Pucking Obsessed (Bay Rebels #4)

Chapter 18

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Captain’s Hall, Freedom

S hay

I can’t believe that we lost the game last night.

Scratch that.

We had our arses bloody handed to us.

After the game, we had our arses handed to us again by coach.

Then a final time by Colton, presided over by a smug Heine.

I hate Heine.

I don’t need to know the man to know men like him.

His arrogant gaze swept over the exhausted players, as if we were his playthings to have fun with or break, depending on his mood. At that moment, the owner of the club didn’t appear to have made up his mind.

Yet D’Angelo is breaking anyway.

He was totally silent.

He didn’t talk back or defend himself. He didn’t say anything at all.

Seeing him take all that shit but be lost somewhere in his head broke my heart.

Back at Captain’s Hall, D’Angelo shut himself in his bedroom. I’m definite that he spiraled into an OCD episode.

Eden was set to break down the door and be there for him.

Robyn stopped Eden, however, insisting that if D’Angelo wanted space, then we should give it to him.

She knows D’Angelo better than Eden and I do.

What she doesn’t understand as well, however, is the type of trauma that my bleeding heart is screaming D’Angelo was hiding from last night.

Perhaps, D’Angelo doesn’t need space but to know that he has people who he can talk to around him.

People who won’t shame him…because he was off in that game.

It’s the fault of whoever left that costume in the fetish shop. They hurt D’Angelo. What they’re doing now is hurting him all over again.

Who are they? How much danger is D’Angelo in?

I hid everything that happened to Eden and me our entire lives.

I thought that if I talked about my past to someone, then they’d look at me differently. They’d blame me for the abuse and think that it made Eden and me dirty.

Trash.

Less , somehow.

But Robyn didn’t.

D’Angelo didn’t.

Perhaps, D’Angelo needs to know the same?

I bite my lip.

The night is freezing. I rub my hands against the cold.

I’m standing by myself on the flat roof of Captain’s Hall.

I’m dressed in my favorite scarlet, silk shirt, black leather jacket, and jeans. Eden has retouched my metallic nail varnish and added smoky eyeliner for me.

I’m dolled up as sexily as possible for Robyn’s surprise birthday drinks.

Who’d have thought that my Robyn was birthdayphobic?

D’Angelo is still showering, since I sneaked in to take mine first.

Stealth showering is one of my talents.

Eden has taken refuge in our bedroom. He’s decided, after an entire day of tearing himself apart, that his anxiety is too high to go with us tonight.

He’s ashamed of that decision. He’s pretending to be buried in a book.

Books are his shield.

Why face the real world, when you can hide in a book?

I use the stars in the same way. And sometimes Netflix.

I tip my head back to study the stars. They will always be my escape. They have been since I was a kid.

Somehow, your own problems don’t feel as large, when you realize now large the universe is.

What’s better is that it doesn’t cost anything to study them. I’m not sure that I’ll ever get used to dating a millionaire or the type of wealth that’s around me.

I’ve always had to find my enjoyment for free: running in the open, drawing, and watching old horror movies.

The world is a brilliant and beautiful place.

I’ve faced the worst monsters. But I’ve survived.

Every day, I’m floored by how fresh the air smells, the brightness of the leaves on the trees, the fluttery sensation in my stomach each time that Robyn smiles at me.

I have a new home, family, and life.

See? Brilliant and beautiful.

Last night, however, the Predators savaged us because the Bay Rebels acted like prey.

D’Angelo is an amazing captain, man, and boyfriend.

He holds the team together. When he falls apart, the rest of the team try everything that they can to rally around because they respect the shit out of him.

But it wasn’t enough.

I still don’t know what happened, apart from the fact that the man I love more than life itself freaked out.

I sigh, adjusting the tripod on my telescope.

I glance up at the sky. Then I smile. It’s a clear night. The stars and moon are pinpoint sharp against the black backdrop.

Perfect for stargazing.

I run my hand across the cold telescope mount. It’s gleaming bronze. It’s exactly how I always dreamed that it would be.

I’ve been desperate for a proper telescope like this, since I was a kid.

It took being frugal with my money to afford it. But then, I had a lot of practice at that back in college.

I’m sending most of my pay back to my parents.

