Pucking Obsessed (Bay Rebels #4)

Chapter 5

CHAPTER FIVE

Captain’s Hall, Freedom

S hay

Robyn singing to herself happily — off-key — is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world.

The most beautiful is her coming on my tongue, when my head is buried between her thighs.

I love her so much that it hurts.

Once, love meant pain. But this type of pain is different.

I know that it means I’m giving my everything to this woman.

She’d break me, if she decided that I’m not enough.

I’m not.

I don’t know if she realizes that.

I glance over my shoulder at Robyn’s soapy back, as she lies in the rose scented oil bath. Her damp hair hangs over the side. Her eyes are closed.

Her rendition of “I Will Survive” is heartfelt enough to be a response to the bloody bastards from the meeting.

Or possibly a response to returning to the taxi and discovering that D’Angelo had slipped his jacket over her shoulders not because she was cold but to hide the fact that she’d started her period, while wearing her ivory suit.

Her neck and cheeks flushed. She sank down in her seat.

But then, to my surprise, she laughed. “Did I tell you about the time my periods started? I was swimming in the sea with Code. As soon as we walked onto the beach, the blood ran down my leg. My brother freaked out, screaming to Dad that I’d been bitten by a shark. He grabbed me by the shoulders and started patting me down, trying to find out where I was bleeding out from.”

I chuckled. “I’m keeping that story in my back pocket against all the anecdotes that your brother is sure to sneak out of Dee about me.”

“There aren’t any embarrassing childhood stories about you, surely?” D’Angelo deadpanned.

“Good try, but you’ll have to use harsher torture methods to get them out of me than that.”

“You’d enjoy it too much.”

“I would.” I looked concerned at Robyn, whose expression was tight. “Okay, love?”

“Cramps.”

I gently massaged Robyn’s lower abdomen. “I’ll run you a hot bath, love. What would make you feel better?”

“D’Angelo buying me what I need,” Robyn said with a mischievous glint in her eye.

Then like the brilliant boyfriend that he was, D’Angelo nodded, although he looked terrified like he was being sent to war.

At least Robyn can feel better by getting some enjoyment out of this.

I smile.

She’s fucking beautiful.

Sunlight streams into the room through the open window over the gleaming marble surfaces, blue walls, and the free standing claw bath that stands in the middle.

I often take showers in the spacious, walk-in shower in the corner. I appreciate how spacious it is, when I’m on my knees, using my mouth on D’Angelo. Then afterwards, when he washes me with a loving care that I never expected anyone to show me.

Sometimes, D’Angelo is gentle with me now.

Tender.

Normally, he’s like that with Robyn and not me.

But just sometimes , I see glimpses that he loves more than my tight arse and hot mouth.

It’s enough for me to cling to the hope that I’m worth more than that to him.

It’s like he sees me as a real boyfriend who is equivalent to his girlfriend.

Well, not quite.

Because how could he love me as much as the woman who he’s waited nine years to get together with?

My nose wrinkles at the rich, meaty scent of spaghetti Bolognese, which Eden is cooking downstairs.

It’s D’Angelo’s favorite meal.

When I first arrived back at Captain’s Hall, and I explained to Eden what had happened in the meeting with wild gestures and cussing, Eden quietly offered to cook the meal.

He also offered to burn down Heine’s mansion.

Or simply, to burn Heine.

Eden shows that he cares in simple ways like that.

I vetoed the arson and told Eden that the meal would be enough to cheer up D’Angelo.

It’s hot in the bathroom. The steam has misted the mirrored back wall.

Sweat drips down my neck, making my scarlet t-shirt cling to me.

This is a missed opportunity to have slipped out of my jeans and t-shirt and returned to Naked Weekends.

I will when D’Angelo returns. At the moment, he appears to be having a panic attack.

I turn my back on Robyn again, trying not to laugh as I hold up my phone.

I lean against the corner wall. “It’s simple. Just don’t buy her panty liners. You’ve had harder missions. You’ve got this.”

“Panty liners? What the hell are they?” D’Angelo sounds baffled and moments from snapping. “Fuck, this isn’t even…it’s adult diapers.”

My smile widens. “Adult diapers, darlin’?”

“I panicked and grabbed the first thing on the shelf.”

How many years has it been since D’Angelo has shopped in a drugstore for himself? In Freedom’s drugstore?

I’d love to take him back to my home in England and have him live my old life for a week.

In Guildford, D’Angelo would look like he’d landed in another world.

