Pucking Road Trip (Bay Rebels #3)

Chapter 2

CHAPTER TWO

Captain’s Hall, Freedom

R obyn

“Oh, fuck.” I snatch my hand back from D’Angelo, hugging it to my chest.

Shay is leaning in the doorway, looking impossibly gorgeous.

And naked.

Shay has an aversion to wearing clothes, especially in the mornings or after showers.

I’m hundred percent not going to break him of that habit.

Sue me.

I wet my dry lips, studying Shay’s muscled chest and toned abs. He’s athletic with broad shoulders. His skin is ice-white but it’s not unmarked.

Last night was about grounding Shay in this relationship.

Grounding all of us.

Shay’s body is marked with claiming scratch marks and bites, which will be hidden under clothes, since our relationship needs to be kept secret from the press.

They’d tear it apart — tear us apart.

Yet we’ll know that those marks are there. And Shay will feel them, which he’ll love.

Except, now he thinks that he’s walked in on D’Angelo proposing to only me .

Shay is six foot, which means that he’s shorter than most hockey players. He’s prettier too. Shay’s spun golden hair tumbles over his sharp cheekbones.

He’s only twenty-one and is normally the most sunny person I’ve met. Apart from when he’s working out his anger issues on the ice, of course.

He’s one of my three beautiful PR nightmares, who Dad, Austin McKenna, the coach of the Bay Rebels, has made me responsible for twenty-four seven here in Captain’s Hall.

Because of his traumatic past, Shay has a philosophy of seizing every opportunity in life.

Shay puts a positive spin on his hellish training with the Assistant Coach, Colton, claiming that it gives him the chance to learn from the best.

He’s even positive about my habit of sleeping like a starfish and stealing the covers.

He doesn’t have D’Angelo’s patented jaded look.

But now, there’s a hurt that he’s trying to hide in his large, winter gray eyes.

My chest is tight.

“Congratulations.” Shay attempts to flash a smile. “Shall we open the champagne?”

D’Angelo appears to be struggling to contain his anger.

He pushes his curls back from his face, before snatching my hand from my chest and holding it up. “Is this her right or left hand? Perhaps, English astrophysicists truly do get their degrees by sending away for them online.”

Shay straightens, looking insulted. “Hey, I worked bloody hard for my degree. And that’s her right hand.”

“Uh-huh?” D’Angelo strokes over hand, before dropping it with an expectant expression.

When realization dawns on Shay, it’s like the sun coming out from behind a cloud to see his face brighten. “Fuck, you scared me.”

“Why, cucciolo?” D’Angelo says with a dangerous softness.

I try to shake my head at Shay, but risky thrill seeker that he is, he ignores me.

Shay rocks on his heels. “I’ve been expecting it, darlin’. It’s okay. You have everything to offer our Robyn, and what do I have? I look like trash next to you. I am trash. If you ever need to do this to get the press off our backs, then I get it. I just want to be allowed some place in your lives. I love you both. You wouldn’t leave Eden and me behind, if you married, right?”

My heart clenches.

Shit, has this been his fear from the start?

Eden’s?

My eyes burn with tears. I feel sick.

D’Angelo growls, pulling himself off the bed.

Called it.

He’s pissed.

Really pissed.

D’Angelo stalks toward Shay, who flattens himself against the doorframe.

D’Angelo cages him.

I clench the covers, darting glances between the two men. I can never tell whether they’re going to fight or hate fuck in these moments.

I don’t know whether they know either.

Shay often dances the line between daring D’Angelo to both spank and kiss him at the same time.

Yet I don’t think that he’s bratting now.

He meant what he said. And that makes my heart hurt.

I’m going to think up a way to show both the twins that they’re equals in this relationship and that I want them forever — I’ll never abandon them.

It’ll be a long process, however, because they’ve been abandoned too many times before.

D’Angelo towers over Shay. “Say. That. Again.”

Shay slips his hands behind himself like he’s wisely protecting his ass. “Hard pass.”

D’Angelo shoves Shay against the wall with an arm across his neck. “Eden and you are fucking family. My brothers. I don’t have my own family. Robyn and you are my everything. I may be competitive on the ice but I’m not off it. I’d never leave you behind.”

Shay’s eyes widen, before he relaxes into D’Angelo’s hold. “Your everything?”

D’Angelo leans closer, until their lips are brushing. “Are you trying to get me to compliment you?”

Shay’s lips quirk. “Is it working?”

D’Angelo smirks, before skirting his hand down Shay’s front, not quite touching his cock, which hardened to half-mast the moment that D’Angelo pressed him against the wall.

Shay sucks in his breath. His pupils dilate.

He attempts to hump his hips. But D’Angelo stills him by pressing his arm harder against his neck.

“A compliment…?” D’Angelo tilts his head, as if appearing to think hard. “How about that your lips look incredible stretched around my thick cock? Or the way that you break apart, when I deny you permission to come, makes me fucking hard? Or how your submission is a precious gift that I will always treasure?”

“That’s three,” Shay pants.

“Is it?” D’Angelo kisses Shay, passionately.

I watch the two men. It’s fucking hot. And they’re both mine.

