Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
Freedom Mansion
Robyn
I smile, attempting to look like I’m thinking about fun things like the custom-made knotted dildo that I ordered yesterday, rather than the death threats on my phone.
Although, it doesn’t help because some of those death threats also involve creative uses of dildos.
Better not to share that with D’Angelo, especially the one that included the glow-in-the-dark monster toy…
The security team are logging each of the threats. They don’t believe that they’re serious, however, more like a venting of rage and disappointment.
I hope that they’re right.
The press has been misogynistically fascinated by the coach’s daughter with a harem of famous male lovers, while the superfans are more focused on D’Angelo’s abandonment of them by choosing both a male and female lover.
To them, the team are property who shouldn’t spoil their fantasy love.
To my surprise, I taste a strawberry, which is being pushed against my lips, and obediently open my lips.
I happily munch down, chasing its sweet flavor. The sun is warm against my face.
I smile.
“That’s better. I love to see your smile. Fucking beautiful.” D’Angelo leans his forehead against mine. I suck the last traces of juice off his fingers, doing the best job that I can for him. “Feeling better now?”
Finally, I release his fingers. “Yeah, thanks.”
“Anything you want to talk about?”
I hesitate.
We promised not to hide things from each other.
This is hard. I’m not used to living like this.
“Just the superfans being jerks about our relationship,” I admit.
“Eden and I are dealing with it, however, because that’s what we’re paid to do.
The security team, as well as Dad, know about it.
They’re on high alert. Extra staff have been hired.
Nothing is triggering any kind of alarm amongst security.
It’s just delusional people freaking out that you’re happy. ”
D’Angelo’s eyes close for a long moment.
I soothe my hand over his strong back.
“I’m sorry,” he says, quietly.
“It’s not your fault.”
“But you’re caught in the middle of this, cara mia.”
“I’m not sure if you’ve missed it, but that’s where I love to be.”
When D’Angelo’s intense blue eyes snap open, I am lost in their depths.
“The press…these people trying to control what we do or who we love… they don’t know our real life.
I’m going to prove to you that being pucked by us is worth every fucking headline.
Let those parasites speculate. It can’t touch us. ”
“But can it touch Shay? He’s at the start of his career. He has nothing…no money. What if his sponsors drop him?”
I turn my head, worriedly watching Shay on the soccer pitch, as he tackles Eden. Sweat glistens on his abs, trailing down the V-line, as his low shorts slip down his hips.
Shay gives a sunny laugh, as he dazzlingly dodges around Eden like he is in a dance.
Eden winces and then runs after his twin.
My eyes narrow.
Has Eden taken any pain meds this morning?
“They won’t.” D’Angelo follows my gaze.
“You don’t know that.” My chest is tight. “Also, what if the Bay Rebels decide to trade Shay, seeing him as the one who caused this scandal? You know that they told us not to cause any more noise.”
When D’Angelo draws back from me, I feel cold.
Suddenly, his voice is deadly cold. “Who said that to you? Someone threatened you.”
“Dad,” I whisper.
Dad, Austin McKenna, was a pro player who won the Stanley Cup. Then he was caught in a scandal that tore apart his life, along with mine and my brother’s, Cody.
After that, Dad became coach to the Bay Rebels with the aim to redeem players like himself.
Yet I’ve come to discover how much of that is a lie.
How much of my own childhood was.
D’Angelo shoves himself to his feet, jerkily shoving his hands in his pockets.
He stares across at Shay like if he looks away from him for a moment, then he may be stolen away from us.
As if by the strength of his dominant gaze alone he can hold onto our sub.
“I can’t believe that I once idolized that man.” D’Angelo is breathing hard. “I will find a way to break us free of coach’s control by the end of this season. Shay is going nowhere. But why the hell is he focusing on Shay and not me?”
I scramble to my feet. “Dad said that things have fallen apart since he joined the team. He blames Shay for ruining everything. Shay had that one-night stand with me, then his twin slept with me. After we moved into the same house, Shay and you fell in love too and…you kissed him on the ice. Dad thinks that he has corrupted both of us. He called him…”
I can’t say the word.
I won’t repeat it.
D’Angelo’s eyes flash like he’d heard whore anyway. “Your dad was in a poly relationship himself.”
“One that went wrong and destroyed his career. He’s been pretending that he’s okay with…” I gesture between us. “…but I think that he’s always been looking for a way to break us up.”
“I’m no longer making excuses for him. No one is hurting our sub or making you feel bad about our love. I know that this must be hard…”
D’Angelo holds his arms open to me.
