Chapter 29
Captain’s Hall, Freedom
Robyn
I swallow, flushing.
When D’Angelo points at my final wrapped gift, which Shay is pushing into the middle of the rug along with the Wheel of Fortune, I settle down in front of it.
Eden edges behind me, pulling me between the V of his thighs.
I love the feel of his arm, as he wraps it around my waist.
I’m careful not to lean heavily on his ribs.
He watches me over my shoulder, when I spin the wheel. It makes a snicking sound, as the rubber flipper turns, hitting the stainless steel pins.
There are mysterious hand drawn pictures in each of the sections: panties, a candle, feather, and something that looks suspiciously like lightning.
What the hell is this game?
Did D’Angelo make this for me, despite how hard he’s been working?
Where has he been hiding it? He’s as sneaky as I am.
I’m naked, but warmth rushes through me.
Each of my men has thoughtfully made me something. There was a tiny part of my mind that was hard to suppress, which made me believe that they’d forget or use their money to buy me something meaningless.
But they haven’t disappointed. They never do.
“Well, that’s a goofy smile.” D’Angelo sprawls out further on the couch. “How do you know if you like it, when you haven’t opened it yet?”
“Because you made it for me,” I simply reply. “But aren’t Shay and you meant to be at practice in about an hour?”
D’Angelo’s gaze softens. “You’re more important than hockey, cara mia.”
“More important than any job,” Shay adds.
“I sent an email in my role as PA to coach.” Eden kisses behind my ear, and I shiver. “I requested medical leave from practice on account of their injuries. Mike sent in an official doctor’s report.”
My eyes widen. “What did Dad say?”
Eden’s expression becomes firm, but I notice the way that he glances at Shay, who is already looking guilty. “It doesn’t matter. I’m screening that from the players.”
Eden is taking his duty to protect our family seriously. He’s clearly decided that Dad is a threat.
I wish that I hadn’t come to realize that Eden is right.
I wish with all my heart that he wasn’t.
Yet Eden still doesn’t believe that he’s also worthy of being protected.
He is.
I’ll protect him. Somehow.
“The point, principessa, is that we’re prioritizing you because you deserve to be. You always have. Also, did you forget that you held a contest for the best kisser? We worked hard to please you. You judged us equal winners in different ways. I promised that I was planning something for your birthday, a special kink game. I’m going to make sure that you enjoy celebrating your birthday from now on.”
Excitement rushes through me but also an overwhelming emotion that I can’t name.
Is this being finally seen ?
Eden brushes his thumb in soothing circles on my hip.
I duck my head. My hair hangs over my face.
“Cara mia,” D’Angelo says, quietly. “Your ex-husband didn’t leave you satisfied. That selfish asshole made you feel that the important thing during sex was that he came first and whether you came was irrelevant. I wish that I could tear off his balls for that alone. I know that you rarely come from vaginal penetration alone but I hope that we’ve been showing you how many ways we can still make the experience mind-blowing for you. I want to make every one of your fantasies come true. I’ll spend my life spoiling you. Today is going to be the wildest of your life.”
I stare at him in wonder.
Does he mean that?
I’m breathing hard. My hands are clenched on my lap. The blush has spread to my chest.
D’Angelo, my best friend, the man who I let get away at college, and my second chance.
I finally see him as well.
I want to spoil and make his fantasies come true for the rest of his life as well.
Does he understand that?
I run my fingers over the edge of the cardboard wheel. “What is this?”
“The Wheel of Kink,” D’Angelo replies.
Shay kneels up, eagerly. “Since we were all winners, we get three turns, right?”
“Open your final gift, principessa, and the answers will be revealed.” D’Angelo straightens his tie.
The cocky asshole is enjoying the mystery and power.
I fucking love it.
“Help me,” I offer to Shay.
Shay holds up his bound hands, casting me puppy dog eyes that would melt the hardest heart.
Well, not D’Angelo’s.
I grab the end of the ribbon leash and yank Shay closer. Then I run my hand through his hair.
Shay leans into my touch. His breathing slows, and his eyelashes flutter.
He truly does start to drop with the smallest of caring and gentle gestures, as much as rough, painful ones.
Is D’Angelo starting to realize that?
I take Shay’s wrists between my hands and undo the loose knot, before unwinding the ribbon.
“There.” I lay the ribbon to the side and massage the circulation back into Shay’s reddened wrists. “I’ve unwrapped my pretty gift.”
