Chapter 27 #2
Shay laughs, dragging Robyn behind him like he can protect her with the velvet cushion, which he has snatched up as a shield.
Eden cocks his brow, prowling around the bed. “I’m Jude right now. We’re his puppets. Put down the cushion. I don’t have a sword.”
“Looks like you do in your pants,” Robyn mutters.
Shay immediately drops the cushion, however, with the same obedience as if the order had been from me.
“Good boy,” I reward him.
Shay’s gaze slips to me. His cheeks flush.
My mind feels hazy like I’m still floating somewhere between sleeping and waking but in a good way.
Seeing Eden stalk Robyn and Shay, while they pretend to resist at the same time that they’re in fact darting me quick smiles, is lulling me into a place that feels like contentment.
A lazy, floating happiness.
I let myself ride it, and suddenly, despite being barely able to move, I don’t feel helpless. The pressure eases from me because sometimes, Eden takes charge, and it doesn’t mean that I’ve lost the control that I need.
“Put on a performance for me.” I focus on my lovers like I’m an emperor voyeur. “I want to watch you.”
Shay’s breath hitches.
He drags off Robyn’s t-shirt, kissing down her neck more enthusiastically. Robyn runs her hands down Shay’s sides to his hips, making a show of dragging him close and rubbing against his hard cock.
“Lie down.” Eden gently pushes on Robyn’s shoulder, arranging her on her back next to me, then presses on her wrists to encourage her to keep them still.
Eden grabs his brother by the hair. “Fuck our Robyn for Sir. Fuck her like you are him.”
My mind short circuits. Shay’s appears to as well.
“Bloody hell.” Shay swallows. “So, you’re his hands, and I’m his cock. I hope that I measure up to you.”
“Don’t flatter yourself. I do have a remarkable cock.” I smirk, when Shay glares at me. “When I watch you tenderly making love to Robyn, however, I’ll be imagining that it’s me. This is my fantasy.”
Robyn reaches out her hand, entwining her fingers with mine.
We’re each connected on the bed.
Eden reaches into his pocket, pulling out a condom. He passes it to his brother, and without needing to be ordered, Shay opens it and slips it onto his cock.
Eden maneuvers his brother over Robyn. “Make love to her.”
Something shifts in Shay’s expression. I almost miss it.
Have I said the wrong thing?
Then Shay leans down and rests his forehead against Robyn’s. “Imagine that I am Jude, yeah? I know that I can’t measure up…”
Gently, she kisses him. “This is only a fantasy. I love you just as you are, Shay. But I’m fucking wet at the thought of how much we’re teasing poor D’Angelo.
How hard he is lying next to us but unable to touch.
How Eden and you are playing his role, while he’s frustrated and unable to do anything but watch from the side like he sometimes forces you to do. ”
Suddenly, Shay returns to shining bright eagerness again.
He grins. “Put like that, love, let’s frustrate our Sir, while our arses are safe from his heavy hand.”
I growl, but Shay merely laughs again.
I smile though, as I watch my pets enthusiastically kissing.
This isn’t how I fuck Robyn; it’s uniquely the style of my two subs.
It’s precious to witness.
Eden meets my gaze over their heads, and I nod to him in thanks.
He nods back.
Then Shay slides into Robyn, slow and sweet. She gasps. They never look away from each other.
Eden edges his hand between them to rub across her clit.
I float on a cloud of my own, amidst the rhythmic slap, moans, sweet kissing, and a chant of love you, love you, love you.
It’s Shay.
His love is like a prayer. His devotion transforms Robyn and me into gods.
If I’d died, then Shay wouldn’t simply have lost his partner.
I blink with worry.
Yet isn’t this what Shay needs?
In this fantasy, he is meant to be playing me. Yet he can only play himself, and he is making love.
Should I be doing the same with him on our dates? Is this what he needs from me? Is this what he’s trying to show me?
Robyn finally disobeys Eden’s order and raises her hands to clutch Shay’s shoulders, before coming with a deep moan.
