“That’s because you’re thinking about it all wrong,” he whispered. “You like being in control, don’t you, Fairchild? Now’s your chance to toy with him, tease him, make himbeg.”
Her pulse jumped. She could feel it throbbing at the tips of her breasts, and down between her legs. She felt nervous, out of her depth. She had killed men, lots of them. Just looking at Nash, she could think of a dozen ways she might end his life with her bare hands. But when it came to pleasuring a man with her mouth… that was one arena in which she had far less experience. Next to none, actually.
Reece swept his fingers back up her spine, and she gasped.
“Don’t worry,” he whispered. “I’ll help you.”
She looked at him, bit her lip, then looked back at Nash. Reece was right, of course. She needed to practice, needed to be in shape for the coming mission. That was what she told herself, anyway. It was easier than admitting that she wanted it.
“Where should I start?”
“You can start,” Reece said. “By kissing him.”
CHAPTER 10
Reece felt a little spark of jealousy as he watched Fairchild slowly move toward the man bound to the chain-link barrier, but he quickly snuffed it out. Jealousy could get them all killed once they reached Calyxia.
Still, Reece wouldn’t have minded being the one tied up at Fairchild’s mercy.
He wouldn’t have minded at all.
But it was better to use Nash for this. The younger Merc’s cocky attitude was like gasoline to the fire of Fairchild’s defiance, and that defiance was the key to her ultimate submission. They were going to take things nice and slow, first on her terms—then onhis.
He cut a quick look in Nash’s direction. The younger Merc had a cocky streak a parsec wide, a holdover from his days as a street rumbler in the back alleys of Almalex. But he was smart too, and he knew how to dial it back when necessary. Reece told him to do so with his eyes.
Don’t turn it off completely, kid, but don’t overdo it either. The woman has teeth after all.
Nash answered with the subtlest movement of an eyelid, a fraction of a fraction of a wink to say the message had been received.
Fairchild must have seen it, because she halted in her tracks and turned back toward Reece with a quizzical look, and a touch of attitude.
She was a sharp one.
Dangerously sharp.
“Go ahead,” Reece said with an encouraging nod. “Kiss him, slow and deep.”
Fairchild held his gaze for a moment. Then she turned back toward Nash and closed the distance between them. Neither one of them was wearing much of anything. Aside from her gloves and wraps, the only thing Fairchild had on was a pair of thong panties, and Nash only had his compression shorts, which were struggling to contain his bulging arousal. Their sweating bodies came together with a slippery sound.
“Just so you know,” Fairchild said to Nash, “I still hate your stupid guts.”
“And just soyouknow,” Nash replied, “I canstillwork with that.”
Fairchild thrust forward and kissed him, angry and hot. It was more of an attack than a sign of affection. Reece considered intervening, but it proved unnecessary. As he watched, the kiss softened, then deepened, and the tension melted away from Fairchild’s hard muscles. Her fingers, which had been hooked like claws in the chain-link, now moved to Nash’s ribs. She began to moan, and Reece had a feeling she wasn’t acting.
He glanced over at Dutton. The quiet Merc was watching the action with his usual deadpan expression, but the massive bulge tenting the front of his pants betrayed at least some of what he was thinking.
Reece returned his attention to the two kissers.
“Good,” he said. “Now I want you to start working your way down his front, and don’t rush. I want you to take your time and savor him.”
The woman didn’t turn around, but Reece could see the flush of pink that touched the tips of her ears. He suspected she’d been so lost in her kiss, she had almost forgotten that she had an audience. That was good.
She hesitated, but only for a moment, then she began kissing her way down Nash’s body, first his neck, then the hollow of his throat, his chest, his nipples, his abs. The Merc groaned with pleasure.
Reece stifled a groan of his own.
He could practically feel those kisses on his own skin, and his cock was aching with arousal.
