Page 34 of Room Ten: Praise Times Three

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LETI

I’ve spent so many hours over the last four days, kissing, touching, and holding onto Reese, Caiden, and Soren. I’ve initiated physical contact every time I’ve caught one of them alone, often coming up and hugging them when they least expect it, but also in front of each other while we play a game or watch a movie on the sofa.

Outside of a few minutes when I’m using the bathroom or showering, I’ve had physical contact with someone. After days of hand holding, kissing, and fondling over my clothes, I’m now thoroughly frustrated and desperate for more.

Only, I don’t know how to ask them for more.

The ache between my legs is excruciating, and my breasts are full and heavy after having my nipples teased through the thin cotton of my T-shirts. I’ve flounced around in the short shorts they bought me, trying my best imitation of Pip and her sassy swagger and inescapable sex appeal to no avail.

These men are rocks, sticking to their word to welcome anything I initiate, but not pressuring me for more.

I really wish they would pressure me for more.

I’m sitting in Reese’s lap while we watch a movie. Caiden is in the kitchen, grabbing us a couple of drinks while Soren sits at a small desk in the corner with his computers.

I stare at Reese’s hard jawline and sharp features, which are at complete odds with his gentle touch.

“What are you thinking, doll?” He says without taking his eyes off the TV.

Nuzzling his neck, I bring my mouth to his ear. “I want more.”

He pulls back to look me in the eye, his voice dropping an octave. “What kind of more?”

“I ache.”

A low growl comes from his chest. “Between your legs?”

I nod, a blush hitting my cheeks.

“You want me to take care of that for you?”

I nod again.

“Here on the couch, or do you want to go back to the bedroom?”

At that moment, Caiden walks up and set down two ice teas. My blush deepens, which is stupid. I could easily ask Caiden or Soren for this, and although I’ve been making out with each of them in front of the others, I’ve yet to be with two of them at the same time.

Never mind three.

Honestly, I’m still unsure of how that would work.

“You don’t have to stop talking just because Caiden can hear you. Tell us what you want.”

“I…” My gaze bounces between them, and then I look over at the computer desk, realizing Soren’s attention is off his screens and on me, too.

“She wants to come,” Reese tells Caiden.

“Thank fucking Christ!” Caiden blows out his breath, as if he’s been holding it for days. “Is that what you want, baby? Do you want to come?”

I nod and say nothing.

“Clothes on or off?” Reese says.

“I…” Once again, I’m at a loss for words. I still haven’t stripped in front of them, even though I’m wearing the least amount of clothing I’ve worn in my life.

“How about a compromise?” Caiden arches a brow. “We’ll take your shirt and shorts off, but leave whatever you have on underneath in place. We can work around them this first time.”

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