Room One Hundred & Twenty-One: Kiss of Fire

Chapter 4

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I t’s been two weeks and I’m still pissed about it.

Even after my third drink, I can’t shake off the irritating thought of Selena exiting someone else’s car. After the way he yelled after her, I was ready to throttle him into next week. It was obvious she wanted nothing more to do with him, but he didn’t seem like the type to take rejection well.

Is he her boyfriend? Did he hurt her?

I’m typically not a fighter. But for her, I’d change that. I don’t know what I would’ve done had Chance not been there to hold me back. And I only got worked up again listening to him recount the events to Noah when we got to our suite.

Not once in the last three years that she’s worked here have I seen Selena with another person, let alone a guy. I’ve kept tabs on her since the day she walked through the front doors and she’s always kept her head down, avoiding office gossip and choosing to work through her lunch on most days. She’s persistent and diligent, far more mature than most of the women her age.

It’s part of her appeal. She isn’t vapid or lazy or flippant. She’s sharp and intelligent and works hard for what she wants. On top of that, she’s fucking beautiful with curves that would spill over my hands as I caress her supple body and pouty, full lips to fit perfectly around my cock.

Fuck, I want her so bad.

I take another sip of my drink, holding the whiskey in my mouth for a moment before letting the smooth burn slide down my throat.

Chance nods at me from his seat across the table. “You good?” He stares at me appraisingly while a redhead sits draped over his legs. Apparently, she’d been a bad girl who needed a spanking and Chance was more than happy to oblige.

But I know my best friend well and this is just a facade. His resolve is wearing thin—he just conceals it better than I do. That’s why he’s the face of our company. He can bury his emotions and thoughts while making you think you’re the most important person in the world. But Selena is slowly tearing down his walls. She sees right through him and he can’t hide his attraction to her from me.

Noah sits on the other side of him, nursing his drink with unfocused eyes. He’s been irritable for weeks—we all have—and no amount of liquor is helping.

“I’m good. Just watching the show .” I tip my glass at the girl on his lap before finishing my drink.

“Liar. Loosen up.” He calls my bluff as he tilts her head back and kisses her.

I have to admit the sight of them causes my dick to twitch, but it barely scratches the surface. The only woman who seems to get under my skin these days is the one I can’t have. And believe me, I’ve tried to get over her. Even agreeing to let Marie come to the office for a scene, which I deeply regret. I don’t want Selena thinking of me with someone else because she’s the only one I want. But she’s our assistant—a damn good one—which means she’s off limits.

Mixing work with pleasure is never a good idea, but it’s especially true when it comes to her. She’s fantastic at what she does and wouldn’t be easily replaced if we fucked things up. And Ms. Abernathy seems to actually tolerate her, which is a miracle in itself, seeing as I’m pretty sure the woman hates everyone, including us.

This is why Noah, Chance, and I have started coming to Club Sin more frequently. If we didn’t, we’d probably do something stupid like drag Selena into the conference room and fuck her until she couldn’t walk. But I have to admit nothing is sating my sexual appetite lately. There’s only one woman I want and no one else will do.

I’ve wanted her since the moment I saw her, just starting out with us as an intern. She was much younger than I was, but she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. I still remember the look on her face when we first met. She’d been taken aback, not sure of how to act in front of an executive. But she handled our interaction with poise and grace, placing her delicate palm in mine for a brief handshake.

I never told the guys about my feelings for her—I didn’t have to. They picked up on it right away. I didn’t care because there was no way I could hide how she made me feel. And, honestly, I didn’t want to. Besides, I knew they felt the same. It just took them longer to admit it. But I don’t think I can keep our agreement much longer. It’s agony not being able to touch her. Make her feel good like she deserves.

Chance’s deep voice pulls me from my thoughts. “I think my friend needs some help relaxing, sweetness. See what you can do.”

Before I can decline, the redhead moves over to me and straddles my waist. Her perfume smells cheap and overly sweet, and I want her hands to be anywhere else but on me. When she tries to kiss me, I turn my head away. So she slides her tongue along the column of my throat and nibbles on my ear.

“You like that?” she whispers, and annoyance rises to the surface of my skin.

I snap, wrapping her long ponytail around my fist and yanking her head back. She gasps, the sound cut off when I plunge my tongue deep inside her mouth. I hold her still, at my mercy, until she begins to slap at my chest. I steal her breath for longer than I should before breaking away and letting her gulp for air.

“I’d like it more if you were choking on my cock,” I sneer before releasing her hair. “You can go now.”

My friends stare at me as the woman climbs off my lap and scurries away.

My behavior is completely out of character, and I should leave and call it a night. But I decide to stay and have one more drink before my driver takes me home. I signal to our server to bring me another when a familiar figure at the bar draws my attention. I almost choke on my surprise as I catch sight of her pretty face, and she’s wearing the most sinful black dress I’ve ever seen.

What the hell is Selena doing here ?