In fact, Eden and I did a Zoom call on his computer with Mum earlier. It was evening for her, just before she switched between her two jobs.

There were shadows under Mum’s eyes like always, but she still smiled tiredly. Her brunette hair hung in a messy pony tail, and strands fell around her heart shaped face.

“Where’s Dad?” I asked, rocking in my seat with happiness.

“Sorry, sweetheart, he had to work overtime.” Mum sat too close to the ancient computer, which I’d used for my college work, like she always did. I’m sure that she needed glasses. My brow furrowed. Was she refusing to get her eyesight tested because of the cost? “He wanted me to tell you how bloody proud he is.”

“I lost the last game.”

Mum waved her hand. “It doesn’t matter if you win or lose. It never has. We’re both still proud of you.”

My eyes smarted with tears. “Thanks, Mum.”

“To think that my sons went to college. You’re both so smart. And now you have jobs in America . No one around here can believe it. Is that boss of yours treating you right, Dee?”

Eden nodded.

Mum pressed her fingers to the screen like she believed that she could touch our cheeks, if she tried hard enough. “I miss you, boys.”

I forced myself to smile, even though my chest ached. “We’ll visit as soon as we can.”

Only, I had no idea when that would be.

“Did you get the money?” Eden burst out.

Mum looked confused. “Money, sweetheart?”

“It’ll be in your account.” The moment that I transferred the money, was the best of my life. When I actually bounced in my seat, Eden placed his hand on my knee to still me. I’d been imagining saying this to Mum for years. The feeling was better than I’d fantasized. “Just some of our pay checks. You don’t need to worry about doing anything. I’ll simply transfer it each month.”

Mum frowned. “We don’t need your money. I told you that, when you took your first jobs. You should be spending what you earn on yourselves and saving for your new lives. Let’s not quarrel over this. Just take it back.”

My expression crumpled. Deflated, I sank into my seat.

I turned my head to the side, unable to answer because my voice would be unsteady.

“It’s for a holiday.” Eden’s fingers tightened around my knee. “You need a holiday. To somewhere abroad with beaches like Spain. We won’t take the money back.”

Mum looked startled at his determined tone.

My brother never spoke like that to her. In fact, he hardly spoke more than a sentence at a time to my parents.

Mum glanced between us, before her expression softened. “This is important to you.”

Eden and I nodded.

Mum brightened. “A holiday to Spain…? Your Dad would love that. I mean, we’d have to take time off work…”

“There’s enough to cover your lost work,” I offer, straightening again.

Hope soared through me.

“ A holiday ,” Mum repeated like the idea was becoming real in her mind. “Thank you. That would be… I have the best sons in the world .”

I smile at the memory.

I’ll work on Dad to make sure that they go. I didn’t realize just how amazing a holiday could be, until I went on the road trip for the Bay Rebels.

I want my parents to experience that.

I also want to pay back my parents for adopting Eden and me. They’ve told us many times that we don’t need to.

Except, they were the ones who started to teach me that family didn’t only mean pain.

Without them, I could never have trusted Robyn and D’Angelo.

Learned how to love them.

My adoptive parents saved me, as much as my twin did.

I grimace, holding my hand over my stomach. It’s bruised all the way up to my left shoulder.

Luckily, I didn’t end up with a broken rib from the brutal game last night.

On the other hand, it was a good excuse for Robyn to strip me naked afterward at Captain’s Hall, tie me motionless to her bed like I love with her silk scarves, then rub arnica cream into every inch of me.

I’m not sure why she thought that my cock and balls were bruised…

I wasn’t complaining.

See, every cloud has a silver lining.

This is how you take pleasure from pain. I’m good at that.

I grin.

I really must be the luckiest man in the world, right?

I slip my phone out of my pocket, as excitement wells in me.

Fifteen minutes ago, I sent Robyn the simple message: star emoji, followed by a question mark.

Robyn replied with a cheeky string of emojis, which amounted to sexting dirty talk, including a disembodied tongue, taco, and exploding head.

Possibly she’s receiving a mind-blowing tonguing from one of the other blokes and is using one of her free hands to text in the middle of it to tell me that she’ll be up soon, after she’s come.

I hope that she’s with D’Angelo.

