Page 41 of Room Thirty: Perfect Little Doll
“I’ve never felt more comfortable in my own skin than in a bed with the three of you,” I admitted.
Part of me thought I should be more careful. Protect my heart. And maybe I did the last six months? The attraction and chemistry had been obvious between us. Throughout it, there had been moments when we were pulled toward one another in one-on-one moments. But I had always been the one to pull away and run away scared.
I’m done running,I thought to myself, and I couldn’t believe it. We didn’t make sense! Four people in a relationship? No one would understand it. But what in my life had made sense?
But this? This did.
“Good.” Carey’s agreement vibrated against my ear, snapping me out of my thoughts. I glanced up at him, his dark eyes steady on mine. I couldn’t believe everything we’d already done, and it hadn’t even been a full twenty-four hours since they’d picked me up from my apartment. Not even two complete days since they’d each kissed me and took a chance on me, on us.
“Hmm.” “Yup,” the other two agree with him.
“Does that make me a slut?” I found myself asking out loud. I wasn’t worried about the question sounding needy or whiney. Not with them. Not anymore. I’d quickly come to understand just how much they got me. Wanted me. Maybe even loved me.
“No, baby girl. You’re not a slut. What we do together is our business. No one else’s,” Carey reassured me, and the other two agreed.
“What else is going on in that pretty head of yours?” Fox asked. I licked my lips.No more holding back, I reminded myself.
“The daddy thing.” Something flashed in Fox’ eyes, and when my gaze moved to the other two, it reflected the same way.
“Yeah? What about it?” Ronan asked.
“I just, umm…” I couldn’t seem to spit it out.
“Nothing to be nervous about,” Carey muttered against the top of my head, and my body relaxed completely, melting against him. “I just, I was wondering is that, like, your guys’ thing or, umm, a kink or—" I shook my head and winced. It wasn’t that I was nervous. I just felt a little tongue-tied. “I’ve just never, well, umm…”
“Played?” Fox guessed, and I nodded.
“Is it just playing? Or is it an always thing?”
“We don’t expect you to call us daddy when others are around, but when we’re home and it’s just the four of us, we wouldn’t mind the nickname,” Carey shared. “If you only feel comfortable when we play, that’s okay, too,” he added.
“But to answer your other question, no. This is new. We’ve never wanted to be called daddy before… You—" Ronan kissed my shoulder. “Just you, Serena. You’re different.”
“Why me, though? I’m not anyone special or—"
“Shhh… uh-uh, we’re going to be very clear right here right now, even though you’re surprising us already.”
“What do you mean?”
“Okay,” Fox sighed. “I think we should have this conversation with you wearing a little more and us out in the living space.”
“Agreed,” Carey added, and Ronan nodded. Before I knew it, my pajamas were right back on my body, and I was all bundled up in a robe.
“Do I have to wear this? It’s not actually cold.”
“You do,” Carey muttered. “You’re too fucking sexy and adorable in those damn silky pj’s.”
“You got them for me,” I reminded them, and the three men grunted almost in unison. The sound had me giggling as I sat down on the couch. Two men flanked my sides, while Ronan sat in front of me on the coffee table.
“Okay. Better?” he asked, and Fox nodded.
“Let’s clear the air, then.” Ronan scrubbed his face and reached for my hand. “As you know, we like you.” He winked with a flirty smile.
“And I think you guys got that I like you, too,” I shared softly.
“Thank fuck,” Fox muttered at my side under his breath, and I giggled.
“I think what he means is we’re happy about that. Look.” Ronan’s jaw flexed. “I know this isn’t easy. The three of us aren’t the easiest of people to get along with, much less get involved with,” he started off, and I made a face.