Page 11 of Room Nine: Masters of Control

Kerr grabs his weapon and all the cleaning gear, walking into the back bedroom where the rest of our arsenal is secured. It takes about twenty minutes to pack up everything important. Weapons, military grade tech gear, and personal items. Computer monitors and keyboards mean nothing should someone break into the house while we were gone.

It’s a couple hours after sunset when we brazenly pull our two vehicles onto the property, making quick work of removing the half-dozen cameras we have hidden in the trees surrounding the trailer. Thankfully the fireworks ignited, incinerating the duct tape and hopefully any other evidence linking Kyra to the crime scene. We’re on the road a half-hour later, Kerr following Kyra in one SUV while O’Dell and I head back to our house in another.

“Should we ask her out?” Kerr says over the phone, which is on speaker through the vehicle’s audio system.

“Tonight?” O’Dell shakes his head while gripping the steering wheel.

“No, asshole. Not tonight, but in general.”

I shrug, bringing up everything I can find about Kyra Stewart on a database built by Soren—one that taps all the legal and a couple illegal data mining sites. “We all want her.”

“Yes, we do!” Kerr punctuates.

“I don’t know. She doesn’t strike me as the kind of woman who would take on a relationship with three men,” O’Dell says. “Especially men like us.”

“She’s too independent?” I can list a dozen reasons why he’s right, but I’m curious what his top three are.

“That, and she’s got some serious control issues.”

“Understandably,” I point out.

“True.”

“That’s why she needs men like us,” Kerr says. “We’d make her feel safe so she can relax.”

“I got to be honest, guys, I’m tired of not having someone. Ever since Reese, Caiden, and Soren met Leti, and Lee, Case, and Porter met Epi, I’ve been dreaming about the woman perfect for us,” I admit my pathetic truth.

But is it pathetic to admit I want a special woman in my life, one that not only understands, but craves the lifestyle my partners and I have to offer?

“Yeah. Those fuckers have been deliriously happy as of late,” O’Dell sighs.

“It’s fucking annoying,” Kerr agrees.

“Maybe our dream woman isn’t Kyra, but I have a feeling about her. The moment our eyes met, this ball of need tumbled around in my gut.”

“It’s called a hard-on,” Kerr quips.

“It’s more than that, Oinky.”

“Oink. Oink,” Kerr jokes, his go-to mode when feelings are discussed. I love my brothers, but Kerr bottled up his feelings when he was a kid, and hides his wants and desires behind dick jokes and hot sex. I have to give him that—the man is super passionate in the bedroom, channeling all of his feelings into the way he ravishes his women—and sometimes, our women. O’Dell is the more dominant of the three of us, although we all have a slight sadistic streak. I’m not into inflicting pain, but I love edging—both for her and for myself.

The guys like it, too.

“Oh, shit!” Kerr growls. “Shit, shit, shit.”

“What?” O’Dell asks.

“I’ve been made. She literally parked at the red light and is walking past four cars toward me.”

I chuckle. “We knew she was smart.”

“You suck at tailing,” O’Dell adds.

“Hey, Kitten,” Kerr says as he rolls down the window, the city traffic coming through the speakers.

“Are you really going to pretend like you aren’t following me?” Kyra snaps.

“We never said we wouldn’t follow you. You don’t want to hide with us, but we’re sure as shit not going to lose track of you, especially while Bobby is loose.”

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