Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Freedom Mansion
D’Angelo
“Then Grayson dodged like a legend. The Blue Jacket’s defensemen didn’t stand a chance.
” Shay exuberantly slams through the front door to Freedom Mansion, waving his hockey stick in demonstration of our win.
I wince, following him more sedately into the foyer with Robyn tucked in my arms. I’m exhausted but smiling.
“He passed to Lucas. Then with only a second to go…he passes to me and bam…goal!”
He raises his hockey stick, mimicking his victory on the ice.
I’m glad that I’ve had to the sense to move any fragile antiques to the corners of rooms.
Shay looks happier than he has in months. He deserves to bask in this victory.
He’s earned it.
He is only dressed in a scarlet sweater and jeans under a black, woolen coat. He will never be persuaded into a suit, unlike his brother and me, even on game nights.
“You scored the biggest victory in Bay Rebels history.” Robyn hugs me tighter.
She is bundled up in a warm pea green coat against the cold night air, over a green woolen dress, along with gloves.
Eden’s gray scarf is wrapped around her neck.
“For once, my phone and messages aren’t blowing up about some PR disaster or a nightmare on the ice.
Instead, it’s filled with journalists planning to run stories on the underdog Rebels winning against the giants of the NHL. ”
I can’t hide my grin.
I have just played the most offensive game of my life against the Columbus Blue Jackets.
Plus, we won: 13 — 1.
Seeing Robyn and Shay in my private world of On the RACK, as well as how they not only accepted that side of me but fitted like part of me I’d only been waiting to find, energized me in a way that I didn’t know I had been needing.
Importantly, I could tell that Shay needed it just as much.
This evening, my joy playing in sync with my team reminded me of my earliest passion for the sport; how fun it is.
With Shay at my side on the ice, and Robyn and Eden standing on the side of the rink, I felt fucking invincible.
Fleet is a genius at motivation, whether subs or players.
The exotic dancing bet made Shay and me more competitive with each other than ever before.
Normally, I’m possessive of my cucciolo’s body. But he’ll be wearing a mask. He’ll be in a safe space and consenting. And I know that this is a fantasy of his, as much as he hasn’t done anything like it before.
I want to watch him dancing on that stage, knowing that nobody can touch him (no matter how much they’re desperately desiring to), and that if I get my way, no one else ever will again.
When I saw Shay talking to Everett with such intensity, I’d been surprised.
Everett is charming but reserved. He rarely speaks to anyone, and almost never strangers.
Kay isn’t one to be surprised by almost anything but even she raised her eyebrow.
It’s why she didn’t scold Everett for taking so long to bring over the drinks. She may be strict with Everett, but in her own way, she loves him.
Cassian nor Everett are like the extrovert Axel.
They’re more like Eden; they don’t make friends easily. I hope that Everett can talk more to Shay, and Cassian to Eden.
I take a deep breath, steadying myself at the memory of how Shay fell to his knees in subspace.
I will have to keep an eye on how fast he falls into subspace in that type of environment. It took me by surprise but it was fucking beautiful.
Shay is my perfect sub.
“Cody and Neve have both sent excited congratulations messages.” Robyn catches my eye. “Neve didn’t even spend the game texting me her doodles of you having Chuck Tingle moments with your stick.”
I stare at her. “Neve normally sends you what…?”
Eden carries Shay and my heavy hockey bags into the palatial foyer and pushes the front door shut with his foot. “You both scored 6 goals each. Who lost the bet?”
Shay spins around, pointing his stick at me. “Good bloody point.”
Robyn looks up at me, delighted. “I say that you both did. Then I get to watch you both dance naked.”
Shay and I freeze, staring at each other.
Eden’s lips twitch. “Logical.”
“Traitor, bro.” Shay pouts.
I pull away from Robyn. “How about we both won?”
Moonlight bathes Robyn’s face and flame-red hair through the arched window above the door.
She is so fucking beautiful.
She shakes her head. “I’ll text Fleet later just to be sure that he has the official Bay Rebels judgment on this. I wouldn’t put it past you, captain, to try and wriggle out of shaking your naked ass.”
I stroll casually to Shay, resting my hand on his shoulder. “Why would I do that, principessa? My naked ass is gorgeous, and I happen to be amazing at shaking it. You know that, since you’re the one who fell for my tight naked ass when you saw it at a college party.”
Robyn rolls her eyes. “Smug, cocky, sadly accurate.”
Shay gives a nervous chuckle.
