Page 26 of Room Nine: Masters of Control

“Criminal minds are criminal minds.” Dem kisses the tip of her nose. “They rarely have a code of ethics or a line they’re not willing to cross.”

“Let’s get out of here.” O’Dell leans in and kisses her cheek again. “We’ll see you tonight.”

I wait until both O’Dell and Dem are at the door before I move in between her legs, sliding my hands around her ass and pulling her to the edge of the stool. I press my aching cock against her warmth, and suck her earlobe in to my mouth. “I can’t wait to spread you out and lick every inch of you, Kitten. I’m going to bathe your body with my tongue, get you dirty, and then lick you clean again.”

Kyra’s breathing quickens, her chest rising and falling against mine. “Oh, my.”

“Mmmm.” I kiss her neck. “Can you imagine my tongue sliding along your pussy and flicking against your clit?”

“Ah huh.” Kyra closes her eyes and rests her forehead on my shoulder.

“I want you to think about it until we see each other later. Can you do that for me, Kitten?”

“Yes,” she moans, grinding her pussy against my cock.

“You’re going to be hot and swollen by the time I get my hands on you tonight, aren’t you?”

She brings her head up. “I guess you have your own version of edging.”

“Yeah, I guess I do.” I kiss her lips, aware O’Dell and Dem are growling at me from the door. “Gotta go.”

I say this loud, so at least Dem can hear me. “No masturbating, and no getting off without us. Understand?”

“Okay.” She looks dazed, drunk on the pleasure we’re promising her, and that vision will keep me hard for the next few hours.

“Lock the door,” I say as I close it behind me and follow my partners out of the apartment building, satisfied when I hear her deadbolt slide into place.

Seconds later, I’m cursing as I jump into the passenger seat and adjust my cock. “Fuck me.”

“You two primed her nicely in my absence,” O’Dell says as he pulls into traffic.

“She’s fucking perfect. I can’t wait to plunge my tongue into her cunt.” I glance at my phone, reading a text message with intel that I neglected to pay attention to while kissing her on the couch. “When did we get this?”

O’Dell chuckles at my ability to multitask. “While you were sweet-talking our woman. The Feds are moving on Joey DiFallo’s complex in the next two hours. We’re on Bobby. Reese and team are moving on their rabbit, while Lee and team are on theirs. If everything goes well, they will lock everyone up tonight, and we’ll all be cock deep in our women before morning.”

Dem smiles and chucks me on the shoulder. “She’s going to be ours.”

I nod. “Yeah, I think so, too. She wants us. She’s bold enough for the likes of us. But we’ll need to convince her how serious we are about the day-to-day aspects of our relationship. Having a couple weeks off will be helpful. We can take the time to truly court her, because I don’t think she’s ever been in a real relationship. She’s always kept a wall up, allowing other men to only getsoclose to her. We’ll have to break through that wall.”

“I’m up for the challenge,” Dem says.

I nod as O’Dell says, “Me, too.”

We drive to the Townsend Agency building, which is on our way to Bobby’s shit hole apartment down south. “Has he moved at all?”

“No.” Dem frowns. “I wish we had eyes on his place.”

“No cameras in the vicinity?”

“None that we’ve tapped into to date, and Soren is too busy with his own mission to bother him.”

“Old school approach, I guess.” I jump out of the passenger seat after O’Dell shuts down the engine. We take the elevator up to the second floor where the gym and locker room is and change into our tactical gear. Then we hit the vault, strapping our favorite handguns to our holsters. I’m keen on the Glock, while Dem prefers the Beretta. O’Dell’s a purist with his ambidextrous Smith & Wesson. We grab a garden variety of gear, but considering we’re entering an apartment complex in a heavily populated neighborhood with no local law enforcement coordination, we’ll do our best to remain low key.

Ten minutes later, we’re doing a last-minute coordination and driving the seven miles to Bobby’s apartment.

All three of our cell phones beep, Dem’s phone throwing out a lyrical tone. “That’s our woman.”

Please be careful. You’ve made my body promises I expect you to keep tonight.

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