His grumpy face, when he saw Robyn texting me as he put in all that effort between her thighs, would have been classic.

Or my preference, is that her text means she wants my tongue buried in her pussy, while we stargaze.

A guy can hope, right?

We can have our own celebration for her birthday underneath the stars.

At the moment, Robyn only knows that we’ve been invited to Merchant’s Inn.

She should have finished getting dressed by now, unless she’s not finished in a different way,

I shift from foot to foot, before reaching to fiddle with the telescope’s mount.

Perfect.

No one else comes to this spot on the roof. It makes me feel peaceful. I need a space that’s entirely private to me, where I can be my own person.

Where I can be alone, even away from my twin.

Perhaps, I always will to make myself feel safe.

I had one at college as well. Blythe beat the shit out of me because I refused to show her where it was.

Robyn is the only woman who I’ve trusted to show this part of myself.

When I share the stars through the telescope for the first time, I’ll be sharing my sanctuary.

I also share myself, unreservedly. I’ve revealed every fragment of my soul to Robyn.

It’s why I’ll shatter, if she rejects or abandons me.

I’d do anything for her.

It’s dangerous. I fucking know it.

Yet I accept the stakes because Robyn is worth it.

When I hear a noise behind me, I swing around.

Robyn is clambering up the ladder onto the roof.

A smile lights up my face, which is brighter than the stars in the sky. “Evening, love.”

I stride across the roof, catching Robyn as she accidentally hooks her high heel on the final rung and tips forward.

“Hello.” She blinks up at me.

She looks like a bloody goddess.

Robyn’s dress sparkles, as if it’s emerald stardust. It’s long and sweeping with a slit up to her thigh. Her red hair is pinned up on her head with a simple silver clip, which glitters on the end with a single diamond.

Is that new?

It looks like something D’Angelo would give her. It matches his cuff links.

I run my hand over the clip. “This is nice.”

Robyn smiles, as I steady her onto her feet on the roof. “It’s a gift from D’Angelo. I’m worried about him. He’s barely spoken since yesterday. But he came to my room with this. He said that he’d been planning to wait until my birthday but he thought that I could wear it tonight.”

I hum, leading Robyn to the telescope. “He chose well. It suits you, love.”

“He knows my taste. He knows me .” Robyn’s eyes crease with happiness, but I stiffen. D’Angelo has spent a lot on her gift. Did I make a mistake with mine? “It’s thoughtful. I can tell that he took time to pick it out himself. Although, kind of rude that he said he chose it because he’d noticed my hair was always falling into my face.”

I laugh.

“That’s our Jude. He likes everything tidy. I’m amazed that he hasn’t tossed out my leather jacket and Harley and bought me the same suits as he did my brother.” I shudder. “Can you imagine me pulling that off?”

“Why stop there? To stop your constant eating of jam with your fingers, kicking muddy footballs around inside, and dropping hair gel over counters, he could keep you propped naked in his closet wrapped in saran wrap.”

I arch my brow. “Kinky. What if I’m into that?”

Robyn chuckles. “What if I am?”

“Jude would be a very happy dom.”

Robyn smirks. “As long as certain fun parts of our body were left free…”

“Good thinking. We’d need something to do to entertain ourselves in that closet.”

I pull Robyn to the telescope.

My stomach is churning with nerves. This telescope is bloody special to me. No one before Robyn has shown an interest in my passion for the stars.

I’ve not offered to allow anyone else to look through this telescope either.

It means a lot to me to share this with Robyn.

I hope that she understands.

I also hope that she’s going to like the present I’m making for her birthday.

Making, not buying.

I don’t have the money to buy diamond clips.

But then, Eden told me what Cody had said about previous birthdays and why Robyn didn’t celebrate them.

Her abusive piece of shit ex ruined them for her.

He never appreciated the amazing woman in his life. Instead, he had his PA select expensive jewelry that showed how little she meant to him.

I want to make something that shows she’s my everything.

I’ve had a lot of practice of handmade gifts.

I’ve never had money before. My parents couldn’t give us pocket money. At college, my earnings from shop jobs went on food and accommodation.

Christmas and birthdays were brilliant with my adopted parents anyway because we were together. We were happy. And I felt loved.

What else matters?