Shay quickly leans forward and steals a kiss. “Thanks, love.”
His lips taste sweetly of chocolate.
He must have been stealing the chocolate cake icing in the kitchen, while Eden was baking.
I lick over Shay’s lips to chase the taste.
He moans.
“Let’s open the final present together.” I turn back to the large gift, which is wrapped in scarlet paper.
I push the Guide to the side, then Shay enthusiastically helps me to rip the present open.
Eden narrows his eyes. “You look like a rabid squirrel.”
Shay laughs. “I love opening presents. This is the largest one that I’ve seen.”
My heart squeezes at that.
I’m glad that I asked Shay to help me open it.
I stare at the expensive looking mahogany chest, which has been revealed.
It’s large and carved with 22 in the center. Moonstone is pressed in swirls around the chest like ice.
“It’s beautiful.” I trace over the 22 . “This is…”
Actually, I don’t know what it is, apart from being one of the most stunning things that I’ve been given.
D’Angelo is watching me closely. “It’s a play chest for sex toys. I used Shay’s list of kinks and our fantasies, which are written into the Guide, to know what to buy. Open it.”
Well, fuck.
“You are the best boyfriend, darlin’.” Shay nudges my shoulder encouragingly.
I lick my dry lips, before I open the lid.
The chest is lined with luxurious red velvet and fitted into compartments. It’s also filled with new toys.
I scan over them, hungrily. I don’t know what half of them are but I can’t wait to find out.
“Is this all right?” D’Angelo asks.
“It’s more than all right. It’s every fantasy that I have rolled into one. I can’t wait to explore these.” I worry that Eden is quiet but then, he often is.
I glance over my shoulder and am relieved to find that Eden is simply studying the chest’s contents with curiosity.
Shay snatches up a professor’s wooden ruler, snapping it across his palm.
Then he winces. “Sorry, I forgot the rule about not punishing myself. But this was too tempting. It’s like letting me loose in a candy store.”
“Put it back.” D’Angelo’s gaze hardens. He turns the full force of his dom face on Shay. He makes a sexy but intimidating professor without even trying. I lick my lips at the thought of Shay as his student. Hurriedly, Shay scrambles to replace the ruler and back away from the chest. “This is how it’s going to work. Each of the symbols on the Wheel of Kink relates to an item in the chest. We each have a spin. Whatever it lands on, we use on the birthday girl.”
I bite my lip, already wet at the idea.
I struggle not to inch my hand to my clit.
A little bit of uncertainty and fear (because I don’t know what will be used), only heightens my pleasure.
D’Angelo gives me a knowing look.
He still glances between the three of us. “Is that okay with all of you?”
Shay nods.
“Wait, three turns…?” I check.
“Three turns and three orgasms.” D’Angelo’s eyes gleam.
My mouth falls open. “ Three? ”
“You can take it. Eden?” D’Angelo stands up and strolls to the rug.
“What if I don’t know how to use the item?” Eden asks.
“Then I’ll coach you through it.”
At last, Eden nods.
“At any time, you can use your safe words: red, yellow, and green.” D’Angelo grabs me by the hair and lays me down beneath him. My breathing becomes ragged. His tie trails between my breasts. I’m impossibly aware that while he’s fully dressed, I’m lying here in the lounge in the full daylight naked. “Now, we’re going to take turns ravishing you, birthday girl.”
D'Angelo kisses me, slowly and thoroughly.
It feels like the world stops.
Shay grips my hand on one side, his twin on the other.
I don’t notice that D’Angelo’s lips have left mine, until I hear the snickering sound of the Wheel of Kink spinning.
I already feel warm and safe caught between these men. They’re dangerous and ruthless but not to me.
And never to each other.
Laid out like a sacrifice, I lazily turn my head and watch the Wheel of Kink spinning.
What will it land on?
When it stops on the picture of a hand, I blink in confusion.
“What does that mean?” I ask.
D’Angelo looks delighted.
Uh-oh.
“It means,” D’Angelo grabs me around the middle and hauls me over his lap, “that you’re getting a bare bottomed hand birthday spanking. You’re twenty-eight today, right? So, twenty eight smacks it is.”
I laugh, pretending to struggle but actually using the opportunity to rub my pussy against D’Angelo’s lap.
D’Angelo knows exactly what I’m doing but he lets me get away with it for at least a minute.