Shay’s hips stutter a moment later, before he comes with another litany of love yous.
Eden draws back on the bed.
Shay collapses to the side next to Robyn, stripping off the condom and tossing it over me and onto my floor with a recklessness that would normally lead to a spanking.
If I wasn’t too tired to move.
Shay happily pecks Robyn’s lips. “You were amazing, love.”
“You too. And you do have a remarkable cock.” She kisses him back.
Shay is panting but he points at me. “Hear that?”
“Shall we take out the measuring tape?” I challenge.
Robyn rolls her eyes. “Let’s not have a dick-measuring contest. Your cocks are both perfect. Anyway, it’s what you do with them that counts.”
“Did you like what I did with mine?” Shay’s searching gaze holds the hint of vulnerability that he never seems to be able to shake.
Will he, once Robyn and I collar him?
Robyn hums. “Maybe I need to work on my moans and gasps of pleasure if you don’t know the answer. Your cock…well, your one roleplaying as D’Angelo’s cock…made me feel loved in the best way.”
Robyn is still holding my hand. She hasn’t dropped it for a moment, and the way that she squeezes it now makes me feel loved.
Eden picks up a blanket, wrapping it around them both. Then he pets Robyn’s hair, stroking it back from her face.
He catches my eye. “Aftercare. I’m still role playing as your hands.”
Shay chuckles. “Then you can run me a bath. Jude does that for me. Also, you’ll need to fetch a Gatorade and chocolate for Robyn. Oh, and Jude gives these amazing massages.”
“I’m officially taking my hands back,” I say, quickly before Shay can both overwhelm his brother and take advantage of every element of aftercare like he’s at a spa. “How about we cuddle?”
“Who knew you’d be the one asking for that?” Robyn snuggles closer to Shay, who plays with her hair.
Eden settles cross-legged at the end of the bed. “Pain level?”
It startles me, when I realize that he’s talking to me. “Touche. How long have you been waiting to ask me that?”
“Months.”
I grimace. “On a pain scale, probably three. My head is throbbing, and my muscles ache. Tiredness scale though, I feel like I’ve run a fucking ultramarathon. Off the scale.”
“You can’t play tomorrow.” Eden’s expression is grim. “You could have another seizure.”
My blood freezes.
Wait, what?
I struggle to sit up but I can’t.
Frustrated, I whack the bed, but it’s unsatisfying because I don’t have enough strength to make much sound.
“Mike said that it was only a mild seizure, didn’t he?” I try to cut through my foggy memory of the few hours I spent in hospital. “Olivia overdosed me on those meds. I had a bad reaction to them but I just need to—”
“Rest,” Eden insists. “Mike said you could come home, but you would still be recovering. You need to be monitored tonight.”
“I’m doing that,” Shay says. “It’s not like I’d be able to sleep anyway.”
I stare around at my partners, realizing that they’ve already talked about this.
Is this what they mean by care?
No one has looked after me when I’ve been unwell since I was sent away by my family as a teenager. I’ve always looked out for myself, no matter if I had the flu or serious injuries.
I don’t know how to let someone do this for me.
I both hate and love it at the same time.
“I’m playing,” I growl.
“You’re following doctor’s orders,” Robyn replies, more firmly than I’m expecting. “No high-risk activities for the next twenty-four hours, which means contact sports.”
Devastation howls through me.
I must play the last game of the Conference Finals against Wilder. I haven’t missed a game all season. I can’t let everybody down.
I make another futile effort to push myself up. “I’m the Captain. My team needs me.”
“We need you alive and well,” Shay replies.
“Ganging up on me, I see. This is mutiny, Mr. Prince.”
“If it keeps you safe. Even if I tried to smuggle you onto the ice, it wouldn’t work.
This time there was no hiding anything from coach.
He’s been dealing with the fallout for the other staff members all day, while our Robyn has been doing the same with the press.
Sorry, darlin’. Lineup has been posted. You’re out. ”