“You sound more stressed than you did in the meeting,” I point out.

He huffs. “The meeting was bullshit. Plus, it was simple. A bunch of assholes trying to destroy me. On the other hand, this is about making the wrong choice for my principessa, when I promised that I’d buy…what the hell is all this…?”

I can hear rustling like D’Angelo is picking up whole armfuls of products and dumping them into his basket.

I’d give anything to see that.

“Sanitary pads, tampons, and menstrual cups…?” I offer.

“Did you know that they make more options than they do types of condoms?” D’Angelo replies, grumpily. “How am I supposed to know what’s the right one?”

“D’Angelo and the quest for the Holy Tampon.” I laugh.

“Keep going, cucciolo,” D’Angelo growls, “and you’ll be the one wearing it in your tight little cunt. ”

I swallow, unable to hold back the whimper.

My cock twitches.

The sexy bastard knows what it does to me when he talks to me like that in his cold, deep voice.

I’m sure that he could make me come in my pants untouched over the phone like this.

But he’s in public. I hope no one can hear him.

I know how careful he is with our secret. But still, just the idea that maybe they can hear me being spoken about like that makes my cock twitch again.

I straighten, suddenly feeling even hotter.

Running my hand through my hair, I’m suddenly hyper aware of the gorgeous naked woman in the bath behind me.

“Promises, promises,” I reply, knowing that my voice is strained.

“Damn it, I’m buying one of everything,” D’Angelo murmurs into the phone. “Then I’m coming home to fuck your cunt, while Robyn watches. I’ll give her a show to make her feel better. For now, keep her relaxed. Pamper her like our goddess deserves.”

“Yes, Sir,” I say because payback is a bitch.

I know that the Sir is going to make D’Angelo as hard as I now am.

And he still has to pay for the products and drive home.

Smugly, I switch off the phone, before D’Angelo can threaten to spank me. I slip the phone into my pocket.

Then I spin back to Robyn.

She’s stopped singing and is playing with the rose petals in the bath, pretending not to have been eavesdropping.

Her wide grin, however, gives her away.

“Is D’Angelo freaking out?” She asks.

I swagger to the bath, throwing myself down onto the cold floor next to it. “I’m amazed that he hasn’t already stocked up this bathroom with tampons. The bloke is thoughtful enough to have everything else delivered.”

“It’s stocked with my favorite shampoos, bath oils, and skincare stuff. He’s taken the time to notice what I like best. That’s either stalkerish or romantic.”

“He buys Eden hair gel and his products too. He doesn’t even take it out of his salary.”

Eden didn’t say anything, when he discovered his favorite shit had been bought for him, but I knew how touched he was, just like he was at the suits that D’Angelo had made for him.

D’Angelo is a good fucking boss… brother to Eden.

“What about you?” Robyn asks, carefully.

I shrug. “I don’t need anything. But I’ve discovered that I have a favorite soap: It’s the one D’Angelo uses. It smells spicy, smoky, and sensual. I like that we both smell the same, when we use it. It’s better than in dorms. I always ran out of shit there and would just turn up the water in the communal showers to make up for it. Scalding water can clean you, right? But this soap makes me feel like a king.”

“It should do. It costs over one hundred dollars a bar.”

I pale. “Fucking hell, love. I’ll stick to hot water. But you deserve spoiling by D’Angelo. Just don’t tell me the price tag.”

I pick up the bottle of champagne, which Eden thoughtfully chose from D’Angelo’s collection for Robyn, when we arrived home.

Then I pour a fluted glass of it for Robyn.

Fuck knows how much this shit costs.

I prefer not to know that it could cover my parent’s rent for a year.

I kneel up next to the bath, enjoying playing Robyn’s servant. She deserves to be waited on, and this role play is sexy as hell.

I pass Robyn the glass. “Here you are, Ma’am.”

Robyn’s gaze flashes in the same way that D’Angelo’s does, when I call him Sir.

“Good boy,” Robyn praises, “looking after your Mistress.”

“Always.”

“And what are you going to do for me?”

“Anything.”

I mean it.

I’d do anything… give anything …for Robyn.

Does she know how much power she has over me?

That I hold nothing back with her?

I’ve never risked laying myself bare like this with anyone before.

Eden’s worried about the risk that I could be broken for real this time. But I can’t stop these feelings.

It’s frightening.

Sometimes, however, that’s what I need: the adrenaline rush of fear.

