Page 42 of Room Ten: Put on a Show

I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face at his reaction. To see my big, strong, grumpy bodyguard melt under my touch would never get old. Sinking my teeth into the meat of Merrick’s shoulder, I tugged his shirt free from his pants, then slid one hand past his waistband.

“While I pay your salary,” I said, slipping into the role of the pampered, entitled diva that the audience expected. “Your body belongs to me. Did you know that?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Merrick replied, his voice gruff.

“Every glorious inch of you,” I said, closing my fingers around his cock.

He bit back a groan but his whole body tensed. I could tell Merrick wasn’t exactly comfortable with being in the spotlight, let alone putting on a performance, but he didn’t need to. All I wanted was his presence, his hands on my body, his cock inside me, and that would be more than enough.

Withdrawing my hand from Merrick’s pants, I pulled his jacket off and tossed it aside. Then I came around to face him, looking up into Merrick’s eyes as I unbuttoned his shirt. I pushed that off his shoulders, too, leaving him half naked on stage with his cock stiff in his pants. I brushed my chest against his as I dragged the zipper of his fly down. When I released his cock, I noticed the way his neck strained from the effort to stay still. After waiting three years to fuck me, his patience was slim at best, but I would test his limits tonight.

I ghosted my fingertips over the head of his cock. It twitched, surging bigger. I bit my lip as my own body responded, wet and throbbing with anticipation.

Flicking my gaze up to Merrick’s face, I leaned in for a kiss. His lips parted and his pupils darkened.

Then I darted away, moving toward Baron with a laugh. Merrick swayed forward, cock hard and protruding from his pants, his lust visible in every straining line of his posture.

As I turned to face Baron, he was already waiting to greet me. He held my gaze with a steady, unwavering look. I always felt a little tongue-tied when Baron looked at me like that, as if he could see right through me. I walked two fingers up his chest, innocently freeing one button of his shirt at a time.

Pushing his shirt open, I skimmed my palms across the sculpted planes of his broad chest. I glanced up at Baron through my lashes as my fingers traveled lower and lower, dancing along the edge of his belt.

He slid his hand under my chin, his thumb teasing at my lower lip. There was something so powerful and magnetic in that simple, sweet gesture and it made me hang on his every word.

“You look extra hungry tonight, baby girl,” Baron murmured.

I nodded. “I never thought you and Merrick would agree to do something like this with me.”

He tilted his head with a look.Give us a little more credit than that.He took one of my wrists, guiding my fingertips to graze his shoulder where there was a scar several inches long. That’s where Perry Weeks had stabbed him with a knife several months ago. The skin was still raised and puckered from the stitches that had been removed.

“Kenna, honey. You should know by now that Merrick and I would take a bullet for you in a heartbeat. When it comes to you, we can’t say no. You’re our Achilles’ heel.”

I ducked my head with a pleased smile and pressed my lips to the curve of Baron’s throat. He rumbled a contented sound, the vibration deep and low like thunder.

After stripping off his shirt, I knelt in front of him, unbuckling his belt. As I pulled his cock out, I kissed the heavy, salty tip, gazing up at him. Baron’s abs contracted at the sensation. He reached out, threading his fingers through my hair. I nuzzled into his palm, dragging the flat of my tongue along the length of his cock. He was bigger than Troy by a considerable degree, and longer than Merrick by at least two inches, maybe three. Baron was never the first one I could take, not without a lengthy warm up process.

“Wrap your lips around me like a good girl,” Baron said.

I swallowed as much of his cock as I could, savoring the taste and weight of him on my tongue. Next to me, Troy let out a breathlessfuck, punctuated by the slick sounds of his fist pumping up and down his own cock.

The next thing I knew, Merrick had his arms around me. He scooped me up as easily as if I weighed no more than a feather. Climbing onto the bed, he settled me over Troy with my thighs straddling his hips.

“I think you’ve done more than enough teasing, princess,” he whispered hot in my ear. “It’s time that sweet pussy of yours was filled, just the way you like it.”

Troy curved his hands over my thighs. Merrick’s big hands caressed my back before he pulled my panties to the side. I grasped Troy’s cock, lining him up. With my other hand, I reached out to Baron. He shifted toward the bed and I enclosed my fingers around his cock, too. With Merrick’s warm, wet mouth at my neck and his palms anchored on my hips, I sank down onto Troy’s cock with a sigh that echoed through the room.

“That’s it, baby girl,” Baron said softly. He smoothed his palm down my hair, then twisted my locks around his fist, tilting my head back to look at him. “Fuck yourself open on Troy’s cock.”

Before I could whimper a response, he sealed his mouth to mine, plunging his tongue past my lips. Merrick made a growly, possessive noise at my back, snaking his arms around me to pluck and twist my nipples. Troy thrust up into me, over and over.

Distantly, I remembered the audience looking on. In my pleasure-addled, hazy brain, I didn’t care. I was surrounded by my men, so completely and thoroughly loved by them. Let the world look. Let everyone stare at the way these men adored me with every inch of their heart and soul.

As I drew closer to my orgasm, Merrick pinched one of my nipples hard enough to deliver a sting through the flood of pleasure washing over me. Then he slipped one hand between my thighs, pressed against my clit.

I arched against Merrick.

Baron swallowed my gasp of ecstasy.

Troy buried his cock deep.

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