Chapter 28
Captain’s Hall, Freedom
Robyn
“I still think that we could have made the world record for orgasms in one hour.” D’Angelo sounds grumpy, even as he looks impossibly gorgeous with water trails running down from his wet curls and onto his strong shoulders.
Despite sounding like a disgruntled cat after a bath, however, he must be feeling as mellow as I do because he’s actually carrying me nestled in his arms bridal style, rather than flung over his shoulder.
His bare feet pad on the wooden floors of the corridor.
We’re both naked.
Perhaps, I’m getting too comfortable with the Shay method of walking around without even a towel.
Shay’s rubbing off on me.
Of course, I’m hoping that he’ll be doing some of that in a couple of minutes.
But there didn’t seem much point in getting dressed to only strip off again, as soon as we find out what the twins have planned.
Although, if it turns out that Shay wants to share a clothing fetish (and I’ve wondered about him and leather), then I guess that we will be getting dressed.
I hope that he’s into corsets.
I’d love to dress Shay in one because it’d be beyond hot to see him restricted in a pretty red lace corset with ribbons, struggling to breathe, while D’Angelo fucks him, and I ride his face.
When my face flushes, D’Angelo gives me a speculative look.
Sometimes I think that he truly can read minds.
Or maybe, only people’s kinky thoughts.
Hell, can you imagine if that was a superpower?
Captain Brainkink.
I grin, resting against D’Angelo’s hard chest, as he carries me toward the kitchen. “What is the world record anyway? You were incredible. Four times in one shower… Fuck, look at my skin. I’m half prune now.”
“You look more like a mermaid. Let’s continue the romance and say that’s why I’m carrying you. You don’t have legs.”
I scrunch up my nose. “Is that romantic?”
“More than imagining that I was going down on a wrinkly prune. Sadly, you’d have become a complete one, if we’d actually rivaled the world record, which is sixteen orgasms…”
I perk up. “That’s a lot, but with the three of you guys taking turns, we could manage it. Five each and I’ll be kind and let you rest, while I do the work on the final one. What do you think?”
Sixteen orgasms in one shower is life goals.
When I glance up at D’Angelo, his expression is devilish; my mouth dries. “Let me finish, principessa. It’s sixteen for men, and one hundred and thirty four for women. That’s not in a shower but in a single hour, which is close enough. You know that I’m ambitious, however, so we can—”
“Hell, no,” I say, startled. “Some fantasies should stay as fantasies. And that’s one of them.”
D’Angelo chuckles.
When he pushes open the kitchen door, my eyes widen, and D’Angelo hisses in his breath.
Because this is definitely not a fantasy that should remain one.
Sweet smells waft through the kitchen of fresh bread and pastries. The kitchen is flooded by silver moonlight through the wide, bay window behind the oak table.
The lights are on low.
To my surprise, the table is laid with delicious breakfast foods: muffins, rolls, bagels, and platters of fruit and berries.
Eden must have been baking, even though it’s night, and I know that he’s exhausted after the tension of this long day.
My heart melts.
The fantasy, however, which should definitely not stay as a fantasy is the two men who are standing next to the table at attention.
What’s the only thing that’s better than a golden haired naked man with sharp cheekbones, winter gray eyes, and eyes flecked with gold?
His twin standing naked next to him.
“I’ve decided,” I breathe, “that I love dating hockey players.”
D’Angelo tightens his hold on me. “Ditto.”
His heated gaze is fixed on Shay.
The only thing that the twins are wearing is an arctic blue bow tie.
Shay gives us a sunny smile, and suddenly, it doesn’t feel like night at all. “Two naked butlers at your service.”
Eden’s expression is stony.
It makes my lips curl up.
Instantly, I know that this is his brother’s idea, but he’s going along with it because he knows that it’ll please both Shay and me.
Inside, I have a feeling that he’s baffled by most of Shay’s ideas, and would have suggested curling up with a book and cup of tea.
Eden’s body is a map of bruises in purples, greens, and yellows. His arm is still in a sling, and he’s squinting in a way that I’ve come to recognize means that he has a low level headache.
But he wants to give me this.
He needs to be part of tonight’s celebration. He needs to have that choice.
I trust now that he has Cody’s scoring system that he’ll tell us, if things become too much for him. He can’t unlearn a lifetime of hiding or disregarding his pain. But I can show him that he’s important and fully part of my life.
“What’s all this then?” D’Angelo drawls, carrying me over to the bench.
He lowers me onto the seat.
“Midnight breakfast. Don’t tell me that you haven’t heard of it? It’s sort of like a midnight feast but a British tradition,” Shay replies.