This is for pleasure, after all, and not a punishment.
Finally, however, D’Angelo chuckles as well, wrapping his arm around my waist and holding me still. “Don’t move, there’s a good girl. Damn, I love your ass. Cucciolo, count for me.”
“Yes, Sir.” Shay lies next to me.
I can feel his hot breath next to my ear. It’s comforting in a way that I didn’t know I needed. But somehow, Shay did.
I hear Eden shuffling around to kneel over his brother.
When D’Angelo runs his large hand down my spine, I arch into his touch
I sigh, relaxing.
Then D‘Angelo brushes his fingers along the sensitive skin of my thighs, before finally smoothing over my ass.
The first slap is light, barely there.
“One,” Shay murmurs into my ear.
The second smack is harder on the other side.
“Two.” Shay’s lips graze my ear. “Three. Four. Five.”
It’s like Shay is part of this experience in an intimate, perfect way. At each spank, which stings but only enough to spread a delicious warmth through to my core, his counting binds us together in the heat.
Sweat beads between my shoulder blades. My skin prickles.
When I close my eyes, it’s like Shay is inside my mind — my soul.
“Nine, ten, eleven,” Shay counts.
“I want to see her face.” Eden bunches my sweaty hair in his hand and tugs my head up.
My eyes flutter shut.
Everything is blurred in my mind but in the best way.
I’m floating on the pleasure, which D’Angelo is igniting on my ass. His erotic spanking is so skilled that I never want it to end. Each smack is aimed to send shock waves thrumming to my pussy.
Have I ever been this wet?
“Seventeen…” Shay nibbles my ear.
Eden kisses me on the count.
Like the final piece of the puzzle slotting into place, I kiss Eden back.
Finally, I feel complete.
Eden kisses me now on each count.
I feel like I could take fifty, a hundred, a thousand spanks, supported by these twins’ words and kisses.
D’Angelo rewards me with loving strokes over my burning, red ass between his strikes.
I smile at the image I must make over his lap and the thought that I must match Shay’s ass.
We really look like two pets now.
“Twenty-four, love,” Shay murmurs.
When Eden kisses me, I can’t stop myself from eagerly pushing up my ass for the next spank.
How am I this close to coming already?
Just from being spanked?
Is this possible?
D’Angelo gives a deep chuckle, massaging my skin.
Fuck, that’s good.
D’Angelo pushes my thighs wider apart, feeling between them. When he caresses my pussy, tapping my clit, I whine.
Eden peers into my face, not allowing me to look away or hide my reactions from the sensation.
I blush.
“Look how wet you are.” D’Angelo runs one finger down the length of my pussy, before dipping it in at the same time that he spanks me.
“F-f-fuck.” My eyes shoot open.
“Twenty-five.” Shay sounds breathless like he’s struggling not to come simply from watching.
I’m shaking, teetering on the edge of coming from the casual way that D’Angelo is sliding his finger in and out of me at the same time as running his thumb over my clit alone.
If he spanks me again while doing that to me, I know that I will.
My blush deepens.
“I told you that you’d come for me.” D’Angelo rubs more insistently over my clit.
“I’m going to…” I warn.
“Not yet.” D’Angelo slaps me harder on my sensitive inner thigh and then again, on the other side.
“Twenty-six, twenty-seven,” Shay says, as his brother swallows my yelps with his kisses.
The pain is bright and sharp. It clears my mind enough to pull me back from the edge… just.
I take a deep breath, as D’Angelo removes his fingers from my pussy.
I moan in disappointment.
For a long, intense moment, I don’t know what is going to happen next.
I shiver.
“Come for me now , birthday girl.” D’Angelo snaps his fingers down across my pussy.
It’s unexpected.
Shocking.
Electric.
“Twenty-eight.” Shay captures one side of my lips, while his brother takes the other in a final kiss.
They’re both hungry to share in my scream, as a shuddering orgasm is torn deep from my soul.
D’Angelo strokes his hand over my reddened ass, before patting it. “Good girl. You were perfect for us.”
He leans down and kisses my reddened ass.
I shiver again at the feel of his cool lips on my hot skin.
Then he circles my ass in comforting circling motions, while Eden loosens his hold on my hair, petting me.
I’m practically purring.
I feel boneless. I could lay over D’Angelo’s lap forever.
Finally, however, D’Angelo encourages Eden to move back, then for me to sit up. He settles me on his lap with his arm around my waist.
