Page 20 of Room Thirty: Perfect Little Doll

“Tell me I can kiss you, Serena,” I demanded like a brute.

I was better than this.

Been smoother. Softer with her.

But six long months of knowing the woman of not only your dreams but your best friends’ was within reach, but I was forced to keep my hands off her, had been killer.

Pure torture.

I had held off knowing that Carey needed time to come to terms with what our future would look like. He had his reasons, and both Ronan and I understood them. We’d shared women before. None more than one night. No one who had made us yearn for more. We knew we were different. The close bond, working together, there was no other way we could see a relationship working out if not by sharing someone.

But no one had ever caught our attention.

Not until Serena started working for us.

I’d immediately known she was meant for us. I think the three of us did. But it took Carey the longest to come to terms with it. And now that he was giving in after seeing she could easily be swiped right from under our noses by some asshole who wouldn’t have a clue how to make her happy, I had to jump in.

My little plan had seemed right, but now I was wondering, worried that we would push too much too quickly. Or not quickly enough.

“Kiss me? You don’t care that…” Her voice drifted off to almost nothing. My patience was wearing thin. This close, with her on my lap, I could decipher her scent even better. The mix of whatever shampoo and perfume she wore drove me even crazier.

“Ask, Serena.” I tipped my head as the tip of my fingers stroked the top of her thigh.

“You don’t care that Carey kissed me?” she quickly blurted.

I felt like a predator with a wolfish grin as I stared at her. I liked knowing Carey had kissed her. I liked knowing what that had sounded like. Each kiss and step got us closer to what we wanted.

Serena.

Forever.

Forever with our perfect little doll.

“I think you know the answer to that,” my voice rasped.

“But…” Her voice drifted to silence. I could feel the questions bouncing around in her head.

“I promise it’s going to be okay,” I reassured her.

“You’re not making any sense,” Serena huffed.

“I know.” I winked. Lifting my hand from her thigh, I held her chin in place. My thumb pulled on her lower lip. “I ever tell you you’re beautiful?

“Fox.”

“You are.” I exhaled. Every nerve ending in my body prickled to life. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful, baby girl, it’s hard to focus. The last six months? Having you work for us? It’s been heaven and hell all wrapped up in one.”

“Fox?” Her big brown eyes searched mine. She was clueless to the way she had slowly driven us mad. To the need and obsession each of us felt. The lengths we’d gone to keep our hands to ourselves and our sanity semi-intact.

“You know that, though, don’t you? How you have the three of us tied up in knots for you? You have to know that we think you’re unbelievably beautiful. But more than that…” My hand dropped slowly from her chin, gripping her neck gently but firmly. Her breath changed, and my grip loosened, then my hand slid down slowly until it rested right over her heart.

I could feel the way it was beating furiously.

Just like mine, baby girl, just like mine.

“More than beautiful on the outside, it’s here that you’re fucking gorgeous,” I rasped. Her breath hitched as if she was having a hard time being able to catch her breath. “You cast some kind of spell on us, Serena.”

“I didn’t—”