I don’t believe him.
By the way that D’Angelo snorts, neither does he.
“It’s an eccentric English thing,” Eden deadpans. “Like cheese rolling.”
I scrunch up my nose. “What?”
“You roll cheese down a steep hill, then tumble down after it trying to catch it.”
“You made that up.”
“Did I?” Eden’s eyes dance.
D’Angelo leans back against the table. “We didn’t win the three games, cucciolo. Naked breakfast was meant to be a reward for that.”
Shay’s shoulders slump. “Sorry, shouldn’t I have done this? I just thought that it was my fault that we lost the second game. It didn’t seem fair that Robyn didn’t get to enjoy…this…because of my…”
“Hey,” I leap up and rush to Shay, grabbing his hand between mine and leading him to the table. “It’s not your fault that you struggled in that second game. Plus, you scored the highest amount of goals. You won the bet. So, tonight is your choice. If this is part of it, then I’m seriously grateful. Lucky me, two buff naked butlers and a delicious feast.”
Shay exchanges a glance with Eden.
“Well, my main thing that I’d hoped we’d do is for later. First…” Shay sits down on the bench and pulls me onto his lap. My eyelashes flutter at the sensation of my bare skin against his and his cock that’s already hardening beneath me.
He picks up a strawberry, before dipping it in honey and holding it to my lips.
I moan, as I take a bite of its sweetness.
I suck at Shay’s fingers, seeking the sweetness of the honey.
He nibbles and licks down my neck. His hair is soft against my sensitive skin.
His hard dick pokes against my ass.
Eden strolls to the table, picking up a fancy porcelain black cat teapot.
It looks vintage.
“Ma’am,” Eden says, politely, hovering with the teapot over a matching cat teacup, which is laid in front of my place.
A strainer rests over the cup.
So, Eden’s taken the time to make traditional looseleaf tea. I never have the patience for that. I barely have time most mornings to allow a bag to dip its toes in boiling water, before I’m chugging it down. Whether milk has a chance to join in the fun, depends on whether I’ve remembered to buy any.
At least, that was before I began to be spoiled by Eden’s breakfasts.
I nod. “Now I really feel like I’m being served by a perfect English butler. You’re like a naked Jeeves.”
As Eden leans over to pour the tea into my cup, I can’t look away from his long cock and the perfect V that leads to it because it’s close to my face.
I become wet.
I’m not sure this would be a scene in a Jeeves Wooster book. You know, the one where the butler turns up to breakfast naked and then his boss gives him a blow job, while he pours his tea.
Perhaps, I should reread the books, in case I missed it.
Maybe it’s in the one that’s titled Joy in the Morning? Or maybe Thank You, Jeeves? Very Good, Jeeves?
Mating Season?
I really do need to reread those books.
Of course, it could be in the fan fiction.
“Thanks.” I watch, as Eden pours the tea like a professional.
He places down the tea pot, before removing the strainer with the caught tealeaves. “Milk?”
“A dash.”
He picks up a small jug and adds the milk for me.
Eden never looks away from my face. How can he make serving tea so erotic?
My skin prickles.
I know that it matters to Eden what I think of this tea.
I make a show of picking up my cup and taking a long drink.
Except, I don’t need to act.
My eyes widen, and I moan. The gentle but citrus smell and taste is delicious.
“Fuck, that’s good.” I take another drink. “What is it?”
Eden gives a pleased look. “A mix that I created based on what they’d have drunk in Jane Austen’s books in Georgian England. They went to teahouses in Bath to meet up in their versions of dates. I thought that it’d be romantic.”
A warm feeling spreads through me. “It is. This is very special.”
“My brother always makes a bloody good cup of tea,” Shay says, happily.
I take a deep breath of the tea’s fruity aromas. “I’m adding it to your list of talents.” Eden looks even more pleased. “I know that you said you wouldn’t be D’Angelo’s butler, but look at that, a position has just opened up to be mine. Would you consider…?”
“I’ll take it,” Eden replies.
Eden replied so fast, when normally he takes a while to weigh his words, that I have an inkling that this roleplay is one of the fantasies on the list that D’Angelo stamped CONFIDENTIAL in the Guide.
Eden places down the teapot, before striding around the table to sit on the opposite side. “Did you get Shay’s text? I got the idea from my brother that the point of our…” He gestures at his bow tie. “…was that only we were naked. The clothed and unclothed. Now we look like three naked butlers and a maid.”
“I’m no one’s butler.” D’Angelo tears off a piece of muffin and munches on it. “And our mobiles aren’t waterproof. I was too busy making Robyn come…four times…to look at texts.”
