Page 53 of Room Thirty: Perfect Little Doll

“Look at these ruined holes,” he growled. His hand mixed both Carey and my fluids against her pussy lips and the small of her back. Carey held her as Fox moved in and took his spot, fucking her pussy with renewed vigor. The fucker had her tits bouncing against Carey’s face. He latched on to a nipple, and she cried out for her daddies all over again. She came hard, her back arched up against him as his face buried at the center of her back and he nutted in her nice and deep.

The three of us made sure to move in closer. Our hands never left her body as we stroked her with a firm, loving touch. Fox straightened and slipped out of her pussy, making sure to wait to watch his cum slip out of her. “Look at you, beautiful. She’s fucking gorgeous wearing the three of us,” he mumbled, and he wasn’t wrong. She sighed happily as she cuddled her cheek into Carey’s chest.

She lifted her head, and we didn’t take our eyes off her. She smiled, her big brown eyes sleepy and slightly hooded but completely satisfied. She grinned before surprising the hell out of us.

“When can we do that again?” she asked. The three of us chuckled and fell into bed. Her body was between Fox and Carey’s, while I was at the end of it by her feet.

“Soon,” Fox promised. She sighed, flipping over to rest her head against his shoulder. “We just need you to rest. We went a little hard on you.”

“It was perfect,” she whispered. A blush spread from her face down to her chest. Jesus, she was magnificent.

“I’m glad you think so. Nap. We have all of tomorrow here, too. There is no need to rush,” I shared, rubbing her feet. She purred, and it wasn’t five minutes later when our horny, little girl was sleeping soundly.

“She’s ours,” Fox noted, and I couldn’t agree more.

“Finally,” Carey grunted.

“Thank fuck.” I chuckled with a huff. My hands stroked her calves. That was when we discovered something Carey’s PI’s and my stalking could have never discovered.

Our perfect little doll snored adorably. And we wouldn’t change that or anything about her.

Ever.

Epilogue

SERENA

I walkedinto the kitchen and smiled. The space was large and open. Despite it being dark out, the white cabinets and walls around me seemed to brighten the space even more. I reached for a bottle of red and opened a drawer to get a wine opener out.

“What are you doing?” a deep all-too-familiar voice asked behind me, and I found myself smiling. I did that a lot more now.

The last five years had been nothing short of a dream. I straightened my back, making sure to pop my booty out a little more as I glanced over my shoulder. Ronan’s eyes drank me in from when he stood. Up and down. The heat behind his dark gaze would make you think I was in one of the lingerie sets they liked to surprise me with. I was wearing one, but he didn’t know that. There was no way he could be able to tell under the long sleeved teal bodycon dress I was wearing.

But then again, none of my men needed much to get turned on when they looked at me. The thought was empowering. I loved how they loved me. I’d never, not once, doubted how they felt about me and me about them since that trip to New Orleans.

“What does it look like I am doing?” I asked with a sly grin on my face. Ronan wasn’t amused, though.

“That’s not the kind of wine you like, though.”

“I know.” I winked. “It’s the kind you like.”

“But I’m fine.” He shook his head and went to the fridge. I knew what he was going to try to do. Grab a bottle I liked. But that wasn’t what tonight was about.

“I want this one.” I set the bottle down and walked toward him.

“You said it was too dry and—"

“You love it. I want to surprise you guys tonight.”

“Surprise us? Tonight?” He frowned, and I smiled on the inside. I was finally catching them off guard.

Any time I tried to surprise them with anything, they were always one, two, sometimes even five steps ahead of me. Not one of them forgot a thing. Not a birthday, holiday or anniversary.

But tonight was special all on its own.

“Yes, surprise you.” I got to work opening the bottle, and he frowned. I knew he was dying to step in and pop the cork for me, but Ronan could probably read me better than anyone.

He knew I was in a mood.