Eden and I crafted gifts for our parents and each other: handmade bookmarks, a bouquet of paper flowers, and knitted scarves.

The gifts that Eden made were better than mine.

He could bake cakes and chocolates. He was also incredible at woodwork, crafts, and needlework.

I didn’t have his patience or concentration.

I once ambitiously tried to knit Dad a Christmas Santa sweater, which ended up looking like something out of a horror movie, as if Santa’s face was melting. The arms were different lengths, and the sweater was riddled with holes.

I ducked my head, expecting Dad to laugh.

Instead, Dad’s face lit up. “I love it.”

He valiantly wore the sweater the entire day.

Dad’s fantastic like that.

Although, to be fair, Mum must have quietly hidden the Nightmare on Santa Street sweater away because I didn’t see it again after that.

Hopefully, she burned it.

“It’s a clear night,” I explain, patting my telescope. “We can finally watch the stars together.”

I hold my breath.

Don’t shatter my heart. Don’t shatter me. Don’t shatter…

Robyn cups my cheek. “Thank you.”

Two words.

So simple.

Innocent.

Thank you.

But they mean the fucking world to me.

Because Robyn gets it.

My shoulders slump. I hook my arm around Robyn’s waist, pulling her close against my chest.

Her fingers tighten around my cheek, and she leans up to kiss me.

It’s tender and soft.

Robyn’s gaze is mischievous, however, when she draws back without taking her hand from my cheek. “And after you’ve made me wet with your hot, nerdy side, scientist man, what’s your answer to my text?”

I smirk.

So, I get to be the one worshiping her pussy under the moonlight.

When I slide my gaze deliberately slowly downwards, Robyn shivers. “I’ve fantasized about being on my knees for you, while you stargaze. It’d be my honor, love.”

“Sweet talker.”

It’s true.

Robyn’s cheeks flush.

She looks even more eagerly at the telescope. “We only have a quarter of an hour, before we’re meant to be leaving. We’d better start. You’ll have to work hard. I don’t want to be late to my own surprise party after…”

She stumbles into an awkward silence.

I stare at her in shock.

“You know?” I pull back from her, rocking on my heels. “Shit.”

Robyn wraps her arms around her middle. “Whoops. I didn’t mean to admit that. I’m not the best liar.”

“How did you find out?”

Robyn arches her brow. “A sudden night out at Merchant’s Inn? Neve insisting that D’Angelo comes along, despite in her WhatsApp with Code and me refusing to call him anything but puck boy or sometimes simply dick stick for variety? D’Angelo giving me this clip and suggesting that I wear something special ? You getting dressed up with that seriously sexy eyeliner? Honestly, I don’t think that I can take the credit for being an awesome detective for solving this mystery. You guys are simply worse than me at keeping secrets.”

“Oh.” I tilt my head. “Is this the part where you bust my balls?”

“Why?” Robyn smiles, warmly. My heart leaps. “It’s my brother’s idea, right? I know that Code is trying hard to make my first birthday back home special…different…to the last six years. Plus, the rest of you are trying too. I appreciate it.”

Suddenly, my eyes widen.

Panicked, I take a step closer to Robyn again. “Can you at least attempt to look surprised in a convincing way, when we get to the bar?”

“I’ll try,” Robyn says, sounding dubious. “I don’t know if I can pull it off.”

“It’s just that your bro may think that Dee is the one who betrayed his trust.” Troubled, I meet Robyn’s gaze. I will her to understand how important this is. It’ll wreck Eden. “It was a big bloody deal to Dee that your brother told him. Also, that he invited him first. No one’s done that before. I hadn’t even thought about that, until Dee told me. I feel like a bastard, but it’s true. They’d invited only me or us together, as if twins are the same person. Then when my bro wouldn’t show because of his social anxiety, my friends gave up on even bothering to invite him.”

I watch Robyn’s face intently, as she takes a moment to process this.

My heart speeds up.

Then she looks determined. “I suck at acting but I’ll practice my surprised face in the taxi on the way there. I won’t damage Eden’s friendship with my brother. It’s special.”

I puff out a relieved breath.

I should have known that Robyn would be awesome about this. She gets Eden’s difficulties with relationships and emotions better than any other woman has.