I rest my head on D’Angelo’s chest. I pull a face, when my sore ass rests on his thigh.
D’Angelo pushes my hair back in order to study my face. “How are you feeling?”
“Better than I have in my life. Like every worry has just been spanked out of me,” I reply.
D’Angelo gives one of his genuine smiles that makes butterflies swarm in my stomach.
“I know how that feels.” Shay rubs his own ass, ruefully. “Jude has magic hands, and you were incredible, love.”
“Who gets to spin the wheel next?” Eden’s gaze darts to me and then away. “Shay.”
Dazed as I’m feeling, I catch the undertone to Eden’s question and then his instant assumption that his twin will go next.
Does Eden think that this game is going in order of my preference or a hierarchy somehow?
No one in this relationship stands above the others.
“Why don’t you spin one after the other and then use the items on me at the same time?” I tilt up my chin.
I need to prove to Eden that Shay isn’t still the golden child simply because he spoke as a kid and later, had less difficulty being social and outgoing.
They can pleasure me together as a team.
Because that’s what we are: A team.
Shay quirks his brow. “Feeling adventurous?”
I snuggle closer to D’Angelo. “Aren’t I meant to be treated on my birthday? I’m ordering kinky twins.”
“Here,” Shay announces, cheerfully.
Eden’s molten gaze simply meets mine. I can read him well enough to know that he’s relieved.
D’Angelo gently nudges me off his lap. “Go and help the Terrible Twins. You’ll need to identify the items for them in the chest.”
Intrigued, I knee walk to the chest.
I scan over the contests, excitedly.
There must be hundreds of different toys in here: dildos, paddles, lingerie, leather cuffs, and some things that I don’t recognize.
Shay grabs his brother’s hand and pulls him to kneel next to the Wheel of Kink.
“You go first, Dee,” Shay offers.
He understands Eden as well as I do.
When Eden spins the wheel, I watch to see where it’ll land.
I’m hoping for the pretty lace panties that I can see at the front of the chest…
Finally, the flipper lands on a picture that looks like a purple mouth.
Does that mean tonguing?
I’m happy with that.
Eden turns to D’Angelo. “What is it?”
“A purple clitoral stimulator.” D’Angelo points to the back of the chest. “It has three settings. I’ll show you how to work it, Eden. I can’t wait to see you make Robyn come twice on endless waves of pulsing pleasure.”
My breath hitches.
Being talked about like this between my men, while they select toys to drive me wild, is doing something to me in the best way.
I select a purple, silicon toy from the back, which has a suction cup on the end of it.
I know where that is going. And I approve.
I pass the stimulator to Eden.
“Can you see the two buttons? When you want to turn it on, press the top one for six seconds.” D’Angelo trains Eden like he was always meant to do it. The two of them work dangerously well together. Who thought that having two doms was a good idea? Yep, definitely me. “Hold it again for the same time to turn it off. Increase the intensity with the middle button slowly. It’s powerful.”
Shay looks disgruntled. “Two orgasms? What about me?”
“You’ll be part of both of them. Spin the wheel,” D’Angelo commands.
Shay spins the wheel so forcefully, I worry that it’ll break.
“Cucciolo,” D’Angelo growls in warning.
Shay hunches his shoulders. “Sorry, I’m excited to see what I’ll get to give our Robyn pleasure.”
I smile.
From the first night that I meet Shay, he’s been focused on my pleasure first. It’s what drives him.
When the rubber flipper settles on a picture that looks like a leash, Shay’s shoulders straighten. “I already have my ribbon leash but I would always be up for putting my Robyn on one.”
“In your dreams.” D’Angelo snorts. “There are other places that we can leash you, cucciolo.”
There’s a dancing amusement in D’Angelo’s eyes that means Shay is in trouble.
Of course, in trouble is precisely where Shay adores to be.
“Look to the back right hand corner of the chest,” D’Angelo orders. “It’s small, leather, and studded with a short metal chain attached to it.”
“Got it.” I pull out the leash. “It won’t fit around Shay’s neck. Where does this go?”
D’Angelo smirks. “It’s a penis leash. Since Shay has gifted himself to you, fate seems to know what it’s doing. Your cock is our Robyn’s today.”
The tips of Shay’s ears turn red.
He places his hands behind his back, offering himself to me. “My cock and balls always belong to Robyn and you.”