I dive to rest against his chest. “He’s my dad, you know?
What’s hard is knowing that he’s not the hero who I tricked myself into believing he was when I was growing up.
It’s even harder to accept just how much worse he’s been hurting Cody all these years than I knew, and how much worse he wants to hurt me now. ”
It’s agony to say that out loud.
But finally, I must face this.
For Cody, Shay…for myself.
“He won’t get the chance.” D’Angelo tightens his hold on me. “The first job will be proving to coach that Shay is the star who led us into these Conference Finals. Our cucciolo didn’t ruin anything. He is the spark that has ignited our success.”
“Now that is a motivational speech. You’re improving.”
D’Angelo mock growls.
When I look up, however, I notice that Shay and Eden have noticed our intense conversation. They’re standing in the middle of the pitch, staring at us with worried expressions, the ball abandoned between them.
I elbow D’Angelo. “Say something before they run over here in a protective twin panic.”
“The next one to score,” D’Angelo calls, smoothly, “wins the right to choose where they worship our Robyn first.”
My eyes widen.
Now that’s one way to do it, of which I highly approve.
Shay and Eden exchange a glance. Then they dive for the ball at the same time.
I laugh.
Shay is definitely not holding back now. But then, neither is Eden.
“See how hard they’re trying to win you?” D’Angelo murmurs, sliding his hands around to the buttons, which run down the front of my cotton sun dress.
Slowly, button by button, he starts to pop them open.
He gives a wolfish grin, knowing how fiendishly he is distracting the two players who are sneaking glances at us as they play.
When the dress falls open at the front, revealing my lacy white bra, D’Angelo edges his hand inside and cups my breast.
I moan, arching my back.
Eden stumbles at both the sight and sound of my pleasure.
Shay takes the opportunity to steal the ball.
Fluid, fast, and brilliant, he spins around Eden, as his brother attempts to tackle him back. Then he speeds toward the open goal.
“Keep your eyes on them.” D’Angelo flicks over my nipple, before opening the final button.
My dress falls to the floor.
I am exposed in the middle of the garden.
D’Angelo holds his hand lightly at my throat, keeping me in place, displaying me like a trophy, while his other hand strokes lower…and lower…and…
I struggle not to close my eyes, as D’Angelo edges his fingers into my panties.
Mean.
D’Angelo’s trick to spoil Shay’s focus doesn’t work this time.
Shay is zeroed in on the goal with the same type of focus that he shows on the ice.
It’s beautiful.
He pulls back his foot.
I hold my breath.
Eden is just behind his brother, readying to tackle.
Is Shay going to score?
Shay boots the ball powerfully, bending it into the back corner of the net.
And he scores.
Despite the pleasure thrilling through me, I cheer and whoop.
D’Angelo chuckles into my ear.
Shay glances over his shoulder at me with a delighted grin, before he backflips in victory.
Wow, impressive.
I become even wetter.
I know that D’Angelo can feel it.
“Good game, bro.” Shay holds his hand out to his brother.
Eden shakes it, before his dark gaze settles on me.
Then the brothers nudge each other’s shoulders, before prowling across the lawn toward me.
Oh, shit.
Now, I truly do feel like prey, and that is one hundred percent one of my kinks.
D’Angelo gently pulls back from me, before pushing me into Shay’s arms. “Your prize.”
“Hey, love.” Shay smiles. “What a pretty trophy.”
He kisses me, out of breath and excited.
I kiss him back passionately as a reward.
He did work hard, after all.
“I feel like we should be holding you up,” Shay teases.
“Is that how you plan to worship me? Just hold me above your head in victory? Not that I’m yukking your yum…”
“Do trophies talk?” D’Angelo drawls.
“This one does.”
Shay’s gray eyes crinkle with laughter. He raises an eyebrow at Eden, and they communicate in the telepathic way that the two of them are so good at.
I let out a thrilled breath, as the twins each wrap an arm around me, before hoisting me up into the air.
“I wish that we could show you off like this in the arena.” Shay looks up at me, admiringly.
I blush.
“Lay her down on the rug,” Eden orders.
Gently, they lower me, before pushing me together onto my back on the rug. Having their coordinated efforts directed at me is overwhelming in the best way, while D’Angelo simply watches with crossed arms.
D’Angelo’s hard cock is tenting his pants. He is a voyeur, after all.
Eden pulls my hands above my head, clasping them in one of his large hands. “Okay?”
“Okay, Phoenix.”
Eden’s eyes darken as they always do when I use his special nickname.
Shay crawls between my legs, pulling down my panties.