My 3 Rockstar Bosses

“Where’s Katy?” grunted Nick, looking around.

I laughed and texted our princess, but she responded with a phone call. Keen to hear her innocent little voice, I swiped my finger across the screen.

“Hi! I'll be right there with water and towels for you guys,” she said breathlessly. That eagerness zinged straight to my balls.

“Hurry up, Kitty-Kat,” I growled. “We need you.”

Hanging up, I exchanged glances with the guys. We were all thinking the same thing. Alpha Prime had a plan for Katy, one that we’d developed using our past personal assistants. Unfortunately, none of them were as hot as our sweet queen.

“You think she’s ready?” Trent grunted. “I mean…we aren’t fucking her yet. I think she’ll be down for this.”

“You saw how she acted last time. She can’t get enough of us,” was my gruff reply.

“She’s definitely ready for the next step,” Nick agreed.

Barely three minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Our plan would be set in motion shortly.

“It’s me!” her sweet voice chirped.

“Come in,” Nick growled.

The brunette did as she was told, swaying as she entered th

e room. My mouth hit the fucking floor as that plump form moved around the dressing area to pass the cold bottles of water to each of us.

Because of course, the girl was wearing the same boring outfit, except this time the polo was navy instead of white. But something was different – something tantalizing.

Shit, is she braless right now? It sure looks like it. Tits don’t move like that when they’re strapped down.

Katy had skipped the lingerie for sure. I could see how those big boobs bounced. Her nipples were fucking huge and rock solid already.

Oh god. My dick jerked and immediately started leaking. I’ve never been around a female that made me feel so out of control.

Because I wasn't the only one who noticed. Nick and Trent couldn't take their eyes off our princess either. I could tell that Trent was a heartbeat away from grabbing her and pulling her into his lap. His dick was about to burst through his jeans. Who could blame him? She looked damn good with those double-Ds jiggling every which-way.

“The concert was great, you guys!” Katy murmured sweetly. “I've never seen one better.”

“Even better than the one last night?” I was trying really hard to be my usual casual and fun self. But damn, it was hard. I was hard.

“You just get better every time,” she nodded, blushing.

Our sweet little virgin.

But we didn't want her to be a virgin for much longer.

“My head hurts,” I told her. “Sometimes all the screaming gives me a migraine.”

Katy nodded, eyes wide with worry.

“Of course, let me get you some Advil.” Immediately, the girl turned, looking in some nearby boxes. “I packed some for after the show, but it’s in my room—”

Watching her jump to attention was nice. But we wanted something stronger than Advil.

I shook my head. “No, no, no. I need something to really relax me, Katy girl. Not pain medication. We all need to relax, actually. We need to get clean too. Think you can help us with something like that?”

I looked down at my bare and sweaty chest, and her eyes followed my gaze.

“I’m not sure what you mean,” she replied cautiously, but it seemed like she did.