Page 33 of Room Nine: Masters of Control

“Jimmy’s a nice guy.” I hand Dem the last glass.

“A nice guy who should have taken his shot a while ago. He obviously wants to, but now it’s too late.” Dem takes it from me and winks.

I narrow my eyes and purse my lips. “If you guys are going to be jerks, I’m going home alone tonight.” Yeah, I might like them claiming me, but I can’t let them get away with this behavior—at least, not without checking them on it. I’m not some wallflower that will cower when they puff up in front of me.

I turn to walk away, but O’Dell grabs my arm, spinning me into his chest. “I haven’t gotten my hug yet.”

He pulls me into his arms, but unlike Kerr and Dem who tried to keep their touches PG, O’Dell pulls me in between his splayed knees, wrapping one arm low across my back to pin me in place. He looks me in the eye while gently stroking my jaw with his free hand. “Don’t be mad at us. We had a rough afternoon, and you are the only balm to soothe our nerves. Besides, Jimmy is pretty.”

“Shut up.” I giggle, but then I realize what he said. “Why was it rough? Are you hurt?”

He smiles. “I like that you’re concerned about us. That is the first time we have had that. We need it. We need you.”

I lean forward, pulled into his orbit. “I need you, too.”

O’Dell presses his lips together, his thumb pulling my bottom lip down. “Fuck, I want to kiss you right now, but you have customers.”

I look over at the bar and curse. “Shit.”

For the next two hours, I schlep drinks, talking to my men when I have a break. They order us dinner, which the delivery driver arrives late with because he was confused about delivering to a bar. I don’t know why, although I will admit this is a hole in the wall pub and nothing more.

The locals love it, which is how it stays in business.

It’s after ten, and the bar is fairly empty, which gives me hope I can close early. Every time I walk past my men, one of them touches me, causing my pulse to race and my pussy to clench. Kerr keeps up the dirty talk, telling me how much he’s looking forward to drizzling caramel sauce over my breasts and licking it off my nipples. He’s already stolen a bottle from behind the bar.

Dem and O’Dell are getting a little bolder with their touches, pulling me in to kiss my neck, my chest—all while sliding their hands over my ass or between my legs.

They’ve all been nursing their whiskeys, so I know they’re not drunk.

They’re impatient, and my patience is wearing thin along with theirs. I can’t wait to strip off our clothes, and feel them touching every inch of my body. Sitting between Kerr and Dem this morning, touching both of them while they caressed and kissed me was so empowering—I can’t wait to do it again.

Plus, I’ve been on edge all day, turned on and wanting more. I want to release. Soon.

I’m glad they came home safe and sound, because now, tonight, they can take me over the edge.

By eleven, the bar has been empty for thirty minutes. I text Tony and ask him if I can close early, to which he responds withhave a good night.

To my surprise, as soon as I lock the front and back door, my men are helping me clean up.

O’Dell points to a camera in the bar's corner—the one that looks over the cash register. “Are there any other cameras in here besides that one?”

“Not that I know of.”

Kerr grins and pulls the glass out of my hand, setting it down on the bar. “So, you’re saying there are no cameras overlooking this pool table right here?”

I frown. “No. Why?”

He lifts my fingers to his mouth, kissing each tip playfully, and walks me backwards until my ass hits the edge of the table. “Because I’ve waited long enough, and I don’t want to wait anymore.”

Dem walks up beside us as the bar lights dim considerably, the light over the pool table turning off completely.

Kerr claims my lips, his hands cupping my ass and lifting until I’m sitting on the edge of the table. Tony would die if he knew I was sitting on his pool table, much less being laid out by three men as they undo the buttons of my jeans.

“Are you gonna let me tongue fuck you, Kitten?”

“Now?” I gasp as he slips his fingers underneath the band of my bikinis, his thumb zeroing in on my clit like a metal detector.

His grin widens. “Right. Fucking. Now.”

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