Page 22 of Room Ten: Put on a Show

I caught Kenna’s hand and kissed her knuckles.

“Maybe we should take sex off the table for now,” I said.

A shadow crossed her face.

“Why?”

I hesitated. Mentioning the shooter would only make Kenna retreat into her shell again. Sex could be a welcome distraction for her and offer some much-needed stress relief. The fact that she wasn’t glued to the news anymore was a good sign.

“Your bodyguards,” I said. “Something tells me they have razor sharp hearing. They’re already not exactly thrilled I’m here hanging out with you.”

Kenna scoffed and rolled her eyes as if to say,how can you possibly be scared of Baron and Merrick? They’re just cute little cuddly puppies who wouldn’t hurt a fly.

“You weren’t this shy around them at Club Sin,” she pointed out.

“No one has ever accused me of being shy,” I countered. “And that was different.”

The corner of Kenna’s mouth curved up with a devious little smirk. She pressed a lingering kiss to my shoulder, trailing her hands over the edge of my towel.

“Kenna,” I said with a note of warning in my voice.

“Do you remember what you said to me in Room Ten?”

I frowned, struggling to remember. Nothing but a blur of sex, skin, and orgasms clouded my mind. I’d said a lot of things that day but I was just running my mouth off, as usual.

Kenna pinched my skin between her teeth, then smoothed the area with the slick heat of her tongue.

“You suggested I should take more than one lover.”

I breathed a laugh of disbelief.

“Baron and Merrick are not going to let you have an orgy in this house right now, Kenna.”

She flicked her gaze up to meet mine in the mirror. Before I could stop her, she unraveled my towel and let it drop to the floor. When I reached out to close the door, Kenna pushed my hand away, guiding it to rest against the counter.

“What if I invited them to join us?” she offered. “If they don’t want to let anyone else near me, then it’s about time they got their hands a little dirty, don’t you think?”

This was the Kenna Newhouse I knew so well and she was off to a fiery head start already.

Just as I took a breath to reply, she slid one hand over my hip and wrapped her fingers around my cock. Dragging her thumb over the head, she squeezed. I groaned, pushing my hips forward into her tight grip.

With her other hand, she brushed against my back and down to my ass, digging her fingernails into the tight muscle, as if she knew I belonged to her in every way—heart, body, and soul, and she was more than ready to stake her claim.

“God, Kenna,” I rasped.

She hummed a sweet little laugh as she bit into my shoulder. I was too preoccupied with her grip on my cock, swelling in her hand, to notice a flash of movement in the mirror.

But when I finally lifted my head, I glimpsed Merrick in the hallway, nearly hidden from view in the dark, standing there like a shadow demon summoned from the depths of hell to defend his precious angel, Kenna.

I gripped the counter until my knuckles turned white. The pleasure building in my body was too hot, too fast, and I didn’t want to stop.

A muscle in Merrick’s jaw twitched. He could leave. He could yank Kenna away from me and kick my ass, claiming I was putting her in danger.

Instead, he didn’t budge and continued to look on.

“Turn around,” Kenna said, tugging at my hip.

For a split second, I considered telling her about Merrick. Not that she would care. She always loved an audience. Then I thought better of it and followed her direction, shifting until I faced Kenna. The edge of the sink’s counter was cold as it bit into my back. She dropped to her knees before me, licking a hot, wet stripe up my cock that felt so damn good I couldn’t help but groan.

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