Chapter 2 #2
My cheeks flush, as he strokes my thighs, studying my glistening pussy.
“Bloody gorgeous, love,” he murmurs.
He pushes my thighs wider, and I let my legs splay open. He presses a soft, reverential kiss over my clit.
My skin feels too hot.
I stare up at the blue sky. I feel like I’m flying in heaven.
Is this real?
I glance down and almost come immediately, when I find myself staring directly into Shay’s adoring gaze, as he studies me through his butterfly lashed eyes.
“You did say that if I scored first, then I could choose where I worshiped you.” On each word, Shay’s warm breath gusts across my pussy, making me whine.
Above me, D’Angelo growls.
Then he is leaning over Shay, grabbing him by the hair. “You may have scored our Robyn, but I am still in charge, cucciolo. See me as the referee. Now, get to work. Please our Robyn.”
Shay’s pupils dilate.
He grabs my thighs like he needs the grounding as well.
D’Angelo pushes Shay against my pussy like he intends to smother him, stealing his breath.
Shay latches his mouth over my clit and starts to worship me, until I am so overstimulated…fucking floating…that I don’t think I can bear the ecstasy.
But then, Eden is leaning over me.
His intense gaze seeks out mine. “Where do you need me to worship you? What would feel best for you right now?”
I open my mouth, before realizing that I can’t speak. My mouth is too dry. My mind is scrambled.
I am too fucking close to coming.
Instead, I turn my head to the side, baring my neck.
Eden is a dom in training under D’Angelo. I am certain that he can read the cues.
“Your neck?” He checks in.
I nod.
Eden kisses down my neck, tightening his hold on my wrists, as I thrash side to side. I am caught between these twins’ attacks, kisses, and love.
Eden kisses higher up, just underneath my sensitive jawline.
His kisses are as gentle as his grip is hard.
Then my gaze settles on the white mansion — my forever home with the three men who are working hard to pleasure me.
Worshiping me.
Making me come…when my ex-husband never bothered to.
And that’s what pushes me over the edge.
I buck my hips, as pleasure cascades over me, only for Eden to slam his hand over my mouth.
The sudden heavy feel of Eden’s fingers and the metallic taste of the ring that I gifted him silences my scream. And that only makes me come harder and longer.
Pinned down, while the kisses to my clit and neck don’t stop, chasing me through the aftershocks, tears prick my eyes.
I’m shivering.
“Enough.” D’Angelo wrenches Shay’s head away from his place between my thighs. “Good boy.”
At the same time, Eden relents his grip on both my wrists and over my mouth, placing a final kiss on my jaw.
Eden sits back, carefully lowering my arms and massaging them.
“Hell, that was amazing.” I luxuriate in Eden’s caresses and aftercare.
Also, I indulge in the erotic sight of D’Angelo dragging Shay into a possessive kiss, as if he’s trying to taste me on Shay’s lips.
When D’Angelo finally lets go of him, Shay collapses on top of me. He settles down like the limpet that he is with his arms and legs tangled with mine.
He gives a happy sigh.
Eden reaches for the bottles of water, which are piled at the far side of the rug. He unscrews one, before holding it up to my lips and then his brother’s.
D’Angelo stands up, smoothing his shirt like he had nothing to do with orchestrating my ravishing.
Typically, he looks immaculate, while the three of us are hot messes.
I wrinkle my nose, squirming underneath Shay. “Ehm, how long is this sweaty koala bear planning to cling to me?”
“Shhh.” Shay closes his eyes. “I’m sunbathing on my favorite Robyn towel.”
Eden snorts with amusement. “My brother may be some time. He loves sunbathing and he loves you more.”
Eden settles on his back, taking deep swallows of water.
D’Angelo sprawls like the rug is his throne, turning his face up to the sun.
I turn my head, looking back at the mansion.
It’s peaceful, with only the soothing buzzing of cicadas and the melodic call of songbirds. The sweet scent of the roses is intoxicating.
I allow myself to be lulled toward sleep.
I snap fully awake, however, when I see a figure strolling toward the rose garden, around the back of the mansion.
“Cody!” I hiss, shoving at Shay’s shoulder.
“Rude to forget my name, love,” Shay replies, sleepily.
