Page 35 of Room Nine: Masters of Control

“You guys are assholes,” she grumbles and glances between us.

O’Dell grins. “That sounds like a yes, boys.”

Twenty minutes later, we’re heading up the freeway. O’Dell’s driving the truck, and I have Kyra in the backseat with me. Kerr is following us in her car.

Kyra is straddling my lap and grinding down on my cock, doing her best to tease me as badly as we have teased her. I know this game. It’s a battle of wills. She thinks she can push me into taking her right now and giving her what she wants.

Don’t get me wrong. I want to.

I want to feel my cock so deep inside of her and fuck her so hard that she gushes all over me.

And I will, but not until her clit is swollen and her g-spot spongy. I know it’s frustrating to deny her—it’s just as frustrating for us to deny ourselves. But it’s also a lot of fucking fun.

“Don’t you want to fuck me, Dem?” Kyra purrs in my ear.

I smile. “Very much so, Angel.”

She reaches between our bodies, stroking my cock through my slacks. “Now?”

“Not just yet.”

She slumps in my lap. “This is bullshit.”

O’Dell chuckles from the front seat.

Brushing back her hair, I hook my finger under her chin and lift her face. “There will be many times in the future when I will fuck you anytime, anywhere. Since tonight is your first night with the three of us, we need to share you.”

She seems surprised. “So, after tonight, it could be me and you, or me and Kerr, or me and O’Dell?”

“Or any combination thereof,” O’Dell adds.

“Absolutely.” I nod. “I would never deny my brothers their opportunity to pleasure you, just like they’ll never deny me. But we want to start this relationship right, and the good thing about us… we’re not greedy.”

“Eh. We’re a little greedy, but only in the absolute best way.”

“I’m feeling greedy right now,” Kyra says as she slides her hand back between us, her fingers moving in a counterclockwise motion against the hard bulge in my pants.

“And that is exactly the way we want you, Angel.”

“We’re home.” O’Dell announces as he pulls through the gate onto our property.

We live in a high-end gated community on the outskirts of Chicago, which is extra nice considering none of us came from money. Between our military retirements, six-figure salaries, and nearly twenty years of solid investments, we live very well for three working class stiffs who basically grew up on government subsidies.

Another benefit of our lifestyle—we pool our resources.

“Holy shit!” Kyra hisses as she gets her first look at what we hope will be her new home.

“Our house is relatively modest for the neighborhood, but we think you’ll like it.”

“I am so embarrassed you guys had to eat lunch in my crap hole of an apartment.”

I turn her face back to me so I can look her in the eyes. “Don’t ever be embarrassed about where you came from. Trust me, your apartment is luxury compared to where Kerr grew up, and our childhood homes weren’t much grander.”

“There is one problem with our place, Cupcake.” Odell parks in the garage and turns off the engine, turning around to face her. “It’s severely lacking a woman’s touch.”

“Maybe you can help us with that.”

Kerr swings the back door open and offers her his hand. “Come, Kitten.”

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