Page 38 of Room Thirty: Perfect Little Doll

Never.

Not even when I was a kid.

I was always on the go and on high alert.

But as I woke up slowly, I knew I’d just taken the world’s best fucking nap. And I didn’t mind it. Not when Serena’s body was curled up next to me and we were in the middle of a huge-as-hell bed. Without thinking, my head dipped to the back of her head, and I let my lungs fill up with the scent of her shampoo and, well, her.

After our impromptu session on the airplane, she fell asleep on top of Fox’ body until about five minutes before we landed. We’d hated to wake her, but she needed to take her seat. Once we landed safely, we’d walked out of the plane and directly to an SUV with tinted windows and a driver we trusted implicitly, who took us directly to our hotel.

Keeping our hands off her, after fingering her and watching Ronan eat her, had been impossible. As she sat between Fox and me, our hands kept crawling under her skirt. Knowing she was bare beneath, her panties still in Fox’ pocket, we were able to tease and taunt her. We were assholes, edging her on until we reached the hotel.

Once there, we checked in quickly. Took our luggage in, and before rushing her out of the hotel to go explore the city, I put a cute lacey thong on her we had bought just for her. Seeing our girl’s perfect pussy covered in lace was incredible.

But in an attempt to fight temptation, we hurried out of the bedroom even though our girl had pouted a little, making a crack about how we could have a lot of fun indoors.

We’d gone out to lunch and explored the French Quarter.

Ronan and I had stood by and enjoyed watching her and Fox dance to some jazz music a band had been playing in the street. Ronan had held her hand inside a bookstore while Fox and I carried and bought the books she ooed and awed over despite her saying she didn’t need them. By the time we returned to our hotel, it was clear to us just how exhausted she was. She had confided in us that she hadn’t slept well the night before.

I offered to sit and watch a movie with her while the two others got things ready for the evening. But the day had apparently caught up to me while I’d sat with her. It seemed I wasn’t Superman after all. One too many sleepless nights during the last six months had been too much. Especially with Serena’s body perfectly cuddled into mine on the king-sized bed, because I had fallen asleep. I breathed in and exhaled slowly as I stared into the most beautiful pair of brown eyes I had ever seen in my life.

“Morning, sleepy head,” she whispered with a soft smile. Her hand rose and touched my face, gently stroked my jaw.

“Morning,” I muttered roughly.

“You napped,” she observed. Serena got to know me like we did her. She knew how little sleep I got on a daily basis.

“I napped.” My lips twitched.

“You should do that more.” She sighed contently.

“Nap?”

“Yes, but that’s not what I meant. Smile,” she noted. I leaned into her touch, shutting my eyes as I soaked in the sensation. “You’re always so serious. When you smile, I don’t know, it’s like a different Carey,” she whispered, making me meet her gaze head on.

“Serena.” I swallowed hard. My body started to come alive as I took in everything.

We were not only on the king-sized bed of the master bedroom of the suite we had checked into, but both of us were lying under black satin sheets.

“Napping with you was nice.” She shifted, and I felt her thigh.

It rose and hitched over my leg. Then a little higher. My arm wrapped around her, pulling her in closer on sheer instinct, placing her perfectly against my growing bulge.

“Serena,” I croaked, trying to warn her. From the silence throughout the suite, or at least what I could make out, Serena and I were alone.

The guys and I had rules.

Rules and plans set in place. It wasn’t that we didn’t want to have alone one-on-one time with her. We did. And we would, once we had broken the seal on us becoming an us at Club Sin.

But fuck me, I couldn’t remember a goddamn rule or plan or reason to shit in that moment. Not when I could clearly feel her hardened nipples against my chest.

“Serena.” I groaned her name in a deep drawl. She moaned, pressing even closer. Fuck, she was going to kill me.

“Daddy,” she whimpered the moment her hot center grazed my thickening cock.

“Doll, we can’t.” I swallowed. The word felt like acid in my gut.

“Why not?” she whined, but not before rolling over on top of me, and fuck me, I was too weak to stop her. Her body on top of mine was too damn tempting.