Chapter 27
Captain’s Hall, Freedom
Robyn
How long is Shay going to take to prepare the scene for his choice of kink? He does deserve this reward for winning the bet.
Yet I’ve been on edge for hours.
What will he choose?
Shay’s checklist is a sea of tried with only a handful of soft limits (and three hard limits). When Shay filled it out, D’Angelo looked concerned at that.
I’d expected negotiations to be boring. Apart from D’Angelo’s paperwork obsession, I’ve been finding it hot as hell.
D’Angelo set us one task: Describe your fantasies.
Eden’s gaze met D’Angelo’s at that, startled. But then, he nodded.
I can’t wait to find out what Eden wrote.
Right now, D’Angelo is keeping those responses to himself. He folded them up and stapled them into the Guide, before stamping them with a single word:
CONFIDENTIAL
When I demanded to know why, he smirked.
“You’re even more desperate to know what they are now, right?” D’Angelo tapped the Guide. “To explore them? Act them out together?”
That man’s the devil…and I love it.
Yet tonight, it’s Shay’s turn to share his favorite kink with the rest of us, picking one that doesn’t break any of our limits.
I’m certain that it’s going to be fun.
I love knowing my lovers’ desires, needs, and what makes them tick.
They work hard at bringing me pleasure. It empowers me to find ways to bring them pleasure back.
Tonight is one of celebration, and I’m going to make sure that Shay gets his reward.
I turn underneath the spray of the shower, letting the gushing water hit my face. The steam smells of the rose scented shower gel. The water pounds against my bare skin like a refreshing waterfall.
I love this spacious, walk-in shower. It’s my one indulgence each day.
My muscles ease. I roll my shoulders, sighing.
The room is dark. It’s lit only by the pale moonlight that streams across the bathroom’s gleaming surfaces and free standing claw bath.
The steam has misted the mirrored back wall.
I’m still hyped from the Bay Rebels’ victory. It’s been a couple of hours since we came back from the arena. Seeing Shay score goal after goal was as fucking thrilling as watching D’Angelo finally take down the woman who bullied me.
Doing it with Eden at my shoulder made it perfect.
These men don’t try to control, tame, or change me.
They support me.
I can see a genuine future with them, which is terrifying but also, fucking exciting.
I’m singing Justin Timberlake’s “SexyBack” enthusiastically. My voice echoes against the walls.
I should be opening games with this song, right?
I giggle, singing even louder, lost in my own fantasy.
Hell, D’Angelo’s face would be priceless: cold and horrified.
I sing louder to spite the imaginary D’Angelo.
“I’m honored to witness such a special performance, especially since I’ve only seen Shay’s version,” D’Angelo drawls
I spin in shock, wiping the water out of my eyes.
I snap my mouth shut.
Fuck, have I sung D’Angelo into existence? A ridiculously handsome…naked…D’Angelo who’s casually walking into the shower to join me?
My cheeks redden.
“What are you doing?” I demand.
“Joining you in the shower.” D’Angelo presses his hard body against mine underneath the spray. “Wondering if you need somebody to wash your back.”
I narrow my eyes. “If you do that, we both know that within moments, it’ll lead to less getting clean and more getting dirty.”
“I’m not seeing the problem, principessa.”
“You’re meant to be waiting downstairs for whatever the twins are planning.”
“Am I?” He tweaks one of my nipples like that’ll distract me from his utterly unbelievable innocent act.
Yet the way that the water runs down the strong planes of his body, between his powerful pecs and abs to the V that leads to his cock, which is already at half-mast, stops me from actually pushing him out of the shower.
Who could push a wet D’Angelo away?
He’s irresistible enough when he’s dry.
I tuck one of his wet curls behind his ear. “They’re setting things up in the kitchen. They’ll be pissed that we’re starting without them. Actually, they’ll probably be turned on and find it hot. Still, they told you to—”
“I don’t take orders.” D’Angelo’s lips are suddenly on mine, hard and demanding.
I gasp into the kiss, before I melt into it. He pushes me back against the hard wall of the shower.
The water pounds down onto both of us, as he winds my hair through his hand and holds me tight into the kiss.
But I don’t want to escape.
This is perfect.
Finally, he draws back. I’m panting.
Our gazes meet.
“I’ve already waited for nine years, pining and hiding my love for us to get to this point. We still have to keep our relationship secret.” D’Angelo slips his hand close to my scalp and then tugs. My eyelashes flutter at the delicious sensation. “You’re the only woman who I’ve loved. The only one who I’ll ever want to be with. I go to sleep with thoughts of you running through my mind, and when I wake up, you’re the first person who my brain conjures. You’ve bewitched me, principessa. So, I can share you with these other men because they fit both our needs. But you’ll still always be mine.”
My breath catches.
Fuck.
“And you’re mine, Jude,” I say, fervently.
Now, it’s his turn for his breath to catch. His long lashed eyes are wide with awe.
His cock fully hardens against my thigh.
It’s evidence of how much he loves hearing his first name on my lips.
One day, I’ll test if he can come by that alone.
I shiver at the thought.
But for now…
I kiss him, deep and slow.
He tugs on my hair again, and I slide my hand down his back. His skin is slippery against mine. It feels amazing to press my wet body against his.
We’re both breathing hard, as I finally pull back.