The incredible gift of submission that he’s offering us not only today but every day is overwhelming. Also, the responsibility and duty that comes along with it.
I won’t hurt Shay like Blythe did.
I’ll never betray his trust or his breathtaking bravery for being vulnerable.
Instead, I waggle the leash. “Closer then, pet.”
Shay waggles his eyebrows playfully in return. “Three dominants against one. I like it.”
He remains courageously still, as I fiddle with the leather and work out how to fit it around his cock without pinching.
By the time that I’ve leashed Shay’s cock, sitting back to hold him by the pet’s leash, his cock is standing hard and proud.
Shay’s pupils are blown wide.
“Time for walkies.” I saunter to my feet, dragging Shay by his cock after me.
He yelps, scrabbling to keep up.
I glance over my shoulder, realizing that I am literally leading a man by his cock. And that man couldn’t look prouder to be led by me. Shay is strutting with his shoulders back and his head up.
He’s the proudest submissive.
This is how I always want him to look.
I’m desperate to kiss Shay’s smiling mouth, but I keep it together just long enough to make a circuit of the lounge. D’Angelo finally breaks and unbuttons his trousers to pull out his large cock and start stroking it to hardness at the sight.
D’Angelo’s gaze is heated, as he watches the two of us together.
Finally, I return to the rug, twirling to Shay.
Shay catches me in his arms. “You’re brilliant, love.”
“And you’re a good pet. I’m adopting you.”
Stupid brain.
I wish that I could stuff the words back into my klutzy mouth the moment that they spill out and I see the suddenly fragile expression on Shay’s face.
With his past, I don’t blame him.
“That’s good,” Shay tries to say, lightly. “My heart would shatter, if you sent me back to the pound.”
My chest tightens. “Never.”
I drag Shay down to the rug, sneaking a glance at the piano stool. I can’t wait to prove to him that I truly mean it, when I give him my ring.
I don’t let go of the leash, while Eden pins me to the floor with one strong hand, then slides down me to part my thighs.
He studies the clitoral stimulator, before intently studying my clit.
He’s taking this with a serious earnestness, which is making me feel the center of the world.
Voyeur that he is, D’Angelo continues to jerk off to the show that the rest of us are giving him.
Shay allows himself to be tugged by his dick to lie next to me with a hiss of pleasurepain . I’m beginning to love teasing that particular sound from him, as much as he clearly loves making it.
I startle at the cool sensation, when Eden parts the folds of my pussy with his fingers, then slides the silicon head of the stimulator up to encircle my clit.
My chest is rising and falling. I’m sensitive already.
What is it going to feel like when…?
“Setting one.” Eden presses on the stimulator.
A soft fluttering sensation on my clit makes me sigh in pleasure. I throw my head back and allow my arms to fall either side of myself.
“That’s a-a-amazing.” I curl my toes. “S-s-o good.”
“Kiss her gorgeous tits, cucciolo,” D’Angelo commands. “Overwhelm every curve of our good girl’s beautiful body with pleasure.”
“Yes, Sir.” When Shay kisses my tit in worship, it sends sparks of ecstasy through me.
He’s good at that. He’s fucking good at everything.
I try not to think about the methods Blythe may have used to train him.
Eden strokes his hand up and down my calf. “Two.”
I jolt, as the fluttering becomes a stronger suction almost like a tonguing but quicker.
Shay grazes his teeth over my tit, before sucking on it in a motion that mimics the stimulator.
Unexpectedly, the waves of my orgasm wash over me. I’m not expecting it.
It’s shocking and forced and feels deeper inside me than anything I’ve experienced before.
“Fuck,” I yell.
My back bows.
I yank on Shay’s leash without meaning to, but his gasp against my breast only pulls me through the aftershocks.
Instantly, D’Angelo dives to pin me in place, kissing me hungrily.
His gaze is dark. “Keep going. She needs her second orgasm.”
My eyes are glassy. My thighs are quivering.
Shay is still kissing between my tits.
“Color?” D’Angelo searches my expression, appearing to relax when he finds what he’s looking for.
“Green.” I’m floating higher than I ever have before. My words are slurred. “Green, green, green, and—"
“I think that she’s green.” Shay grins down across my body at his twin. “How about trying setting three, bro?”
Eden nods. “Three.”
An intense pulse hits my clit.
It’s sudden, shocking, and overwhelming.
