Chapter 22
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Freedom Mansion
D’Angelo
I boot the front door open, too focused on kissing down Robyn’s neck to look where I am going.
“Did you see the way that the goal hit the bar and deflected in?” Shay says excitedly, leaning in the doorframe. “It was brilliant, right?”
He is wrapped in his leather jacket against the cold night air that is biting my cheeks.
Robyn is wearing her warm woolen coat, but I have already unwound her gray scarf and pushed it into her pocket.
I need proper access to her beautiful neck.
I lift my lips reluctantly away from the sensitive skin underneath Robyn’s ear, and she groans in disappointment.
“Surprisingly, I did see your goal since I was on the ice with you. In fact, I was the one who passed the puck to set you up to score. I’m proud.
You did remarkably well. It was a hard earned win.
Now, enough talk. You’re too far away. How can I kiss you when you’re all the way over there? ”
Shay laughs, pushing off the doorframe to join Robyn and me. The light of the moon makes his hair gleam like gold.
He’s an angel.
How did I get this lucky?
I snag Shay’s arm, dragging him hard against Robyn. He only laughs harder.
“Is this close enough?” Shay wraps his arms around Robyn’s neck and nuzzles to kiss over the exact spot that I was just worshiping.
My eyes darken at the thought that his lips are pressed over the same skin that is still hot and wet with my kisses.
I bury my fingers in Shay’s tumble of hair and tug his head back…hard.
Shay hisses out between his teeth. “Beast.”
I smile, smugly. “Just how you like me, cucciolo.”
I drag Shay into an even harder kiss that steals his breath. I am satisfied that I leave him panting, while I turn to Robyn and kiss her more gently.
Yet I leave her just as breathless.
“Just a taste,” I murmur, “of the reward tonight. We deserve a celebration for winning, after the stress of having to be on such high alert against our stalker.”
“I was sure that Blythe would create trouble.” Shay scrunches up his nose.
“But the security measures at the rink work. So, fuck her. I won’t be made to live in fear any longer.
She doesn’t control me. So, let’s play our card game.
I won’t have her take something as simple as playing cards away from me or the kinky fun that we have together. ”
“Are you sure?” I study him, carefully.
I would have never have suggested the deck of pucking if I’d known that Blythe used playing card symbols as a code.
It’s why it is important to know about past relationships when you have a dynamic like ours. Something playful and meant to bring pleasure can actually unearth demons.
I have had weekly, sometimes daily, conversations with both Shay and Robyn. Since I started dating them both, I have spoken more to them about their pasts and my own than I have to anyone, even friends like The Kinks.
I feel comfortable enough with them to admit the truth about what has been done to me but also, who I truly am.
It’s been liberating.
I hoped that they felt the same.
I hadn’t realized just how much Shay protected himself with his mask of sunny happiness. Maybe he doesn’t realize it either.
When this nightmare with Blythe and Heine is over, I hope that Shay is able to tell me in detail what his ex truly did to him. How can I know that I am not accidentally hurting him in ways that I don’t intend otherwise?
It only makes me hard to see his pretty tears, if I know that he is as hard as I am.
Shay nods with a grin.
“I want it to be the ace of clubs. I love the toys in our play chest.” He winks at Robyn.
“There is a remote controlled G-spot vibrating love egg in there, which I have been eying for a while. Dee and I have been plotting trying it out on our Robyn. We can take turns tormenting your clit and nipples, while one of us uses the remote hidden in our hand, and you’ll never know when the vibrations will start. ”
Robyn’s breath catches.
She likes that idea.
I push a curl behind Robyn’s ear. “It sounds like you’re about to be ravished, principessa.
If Shay picks the ace of clubs, all three of us will have control of when you come.
Although…” I dart a wicked grin at Shay.
“Don’t think that there aren’t other remote controlled devices in our toy chest, which I can use on you at the same time. ”
“Oh, fuck.” Shay’s breath hitches too.
Both my beautiful pets’ pupils are dilated now.
“This time, we’d be in private.” I drop my voice, low and seductive.
“But next time, I will take you both out to my favorite, expensive Italian restaurant. Everybody around you will be dressed in suits and talking business. You’ll both be thrumming with frustrated desire, however, while your cheeks will be flushed.
You’ll be trying not to squirm in your seats and give away to anyone that you have love eggs vibrating inside you, which I will set off when you least expect it.
You’ll be desperate, clutching the edge of the table.
I’ll insist that you eat your dessert, while you’ll be beyond even speaking because you’ll be so focused on not coming in your pants.
