Page 23 of Room Ten: Put on a Show

Maybe I wanted Merrick to see what Kenna did to me. Maybe I wanted him to see what he was missing.

After nearly a full minute passed, Merrick tore his gaze away and melted into the darkness.

Then all thoughts of Merrick, or Baron, or anyone else flew from my mind as Kenna closed her mouth around my cock, flicking her tongue over the head. I braced myself against the counter, jutting my hips forward for more.

“Fuck, Kenna, are you trying to kill me?” I croaked.

She pulled off with apopand a cat-like grin.

“Should I stop?”

I blew out a breath and shook my head. Kenna expertly swirled her thumb along my cock with a steady, even rhythm that kept me right on the edge and trembling. She leaned forward and scraped her teeth over my thigh, looking up at me the whole time.

“I want more, Troy,” she said. “And I know you can help me with that.”

My gaze darted to the hallway again. No sign of Merrick.

“I don’t think I’m the one who should extend an invitation to Baron and Merrick if you’re serious about them joining us in the bedroom. They like you more than me.”

“Don’t worry, I have a plan. I just need you to help me execute it.”

The wicked gleam in Kenna’s eyes made my stomach swoop.

“What are you scheming in that pretty little head of yours?”

She grinned as she rose to her feet, pressing her body flush against mine. I could feel every curve, every warm soft swell of her. Kenna nuzzled against my cheek, brushing a quick, teasing kiss to the corner of my mouth.

“I’m not giving you any details yet,” she said. “Not until you promise that you won’t back out. I know Baron and Merrick scare you.”

I scoffed. “They don’t scare me.”

That was a lie. They made me nervous as fuck. And for good reason.

Kenna trailed her fingers up the length of my cock until she ghosted over the crown with just enough pressure to make my entire body arch upward in desperation.

“I’m bored out of my mind, Troy,” she said softly. “I’m tired of being scared because of that shooter. I’ve felt so safe with you over these past few days. Baron and Merrick make me feel the same way. That’s when I realized just how much I want all three of you.”

Oh, God. The way she was looking at me now, with her pleading eyes, and her agile fingertips tracing my cock, I was nothing but putty in her hands. Less than a week ago, I was the one who started this—planting the seed of an idea in Kenna’s brain. It was only fair that I followed through and gave her what she wanted after encouraging her to satisfy her appetite.

I cupped Kenna’s chin, brushing my thumb over her lower lip.

“All right. I’m in.”

Chapter Eight

Merrick

Baron was in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, and sandwich fixings spread across the counter. He couldn’t possibly be oblivious to the sex noises drifting down the hallway—the moans, the soft panting, the slap of skin against skin—but he was doing a damn good job of hiding his awareness.

“You’re going to give yourself a hernia if you don’t relax,” he said without breaking stride in the steady rhythm of his movements. Slicing a tomato, followed by an onion. Spreading mustard on one slice of bread and mayonnaise on another.

“They’ve been in that bedroom for hours,” I pointed out. “When was the last time we did a proper security check of the house?”

Baron didn’t look up but his silence was enough damning evidence to tell me everything I needed to know. Our job to protect Kenna couldn’t be compromised just because she was busy having sex.

That meant one of us had to interrupt her.

I scrubbed a hand over my mouth, my shoulders tense, my jaw tight. I hadn’t told Baron about what I’d seen in the bathroom between Troy and Kenna earlier. Kenna on her knees, her hands on his thighs. Troy leaning back against the counter, his cock proudly jutting forward without shame despite the wide-open door, granting a clear view for anyone who happened to wander by.

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