Page 43 of Room Thirty: Perfect Little Doll
“I think so.”
“Everyone’s relationship is different. There is no one way to have a commitment to someone.”
“Commitment?”
“Oh, yeah. We want that. We want forever with you, Serena. We will figure out the legalities of when we get married—"
“Married?” My eyes widened. “We haven’t… you guys haven’t… what if I’m not what you want once we go there?”
“You’re fucking adorable if you think shit between us isn’t going to set the sheets on fire around us.” Fox grinned.
“The only reason we haven’t taken things further is because we want to do this right. We wanted to bring you out here because this was the first place the four of us traveled to together,” Carey pointed out. I smiled at the reminder.
“That’s right,” I whispered. I had no idea why I’d forgotten that.
“Club Sin is special to us, and we want to share it with you.”
“Don’t you need proof medically that you’re safe?”
“Has our girl been researching our sex club?” Carey asked. I bit my bottom lip. “Don’t do that, baby. You’re going to hurt yourself. If anyone is going to bite your lip, it’s going to be your daddies.” His warning only made the ache between my legs grow. “You like that,” he observed.
“I do.”
“You just had a physical,” he reminded me.
“Yeah, I did. HR said…” I blinked. The pieces came together. “That was you guys?” I guessed, and they nodded. “But I don’t have the results with me.”
“Don’t worry, I do.” Carey winked. Something dark flashed in his eyes.
“Why do I have a feeling there isn’t much you three don’t know about me?”
“That’s because there isn’t,” Fox admitted, and they all just shrugged like getting someone’s private information was no big deal. Yet even though it should have creeped me out or made me see some kind of red waving flag, it was the opposite.
“I want to try to be your baby girl,” I found myself saying out loud.
“No, baby.” Carey leaned in, and so did the men at my sides. Their body heat covered me, surrounded me in the best of ways. “You’re going to be our perfect little doll.”
“What does that mean?”
“You’ll see,” he rasped before pressing his lips against mine. “Kiss each of us.”
“What?” I swallowed as I stared at them wide-eyed.
“Kiss us and head to your room. I think it’s time you go and get ready, don’t you?”
“For what?”
“Room Thirty.”
Fox
I’d beenon edge for what felt like too fucking long. No matter what I did, it never took that ache away.
“You’re going to ruin the hardwood floor if you don’t stop pacing back and forth,” Carey muttered. I glared at him. Carey was one to talk.
“We should have helped her get ready.”
“Fox, breathe.” I glanced at the Rolex on my wrist. Every minute felt like a fucking hour. “You saw how we get when we’re together. If we helped her, we would never get out of here.”