I push my t-shirt firmly up my arms, before trailing my fingers in the hot water. “I’m here to serve.” My gaze becomes heated. Then I can’t hold back my laughter. “And my Mistress almost ended up in a diaper.”

Robyn chokes on her sip of champagne.

I hurriedly pat her on the back.

“D’Angelo does know that this is real life and not a kinky role play, right?” Robyn looks at me with startled eyes.

“He’s just bought out half the store.” I play with Robyn’s tendrils of hair; she looks like a wicked siren. “He didn’t date anyone before you, right? He was separated from his family. He’s been isolated from the real world in some ways. Eden has this type of barrier between himself and everyone else. It’s how he protects himself. I know that he doesn’t understand shit. Yet I’m learning that millionaire playboys can be just as clueless. It’s cute, and I’m not telling Jude that. Especially as he’s trying so hard to be a good boyfriend.”

“He is a good boyfriend.” Robyn’s smile is soft. “His move with the jacket was smooth.”

“So, why’d you send him to the drugstore? Was it a test? Wait, do you have a special reward for him?”

Robyn scrunches up her nose. “Not unless you count a kiss. I only sent him in order to take his mind off that dumpster fire of a meeting. I didn’t want him to spiral into one of his OCD episodes. I mean, it wouldn’t be a surprise if he had, considering he’d been screwed by the owner of the entire club and humiliated by his own assistant coach in front of the entire board. It was brutal.”

I wince.

It was.

It fucking broke my heart .

D’Angelo took Eden and me under his wing. He’s been a brilliant mentor.

He’s also been my hockey idol since I was in college. Actually, when I was only a teenager.

I had his poster on my wall. I watched his games and dreamed that one day, I could play as well as him.

At college, I practiced until I passed out from exhaustion to keep my scholarship. My coach told me that I was too short to play in the NHL like the players that I worshiped.

But now, here I am.

I still don’t know how I got lucky enough for a hockey god like D’Angelo to have taken notice of me. But I’m not going to let some bloody men in suits tear down this titan of the sport that I love.

D’Angelo is a better man than all of them put together.

I frown, sitting back on my heels.

I should have noticed Robyn’s needs like D’Angelo did. But I was shaken.

Actually, I was too focused on the jealousy, which surged through me, every time that I looked at the Goth imp who was hitting on my man .

I don’t give a fuck that Heine is the club’s owner and my boss.

A red mist settled over me from the moment that Heine touched D’Angelo, making him uncomfortable. Then when he targeted his career, siding with Colton and the board.

I could have torn off Heine’s balls, when he tried to get D’Angelo to meet him alone, despite D’Angelo saying no repeatedly.

It triggered my own bad memories with my ex-domme and abuser from college, Blythe.

How many times did I tell her no , only to be ignored or gas lit?

Red, red, red.

I screamed my safe word, but she didn’t listen or stop punishing me.

It’s taken D’Angelo and Robyn to help me trust that consent and boundaries mean something.

I’m safe in my submission.

I can let myself go, revealing my scarred soul, knowing that they’ll stop, if I need them to.

For the first time in my life, I can allow myself to believe that my twin and I have finally found a family and home where we’re safe.

Yet the powerful men in that meeting room, led by Heine and Colton, want to rip that away from all of us.

They’re crucifying D’Angelo.

Why do they hate him? Or are they undermining him to get to coach?

Do they know the truth of our polyamorous relationship?

Does D’Angelo have more secrets in his past?

I wrap my arms around my middle, ducking my head.

I can’t lose this refuge.

Or my brother and my new freedom.

“Hey,” Robyn reaches one wet finger to tip up my chin, “my sweet servant, it’s going to be okay. We’ll figure this out together.”

“Sweet, huh?” I dip my head to capture her finger with my lips, sucking it like it’s a cock.

Robyn gives a shocked breath, when I gently nibble her finger.

My gaze becomes half-hooded.

“Clearly you’re more of a bad servant. Or are you a vampire one?” She laughs. “Can I have my finger back now?”

I let it go with a final lick.

Robyn’s pupils are dilated. Her cheeks are flushed.

I rest my elbows on the lip of the bath. “If Jude is kicked out of the Bay Rebels—”

“He won’t be.” Robyn’s mouth is drawn in a firm line. “You’ll win those games. I have faith in you. Plus, D’Angelo has written in the Guide a rule that we get to act out a secret fantasy every time that you win a game.”

“You should have led with that. I’m winning that reward.”

