Page 30 of Room Ten: Put on a Show

Hours later, the concert was finally over. My makeup felt like it was sliding off my face. My skin was damp with sweat. But I was alive, my throat raw, the blood thrumming in my veins.

As soon as I stepped off stage, Baron and Merrick were there to flank me. I should have been so exhausted that I could barely stand. Instead, I felt like I had wings on my feet. And every nerve in my body was aware of their presence—their masculine scent, their strong hands, their broad shoulders.

We can play…or we can keep you safe. Not both. Which one will it be, princess?

I knew that wasn’t true. Baron and Merrick were capable of more than that and I was determined to prove it.

They escorted me through the cramped labyrinth of backstage and out the rear entrance to the car waiting at the curb. Baron opened the door, ushering me inside. Merrick was close on my heels.

I could feel how rigid and tense he was, always glancing left and right. It was slow going, moving through the crowded streets. I studied his profile, the twitch of muscle in his jawline, the throbbing vein in his neck that I wanted to lick oh-so-slowly until he was moaning beneath me. Now that I’d had a taste of my bodyguards, I craved more.

Turning my head, I nuzzled into Merrick’s neck. He growled low in the back of his throat.

“Kenna, behave.”

I snorted. “You of all people should know I’ve never done that a day in my life.”

Baron’s gaze flicked to the rear-view mirror, watching us. It sent a spike of hot need slicing through my belly, down between my thighs. I slid my hand over Merrick’s thigh and settled on his cock with a squeeze.

“Jesus—”

His whole body flinched. He wrapped his fingers around my wrist with a look. You know better than that. But Merrick pressed his palm to my cheek, swiping at my smudged mascara under my eyes with his thumb.

“You should get some sleep,” he said.

I shook my head. I never wanted concert nights to end. There was something about the adrenaline rush that sent me flying higher than a kite. And I wanted to savor this moment with my Baron and my Merrick for once.

“She can’t,” Baron said from the driver’s seat without turning around.

Merrick glanced up at him, meeting his gaze in the rear-view mirror.

“That’s what the after parties are for,” Baron continued. “To help bring Kenna down gently.”

“I thought we weren’t doing an after party this time,” Merrick pointed out.

“We’re not.” I pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, leaving a smear of dark purple lipstick against his skin. “But you’ll catch me instead, won’t you?”

Merrick fixed me with a long, steady look. He traced his thumb over my lower lip with longing and such bald-faced, raw affection for a man who was usually so stoic that it was like looking in the sun—mesmerizing, blinding, burned into my memory.

A thick, heavy silence filled the car. The crowd had fallen away by now and the streets were quiet as the clock ticked closer to midnight. I dragged my hands down Merrick’s chest, flicking open one button at a time until I could finally reach the skin and muscle beneath. Knowing that Baron was likely watching the whole thing through the rear-view mirror spurred me on even more.

“Put Kenna on your lap,” Baron said.

A thrill zipped up my spine at the command in his tone. I would have gladly told them to pull the car over so I could take them both at the same time but this was better—Baron watching, Merrick doing as he was told, and I was played between them.

Merrick wasted no time. In a flash, he had his hands on my hips, pulling me into his lap, with my back leaning against his chest.

“Take off her costume,” Baron said.

Merrick grasped the zipper at the base of my neck and dragged it down my spine. His warm breath ghosted across my overheated skin and I shivered with anticipation. He slid it off my shoulders, exposing my breasts.

I heard Baron swear under his breath softly in the front seat. His grip on the steering wheel tightened until his knuckles turned white.

Merrick slid his hands around me, cupping my tits and toying with my nipples. I sighed, tipping my head back against his shoulder.

“It’s a shame you can’t feel her, Baron,” he said. “She’s soft. Warm.”

Merrick pressed his face into my neck, sucking at my earlobe. I squirmed against him, grinding down on the rapidly-hardening bulge of his cock beneath me.

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