Page 32 of Room Thirty: Perfect Little Doll

Especially not when I had just finished closing the lid of her travel mug, her bedroom door opened, and the sight of her walking out had us stunned silent.

“Hey.” She smiled shyly at us. Her gaze moved from one man to the other. “What?” Her hands fisted the skirt of the gorgeous white dress she had put on. “Is this not okay? I can go change, umm…” She started to move, but Fox, being the quickest and closest to her, stopped her.

“No, Serena, you look. Fuck.” He rubbed his face as his eyes skated up and down her body. His reaction to how she looked matched how I felt. Like a mild breeze could knock me the fuck out. “You’re gorgeous.”

“We need to buy you that dress in every color.” Careys deep voice had her blushing. He wasn’t wrong. That dress in other colors would look great.

The lace and breezy full skirt cut suited her, but seeing her there, a vision in white, had me wanting even more. More than I had ever thought. Her makeup was soft, natural. Her lips a nude color with a shimmer of gloss, her lashes curled, and a soft tone of pink at her lids made her seem to glow. But it was her hair that made my hands itching to touch her. Her dark strands stood out against the light-colored material. Cascades of silky, soft curls tumbled down her back and over her shoulders. She moved her head slightly, and I had to swallow. She had pinned half of it up with a matching white bow.

I watched Fox smile at her, pressing a kiss to her forehead before tangling his fingers with hers. “We should get going.”

“Oh, wait, I can pack up—"

“No need.” I smiled as I walked toward them. I handed her the travel mug of coffee the moment I was close enough, and the smile she gifted me with made me feel a little weak in the knees. “We got you all taken care of.”

“Before we go.” Carey stepped in closer. The three of us stood around her. Fox at her right, Carey at her left, and I was in front of her. We were crowding her, but from what I could tell, she didn’t seem to mind. “We need you to know something, Serena.”

“Okay,” she drawled slowly.

“We want you to know that no matter what, if you want this to go further or you don’t, your job is never in jeopardy,” Carey voiced. I could see a weight lift off her. “We try something, you don’t want to work for us directly, there are other departments you could work for. Different companies even. All at the same rate you make now.” I tried not to make a face at Carey’s words. Having her work for someone else was the last thing I wanted. I liked seeing her at any time throughout the business day.

“Okay.”

“You have the control here.” I cleared my throat. “You tell us how far you want to take these next couple of days, no matter how much or little we do, there is no pressure for more, okay?”

“Just like that?”

“We like you, Serena.” Fox brushed the hair away from her neck. “We like you a lot. We want things we have no right asking you to try with us.” His voice sounded like gravel. “But to be clear, we are not about to take it back.”

“Just, umm, to be clear. We’re going on, umm, a date? The four of us?”

“Date,” Carey repeated, like he was trying the word on for size. I knew for a fact dating and Caraway Monroe didn’t mix. But he wanted Serena the same way we did.

Forever.

“We can call it that. But fair warning, baby girl, we’re playing for keeps. This isn’t dating just to get off and move on. This is us pursuing you for more. For always.” Her eyes searched each of ours before she nodded silently.

“We’re going to need the words, baby girl. Or I’m gonna have Daddy Ronan take you to that couch behind us and drape you over his knee,” Careys voice drawled slowly, but my eyes were pinned on Serena. The look on her face would be seared into my mind ‘til the day I died. “Fox and I are gonna sit and watch him pull up the skirt of that really pretty little dress you’re wearing and watch him teach you a lesson,” Carey threatened filthily. My hands fisted at my sides, itching to make the scene he’d just painted a reality.

Spanking Serena.Sweat started to form at my neck, and I knew she was turned on. Her chest heaved up and down, and if I wasn’t mistaken, I could make out the imprint of her tightened nipples against the lacy material of the top of her dress.

“Okay. I, umm… yes, to dating and, umm…” Her face heated, and something changed in the air. It was like the three of us were highly in tune with her as we closed in, pressing our bodies around her.

“Yes to what else, Serena?”

“The couch and you and them watching.” My cock fucking throbbed, and I could have sworn the three of us growled almost simultaneously.

“Fuck,” I cursed and watched Fox drag his lips against her temple. She shivered.

All our plans. The flight, hell, Club Sin almost faded away from my mind. I was ready to do exactly what she wanted. And wasn’t that a kick in the balls? We were there wanting to be her daddies. To cherish and protect her. Love her in a way no one else had an no one else would come close to, but she was calling all the shots.

She had the three of us wrapped around her little finger, eating out of her palm.

I was ready to toss all the plans to the side and get things started right then and there. By the look on Fox’ face, he was, too. Thankfully, Carey’s mind was clearer than ours.

“Soon,” the prick promised, kissing the other side of her temple. I moved in and kissed her on the lips because I was a selfish bastard.

I kissed her hard, roughly.