My cock immediately gets hard and presses against my zipper as my gaze slides over her voluptuous body. Her tight dress hits at the middle of her thick thighs with her back on full display as the flimsy material barely covers the curve of her juicy, round ass. Her strappy stilettos make her legs look long and toned, and I wonder what they’d feel like wrapped around me as I fill her up with my dick.

Jealousy eats at me at the thought of someone approaching her, touching her, doing the things I want to do but can’t. Everyone around her stares in awe, because not only is she a new face at the club, but she’s fucking stunning, and I’ve no doubt they all want a piece of her.

As if she can feel the weight of my stare, she pivots toward me and her eyes go wide. Shock registers on her face and I’m sure she can see mine.

“What the fuck?” Chance chokes, finally noticing Selena. His body tenses as he drinks her in.

My gaze shifts to Noah, noting his murderous expression. He’s thinking what we’re all thinking. That she has no business being here and definitely not in that dress. But we need to play this cool, as this might be the opening we need to end these games and finally be with the girl we all want.

Selena stares at us for a moment before turning around when the bartender delivers her cocktail.

“Well? Now what?” I ask, my ass on the edge of my seat as I consider our options. Noah still hasn’t spoken while his attention remains locked on Selena.

Then, a tall man with dark hair and full-sleeve tattoos moves in next to her and we’re all on high alert. He’s well dressed, wearing matching black dress slacks with his shirt cuffs rolled up. Leaning on one elbow, he extends his right hand to her. She smiles at him and I clench my jaw, almost cracking my teeth.

He’s not what you need, baby. You belong with us.

The stranger signals for a drink and chats with her while he waits. She’s being polite, yet her body looks tense. I can’t tell if it’s because of the man she’s talking to, or the fact that Noah, Chance, and I are watching her every move like hawks. If she wants us to disappear, it’s not happening.

He pulls out her chair and helps her into her seat as the hem of her dress rises higher up her thighs. I can practically see her pussy from here, and I’m not the only one staring at her smooth, bare legs. His palm rests on her knee as his thumb caresses her soft skin, and I want her to slap his hand away, but she does no such thing. Instead, she leans forward, allowing him to invade more of her personal space, and a faint growl escapes me as I watch him touch what’s ours. We need to move now, or I’m going to lose my mind.

“Fuck this,” Noah exclaims, beating me to it as he stalks toward her.

He stops short of the couple and blocks our view of the tattooed stranger, crossing his muscular arms over his chest as he speaks. We can still see Selena, but we can’t hear what she’s saying. Not that we need to, because her pinched expression and clenched fists tell us everything we need to know. Anger radiates from her body while Noah whispers something in the man’s ear. The guy glares with a scoff before walking away.

Thank fuck.

Selena’s scowl is venomous, which only makes her look hotter when Noah grabs her wrist and drags her to our table. She struggles against his hold but it’s no use. He finally releases her as the three of us surround her.

Sheep amidst the wolves. That’s what she is.

“Explain,” Noah demands, standing at his full height.

Selena doesn’t back down from his scrutinizing gaze and straightens her spine as she holds his stare. “I don’t have to explain anything to you,” she seethes.

Curious eyes watch us from the sidelines, probably wondering if they should intervene. But no one dares to move when Noah’s glare cuts to them, and they scamper along to leave us to our business.

“Try again.” His tone is low and gritty and barely more than a growl.

Ever the peacemaker, Chance steps in to diffuse the situation. “Why are you here, Selena?”

“Sex. Same as you.” If the little minx wants to be a brat, then we can show her how good we are at taming them.

“So the guy who dropped you off the other day isn’t satisfying you? Or do you have other boyfriends we don’t know about? Is that why you’re here, dressed like this? Your pussy needs attention?”

Noah’s head jerks to the side when she stamps her handprint across his face. Club security starts to move in our direction, but Selena shakes them off, knowing we’re not a threat to her. My best friend rubs his stinging cheek as he gives our assistant a predatory smirk.

“Fuck you, Noah .” She calls him by his first name, something she’s never done before, while her body trembles with rage. “What I do outside of work doesn’t concern you.” She levels her gaze at all three of us. “Any of you. So leave me alone.”

Then she steps forward, preparing to storm off, until Chance gently places his hands on her bare upper arms. “He didn’t mean it like that, honey. We’re just worried.” His voice is soothing and steady as he rubs his palms over her skin, and she marginally relaxes as he placates her.

I bring her attention to me, needing to see her eyes when she answers. “Why’d you join the club, Selena? What are you looking for?”

She sighs, the fight seeping from her body. “I’m looking for the same thing as everyone else.” She’s frustrated, but I gesture for her to continue. “My friend, Lexi, is a member of the Chicago location and she helped me get my membership. She suggested I check out the club to maybe find…” Selena hesitates as she searches for her words.

“Find what?” Chance asks.