It sets off a cascading orgasm, which wracks my body with a pleasure that teeters on the line of pain but is also more perfect than I’ve experienced before.
It’s life changing.
I scream and would be thrashing from side to side, but D’Angelo is holding me in place, studying my every expression and movement like this is what gets him off.
Actually, for a pleasure dom, it probably is.
“Turn it off.” D’Angelo glances over his shoulder at Eden.
Immediately, Eden turns off the stimulator and gently removes it.
My shoulders slump.
I’m hardly aware that someone is picking me up into their strong arms and carrying me bridal style to the couch, then settling me on their lap.
Someone is petting my hair and whispering good girls .
I glance through tired eyes at D’Angelo. Of course it’s him. He does the best aftercare.
Then Shay is wrapping a blanket around my shoulders, and Eden is sitting on the couch next to D’Angelo and raising a bottle of water to my lips to help me drink.
I feel wrung out in the best way and loved.
I smile. “I have a present for all of you as well.”
“Haven’t you just given us one?” D’Angelo wraps the blanket more firmly around my shoulders.
Then he beckons Shay over, unlooping the leash from Shay’s cock with a single, frustrating featherlight touch along the shaft.
Shay humps helplessly into air. “Cruel.”
“The gifts are something that I’ve been trying to give to you for a while,” I explain, ignoring Shay’s significant look down at his hard cock, “but I couldn’t find the right moment. This is it. You’ve all given me the best birthday of my life. I want to show you how much you mean to me.”
I stare down at the three rings on my right hand, which my men gave me on the road trip.
I can’t wait until they have something to wear as well.
When I glance up again, I want to keep the open look on Shay’s face forever.
“You may be confused about how birthdays work.” D’Angelo hugs me closer. “But who am I to refuse gifts? Gimme.”
I laugh. “You’ll never guess where I was hiding them.”
D’Angelo’s eyes narrow. “You little minx. No one can hide something from—"
“Shay,” I singsong, “why don’t you go and open the piano stool?”
D’Angelo’s lip curls back. “You didn’t.”
“Didn’t I?”
Shay bounds to the piano stool, leaning over to pull open the heavy lid. Then he pulls out the elegant silver ring box with an ah-ha of victory.
He holds the box above his head like he’s King Arthur who has just pulled the sword from the stone. “Look what’s here. Jude’s arse was on the secret all along, and he didn’t know it. You’re awesome, love. Will you join me on my side of the prankster war?”
“She will not,” D’Angelo replies, frostily. “I still have energy in my spanking hand, you know. How long is your gloating going to go on for, principessa?”
I grin, tilting my head. “I don’t know. I still have energy in my gloating…ehm…face.”
“Hmm.” D’Angelo gives Shay a warning look that this time has no effect at all because Shay is too preoccupied with smiling down at the ring box as he hurries across the lounge.
Shay passes the box to me like it’s a relic. Then he sits on the edge of the couch on the other side of D’Angelo to his brother.
I hold up the box. “You each gave me such beautiful rings. I wear them with pride. I promised that I’d get ones for you. I wanted to take my time and have special ones made. It was also important to me to get ones that were the same because although our relationships are different, being at varying stages with differing needs and dynamics, in my eyes you’re equal.”
Shay and Eden exchange a glance.
I wish that I knew what they were thinking.
Shay’s eyes are gleaming like he’s holding back tears.
I don’t know if I said the right words. But they’re true.
I flip open the lid.
The rings are nestled in black velvet.
A puck, which is lying on its side like it’s just been hit toward a goal, is sunk into the front of the platinum signet rings.
“See, I’m triple pucked,” I tease. “Three men, three loves, and I don’t give a puck what anyone thinks of that but us. I have my pendant and my rings from you. And you deserve something commitment wise from me.”
“That’s what this is?” D’Angelo questions. “A commitment?”
I’d call it a marriage , if I could marry three people.
“A lifetime,” I reply.
Finally, D’Angelo’s expression gentles.
His eyes crease at the sides, as his smiles. “And not a single day less.”
“They’re gorgeous.” Shay is staring at the rings longingly. “But won’t people connect the dots, if we’re all wearing the same ring?”
“I’m not wearing one,” I reply. “We don’t need to tell anyone anything. But if people do ask and you want to say anything, then you can call it male bonding like getting tattoos from having to live in this house as coach’s PR disasters .”
