, he grabbed his cock and pointed it at Mercy. “Hop on…please.”
“Wait,” Dutch said.
Travis growled, “For what?”
“Just give me a sec, all right?” Dutch curled his fingers around Mercy’s upper arm. “You ever do this before?”
Her complexion darkened, hiding her freckles. “You mean two guys at once?”
That, and anal sex. “Uh–huh.”
“There’s always a first time, right?” Mercy smiled.
She still looked daunted to Dutch. “You’re sure you want to do this?”
“You don’t have to,” Travis said. “We’re good with whatever you want.”
She looked at both of them. “I want this. Please don’t deny me.”
A wave of tenderness washed over Dutch, her desire stirring yet comfortable. With Mercy, he didn’t feel he had to put on a macho show, be more than he was. She accepted him as a friend would, despite his imperfections.
Lifting her hand, he kissed her knuckles and promised, “I’ll be careful.”
“If he’s not,” Travis said, “I’ll beat his sorry ass. Right?”
“Hey, bash in my head if you want. I’d fucking deserve it.”
“No need for violence,” Mercy said.
She crawled across the floor to Travis, giving Dutch an amazing view of her ass. Firm and lush. A small mole graced her left cheek. Her panty’s elastic had lef
t creases on her hips and the upper part of her thighs.
Her cunt couldn’t have been juicier. Her anus more than inviting.
Dutch followed, biding his time as she straddled Travis then lowered her pussy over his stiffened shaft. Travis closed his eyes and swallowed hard, his throat bobbing.
She sank all the way down on a lusty sigh.
With his hand on her shoulder, Dutch directed Mercy to lean forward. She lifted her ass, giving him a view that had him reeling with lust. Steady, he warned himself. He ran his fingers around her opening, stretched and filled by Travis’s rod. Once Dutch had dampened his fingers with her moisture, he smoothed it on Mercy’s anus, lubricating her.
She wiggled at his intimate touch.
Settled behind her, Dutch murmured, “Ready?”
“We both are,” Travis said, his words halting and hurting. Of the three of them, only he hadn’t come yet.
Though Dutch sympathized, it wasn’t his greatest concern. He nuzzled his crown against Mercy’s opening then eased it inside.
On her sharp inhale, he stopped. “What? Is it too much? I’m too big?”
She panted. “No. It’s amazing. You’re perfect.”
Well hell, if Dutch hadn’t been hard before, he could’ve challenged concrete now. Still he took care, entering her slowly, cautiously. What seemed like hours passed, though it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes. Sweat prickled his skin and rolled into his eyes.
Ignoring the sting, he drove the last of his length inside, huffing at her passage’s tightness and heat. The sensation it created made his scalp tingle. Her mouth on his cock had been good, but this…
A gun to his head wouldn’t have made Dutch pull out now. Only her discomfort could manage that.
He breathed, “We’re okay?”
No word existed that could have adequately described Mercy’s excitement, her bone–deep happiness. They’d filled all of her openings, even her mouth. Travis’s tongue and cock tunneled deep. She grunted heartily, answering Dutch’s question. He let loose, grinding his body into hers to push even more of himself inside. Thrilling Mercy in a way that went beyond anything physical.
All of her life, she’d worried about being alone like her mom. No one wanting her.
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