Page 3 of Room Twenty-Eight: Her Beautiful Surrender

I feel a quick pinch in the back of my neck and turn in time to see a single masked intruder as he catches me before I fall. My head spins as I grow dizzy and limp in his arms. Just before losing consciousness, I hear him murmur, “I’ll take care of you, kitten.”

TWO

Diesel

Staring down at the woman in my arms, I’m not only shocked it’s the same one from the French Quarter but fucking happy about it. We’d been enamored with her despite the fact she was sitting with some blowhards from a rival team. Two of them had been all over her, and I have every intention of taking them to task on the ice tomorrow night.

As much as Major Reeves, the Black Bears’ goalie and one of my closest friends, rejects the idea, this girl is meant to be ours. Colton Hall, the best center in the league and a guy I’ve been playing hockey with since our bantam days, agrees.

There was an instant click when we saw her. We also spent the afternoon with her in our sights. Colt followed her to the cemetery but remained outside where she couldn’t ID him. When she showed up at this hotel, I’d known. This was our girl for tonight.

Fate played right into our hands.

“Christ, it really is her,” Major grumbles as he holds open the back door of the SUV at the back of the hotel. Out of the three of us, Major has always been the cynic.

“She’s perfect,” Colton says, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her eyes and gliding the same finger down the apple of her cheek and across her plump lower lip, dipping it inside before bringing it to his mouth and sucking the moisture off.

Placing her in the seat, I slip the buckle across her body before sitting beside her. We don’t know her name, and she won’t know ours; she won’t even see our faces. It was what she requested for tonight. Hell, she doesn’t even know it’s going to be the three of us.

Her night…

Fuck, by the looks of her now, I’d never have guessed this was what she would have wanted, but I’m fucking here for it.

A virgin.

Who wants to be forced.

The night damn near fell into our laps last week after my brother had come to the club for a night of sinful fun. We’d debated coming ourselves, worrying about how it would look if someone found out, but after Major made some calls, he assured us that our names would remain anonymous.

We’ve shared women before, and there’s never been a more addictive round of fucking than the three of us taking the same woman at the same time, but this lifestyle isn’t for everyone. Over the past four years, we’ve been searching for the right woman, and right now, right beside me, I think she’s it.

There’s a feeling deep inside my bones, possessing me, beating as rapidly as my heart with the certainty that she’ll be ours forever.

“You guys ready for this?” Major asks as we approach the wrought iron gates of the old plantation turned into Club Sin. The mansion screams Old South with the roundabout leading to the building’s main doors, pillars on either side. From the outside, you’d never know the dubious events taking place within, but we know otherwise.

After handing off the keys to the valet, Major takes our girl from my arms, staring down at her like she’s a damn miracle, and I’m bound to agree with him.

Entering the club, Colton wanders off to get us checked in and the keys to our room for the night. Major follows me to the bar, where I grab a few waters, and we meet at the cage-like elevator before heading up to the fourth floor.

“You sure this is what she wants?” Major asks, gazing down at her as I open the bars on our floor.

“Yeah, I’m positive.” Colton holds onto the paper with her information and requests for the evening. While this entire scenario is unorthodox and probably unethical, Major finally nods, and we follow Colt into the room.

As soon as we enter, I place her bag on a bench near the closet before unzipping it. Inside, I find her birth control, condoms, water, a change of clothes, and a sexy little negligee that seems out of place for what she expects out of this night.

I observe as Major lays her down in the middle of the bed before stepping back to examine her as she remains unconscious. She’ll be waking soon, and before she does, we have some work to do.

“What I wouldn’t give to witness her eyes light up with the pleasure we’re about to give her tonight.” Colt wipes his lip with his thumb before picking up the silk blindfold hanging on a hook beside the bed.

“Soon,” I groan as I hold the nightie up. She’ll be wearing this before she leaves. “We will soon.” It’s a promise I’m making for all of us right fuckin’ now.

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Major

Consensual.

I have to keep repeating the word to myself so I don’t back out.

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