“I spoke to Dad after the meeting. He has faith in you too, in his gruff way, or he’d never have spoken up. He’s insisting that Colton take extra practice to prepare you for the games. He also wants to keep an eye on Colton I think. It’ll be a tough week, but hey, we’ve got through worse, right?”

“Bloody understatement, love. But those idiots have just given us the motivation to come together as a team and score higher than we have the entire season. This could be an opportunity to show those VIP bastards just how good we are. And I won’t be separated from my captain, no matter what happens. If they boot Jude out, well… wherever he goes, so do I.”

“He won’t let you throw your career away on this.”

“I wouldn’t be throwing it away. I’d be choosing us.” I reach to take Robyn’s champagne glass from her to place it down on the side of the bath.

Then I touch each of the gleaming rings on her hand in turn: one from Jude, Eden, and me.

I trace more slowly over each of the stars on the ring that I gave her.

It makes my heart leap every time that I glimpse it on her hand, when she’s doing the simplest things from putting on her lipstick in the mornings to typing on her laptop.

I give her a heated look. “Mistress.”

This may only be role play, but the word feels more right than it ever has.

I feel more settled and grounded.

I’m falling into the right headspace.

My limbs feel light. For the first time, since coach turned up at the beach house, my mind is clear of thoughts and worries.

All that matters is pleasing my Robyn.

All that matters is bringing her pleasure.

All that matters is my goddess .

I bend over and kiss each of the rings lingeringly in turn.

Robyn’s breath hitches.

She reaches to run her fingers gently through my hair like she can’t believe that I’m real. Then she tightens her hold on my hair, yanking.

I hiss, as her tug sends delicious tingles through my scalp.

I pretend to pull away but only so that Robyn will pull on my hair again.

She does.

I allow myself to be tugged into a hard, unyielding kiss.

Robyn tastes deliciously of fruity champagne. I deepen the kiss, as she pulls even more fiercely on my hair.

When we break apart, we’re both panting.

“I love you,” I whisper.

Robyn arches her brow. “Presumptuous for a servant.” Her beautiful emerald eyes are playful, even if her words are haughty. “Aren’t you here to serve?”

She shoves me downward, and my nose touches the oily, petal filled water.

The intoxicating rose scent makes my head spin, as much as her commanding attitude.

My cock is painfully hard in my pants.

She finally releases me with a reassuring stroke to the back of my head.

“May I serve you like this?” I murmur, as my lips graze the water.

My fingers break the skin of the water, slipping beneath to massage across Robyn’s stomach.

She struggles not to move.

“Yes,” Robyn gasps. “Keep working.”

“Like this?” I check in.

I slip my fingers just above her clit.

She’ll be sensitive at this time of the month everywhere. I’m going to drive her wild teasing her like this.

Robyn is trembling.

“M-m-more,” she demands.

And I’m going to give it to her.

Tomorrow, I’ll have to work with Colton. I only ever wanted to learn from him, try my hardest, and make the most of my opportunities within the NHL.

But today, I want to look after the woman who I love and find joy in service, as much as Robyn is loving being served.

Instead of using my fingers, however, I turn my head and lick just above the waterline underneath Robyn’s breasts.

She shudders in shock.

Robyn’s ex-husband, Wilder Talon, was an abusive dick who didn’t have a clue how to please a woman. He never made her come first and he definitely never concentrated on what parts of her body made her feel good.

If she’ll let me, I’m going to spend my life showing Robyn that she deserves to have a man on his knees worshiping her curves.

When I glance at Robyn from underneath my eyelashes, she looks like she’s already close to flying apart.

My lips curl up at one side, as I raise my lips to the part of her body that’s also most sensitive right now.

I lick over her left nipple. Robyn’s back arches. The water sloshes, and my t-shirt is soaked.

I hold Robyn down by the hip, as my breathing speeds up.

“Fuck, yeah,” she moans.

I flick my tongue back and forth across her peaking nub, before grazing it lightly with my teeth.

When she trembles, I kiss around her breast, worshiping my goddess.

She’s close to coming.

Almost there…

Finally, I look up at her, and our gazes meet.

“I want to serve you my entire life, Ma’am,” I say. This time, we both know that I’m not acting. “I’m yours.”

Then I dip my head to Robyn’s breast and suck on her nipple.

Robyn throws her head back, burying her hands in my hair.

She splashes the water over me like a baptism as she comes.

I’m reborn in this woman’s arms.

I can forget about tomorrow’s practice on the ice with Colton.

Forget about the dangers of the next three games.

And forget about anything but our all-consuming love.