“How much time do we have?” I whisper.
He strokes his thumb down my chin. “As much as you want, principessa.”
Shit, how does he do that? Always make it about what I need?
I smile, pressing another quick kiss to his seductive mouth.
Right now he looks more like Lucifer tempting me to fall with him, and I would in a heartbeat.
Yet it scares me.
The rest of the season is going to be tough because of both the interview and the success in two of the games, along with the intense press interest that it’s created in the Bay Rebels.
I don’t think that my men have any idea how much of a nightmare it could be.
In the eyes of the world, D’Angelo is now the team’s angel.
If they perceive that he breaks that, then Lucifer’s fall to hell will burn his wings.
I never want to see that happen to my glorious man. D’Angelo has already survived too much.
“How about…?” D’Angelo’s eyes gleam. “We save time by you washing my hair?”
He drops to his knees in front of me, and my breath stutters.
How can D’Angelo look more dominantly in control kneeling in front of me than when he was standing?
He looks up at me through his lashes, as water catches on them like glittering tears.
I turn down the spray.
“What’s wrong?” D’Angelo rests his strong hands on my thighs. “Don’t you want to serve me? I may be a hockey captain but inside Captain’s Hall, I’m a man. A man who fucking needs you more than my next breath. I’ll drown for you.” Then he licks up my thigh, and I jump. “And I’ll wash you.”
“Oh,” I breathe. “Fuck, yeah.”
“Widen your legs.” He squeezes my thigh. “I want to be thorough. I am a perfectionist.”
I widen my stance, as I reach for the rose scented shampoo that’s hanging to the side in the basket.
D’Angelo rakes his nails lightly down my hips. I’m struggling to stand still under the onslaught of sensations, hurriedly opening the shampoo and squeezing a large dollop onto the top of D’Angelo’s head.
D’Angelo huffs. “Romantic. Don’t get it into my eyes.”
I bite my lip to stop myself chuckling. “Sorry, I promise to be careful. I haven’t had experience washing the hair of a man on his knees before.”
“You should get used to it with Shay. I already washed his hair like this in the shower today. He’d melt if you did it.”
I reach to rub the shampoo through D’Angelo’s curls. I should offer to do this every day. His curls feel like silk.
“Huh, shower sex twice in one day. Are you going for a record?” I smile.
“There’s not time to make that record today, but we could try next weekend. Of course, Shay used his pretty mouth to wash me like I am you. Every time that we stand next to each other in the showers in Rebel Arena’s locker room, I wish that I could push him to his knees and make him take me in his mouth like he does at home…in front of the whole team. He’s getting better at taking my cock. I’m going to train him, until he can deep-throat me without choking, although I enjoy it when he does. His eyes look even more beautiful with tears glistening in them.”
My heart speeds up, and my core throbs at that image.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
I’m desperate to reach between my own thighs and touch myself.
To distract myself, I massage the shampoo into D’Angelo’s hair, and he pushes into my touch.
I don’t know that he realizes he’s doing it.
I love that I’m having this impact on D’Angelo.
Noah said that everybody wanted D’Angelo.
They all want to play with him.
Date him.
Have him for more than one night.
Yet he’s the man who’s waited nine years for me.
He loves me.
And now, he’s on his knees, while I’m washing his gorgeous hair and he’s tonguing across my pussy like it’s his reward for winning the hockey game.
Jude fucking D’Angelo is between my thighs, where he always should have been, and I could burst from joy.
Also, from pleasure.
I tighten my hands in his hair to control the waves of pleasure that are making my knees buckle.
D’Angelo chuckles against my pussy, and the vibrations feel amazing.
I don’t know if I want to wash his hair faster or slower because he’s matching my speed with his tongue.
When he scratches down my thighs, I whimper.
Then he flicks his tongue against my clit, and I dig my fingers into his scalp. He sucks on my clit, and I pull on his hair.
He moans, and the vibrations rush pleasure through me.
I close my eyes, throwing back my head.
I force myself to continue massaging his hair, as he spreads my folds with his thumbs and licks down my pussy.
I gasp, flexing my hips as much as I can to encourage him.
I’m almost there.
It’s electric, buzzing through me.
“Fuck, that’s...” I grind against D’Angelo, and he grabs the back of my thighs to pull me even harder against the aggressive licks of his mouth. “…keep doing that.”
How is he breathing?
It’s like all he needs to live is me.
“I’m going to…” I’m lost in the sensation of his tongue between my thighs, his hands holding me steady, and the water raining down on us.
“Jude…” I scream, as finally, I come in wave after wave of ecstasy.
D’Angelo continues to lap at my pussy through it. Then he stands up fluidly, pinning me against the wall.
His eyes are dark. “I love you, principessa.”
When he kisses me, I can taste myself on his lips.
“I love you too,” I whisper, between kisses.
I’m sated, shaking with aftershocks.
That was fucking incredible.
D’Angelo’s expression is devilish, as rivulets of shampoo wash from his hair. “But you did get shampoo in my eye. So, I think that we’ll just have to keep on practicing this, until Shay calls for us.”
“W-w-what?” My eyes widen.
D’Angelo drops to his knees again, before looking up at me with a wicked glint in his eyes.
He kisses my inner thigh, and I shiver. “I’ve changed my mind. Why don’t we go for that world record?”