“Four times?” Shay humps against me in a distracting way. “I’ll simply have to work hard to make her come again.”
“Fuck…” I turn to lick across the seam of his lips, before kissing him.
When I open my eyes, Shay’s are glassy.
He smiles, tracing circles on my thigh.
He nuzzles against my neck, and I sigh in delight at the sensation.
D’Angelo watches us together, dropping to run his hand along his cock in feather-light strokes. He’s already getting hard again.
“What was the text?” How does D’Angelo manage to sound so coolly unaffected?
Eden cocks his head. “I don’t know what it meant. Shay only wrote four letters: GNRN.”
Shay’s chuckle sends delicious vibrations against my skin, where he’s still nuzzling my neck.
At last, he raises his head.
“Get naked right now,” he purrs seductively in explanation.
Eden looks taken aback, before his gaze shoots to D’Angelo. “Did you want to poke the bear?”
“Maybe,” Shay says, mischievously.
He so does.
When I glance at D’Angelo’s dangerous expression, I realize that he already has.
D’ Angelo stands up and towers over us. “Giving me orders…? That’s your first mistake, cucciolo.”
“Only my first…? Awesome, I’m doing better than I thought I was.”
I can’t hold back the giggle.
Whoops, now D’Angelo’s dark look is directed at me as well. “And that’s your first mistake, principessa.”
“Hey, she can’t be in trouble for finding me funny.” Shay slips me off his lap onto the bench, passing me a strawberry as if in consolation.
He slides across the bench and stands to kiss D’Angelo in apology, even though we all know that he’s only playing at us being in trouble.
I think.
I dip the strawberry into the runny honey, before shoving the whole thing into my mouth
Eden stares at me. “Now you do look like Puck, my squirrel. Your cheeks are puffed up. Cute.”
I blush and struggle to swallow.
“Thanks,” I squeak.
D’Angelo slips his hand onto the hollow of Shay’s back, and Shay rests his head on D’Angelo’s shoulder.
“Do you like my bow tie?” Shay presses a small kiss to D’Angelo’s collarbone. “I thought that we had to be loyal to Bay Rebels.”
“Very smart.” D’Angelo winks at Eden. “Presentable.”
“You’re getting media savvy,” I reply. “On brand even as naked butlers.”
“We learned from the best, love.” Shay leans into D’Angelo’s touch, as he pets his hair.
Standing together like this, it’s obvious how much taller D’Angelo is.
When Eden fidgets, which is unusual for him, my gaze shoots to him.
Then he pushes something toward me, which has been laid out behind the pots of jam and spreads.
Confused, I reach for the book, then my eyes widen with understanding.
It’s a thin, pretty book that looks like a hockey strategy book in arctic blue and white with lines, arrows, and arcs on the front.
There’s also a crude puck and hockey stick.
It’s my Guide.
I don’t speak because I’ve become better at judging Eden’s silences.
Sometimes, he takes some time to work out how he wants to phrase something or maybe, to put the words together.
What he wants to say appears to be important to him. I give him the time that he needs.
“I added something to my ten reasons.” Eden looks down.
Concerned, I flip open the Guide to the page with the Ten Reasons I Love Robyn.
My favorite purple glitter pen rests in the middle of the book.
I scan down the reasons. “Nine, she’s smart and funny. Ten, I can’t imagine a future without her in it…”
Then I notice that Eden’s added a number eleven with my glitter pen:
11. With her, I have a voice.
My eyes burn with tears. “I love you. I have more than eleven reasons why. I don’t even know how many. I couldn’t write them down. But you know what…?”
I snatch up the pen, before turning over onto a fresh page.
Then I write on the top of the page:
A GUIDE TO LOVING HOCKEY PLAYERS
“This should be the guide not only to dating but loving hockey players.” I glance around at the three men in this room who have come to mean so much to me. “Simply because you’re no longer playing hockey doesn’t mean that it’s no longer in your blood or your voice, Eden. Once a player, always a player.” I reach across the table to entwine his fingers with mine. “My player.”
Shay raises his head from D’Angelo’s shoulder. “I added stuff too. Do mine now, love.”
Why do I think that Shay’s may not be as romantic as Eden’s is?
“It’s at the back of the book,” Eden helpfully points out.
Wait, isn’t that where Shay has his list of kinks that he wants to try out, including marks out of ten?
I flip to the back of the book.
Yep, there’s the list with a complex scoring system that looks like the football scores.
“I circled my choice for tonight.” Shay is vibrating with excitement, and it’s only D’Angelo’s arms that are now looped around his waist that appear to be stopping him from bouncing on the spot.
What is it going to be?
I can’t wait to find out.