Chapter 14 #2
I slip a pack of cards out of my pocket casually without looking at Robyn. Then I fan out the cards with all the skill that I learned from Garcia in our long nights together in On the Rocks (and I suspect that Garcia learned in shady bars playing poker).
“Too tired to play the deck of pucking…?” I give her a temping look from underneath my long lashes. “Shame. Night then. Sleep well, cara mia.”
Robyn opens and shuts her mouth.
Then she hurriedly says, “I’m wide awake all of a sudden.”
“Really? I don’t want to keep you up.”
“Yep.” Robyn breaks away from Eden and jumps up and down in a star jump. “See? I could run a marathon.”
She’s already clutching her side just from the single star jump.
Eden snorts.
Shay eagerly strides forward, dropping to his knees in front of the step. “Who gets to pick the card?”
“We decided that it would the highest scorer, which was both of us.” I waggle the cards. “How about you tell me when to stop? Then we’ll be choosing together. Remember, hearts for role play. Diamonds for fantasy. Ace of clubs for a toy from the chest. Ace of spades is a mystery reward.”
I split the aces apart, before shuffling them.
Then I fan them out, hovering my hand over them.
It feels special — sacrosanct — to be sharing this with Shay. We scored the goals together. We will dance on the stage together. And now, we’re making the selection together.
Robyn is the first woman who I have loved.
That I have someone else who has fitted into our lives as well as Shay has, both as a man and sub, is a blessing that I never thought I would have.
My throat is tight.
I keep my eyes on the cards because I’m scared of what Shay may read in my eyes, the enormity of the love.
Would it scare him? Does he feel the same?
“Stop, darlin’.” Shay’s eyes are lit with excitement.
I flip over the card: Ace of clubs.
“Fantasy.” I grin.
“I know that look,” Shay says. “You’ve already chosen one from the list, haven’t you?”
I look over Shay’s shoulder to meet Eden’s dark gaze.
Eden nods, moving to grasp Robyn by the shoulders and start to slowly undress her like she’s the most precious thing in the world.
Slowly, he unwinds her scarf, before taking off her gloves. He drops them in a neat pile.
Then he pushes her coat from her shoulders and drags off her dress.
Robyn shivers, watching him with dilated pupils.
“Please,” she murmurs, as if she’s not quite sure what she’s pleading for.
“Color?” Eden checks in.
I’m fucking proud of him.
“Green,” Robyn pants.
“I’m stripping you naked now.” When Eden caresses Robyn’s shoulder, she reaches up to pull him into a deep kiss.
Then she eagerly unclasps her own bra, while he drops to his knees and slides off her white lace panties.
“You both planned this.” Shay glances between Eden and me. Then he grins. “I’m impressed, Dee.”
Eden straightens to his feet, raising his pierced eyebrow. “I’m D’Angelo’s apprentice. Watch yourself, bro.”
When Shay looks startled, I laugh.
I grab the cards and gather them back together, before sliding them into my pocket. I shrug out of my jacket.
“Do you remember the fantasy that you wrote for our fantasy lists in the Guide, cara mia, of being triple pucked by three hockey players?” I push the coat from Shay’s shoulders, before dragging him up to stand next to me.
The air whooshes from Robyn.
She clenches her hands. “Fuck, yeah. It was months ago. I thought that you’d forgotten about it.”
“I never forget anything about you. Remember at any time you can use your safe words — green, yellow, and red — and if you can’t talk or use our hand signals, then wiggle your right foot three times for red. Repeat that back to me.”
“Use my safe words or wiggle my right foot three times. But why won’t I be able to talk or use hand signals?”
My expression becomes devilish. “You’ll find out.
You’re the one who has been fantasizing about being ravished by hockey players.
Tell me, principessa, what filthy thoughts have been running through your head while you were watching me do my warmup exercises on the ice at college?
” I don’t admit that was actually one of my fantasies, which I would jerk off to back in the dorms. “In our first games, were you watching the three of us with a wet little pussy, dreaming that we would jump off the ice and fuck you over a bench, right there in front of the arena crowds? Rip off your clothes and claim you as ours, while the audience cheered and the press took photographs?”
“Shit,” Robyn groans
Her cheeks redden.
Eden slides his finger along Robyn’s glistening pussy, as if to prove just how much she did want that, then curls his finger into her.
Robyn whimpers, grabbing onto Eden’s arm to stop her knees from buckling.
“And you,” I fix Shay with an intense look, “tonight you’re going to be a good boy and do exactly what I tell you to in order to bring our Robyn pleasure.”
“Yes, Sir,” Shay replies.