I sigh. “I wish that Dee could manage tonight. I’m sorry—

“Don’t,” Robyn says, sharply. I startle. Then she adds, more gently, “Please, don’t apologize for your brother’s needs.”

“Habit.” I look down. “I’ve got a lot of shit for it from…everybody…our entire lives. I’ve become good at making excuses for him.”

“You never need to again. I won’t expect Eden to go to a bar or a party. He’s already intending to try to cope with the Halloween party. Two big events in one week is too much for him. We’re going to have our own private birthday celebration together anyway after the final game.”

My gaze heats up. “And that’s the event that I can’t wait for.”

“Neither can I. I also can’t wait to feel your tongue.” She leans closer. “Guess whether I’m wearing any panties or not.”

I moan. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

“And you’re still standing.” Robyn arches her brow in an imperious way that does funny things to me. “Kneel.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

I love the way that the Ma’am makes her gaze darken and her expression become more dominant.

I have the power to flip that switch in her.

In turn, it makes me feel more powerful, even as I slip fluidly onto my knees in front of Robyn.

The roof is cold through my jeans. When I shift for a moment uncomfortable, Robyn pets my hair.

Her touch settles me, and I still.

“I’ve set up the telescope, so that you can bend and look through it,” I say.

Robyn eagerly bends down, at the same time teasingly sweeping her dress to the side. Through the high slit, I can see that she truly isn’t wearing any panties.

Her pussy is already glistening.

I lick my dry lips, eager to dive in and sweep my tongue up it.

“What am I looking at?” Robyn’s eye is pressed to the eyepiece.

“Can you see two bright stars, which are close together?” I kiss down her inner thighs, and she struggles to stand still. “The constellation forms an ‘o’ shape.”

I lick an ‘o’ shape around her clit in illustration.

“Fuck.” Robyn’s breathing speeds up. “W-w-what was that shape again?”

I chuckle against her clit, then I playfully flick her with her tongue.

I repeat the ‘o’ circling of her clit. “Wouldn’t people learn things faster this way?”

“I see it.” Robyn gasps. “What’s the constellation?”

“Gemini, the twins.” I kiss Robyn’s clit in reward. “The two brightest stars are Castor and Pollux. The twins were so close that when one died, he begged the gods to unite them. They were united immortally, therefore, as stars.”

I lick down Robyn’s pussy, taking my time to savor her taste.

“Ten minutes left, before the taxis arrive.” Robyn’s thighs are quivering. “If I don’t come in two minutes, then we won’t make it.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

She groans, when I pull back from her cunt. I’m enjoying tormenting her and taking this slow.

Two minutes is still long enough. I can make this challenge. But I like the adrenaline rush of pushing things close to the edge.

Then the thrill, when I don’t fall off the cliff.

When I survive.

“Keep stargazing.” I kiss Robyn’s other thigh. “This is the only constellation that Dee took an interest in. He’d sit on the step with me and look up at it. Two brothers united forever. He felt more real, if he could see himself reflected back in the stars.”

I graze Robyn’s clit with my tongue.

“He also felt that we were safe and together up in the sky, separated from everybody else. But I want to be part of this world again. I want us both to step back into it. You’re the woman who’ll be caught between us… loved by us .”

I circle her clit.

“Shit, don’t stop,” Robyn whispers. “One minute.”

I speed up my movements, at the same time as slipping one finger in and out of her soaking pussy. Robyn’s back arches, but she doesn’t stop looking up at the stars.

The intimacy of this — the stars and sex — makes me feel like I’m in a dream.

“Is this good, Ma’am?” I ask.

“You are,” Robyn murmurs. “My good Castor.”

My cock hardens, but all my focus is on my goddess’ pleasure.

She’s my world — my fucking universe .

The silvery moonlight sparkles on Robyn’s dress and the diamond clip in her hair.

I feel like a mortal who is bloody lucky to be allowed to worship her.

All of a sudden, Robyn comes, clamping her thighs around my head to keep me firmly in place and at my job.

I suck on her clit, as she finally drops her hands to grab onto my hair.

“Shay,” she gasps like her own orgasm has come as a surprise.

I’m caught safely tight between her thighs, my forever home.

I will spend the rest of my life dedicated to making this gorgeous woman happy. I will spend just as long hoping that she never shatters my heart.