The young Merc climbed onto the table in front of her. At some point, he had stripped off all of his clothing, and now his hard cock was sticking straight out with arousal. It wasn’t quite as big as Reece’s, but it was still far bigger than anything Fairchild was used to. Nash moved toward her on his knees and worked his fingers through her hair.
“Don’t bite,” he whispered. “I’m only following orders, babe.”
She didn’t bite. She let him use her, fucking her mouth like a pussy while Reece fucked the real thing.
She caught a glimpse of herself in the two-way mirror, and the image was dirtier than anything she’d ever seen, even in her most shameful fantasies. Her ass was rippling with the impacts of Reece’s thrusting, and her cheek was bulging where Nash’s cock was pushing it from within. Her face was wet with tears and spit, and she could feel an even greater wetness leaking out of her other end.
The sight was enough to push her over the edge. She came with a muffled scream, harder than she had ever come before. Her pussy fluttered and squeezed around Reece’s pumping shaft.
She could feel the lead Merc tensing behind her. He was almost there too. For a second, Fairchild thought he was going to do it inside her.
For a second, she wanted him to.
But Reece pulled out at the last moment and unloaded onto her ass, painting her flesh with his hot, thick cum. Nash came a split second later, shooting it all over her face. Fairchild shut her eyes and took it as her own climax faded inside her.
Afterward, there was a long silence, filled only by the sounds of heavy breathing and the inner rhythm of Fairchild’s pounding heart. She could feel the Mercs’ warm stuff dripping down her skin. The air was thick with the odor of it, raunchy and raw. She couldn’t remember a time when she had felt so dirty, so thoroughly used.
She just hoped it had been enough.
At last, the intervox buzzed, and Lennox spoke. “Congratulations, Fairchild,” she said flatly. “You’ve got the job.”
CHAPTER 6
Reece stood with a shoulder resting against one of the massive columns flanking the concourse of Sector HQ. The space was vast and brutal—polished duracrete floors, vaulted steel ceilings, and the low hum of waiting shuttles vibrating through the walls. Mercs were passing by in loose clusters, some of them in fatigues, others in battle-scarred armor, all of them moving with the same deadly purpose. Reece ignored the foot traffic and kept his eyes fixed on a point directly across the concourse from where he was standing—the door to the briefing room.
His mind kept rehashing the scene that had played out on the other side of that door a few minutes ago. He didn’t quite feel guilty about it—Fairchild had consented to everything—but he wasn’t exactly proud of it either. The whole situation just didn’t sit right with him, like a pebble stuck in his boot.
So now, here he was… waiting.
For Fairchild.
After they had finished, and Lennox had given her approval, Reece and his team had pulled their clothes back on. Fairchild, on the other hand, had required a more extensive clean-up. She had retreated to the small bathroom attached to the briefing room. She’d been in there for ten minutes now.
Reece had sent his team back to their ship,the Peregrine. Dutton had given his usual stone-faced nod of compliance. Nash hadn’t said anything either, aside from “Yes, sir,” but his cocky smirk had spoken volumes. Reece might have given the young Merc a dressing down, if his mind hadn’t been elsewhere.
Fairchild. Why did it have to beher?
If he had any damn sense, he would have gone back to the ship with his team. He would be seeing Fairchild again soon enough. They were scheduled to meet tomorrow morning for mission prep.
But Reece couldn’t wait that long. He needed to see her now. He needed to tell her something, though he wasn’t quite sure what.
He would have to figure it out fast, because the door to the briefing room had just opened, and now Fairchild was stepping through. Reece’s heart jumped at the sight of her.
So did his cock.
To look at her now, one would never guess what she’d just been through, stripped and shared by three men while her superiors watched and judged. She was dressed and clean, and her hair was once more pulled back into a tight ponytail at the back of her head. Beneath the brim of her cap, her face showed no signs of humiliation.
As she stepped out into the concourse, her eyes performed a quick sweep of her surroundings. Her gaze didn’t hitch when it passed across the place where Reece was standing, but he knew she had seen him, even though she was pretending she hadn’t. Those eyes of hers didn’t miss a thing.
She turned and started to move away down the concourse.Let her go, Reece thought to himself.If you try to talk to her about what happened, you’re only going to make things weird.
Too late. Things were already weird. And his feet were already moving.
He caught up with her and fell into pace alongside. She didn’t look at him, but he knew she knew he was there. She was a Merc. Her situational awareness was too sharp not to detect his presence.
“Fairchild,” he said, “about what happened in the briefing room—”
She cut him off without breaking her stride. “What about it?”
