Page 44 of Room Ten: Put on a Show

He hummed, brushing his knuckles against my cheek. I flicked my tongue out, teasing at the pad of his thumb. Merrick arched an eyebrow with a look that said,do you really want to play that way?

“Feisty little minx,” he replied. “Why don’t you show us just how much you’re enjoying yourself and make Baron come?”

My eyes lit up. I grasped the sheets in front of me for leverage and pushed back against Baron, rocking along the full length of his cock. Every time his balls hit my sensitive, throbbing clit, a needy, desperate little sound tore from my lips.

“Jesus,” he croaked. “Don’t stop. Keep going. Shit, you’re doing so good, baby girl.”

I reached back over my shoulder, trailing my fingers along his sandpaper-rough stubble. Baron was the one who had been with me the longest. I never realized just how much I relied on his patience, his loyalty, and his quiet strength. To hear his praise now, encouraging me, soothed that craving I’d been longing for.

I bowed my head, muscles aching with exertion.

“Goddamn it, Kenna,” Baron growled. “You’re soaking wet and tight as fuck.”

His arms buckled, folding me beneath him. Unable to move, I lost my rhythm and all I could do was surrender to the feel of Baron’s cock buried inside me. I forgot about the stage, the audience, the club. My world was my men. Baron’s skin against mine. Merrick—usually stoic and sparing with his words—talking me through it. And Troy, looking on as he pumped away at his own cock which was, somehow, already hard again.

Baron came with a deep, rumbly sound. I tipped over the edge after him, milking his giant cock of every last drop that he spilled into me. With a few lazy strokes, he continued to fuck me through the mess and my spasming, exhausted, well-used pussy.

Baron traced the line of my neck with his nose and kissed the hollow beneath my ear. Merrick sidled onto the bed beside me and I draped my arm over his hips. Troy squeezed in on my right, his stiff cock digging into my thigh.

I stretched, contented as a cat, beneath Baron’s weight, and buried my smiling face in the mattress.

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Hours later, after the audience had drifted away, I dozed in and out of consciousness while Troy’s fingers idly mapped over my bare back turned toward him. He brushed a butterfly kiss over my shoulder.

“I’m surprised you don’t have any tattoos yet,” he said.

I glanced up at Baron as I rested my head in his lap.

“That’s because Baron doesn’t want me to get one.”

He huffed a laugh and traced one fingertip down the bridge of my nose.

“When has my disapproval ever stopped you from doing anything you’ve already set your mind to?”

I shrugged. “Maybe because I value your opinion.”

Using his index finger, Merrick arched over my hip and down toward my pubic bone. It took me a moment before I realized he was spelling out letters. M. E. R. R. I. C. K.

“My name would fit nicely right here,” he said.

Baron spelled out his name across my left collarbone, just above my heart. B. A. R. O. N.

“My name could go here.”

Troy rested his palm over my ass cheek with a squeeze.

“I stake my claim here.”

I swatted at him with a laugh.

“Pervert. Try again.”

He twisted his mouth to the side in thought and his gaze fell on my tits. When Troy brought his hand up, I narrowed my eyes and caught his wrist. Then I guided his palm between my shoulder blades, at the nape of my neck.

“I want your name here. Because it’s a place of trust. Because you’ve had every opportunity to stab me in the back but you never did.”

Troy’s face softened and he pressed a kiss there, followed by his fingertip, spelling out T. R. O. Y. He wrapped his arm around my waist and placed a small black box in front of me.

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