Page 17 of Room Six

Sweet Jesus. My nipples instantly turn rock hard. I shudder at the sound of Oliver speaking his native language. Italian has always been on my list to learn and now I have a man who is beyond gorgeous calling me his love in the most beautiful language.

I turn to the brush of warm hands on my skin.

“You are truly amazing. You make friends everywhere you go, don’t you? We don’t deserve such a kind soul, but we are greedy bastards, aren’t we, Danika?”

Oliver is talking to Danika, but looking at me. He gathers my hand in his and kisses the back.

“Bastards to the core,” Danika mutters.

Rune leans his substantial weight into me and kisses the top of my head. “Are you ready for your early Christmas surprise, petals?”

“Will I ever get you to stop calling me that?”

“Never.”

Another kiss and we follow a short corridor that opens up into a lavish round room with a dome overhead that lets in copious amounts of moonlight through stained glass. Colorful light throws the room into a multitude of shades. Reds, pinks, golds and blues.

It’s beautiful, but I lose my train of thought at the sight of the stage toward the back wall.

“Why are we here?”

“There’s a special show tonight. And you have worked hard this week. It’s time for a little playtime.”

Danika takes my hand and leads me past a booth with thick curtains drawn back with thick gold ropes. The lights are low, but there is enough light to reveal each of the private areas are filled with harems of men with their women. One, two… I count eight partitioned mini-rooms to my left. More fan out to my right. Several of the members have already started on their evening fun, but I brush it off and keep walking.

My desensitization is born from a couple of years seeing all there is to see from performers and other members. Not much phases me anymore.

Or at least I thought that to be true. As it turns out, watching events happen and checking off my little boxes as a mission accomplished at the end of the night is a whole other experience compared to being the one taking part. The biggest difference being the men at my sides.

Danika stops and gestures for me to enter a large booth with a horseshoe shaped sofa large enough to fit half a football team. Seriously. I step inside and small lights flicker on to reveal that there is more to this little room within a room. A mini bar and a towel warmer, for starters. I mentally take notes for ways to update Seattle.

“You’re overthinking again.”

Rune moves into the booth—mini room, indoor oasis…whatever it’s called—and pulls me onto the sofa with him. I settle over his lap and pull the tail of his braid around to wind it around my finger. A habit I’ve formed that he seems to love.

Oliver flashes me a devilish grin.

Uh-oh.

Before I can miss the heat of Rune’s embrace, I’m in Oliver’s. No one has an ounce of respect for personal space, and I can’t find it in me to care. I could use a little more skin on skin.

He settles me over his lap and Danika comes to sit beside me. I lean back and his arms come around me.

“Thief.” Oliver’s hands grip my hips, but there’s no jealousy in his touch.

“You stole her from Rune. I only see this as fair,” Danika grunts and then kisses me senseless. I groan into his mouth and savor the sweet taste of the bourbon we shared on the plane ride earlier this afternoon. He pulls back to where his lips brush against mine when he speaks. “We hope you like your early Christmas gift.”

Hoping to God they don’t take this the wrong way, I say, “A gift beyond having you three? How could I ever be so lucky?” It may sound like I’m teasing, but I mean every word. I feel beyond blessed right now that I’m not spending another holiday alone.

Lips find my neck, and teeth follow right after. Oliver is on a bent knee and taking advantage of my upswept hair. The low cut of my dress helps give him more real estate to explore as well.

Rune joins Oliver and he bites into the tender flesh beneath the pulse point. I cry out, jerking in his hold. I tighten the cloth of Danika’s dress shirt in my fist.

“Mm,” Oliver growls against my neck. “So responsive and the evening hasn’t even started.”

My lashes fall and I take a moment before I can open my eyes again. When I do, all three of them are looking down at me with so much affection in their gazes they steal my breath away.

Brown, green and gray. Danika has his hair neatly combed while Oliver’s is more tussled from running his fingers through it.

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