“I want revenge.”
Reece studied her face for a moment, as if searching for any sign of weakness in her resolve. Then he gave a little nod of his own, and his expression shifted subtly. It was only a slight rearrangement of the muscles around his eyes, but it made all the difference in the world. The good-natured friend was gone, and in his place stood a predator, hungry and mean.
“Men,” he said, “I think we’ve got ourselves a live one here. I think it’s gonna take all three of us to give this little nympho what she needs.”
The other two Mercs stepped into position beside her, surrounding her with three of the biggest, hardest bodies she had ever encountered. She wasn’t used to being hemmed in like this, and it took a conscious effort to keep from fighting them.
“Sexy little thing,” the one called Nash said beside her. “Gonna enjoy giving her what she needs.”
Before Fairchild had a chance to turn and glare at him, Reece seized her and dragged her against his body, claiming her mouth in a dominating kiss.
Fairchild tensed. This man was her friend, not her lover. Hell, she’d practically viewed him as a brother back during their training days. What he was doing to her now felt so dirty, so wrong. But she reminded herself that Lennox was watching, and they were supposed to be putting on a show.
She willed her muscles to relax, and parted her lips, letting him inside. His tongue slid against her own, hungry and wet. His arousal pressed against her through the front of his pants, long and rigid and hot.
That part, at least, was not an act.
Neither was the sudden stiffness in her nipples, nor the wet warmth forming down between her legs. Those things were beyond her control.
Reece released her with a growl and spun her a hundred and twenty degrees, bringing her face to face with Nash and his handsome, infuriating smirk. She wanted to throat-punch him, knee him in the groin, bite.
She kissed him instead, every bit as hard and deep as she had just kissed Reece. His lips were wet and slippery against her own, and his tongue knew exactly what it was doing. It was a kiss she felt all the way down between her legs, and it pissed her off just how good it was—how goodhewas.
She leaned into the emotion, letting fury fuel her performance.
“A live one indeed,” Nash said when his lips finally separated from hers. “She tastes even better than she looks.”
Before she could claw his eyes out, he spun her again, and she was facing Dutton. The quiet one. Quiet, but apparently not shy. His powerful arms gathered her against him, and he kissed her the hardest of all, rumbling as he did it, a penetratingly low sound that Fairchild could feel vibrating deep down inside her core.
“Let’s get her out of those clothes,” Reece’s voice said from behind.
The Mercs continued to spin her and kiss her as they slowly stripped her bare. Her cap was the first to go, plucked from her head and discarded carelessly onto the table beside them. The band holding her ponytail was next, and strong fingers shook free her hair, which was already damp with perspiration. After that, her top came off over her head.
Fairchild didn’t have a bra on underneath, and her erect nipples tingled as they touched the open air. She knew her breasts were probably smaller than what the Mercs were used to, but they didn’t seem to mind. Dutton fondled the left one with his huge, callused paw while Nash dipped his face to her chest and suckled the right. Fairchild gasped, a breathy feminine sound that was totally unlike her.
Reece was behind her, crotch pressed to her butt, hands wrapped around her front. His fingers unbuckled her belt as skillfully as if they had been her own. They worked the button of her shorts, then the zipper. He kissed his way down her bare back as he dragged the shorts down her trembling thighs.
Fairchild moaned, an involuntary sound that brought a rush of heat into her face.
Behind her, Reece stood up, and she could feel that his own pants were halfway down as well. The compression shorts he was wearing beneath did a poor job of holding down his erection. It prodded against her ass.
Bigwas the thought that streaked across her mind.Too big.
In front of her, Nash released her nipple and stitched a trail of kisses down her front. Then he knelt in front of her and pressed his face between her legs, licking her through the moist fabric of her panties. Her clitoris throbbed like a miniature heart.
“Oh God,” Fairchild murmured. “Oh my God.”
Reece pressed his lips to her ear, and when he spoke, his breath lifted goosebumps all over her body.
“You like that, don’t you?” he said. “You like getting your pussy licked by a pro.”
Nash didn’t give her a chance to hesitate. One skillful flick of his tongue forced a “Yes!” from her lips.
“Thought so,” Reece chuckled. “Now, let’s see what she looks like when she comes…”
He reached around and pulled her panties to one side, letting his partner kiss her skin on skin. Nash’s supple lips latched around her clit, sucking it hard while he laved her with his wet tongue.
Fairchild didn’t have to act. The climax that rocked her was all too real, and the sounds that erupted from her mouth were far too shameful to fake. As the orgasm finally started to fade,she caught a glimpse of herself in the two-way mirror and immediately turned her face away in shame.
