Page 41 of Room Nine: Masters of Control

“Or do whatever you want,” Dem finishes.

Kyra looks around the room, almost wistfully, taking in everything we’ve said. We sit by patiently, knowing this is a lot from one man, much less three. “I think I want to take a shower.”

“Your bathroom is this way.” Kerr offers his hand and leads her away from Dem and me.

“Why are we being so fucking awkward?” Dem says in a low voice.

“Uncharted territory. We actually care about her and the outcome of tonight.”

Dem rolls off the bed and grabs his clothes off the floor. “I’m going to clean up.”

I nod and also stand. “Good idea.”

14

KYRA

“This is my bathroom?” I walk into the ensuite that is larger than my entire apartment. There’s a huge glass-enclosed shower that could fit three, if not all four of us. And a big jacuzzi soaker tub that would definitely be fun for at least two of us.

“We told the contractor to build every woman’s fantasy bathroom.”

“This would be it.” I smile, my attention focused on a box on the counter. “What’s in here?”

“Uh… that’s not for right now.” Kerr tries to stop me from opening the lid to find a variety of brand new sex toys still in the packaging.

“Are these for me?”

“Well, they are for us. I’ve been collecting them for a while now.”

“Before you met me?” I pull out a set of training plugs.

He grins. “I knew you were out there waiting for us, but we couldn’t find you.”

“Who would get the biggest kick out of me wearing one of these?” I crack open the packaging, running my fingers over the smooth silicon plug.

“It would get all of us going, but I think O’Dell would be the most affected.”

“So, that’s his thing? Anal.”

Kerr shrugs, grabbing me a towel and a plush terry-cloth robe and setting them on the counter. “Our thing, Kitten, is you.” He turns the shower spray on, testing it, and then ushering me in.

“Aren’t you going to take a shower with me?”

He frames my face and kisses my forehead. “Not tonight. I’m thinking the three of us at once might be a bit much for our first night, so I want you to take a hot shower and come find us when you’re done. Let’s relax, get to know each other, and not overthink this. Okay?”

“Okay.” I watch him walk away as I step under the strong, hot spray. The shower is luxurious. The bathroom—my bathroom and adjoining bedroom—more than I ever dreamed of having. They’re offering it all to me, but why?

I have to admit; they make me feel something I haven’t felt in a long time.

Seen? Very much so. They see me for who I am, scars and all.

Safe? Absolutely. Safer than I thought possible.

Desired? More than I’ve ever felt in my life.

Loved?

I tilt my head back and let the hot water pour over my face, realization hitting me square in the gut. They make me feel loved, and that scares the shit out of me. I haven’t let myself get close to a guy since ever, and I’m the queen of pushing them away before they can become attached. Yet, these guys—these strong, dominant, alpha types—fell for me before I knew what was going on.

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