Page 25 of Room Ten: Put on a Show

Kenna had planned this—an ambush. She knew Baron and I would walk right into her trap because it was our duty to come when she called, when she needed us.

I couldn’t decide if I was upset at being tricked, or impressed that she’d managed to pull it off and rope us into it so easily.

Within seconds, Baron’s footsteps echoed in the hall, his stride quick and business-like. Then his figure filled the doorway, assessing the situation in the span of a single heartbeat. His gaze flicked over Kenna’s bare body in a flash before he focused on her face. She crooked a finger at him and gestured to the empty chair beside me.

“I saved a seat for you,” she said. “The show is about to start.”

Chapter Nine

Baron

“Kenna,” I warned. “What the hell are you doing?”

She shrugged with an innocent expression. Kneeling on the bed between Troy’s knees, she pulled the sheet down.

“You’re worried about my safety, aren’t you? If you want to keep an eye on me at all times, we should be in the same room, right?”

Without waiting for a response, Kenna lowered her head, holding my gaze the whole time, and kissed the tip of Troy’s cock. I pressed my lips together, willing myself to breathe through the tension coiling tighter and tighter in my body—a potent mixture of jealousy and arousal that threatened to explode like a nuclear bomb at any moment.

I glanced at Merrick. His face was turning five different shades of red, torn between wrenching himself out of his seat, or staying to watch, mesmerized.

Merrick and I couldn’t be here. We couldn’t do this, no matter how much we might want to. There was no way we could walk that fine line between business and pleasure without someone—or all of us—getting burned in the process.

Before I could turn to go, Troy pulled Kenna up to his face, hooked his hands under her thighs, and coaxed her to sit. His cock arched upward, thick, red, and throbbing, abandoned. Kenna’s legs bracketed Troy’s head, her hands braced on the wall. She arched, her long, blonde air spilling down her back, rolling her hips with a whine. Her gasps of ecstasy mingled with the obscene, wet sounds of Troy’s mouth, sucking at her pussy.

Arousal boiled hot and fast through my veins. My own cock surged in response at the sight. How could I look away when all I wanted to do was stare, drinking in every second of this?

Troy skimmed his hands up Kenna’s waist and cupped her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples. A blissful smile spread across her face and her pace grew more desperate, needy.

As I watched him stroke, caress, and lavish her body, my jealousy was still there, prickly and hate-filled, but I felt a warm bloom of pride and satisfaction, too. There was no attraction toward Troy and there never would be. He took care of Kenna—our Kenna—so well, prioritizing her pleasure instead of chasing his own. That’s what made this arrangement sexy.

Kenna’s hips stuttered and she let out a breathless sound as she came, shuddering and shaking on top of Troy’s face.

Merrick growled low and dark. From the corner of my eye, I glimpsed him pressing a hand to his groin as if fighting the urge to touch himself even though it was torturing him.

Kenna climbed off Troy, trailing her hand down his chest. He swiped at his mouth, his chin glistening with her arousal. I was still standing at the door and she looked at me now through her lashes, tilting her head.

“Don’t you want to sit, Baron?”

“This isn’t appropriate, Kenna,” I countered.

She hummed as she climbed over Troy, straddling him reverse cowgirl style. No condom, I noted, much to my dismay. I wish I wasn’t paying attention that closely. To make matters worse, I knew she had a birth control implant because I’d driven her to the doctor’s appointment two months ago. I’d never considered that she preferred to fuck raw though, and now it was all I could think about.

In this position, Kenna faced the chair where Merrick was seated. The other chair was empty, reserved for me.

“Is that why you can’t stop staring?” Kenna asked sweetly.

I clenched my teeth.

Leave. Leave now and don’t look back.

Troy curved his palm over Kenna’s hip, skimming his other hand up her spine. Merrick was so tense and stiff that a vein in his neck throbbed prominently.

She grasped Troy’s cock and lined it up at her entrance, swiping the head back and forth between her folds.

“Baron,” Kenna whispered. “Sit. Please. I want you here with me.”

Fuck.

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