D’Angelo snorts. “We’ll start a trend. Don’t be surprised if the rest of the players become jealous and assume that it’s a team thing. They’ll all be wearing puck signet rings by the end of the season.”
Eden reaches out his hand like he can’t resist any longer. “I want it.”
“We’ll take them at the same time,” D’Angelo says, firmly. “How did you find out our sizes?”
I shrug. “You sleep more deeply than you know. Jude, yours is in the middle and the twins are on the sides.”
D’Angelo’s gaze darts to mine on my use of his first name.
The happiness that radiates from him makes me glad that I chose it.
I’m filled with joy, as my lovers select the right rings and slip them onto their fingers.
Plus, relief that they do in fact fit.
Shay twists his hand back and forth in the light, admiring his ring. Then he leans across D’Angelo to snatch his brother’s hand and hold it, pressing both their rings together.
He stares at them in awe. “Look what she gave us, Dee.”
“I see.” Eden’s searching gaze finds out mine. “She wants us.”
D’Angelo’s ringed hand entwines with mine. “We choose each other.”
Shay leaps up and whoops, dancing around the sofa. “We bloody won against Heine, won the games, and now, we’ve even been given rings! I’ll take this as winning at life, right?”
I laugh.
Shay attempts to drape himself over D’Angelo across the back of the sofa.
D’Angelo shakes him off but still smiles, fondly. “Careful of your ankle.”
Fuck, I love these men.
We’ve earned this moment of happiness together. Even if Shay is jinxing us.
This is the best birthday of my life because of my new found family.
Shay, naked, dancing, and beautiful grabs hold of Eden and pulls him up with him.
Eden looks as relaxed as I’ve seen him. The morning light streams over the tattoos on his arms and the flaming phoenix on his back.
The twins both look as beautiful on the outside as they are on the inside. They’re dancing because they’re wanted and not abandoned.
Because finally, they can believe that they’ve found their new family and home.
Each one of us has been rejected, abandoned, or labeled as broken. But together, we don’t see each other’s flaws but our strengths.
We stand against a world that would judge and tear us down.
Our love is strong enough, despite others dangerous obsessions.
I’ll never stop protecting these men as much as they protect me.
I know that it’s going to become increasingly hard as the season goes on. The pressure will be more intense to make the playoffs. So will the press scrutiny.
We can’t screw up this opportunity.
Colton may be gone from practice, but Dad has a side to him that frightens me and he’s still in charge. The dangers to our careers are greater than they were before, now we know how scheming the board are.
There are secrets and mysteries in our lives that I’m only just beginning to discover.
Now that we are being this vulnerable with each other, however, if we’re forced apart, it’d shatter our hearts.
How do I stop that happening?
Eden still needs to recover from his injuries.
D’Angelo has a long way to go to restore his reputation with the board and make his captaincy safe. The Misfits and obsessed fans are a ticking time bomb.
Shay needs time to rest his ankle, as well as be shielded from both the press and corruption of the sports world. He’s young and new to the NHL. He’s had an explosive, difficult start to his career that he wasn’t prepared for.
What’s going to happen next?
Unexpectedly, D’Angelo’s phone rings.
“Ignore it,” I groan. “It’ll be Dad, and I’m warm and comfortable on your lap.”
D’Angelo pulls his phone out of his pocket. “If coach is trying to bully us into coming into practice, then I’ll tell him to fuck off.”
Shay stops dancing and looks at D’Angelo wide-eyed. “You won’t.”
D’Angelo quirks his brow. “Watch me.”
My smile widens.
That would be the perfect birthday gift.
D’Angelo frowns at the number, before answering. “Who is this?” Then his frown deepens. “Under the terms of our deal, you’re not meant to be contacting me, Charles.”
“It’s Heine…?” I whisper.
My pulse races.
“What the hell do you mean you’ve been in contact with other people on my secret blacklist? Listen to me carefully. You’re in Germany and you’re going to stay there for decades. Don’t contact me again or threaten me. Wait, don’t hand me over to someone else…”
D’Angelo’s startled gaze shoots to Shay.
“Who else is there?” Shay asks, paling.
D’Angelo’s jaw clenches.
His hand on the phone is shaking, although he tries to shutter his expression.
Who the hell is on the other end of the phone now?
My heart is racing. I can hardly breathe.
D’Angelo’s eyes become icy, as he demands, low and furious, “ What do you want, Blythe? ”
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