My gaze flicks to the hockey bag.
Eden nods, working his finger in and out of Robyn a couple more times as her breathing speeds up, before he draws back from her.
Then he turns to the discarded hockey bag.
Shay watches in confusion, as Eden opens a zip on my bag.
Eden pulls out three freshly laundered jerseys that I packed in the hope that we would win.
Eden and I really did plan this.
Eden stands and throws a jersey to me and then another to his brother.
Shay’s face creases with concern. “Are you okay with this, bro? I don’t want us to do anything that triggers you.”
Eden nods. “D’Angelo let me choose the fantasy from the list. It was my idea.”
“Are you sure?”
“Sure.”
This will be the first time that Eden will have put on an ice hockey jersey since his injury ended his career.
He will never be able to skate again.
I knew that it would be too difficult for him to talk out loud about this. So, I discussed this scene with him over email, which is the communication that he finds easiest.
Whether it’s about work or play, he can write things down with less stress than he can say anything out loud. I make an effort to offer as much in written form as I can, then give him some time to process it.
After some back and forth, Eden and I decided that if we replaced his tragic last association of his jersey with something pleasurable and filled with love, then being a hockey player again would be healing, rather than traumatic.
“The safe words go for you as well.” I fix Eden with a firm stare. “Tell us if anything becomes too much for you.”
“I will.” Eden slips the jersey over his head determinedly.
I still notice the way that his hands are shaking.
Robyn traces over the front of Eden’s jersey, soothingly. “You’re strong, Phoenix. I fucking love you.”
She stands on tiptoes, kissing him.
Shay uncertainly wrings the jersey in his hands. He is still looking uncertain.
I understand. The twins are protective of each other.
So, I take the jersey from Shay and slip it over his head. Then I brush his hair gently back from his face.
Shay’s startled gaze meets mine, as if the tenderness has caught him off guard.
I peck his lips. “God, you have beautiful eyes.”
He blushes.
I should compliment him more often. It’s too much fun to make him blush.
“It will be okay,” I whisper. “Your brother wants this. We talked it through. I’m in control. You’re all safe with me.”
Shay relaxes. “I trust you.”
Warmth floods through me.
I wrench off my official Bay Rebels tie with jerky motions. I roll it up and throw it to Eden.
Eden catches it, then holds out his hand to Shay. “Your stick.”
Shay gives a nervous laugh. “Not intending to shove it anywhere painful, right?”
“Not unless you keep disobeying me.”
I bite my lip hard to stop myself from laughing at how quickly Shay hands over the stick to his brother.
“Lay down,” Eden commands Robyn.
I give Eden the space to work.
He needs this experience, as well as the time to connect with Robyn.
Robyn’s chest is rising and falling. Her skin is goose bumped but not from the cold.
She lies on her back on the cold marble like a sacrifice. The pale moonlight shimmers on her skin.
Eden kneels over her. “Hands above your head.”
She smiles, holding her hands above her head.
Eden lays the hockey stick like a spreader bar between her wrists. Then he uses his tie to bind her wrist with the knots, which I taught him yesterday, to one end of it.
Not bad.
He’s a fast learner whether as a PA or as a dom.
Then he uses the tie that I threw to him to bind her second wrist with the soft material, checking beneath it with his finger to ensure that it’s not too tight and isn’t cutting off her circulation.
Finally, he crouches back on his heels, stroking his fingers through Robyn’s hair.
“Look what I’ve found in the locker room.” I swagger toward Robyn. “A puck bunny all trussed up for me by my teammate. Good work, Prince.”
“What should we do with her, captain?” Shay asks, catching on. He can’t stop himself grinning, however, as strides after me. “We’ve just won the big game. How about we celebrate together?”
“What do you think, bunny?” I deliberately tower over Robyn, who is trembling with desire and not even able to play along that she’s intimidated.
She spreads her thighs wide with a needy groan.
My cock hardens at the sight of her plump pussy.
“Do you want to celebrate with your favorite hockey players? Be triple pucked by us?”
Eden pulls a face. “Please stop saying puns.”
I attempt to look innocent. “Respect your captain.”
“Just fuck me already.” Robyn humps her hips in frustration. “If you bicker any longer, the coach may come in.”
I freeze.
That’s too realistic.
Her dad has almost walked in on us in the middle of wild fucking too many times.
I narrow my eyes. “Then it’s time for some teamwork.” I point to Eden. “You, mouth.” Then at Shay. “Pussy. And I’ll take the final position.”
Immediately, Eden straddles Robyn’s chest, looking as determined as if this is the start of a hockey game.