Room One Hundred and Eleven (Bred By Billionaires)

12. Carter

CHAPTER 12

Carter

I had no intention of sleeping with Poppy. Not in our bed. That’s why we set her up in our guest suite. But leaving her alone, even on the other side of the bookcase that separates the two spaces, didn’t feel right. What if she woke up alone and scared? What if we’d hurt her?

She’d passed out so hard.

Aiden’s puppy-dog eyes and Knox’s shrug convinced me to disregard my better sense.

And that’s how she ended up here, having too-intimate discussions in our personal space.

That must be why this crazy rush of possessive desire has flooded my veins.

We don’t invite women into our home.

Somehow, in less than twenty-four hours, our beauty has already been here twice.

And it’s getting harder to imagine the place without her.

“We’re not going upstairs?” Aiden wonders when I settle over Poppy instead of rolling from bed and scooping her into my arms to head for Club Sin.

“Too far away.”

Knox grunts his agreement.

Even Poppy nods as she arches toward Aiden for a kiss.

I stare into her eyes as she makes out with my best friend. “Today isn’t going to be anything like last night—drawn out and slow. You know that, right?”

“I’m hoping not.” She’s restless beneath me, sucking on Aiden’s tongue when he slips it between her lips. I trace the seam between them, pressing my finger in beside his tongue so she can draw on it too.

Fuck.

Leaving them to their kissing games, I snake downward.

Knox cuts in from the side opposite Aiden for a turn while Aiden catches his breath.

I peel the sheet off Poppy and unveil her to my boys, who both pause to appreciate her as if she’s fine art in one of the gallery openings we’ve attended.

Aiden worships her with soft caresses and squeezes.

Me, I only have one goal in mind. I spread her legs, propping her feet on my shoulders and shoving her knees flat to the bed, splaying her out like a butterfly.

Moans echo around us as we launch our triple assault on her senses.

I slip my fingers inside her, spreading her apart as I peer inside.

No idea what I’m looking for, aside from bruising, swelling, abrasions or any other signs that we abused her virgin pussy too harshly to do it again today.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask her if she’s okay when I spot something that shouldn’t be there.

A string.

Is she on her period? There’s no way. We would have realized it last night.

So what the fuck is this?

I follow the strand upward until it disappears through what I imagine is her cervix.

“What the fuck?” I freeze then rear back.

“What?” Knox laughs. “Going to spurt before you’ve done more than finger her this time?”

I remove my hand from her slickness and heat then encircle Aiden’s wrist, leaving a shining bracelet around it. “Feel this.”

Knox shoots us a glance like we’re weird, then goes back to making out with Poppy, keeping her oblivious to our efforts.

Aiden makes a fist so only his middle finger extends out as I guide him to our beauty’s pussy and fit him inside. The poor sucker is easily distracted. “She feels wet. And silky. And hot. Damn.”

“Keep going.” I press on his wrist so his knuckles are tucked tight to her core. “Deeper.”

She moans and squirms, too out of it to care what we’re doing as long as we keep doing it.

Except right then, Aiden’s expression goes from turned on to tragic in an instant. “I know exactly what that is.”

Yeah, me too.

He tugs on the string of her IUD.

“Oh crap!” Poppy would shoot to a sitting position if Knox wasn’t pinning her in place.

“Tell me you’re not wearing protection, beauty.” My mouth can hardly form the words. It’s set in a grim slash as dissatisfaction cuts through our foolish giddiness. I haven’t been this pissed or disappointed in a very long time.

Aiden’s eyes are big and green and hurt…like a puppy who’s been kicked.

Knox freezes, looking from Poppy—who can no longer meet our stares—to us and back.

“You knew the deal.” I glare.

“I didn’t, actually. Remember? I only read the contract last night.” She covers her face with her shaking hands. “And technically, I didn’t break the rules. It says no barriers. An IUD is not a barrier.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Aiden throws up his hands.

“A matter of semantics.” My hand replaces his on that damned string despite her wriggling to get away. “You signed it. You’re ours. And this is coming out.”

“Wait!” She flings her arms out. Is it because she hates the idea or because she doesn’t want it to hurt and ruin the rest of our day? “Don’t yank on that.”

“Tell me how to remove it.” I don’t care if Knox thinks I’m being too beastly or Aiden wants me to be soft with her. She crossed a line and I’m going to uncross it for her. “Better yet…”

I snatch the phone from the nightstand and hit *69 to talk to the Club Sin operator.

“Sir?”

“Is the medical fetish room available?”

“Right now?”

“Yes.”

“Let me check.” Some typing as my heartbeat hammers through my veins and the air crackles around us. “It is.”

“Not anymore. What number is it?”

He’s barely given me the answer before I bark, “We’ll be right there.”

“Yes, sir.”

“What’s in that room?” Poppy asks with a gulp.

“An exam table, complete with stirrups and restraints. All sorts of tools and medical devices.” No fluffy blankets, candles, and romance there. Exactly what I need. Clinical furniture and equipment to rid her of her not-a-condom.

This will be perfect.

To strip her birth control so we can possess her as we thought we did last night, except without the dangers of romantic sex.

Her eyes grow wide.

No more tenderness. No more soft light and flowers.

Cold, hard sex and playing by the rules. That’s what we’re going to do.

Maybe then I’ll be able to exorcise my need for her with a few more ball-wringing orgasms while regaining control of me, and my boys. We were flirting with disaster.

Now we can play this game right.

Hard, fast, edgy, and intense. By the book.

The way we work best.

Fucking Poppy out of our systems before we get derailed from our mission and start daydreaming about things that are truly unrealistic. Like falling in love with a woman we just met who seems perfect for us in every way. “Grab her kit. Let’s go.”

Poppy shrieks as I lunge for her.

Aiden swings open the bookcase and dashes into her suite to retrieve her medical supplies. Knox laughs at her outrage—both at the previously concealed connection between our spaces and my manhandling—as I easily put her over my shoulder and swat her ass when she claws at my back like the naughty beauty she is.

I’ll be happy to punish her as soon as we make it to neutral territory.