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“Not a fucking thing,” Trent answered. “We’ll drink later.”
And just like that, the men were in my room. My heart pounded. Something was about to happen. I could feel it. Mason confirmed my suspicions when he closed the door behind them and dead-bolted it.
Trent plucked at the collar of my hotel bathrobe, tugging it aside to look inside. I flushed, still somehow nervous whenever I was with them.
They’ve made you come already. They’ve seen everything, including your pussy clamping and seizing with orgasm. Don’t be shy.
“I like this,” Trent said, tugging at the robe some more.
“You look cute,” Mason said. “Better than those khakis.”
“You look like you want to be ours,” Nick quipped wryly. “These are Alpha Prime colors.”
Because my robe was green and black, which happened to be the signature colors of the band. The upscale hotel chain had made green and black their standards too, so it was a happy coincidence.
Colors were the last thing on my mind, though. Three gorgeous men wanted to take me.
“Yeah. Are you ours, Katy?” Trent asked, bemusedly.
The heat of pleased surprise rose up swiftly in me. There was only one thing that I could say in return.
“Yes, I belong to you,” was my soft reply, a shy smile sweeping my lips. “One hundred percent.”
A possessive gleam entered those blue eyes.
“Good,” Mason growled. He untied my robe, fingers trailing over my skin in an electric path that made my pussy clench. Juices dribbled down my thighs and I whimpered. Waiting was sweet misery. My cunt was wide awake despite the fatigue in my muscles.
“Our little Katy,” Nick growled. “All in green and black.”
“Nude would be even better,” Trent grunted with a smirk.
The three rock stars advanced, male lions stalking their prey. Trent pushed me toward the bed. Each of them tugged off pieces of clothing as they moved closer. Oh yeah. Boots, jeans, designer t-shirts, leather jackets came off, until they were revealed in pure masculine glory.
I panted, eyes wide.
Because these men are unstoppable. Broad chests, with powerful arms. Burly shoulders that narrowed to a vee, with strong, tree-trunk thick thighs.
But most of all those cocks.
Hot, wet and dripping already, ramrods down for business.
So magnificent.
My tongue watered to taste them all.
“What do you want, baby?” Mason asked, brushing his thumb across my lower lip. He loved to do that.
“I want,” came my hesitant stammer, not knowing how to verbalize my carnal cravings. “I want…”
“Tell us, Kitty-Kat,” Trent urged. “If you don't say it, you won't get it.”
That jolted me upright.
“I want to feel you inside,” were my rushed words. “Deep inside. Please.”
Oh god, had I really said that? Like some kind of super slut?
But the three men grinned, inordinately pleased.