“Honestly, I don’t know.” She releases a loud gust of air. “She’s ridiculously happy, living with her boyfriends, and I guess she thought I could find that kind of happiness too. But trying to date in Seattle has been a joke, and I haven’t found one decent guy since I moved here.”

Did she say boyfriends? Multiple boyfriends? Well, that’s interesting.

“So you’re not seeing anyone,” I press.

“Not that it’s any of your business. But, no, I’m not. My last attempt was a failed coffee date with the unfortunate ending you two witnessed.” She points to me and Chance. “So here I am, checking out the club to see if this is any better.” She crosses her arms, clearly annoyed with this conversation.

“You’ve checked it out. You can go home now.” Noah motions toward the main entrance with a hiked thumb, and Selena looks as if she’s ready to slap him again.

“Excuse me?” she snaps.

“You heard me, Selena. Go home. This isn’t the kind of place for you.”

She steps toward him until they’re toe to toe, craning her neck to look at him. “You don’t get to make that decision for me.”

“I just did.”

They’re both breathing hard like they’re ready to fight or fuck—truth is I have no idea which way this’ll go. I decide to step in and pull Noah back to give them both some space to calm down.

Pissed at my friend, who’s currently acting like a neanderthal, Selena shifts her gaze to me and Chance. “What are you guys doing here anyway? What’s your excuse for coming here?”

“We don’t need an excuse. We like it here,” Chance explains vaguely.

“So you can come here for sex, but I can’t. Is that it?” She narrows her eyes at us.

Yes, that’s exactly it.

But I’m not foolish enough to say that aloud, knowing it’s a terrible double standard. “This isn’t just any kind of sex, Selena. This is kink. There’re lots of things happening here that you know nothing about.”

She laughs, but the sound is humorless. “I’m twenty-five-years-old, Brody. You think I don’t know what goes on here? You don’t know anything about me or what I’m into.”

Looks like our girl might not be so innocent after all. Guess that explains the dress and the stilettos. But the thought of her living out her sexual fantasies with anyone but us makes my blood run cold. Suddenly, I realize we better claim her fast before someone else does.

Noah closes in on her with a heated look in his eyes. “Why don’t you tell us what you’re into, then? Enlighten us.”

“Why should I do that?” she challenges as her pulse quickens at the base of her neck.

It’s on the tips of all our tongues when one side of Noah’s mouth lifts into a smirk. “Because you belong to us .”

And there it is, the truth we’ve been denying ourselves all this time.

“What?” she gasps, seemingly shocked, yet her nipples pebble beneath the thin fabric of her dress.

“We’ll give you two choices.” He crooks his index finger beneath her chin and tilts her head back. “You can either stay here and let us be the ones to play with you tonight or you can leave.”

Her brow creases as she gazes up at him. “I don’t understand. I thought you guys hated me.”

My chest aches at her confession, and I step forward to cup her cheek. “We have never hated you, baby. Not ever.”

Her eyes flutter closed and she relaxes against my touch, before suddenly pushing me away as hurt spreads across her face. “Then explain the woman in the trench coat. The one who came all over your hand?”

Fuck, I’m disgusted with myself that she saw that. Then she pivots her attention back to Noah.

“You wanted me to see you. To watch you touching her and kissing her. And for what? To make me jealous?”

“Yes,” Noah snarls. “I wanted you to lose your fucking mind because that’s how I feel every day that I see you and can’t have you.”

Selena sucks in a ragged breath as various emotions contort her beautiful features. “Y-you want me?” she questions as if she couldn’t possibly fathom it would be true. “All of you?”

“Yes, all of us.” Chance closes in as we crowd her space. She looks at us, clearly confused.

I reach for her hand. It feels hot and clammy beneath mine and I try to settle her nerves. “We have sexual desires that some might find unusual . But it sounds like your friend, Lexi, might understand. Why else would she send you here?”

A pretty blush colors Selena’s cheeks as recognition dawns on her.

“And while we have shared women between us over the years—” I watch as she scrunches her nose at the thought, making her look innocent and adorable. “—we’ve never been exclusive to anyone. You’d be the first.”

“Exclusive… We’d have more than one night together?” she asks tentatively.

Noah cuts in and drags her body against his. “We’d have all your nights. You’d be ours in every way.” His stare is intense and I’m praying it doesn’t scare her away. But when she melts into him, I know we’ve got her.

“Can I have some time to think about it?”

“Of course,” I answer.

“But you’ll do your thinking at home, not here at the club,” Noah warns, and Selena scowls at him.

“Fine. If I can’t be here, then neither can you.”

“Fine.” He smirks, but it’s menacing like he wants to devour her on the spot.

“And no other women until I decide.” She points a finger at the three of us. Seems our girl is the possessive type. Good thing we find that attractive. “And just to be sure of it, we’ll all leave together. Right now.”

I smile at her bravado as we lead her out of the club. She may think she’s in charge, but with a little time spent in our company, she’ll figure out who’s really in control here.