“My brother.” I clutch at Shay’s shoulders to keep him covering me.
“Please stop bringing your brother into our bed.” D’Angelo picks up a strawberry out of the bowl and throws it at me.
“Shit, guys, my eyes are burning,” Cody’s laughing voice calls across the lawn.
D’Angelo sits bolt upright like he’s been electrified.
“I did try and tell you.” My cheeks are red.
Instantly, Eden and D’Angelo stand up and grip the side of the rug. Then they wrap it around Shay and me like we’re a sub burrito.
Shay and I stare at each other, trying not to laugh. Our noses rub together.
Impressive move by the two doms to wrap us up so quickly. It must be those bondage lessons that D’Angelo has been giving Eden.
Cody breezily strolls across the lawn.
He is carrying a heavy, pastel blue physiotherapy bag that matches his boardshorts. He is wearing his TORTURER t-shirt that Michael only partly bought him tongue-in-cheek to wear as the Director of Physical Therapy for the Bay Rebels.
My brother is handsome with neat brunette hair, freckles across the bridge of his nose, and russet eyes.
“There is such a thing as a phone.” D’Angelo fixes a glare at Cody that would freeze the balls off lesser men.
But then, my brother already has a stern husband himself in Michael, who loves him unconditionally, but also knows how to steady him when he needs it.
He’s not quailed by D’Angelo. “Tell me, Code, do I give the impression of being the type of person who you can drop in on without calling first?”
Cody waves at me, ignoring D’Angelo.
Then he holds up his bag. “I’m not here for you, D’Angelo. I’m here for Eden’s physio. I re-scheduled because this week will be hectic, but his session is too important to miss.”
Eden’s brow furrows. “Re-scheduled? When?”
Cody drops his bag to drag out his phone and tap on it. Then he holds it up to reveal an app with the Bay Rebels flaming puck logo.
“The team’s new scheduling app. Sorry, I should have checked that you knew about it. I forget that as D’Angelo’s PA, you’re not always included in stuff like this.”
Eden’s hands clench.
I wince.
“How about you stick to phoning or emailing from now on?” D’Angelo’s eyes darken. “And I will ensure that my PA is always included.”
Eden’s lips curl into an almost smile; I live for the times that Eden can be coaxed into a smile. “I have the best boss.”
Unexpectedly, Cody’s expression becomes steely, as he takes in the sweaty state of Eden, abandoned soccer ball, and Shay and me rolled in the rug. “You know that you’re not meant to be overdoing things, right?”
Since when…?
Eden shifts, uncomfortable. “I wasn’t working out in the gym.”
“Uh-huh, sounds like you found a loophole there.”
Eden straightens his shoulders, looking proud.
Cody sighs. “It wasn’t a compliment. How about I give you a list of approved exercise and how many minutes a day you can spend on them, okay? Now, pain level?”
Eden hesitates. “Three.”
Cody appears unimpressed. “You know that it’s a federal crime to lie to your physio.”
Eden narrows his eyes. “Untrue.”
“Well, it should be. But it is a losing my special cake crime, and I am baking something yummy this week.”
Eden looks alarmed. “I won’t lie.”
Cody is good at his job.
“So?”
“Four.”
Cody’s lips pinch with worry. “Let’s go inside and set up. You need pain meds, and we need to talk about this.”
The same anxiety and panic that is sheeting across Shay’s face must be reflected across mine.
“What’s wrong?” I demand.
“Healing takes time. It’s different for different people,” Cody replies. “How about I arrange some specialist hospital appointments to see what’s going on, Dee?”
Eden gives a reluctant nod.
Cody shifts from leg to leg like he’s debating saying something more, as his gaze darts from me to D’Angelo and then back again.
Finally, he says in a low voice like he’s passing on information in a spy movie, “You should check out that new app. You can hold private meetings and chats on it. Plus, gain a sense of what everyone else is doing. And right now, among the staff, there is a lot of panic, gossip, and a whole load of crisis meetings. They let the team have this weekend off as if it was a reward, but I reckon that it was an excuse to keep them out of the arena, while the board and higher up staff hold secret talks. Monday morning, I feel like a crisis is going to fall on our heads. Dad is on the rampage. He’s furious about something, sending me voicemail after voicemail and… I’m scared.”