His cheeks flush. “I’m okay with the exotic pole dancing — it’ll be sexy — but it’s the thought of all those people watching me…”
I slide my hand to his crotch, unsurprised to find that despite his words, his cock is rock hard.
I palm him a few times, and he humps against my hand. “Hmm, it feels like you enjoy the idea of being stripped down, your pretty cock helpless and naked in front of all those strangers. Then putting on a performance because I tell you to, dancing like my sweet whore.”
Shay moans on the whore like I knew he would. It’s one of the agreed words that makes him hard, as long as it’s not used to degrade him.
He’s not a whore. He’s my whore.
It’s a line that I walk with Shay.
He’s biting his lip, edging close to coming already.
He gives me a hopeful look.
Na?ve.
I’m a long way from allowing him to come.
He’s not even crying yet.
I grab Shay roughly by the shoulders, turning him to face Robyn.
Then I murmur into Shay’s ear, “Don’t look away from our Robyn. We’ll be dancing for her pleasure alone, after all. The two of us, oiled and entwined on that stage, both belonging to our Robyn. And she’ll be sitting there, knowing that nobody touches or fucks us but her. Knowing that she owns us.”
Robyn’s eyes are as glassy as Shay’s are now. “I own you too, Jude…?”
I jolt at her use of Jude.
I would give up everything I possess, if she’d only call me by my first name daily.
My expression softens. “You’ve always owned me.”
When I squeeze Shay’s balls gently, he keens. “We’ll talk about this more tomorrow morning, before the dance class with Axel. Nothing will happen without negotiation and me being certain that you’re fully into doing this.”
“I am,” Shay rushes to say. His voice is raspy. Tears glisten in his eyes. I don’t relent on my hold on his balls. “I bloody well am, darlin’. I want to dance for our Robyn.”
His gaze slides to Robyn, and they exchange a smile.
I don’t understand why Shay acts sometimes like he doesn’t have as close a place in this relationship as the rest of us do. If he could only see from the outside like I do the way that Robyn smiles at him, he’d understand how much he is loved.
Eden drops the bags with a bang.
I jump, glancing at him.
Eden’s expression is unreadable. He is still good at silently staying in the shadows.
Too good.
I finally relax my hold on Shay’s balls, and Shay takes a relieved breath. His cock hasn’t softened at all.
“You’re invited too, Eden.” I wish that I had made it explicit before now. “Everything at the club is just as open to you.”
Eden shakes his head. “Too many people. Too noisy. I’m sorry.”
“You never need to apologize for something not suiting your needs.” Robyn rushes to loop her arms around Eden’s waist and rest her head on his chest. “I don’t cope with Michael’s Murder Mystery and Wine evenings with Code, Shay, and you. My boredom limits are crossed.”
Eden scrunches up his nose. “It’s hard to play with only one victim and two suspects. But Mike makes the corpse realistic with pretend blood.”
“It’s Mike’s medical talk that murders me. He tries to work it all out from autopsy reports. He should work for the cops.”
“He’s the Dr. Watson to my Sherlock Holmes,” Eden says with a straight face, nodding his chin at his brother. “And Shay’s Moriarty.”
“Why do I get the feeling that you’re insulting me?” Shay demands.
“Because I am.”
I slide my hand to Shay’s neck. “The important thing about tonight is that we won. Don’t forget that means we’ve earned a reward.”
Robyn’s expression becomes troubled. “One loss, one win. Four games to play. The bet with Heine was to win four out of six. You can’t lose more than one of the remaining games. If you do, then we lose Shay, and Wilder will come back into our lives.”
Wilder.
Instantly, the joy dies from the faces of everyone in the room. The atmosphere becomes tense.
I hate to see how pale the twins have become, while Robyn is clasping Eden as tightly as she can.
I won’t wait a moment longer for the reward. We’ve all earned it.
Plus, Shay and Eden need their minds taking off Shay being sent away, while Robyn needs distracting from the the fear of her ex trading places with Shay on the team.
I do as well.
Wilder made my life hell, when I was in the same college hockey team as him. Even though I know that this time, I’ll be the captain and not Wilder, which means that logically he won’t be able to bully and haze me like he did back then, it’s hard to overcome the remembered trauma.
Neither your body nor your mind forgets every blow of a wooden coat hanger to the balls or how away games meant being trapped on a bus as a punching bag for your teammates to take out their frustration when your side lost.
“Now, now,” I chide, letting go of Shay and stepping away to the foot of the sweeping staircase, “why are you talking about an asshole like that, when we could be spending the rest of the night being rewarded with earth-shattering pleasure?”
“I’m tired,” Robyn protests. “It’s been a long week and…”