Page 12 of Room One Hundred & Twenty-One: Kiss of Fire

She steps toward him until they’re toe to toe, craning her neck to look at him. “You don’t get to make that decision for me.”

“I just did.”

They’re both breathing hard like they’re ready to fight or fuck—truth is I have no idea which way this’ll go. I decide to step in and pull Noah back to give them both some space to calm down.

Pissed at my friend, who’s currently acting like a neanderthal, Selena shifts her gaze to me and Chance. “What are you guys doing here anyway? What’s your excuse for coming here?”

“We don’t need an excuse. We like it here,” Chance explains vaguely.

“Soyoucan come here for sex, but I can’t. Is that it?” She narrows her eyes at us.

Yes, that’s exactly it.

But I’m not foolish enough to say that aloud, knowing it’s a terrible double standard. “This isn’t just any kind of sex, Selena. This is kink. There’re lots of things happening here that you know nothing about.”

She laughs, but the sound is humorless. “I’m twenty-five-years-old, Brody. You think I don’t know what goes on here? You don’t know anything about me or what I’m into.”

Looks like our girl might not be so innocent after all. Guess that explains the dress and the stilettos. But the thought of her living out her sexual fantasies with anyone but us makes my blood run cold. Suddenly, I realize we better claim her fast before someone else does.

Noah closes in on her with a heated look in his eyes. “Why don’t you tell us what you’re into, then? Enlighten us.”

“Why should I do that?” she challenges as her pulse quickens at the base of her neck.

It’s on the tips of all our tongues when one side of Noah’s mouth lifts into a smirk. “Because you belong tous.”

And there it is, the truth we’ve been denying ourselves all this time.

“What?” she gasps, seemingly shocked, yet her nipples pebble beneath the thin fabric of her dress.

“We’ll give you two choices.” He crooks his index finger beneath her chin and tilts her head back. “You can either stay here and let us be the ones to play with you tonight or you can leave.”

Her brow creases as she gazes up at him. “I don’t understand. I thought you guys hated me.”

My chest aches at her confession, and I step forward to cup her cheek. “We have never hated you, baby. Not ever.”

Her eyes flutter closed and she relaxes against my touch, before suddenly pushing me away as hurt spreads across her face. “Then explain the woman in the trench coat. The one who came all overyourhand?”

Fuck, I’m disgusted with myself that she saw that. Then she pivots her attention back to Noah.

“You wanted me to see you. To watch you touching her and kissing her. And for what? To make me jealous?”

“Yes,” Noah snarls. “I wanted you to lose your fucking mind because that’s how I feel every day that I see you and can’t have you.”

Selena sucks in a ragged breath as various emotions contort her beautiful features. “Y-you want me?” she questions as if she couldn’t possibly fathom it would be true. “All of you?”

“Yes, all of us.” Chance closes in as we crowd her space. She looks at us, clearly confused.

I reach for her hand. It feels hot and clammy beneath mine and I try to settle her nerves. “We have sexual desires that some might findunusual. But it sounds like your friend, Lexi, might understand. Why else would she send you here?”

A pretty blush colors Selena’s cheeks as recognition dawns on her.

“And while we have shared women between us over the years—” I watch as she scrunches her nose at the thought, making her look innocent and adorable. “—we’ve never been exclusive to anyone. You’d be the first.”

“Exclusive… We’d have more than one night together?” she asks tentatively.

Noah cuts in and drags her body against his. “We’d have all your nights. You’d be ours in every way.” His stare is intense and I’m praying it doesn’t scare her away. But when she melts into him, I know we’ve got her.

“Can I have some time to think about it?”

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