And there will be nothing that you can do about it. ”
Robyn and Shay are staring at me with stunned expressions.
I pull away from them, satisfied. “We better get started.”
“Yeah.” Robyn swallows. “Please.”
“Dee,” Shay calls loudly over my shoulder, “you better not be asleep, bro.”
Adjusting the collar of my long coat, I sweep into the dark foyer of Freedom Mansion.
Robyn hurries after me.
Shay enthusiastically bounds past me, slamming the front door closed. He makes for the staircase.
“Dee! Stop reading some boring book,” he calls. “Time to celebrate! Hopefully, it’ll involve fucking Robyn with eggs.”
Robyn stumbles. “Do you have to make it sound like you’re going to impregnate me with alien eggs?”
“I do have an ovipositor for that in the chest if you want,” I say just to see Robyn blush.
I don’t.
“Nope, let’s stick with love eggs. Plus, Eden told me that he’d be watching the game in the lounge.” Red-faced, Robyn rushes, as if a nine feet alien attempting to breed her is on her heels, toward the archway that leads to the lounge. “He’s probably reading some boring book in there.”
When I make to follow her, my shoe crunches over something unexpected.
I frown, taking a step back. I look down at the floor.
Then I stare at the broken glass that litters the side of the foyer like diamonds.
“Stop,” I bark in shock.
Shay and Robyn freeze and glance back at me in confusion.
I turn slowly, as the hair on the back of my neck stands up. My jaw clenches, when I can make out even in the shadows that a glass panel to the side of the door of the foyer has been smashed.
Someone has broken in.
Are the intruders still here?
“Shit.” Shay pales
“Don’t…” I start, but it’s too late.
“Dee,” Shay yells again, even louder.
He dives into the lounge regardless of the danger that the intruders or kidnappers may still be in there. I will kick his ass for that later.
“Fuck,” I hiss under my breath, throwing myself after Shay.
Adrenaline pumps through me. My heart is racing.
I look around myself for a weapon.
The best that I can do is snatch up a heavy, antique vase from the side of the foyer.
“Stay here,” I warn Robyn.
She shakes her head. “Fuck that.”
She grabs up a smaller vase and runs after me.
We’re all morons.
Yet this is Eden that we’re talking about, the man who has become my brother.
I will bust the balls of anyone who has hurt him.
When I rush into the lounge with Robyn behind me, the vase held above me ready to hurl, the room is empty.
My heart fills with relief.
But then, I see the way that Shay is standing unmoving in front of the couch. The blood is drained from his cheeks.
He is staring at something on the floor.
Robyn lowers the vase and rounds the couch. “What is it…? Oh.”
She becomes paler than Shay is.
I lower the vase, hugging it to my chest. Dread curdles in my stomach. I prowl to join Shay.
Popcorn flakes are sprayed across the black floor, as if Eden was forced to drop the bowl in shock, then the flakes were crushed in a fight or struggle.
I swallow.
“Call him,” I insist.
“There’s blood,” Robyn whispers, pointing to the corner of the coffee table that has been knocked to the side, scattering the snacks.
My stomach turns.
Eden has been fucking taken.
Why didn’t I leave more security here? This is a huge estate. There are far too many ways for someone to break in, if they are determined, with the bare number of bodyguards that I left here.
Why did I think that all of Blythe’s focus would be on Shay?
Is this my mistake for treating Eden as the less important twin?
I’ve always tried to treat him as not just my PA, the one who wouldn’t have the attention and protection on him because he’s no longer the athlete and celebrity.
Yet Blythe guessed that I would. And now, he is the one who has been kidnapped.
Shay makes a wounded sound. He looks like he has shut down.
“I said,” I repeat, “call your brother.”
Shay’s eyes are glassy. He appears to be flying apart.
He needs something to do.
Orders.
Shay fumbles for his new phone with shaking hands, taking several attempts before he can even unlock it and make the call.
“He’s not bloody answering.” Shay clutches his phone with whitened knuckles. “He’s not… Why isn’t he?”
I kneel down, studying the scene.
Then my eyes widen, when I notice the small red tipped tranquilizer dart, which has rolled under the couch.
“He was tranquilized,” I say in a flat voice. “It’s how he was overpowered.”
“This is Blythe.” Robyn hugs her arms around herself; tears gleam in her eyes.
“Fucking Blythe and her puppet Heine. What’s the bet that Heine is no longer in Germany but is in America as well, despite your deal?
This has gone too far. Should we call the cops?
Nothing is more important than getting Eden back safely. ”