Page 22 of Room Thirty: Perfect Little Doll
I couldn’t help myself.
My free hand tipped her chin up, and when I saw her glassy gaze staring back at me, my heart tightened in my chest. I knew everything there was to know about her. She’d never had a solid home life. Her grandmother had tried, but it was tough. Even at the end. I knew for a fact after everything a private investigator Carey had hired shared with us that she was still paying off her grandma’s medical bills.
“Baby girl,” I rasped, letting go of her hand so I could hold her face with both hands. “We’re going to stay in your life until our last breath.”
“You can’t say that.” Her lips wobbled. “There is something about me, Fox.” Her jaw clenched, and my heart fucking cracked wider for her. “Something about me that makes people just… I mean, my mom and dad…” Her voice cracked. I leaned in, resting my forehead against hers.
“Had issues,” I cut in. I knew all about her parents and her past. Well, what you could find out from the best PI’s money could hire.
Addiction was a fucking bitch.
I knew it firsthand, had lived with someone who chose their needs over those of their families. “My mom was a high-functioning alcoholic I think since… shit, I think since I was born, until she wasn’t.”
“I’m sorry.” Her eyes softened and her shoulders relaxed slightly.
“It was their loss, baby. Your mom and dad, Serena…” My head shook at the thought of little girl Serena. Hurt and betrayed, abandoned by the people who should have protected her the most. If they weren’t already dead, I’d want to destroy them. “They missed out on the beauty that is you.”
“Fox—"
“I know I’m coming on strong.Weare coming on strong.”
“You and Carey?” Her eyes searched mine. My brow rose, and I shook my head.
“You know it’s the three of us, baby girl. You know this thing between us…” My hand cupped her face, and she leaned in even closer. My lips tingled. I could feel her breath on them. It was warm and sweet. Like honey. “This thing between us has been building. These moments, we just want to make sure you’re feeling the same way about us that we do about you.”
“How’s that?”
“We want you, Serena.”
“Like a fling?” I shook my head without hesitation.
“The word bothers you, and how you were raised, I get it. I fucking do. Shit, I think Carey and Ronan get it as well firsthand, too. Maybe each in a different way, but we sure as fuck weren’t raised by the Cleavers, you know?”
“Fox—"
“I’m just asking, when I kissed you, did you feel something?”
“You know I did.”
“And when Carey kissed you?” She nodded slowly, and I took her mouth again. Slowly. Sweetly.
“Fucking hell,” I growled against her lips. “You taste like honey.”
“Baklava,” she whispered. I felt her lips twitch upward.
“Just think about it,” I requested, “About the three of us.”
“The three of you? How would that work? I mean…” I could see her thinking a million miles an hour, and I knew the only way to make her stop.
My lips crashed against hers.
My hands went into her hair. Tugged at the strands as I deepened the kiss and she moaned into my mouth. The sounds of her pleasure along with the feeling of her body pressed close to mine, flushed so close, I doubted a sheet of paper could fit between us.
Fuck, I didn’t want to stop kissing her.
I wanted to pick her up, carry her to the nearest conference room while shouting for Ronan and Carey to get their asses in gear. Pull the blinds shut so no one could see us finally claim her and get us started.
The four of us.