Page 15 of Room Thirty: Perfect Little Doll

“You taste fucking fantastic. Sweeter than the honey in that dessert you like so much.”

“Carey,” she breathed. Her body shifted and ground against my throbbing length.

“You like how that feels, baby girl?” Heat hit her face, and the way her eyes flashed told me she liked the term of endearment. She was ours, and I was more than ready to be her daddy.

“Oh god,” she whimpered, hiding her face against my chest from embarrassment, but she must not be too ashamed. Not with the way her hips kept rolling back and forth perfectly against my cock. “I can feel how wet you are for me.”

“Care—"

“You feel how hard you make me, Serena?” I hardly recognized my voice.

“Carey.” She swallowed and shifted, gliding the inseam of her swollen wet lips against my pants. Her eyes hooded, and my hands gripped her ass a little harder. “You’re really hard,” she noted. I gritted my teeth. She was so damp I knew she would leave a spot behind. And fuck if that thought didn’t drive me crazier!

“It’s not just now either, baby girl. Just knowing you’re outside that door gets me this way. Knowing you exist has me like this.”

“Carey, we shouldn’t.” Her mouth was saying one thing, but her eyes and body were saying something else. She didn’t have to worry. I wasn’t going to push for more.

Not yet.

Ronan, Fox, and I had a plan.

“Shh…” I soothed.

“The guys…“ She swallowed. “I’m your assistant.”

“The guys? You worried about them, doll?” Her breathing was shallow. “They’re probably in their office,” I muttered, nudging my nose against the irritated flesh.

Fuck, I doubted I’d ever been this hard. So damn stiff I could have pounded nails. It could have been so easy to move things along. To push the limit and take her all for myself.

Part of me was tempted.

Not because I didn’t want to share, but because for six months, six long fucking months, I’d been waiting for this. Two more nights max, and I would have her. We would have her.

We were going to claim her.

She belonged to us.

It was the only way it would work, and we wouldn’t fall apart at the seams. She would have us. She’d bind us. As much as I wanted her, I knew I had to stay on track.

I was always the man who stuck to plans. Hell of a lot more than Fox or Ronan. I couldn’t deviate now.

“They probably wish it were their lap you were sitting on. I can guaran-fucking-tee they’re just as hard as I am. Probably harder. Wishing it were their lap you were dry humping.” Her body stilled, and my hands dropped to her hips.

This was as far as I could take it.

The next time I had her on my lap, there wouldn’t be a stitch of clothing on either of us, two sets of eyes watching our every move. I had to inhale deeply. Her scent wafted in my nostrils, filled my lungs completely.

“Carey.” She swallowed and pulled back. I could see the million questions running through her head. “They, umm…” She licked her lips. “Why do you think—"

“I don’t think that. I know so.” I let myself steal another kiss.

This one sweet and slow. Yet completely unapologetic.

It wasn’t fair.

Each of us taking a moment with her, probably confusing the hell out of her, but Fox had a point. We needed to know she wanted each of us before we sprung our plans as a group.

“Carey—"