Page 31 of Room Thirty: Perfect Little Doll

“Serena, I don’t think there will be a time when we don’t want to kiss you.” She pressed her lips together.

“You didn’t ask them that.”

“With this, he can talk for us,” Carey chimed in, and Fox grunted his own approval.

Serena exhaled and swayed a little closer before, tipping up on her toes to reach me. She didn’t have to do more. I leaned in to close the space and finally, fucking finally, I got to kiss our girl. Her lips pressed against me, and all I could think about wassoft. Her mouth was fucking incredible. Soft and plush. When her lips parted just a little, my tongue delved in and I plundered her mouth. My hands moved from her hips. One went to the small of her back and the other to the back of her head.

Everything around us disappeared. All that existed was that moment.

With her.

I kissed her until my lings burned and forced me to pull away. “Ronan,” she whispered breathlessly against my lips, and when I opened my eyes, I found her staring back at me. “That was…”

“I know.” I winked and leaned in, resting my forehead against hers.

“I hate to be a party pooper here, but we have a flight to catch,” Carey reminded us, and I groaned.

“Fucking buzzkill,” I muttered low enough so only Serena could hear. Her eyes twinkled up at me.

“We have a flight to catch?” I nodded.

“Yeah. We do.”

“But Ronan—”

“We’re kinda sparse on time.”

“Ronan—”

“Shh, trust me?” I asked, extending my hand. “Do you trust us?”

“Of course, I do,” she whispered, taking what I offered and squeezing my fingers with hers. “But I’m not packed or—"

“We got you,” I reassured her. The two men grunted again, and her pretty lips twitched upward.

“Okay. I’ll be fast.” I leaned in and kissed her one more time before stepping to the side and letting her stand in front of the other two. She smiled at Fox, and he winked and kissed her before leading her toward Carey, who kissed her roughly. Like he couldn’t get enough.

Watching the whole thing had me adjusting myself.

“Go get ready, princess,” Carey ordered, and a blushing Serena scurried away.

The moment her bedroom door shut behind her, we all glanced at one another. “What do you think?” Carey asked. Fox shrugged.

“I think it’s going okay,” he responded.

“Better than okay,” I added.

“Let’s hope we don’t fuck all this up.”

“Facts,” Fox mumbled. I stretched, rubbing the back of my neck.

Carey started to pace around Serena’s living room. Walking around and staring at the pictures she kept around the space. I was tempted to follow him, to look at things that would give us a little more of an insight on Serena.

But I didn’t.

I headed to the kitchen and got to work on starting a pot of coffee and searching for a travel mug. Every cabinet I opened was almost bare. I didn’t like it. There was something about it that didn’t sit well in the pit of my gut. It was going to be something I was going to need to bring up to the guys.

But right then and there wasn’t the time.