D’Angelo pulls back from Shay.

He only releases Shay from his hold for a moment, however, before sliding his hand to the back of his neck in a hold that borders on the edge of being too harsh.

But it makes Shay melt.

D’Angelo drags Shay to the bed, before throwing him onto it.

Shay bounces with a delighted grin. “Beast.”

“Beauty.” D’Angelo smooths down his sleeves.

Shay crawls up to greet me with a kiss that’s slow, gentle, and fucking perfect.

I push Shay’s golden hair out of his beautiful eyes.

I need him to listen and understand this.

“Eden and you truly are equals to everyone else in this relationship,” I promise. “You won’t be abandoned again. You say you understand that but then, something like this morning happens, and I know that in your heart, you don’t get it yet.”

Shay nods. “I hated therapy in the past, love. But my brother has convinced me that I should try it again. I see why I need it.” Then his face lights up, and he bounces up onto his knees. “Does this mean that Eden and I get to buy you a ring as well? It’s like your jersey pendant that we bought you together. You could wear them secretly all the time. It’d be like our commitment to each other, but no one would know.”

D’Angelo looks conflicted.

I can tell that this ring was something special that he wanted to share with me.

But who can say no to Shay’s hopeful face?

Who can crush him twice in one day?

Please, don’t crush him…

D’Angelo marches stiffly to the bed.

“Precisely,” D’Angelo says like it’d been his idea all along.

I meet D’Angelo’s eye over Shay’s head, shooting him a grateful smile.

This proves that D’Angelo loves Shay as much as I do.

Shay studies the ring, smoothing his finger over it; his nails are painted with chipped metallic gray nail varnish. “Jude’s jersey number. Great idea. Wait, isn’t that the lucky charm you carry in your pocket to games and kiss three times, before…?”

“Enough.” D’Angelo reddens, diving to the bed and slamming his palm over Shay’s mouth. Shay’s laugh is muffled. “Do you have a lucky charm?”

He pulls his hand back from Shay’s mouth.

Shay wraps his strong arm around me. “You’re my lucky charm, love.”

My lips quirk. “Will you kiss me three times before every game?”

“Definitely.” Then Shay’s expression clouds. “But I haven’t received my first paycheck yet. Do you mind if my ring isn’t as fancy as Jude’s?”

I tip up Shay’s chin, kissing away the whisper of sadness and shame on his lips. “I wouldn’t care if it was neon pink plastic or a bottle cap.”

“Good because with Eden, it’s likely to be a cat ring.” D’Angelo chuckles.

Fuck, he’s right.

Or a squirrel one.

Possibly a cat hugging a squirrel.

Before Shay can freak out about money again, D’Angelo slips out his phone and turns in on. “I’m advancing Eden his PA pay. I can’t have him unable to buy the best kitty ring that money can buy.” He swipes on the phone, before closing it. “Done.”

Then he slips his phone back into his pocket.

Shay reaches out to clasp D’Angelo’s hand. “You’re the best boss.”

D’Angelo’s expression becomes devilish, as he rumbles, “I believe that you’ve made big promises in the past that you’d happily wake up to using your mouth on Robyn or me every morning.” He reaches to trace over Shay’s petal soft lips, and Shay allows his lower lip to be dragged open. “Don’t you think that this pretty mouth should be put to good use?”

My cheeks heat.

When I try to close my thighs, D’Angelo tuts.

“I don’t think so, principessa.” D’Angelo’s eyes are frosty. “Lie down and spread your legs. Let our pet see what he’ll be ravishing.”

Desire pulses through me at his words.

I take a deep breath, before rearranging myself on my back.

My legs splay open.

It turns me on to be this exposed before the men who I love.

Shay grins. “It’s a bloody perfect breakfast, love. I can’t wait to worship your gorgeous clit.”

“Tell me your safe words,” D’Angelo orders.

“Red, yellow, and green,” I reply.

“And what are you now?”

“Green.” Shay’s eyes are already glassy.

“Seriously green,” I reply.

“Call me Sir,” D’Angelo commands.

“Seriously green, Sir .”

D’Angelo’s breathing speeds up.

I forget the power that I have over him with that single word.

Shay crawls to lie over me. His hard, naked body presses against my sweaty skin.

I can’t resist reaching out and running my fingers along his pecs, feeling the muscles jump at my touch.

His breath hitches.

I ease my other hand over his shoulder.

Shay leans down to kiss me, and his hair brushes over my face.

His skin is soft but taut over corded muscle.

All of a sudden, D’Angelo snatches Shay by the hair and drags him down the bed to lie between my thighs.

Shay lets out a pained hiss, but I don’t miss the way that his cock has now fully hardened.

D’Angelo’s expression is commanding. He wrenches Shay’s head closer to my pussy.

D’Angelo’s gaze settles on me. “Don’t move. Let our toy do the work.”

Shay looks up at me through his thick lashes. He smiles, kissing my sensitive inner thighs, first one and then the other, reverently.

He adores my curves like I’m a goddess and not a hot mess.

He always does.

I’m already wet and throbbing to come, seeing this model-like man between my thighs.

Except, it’s the strength of his adoration that pushes me to the edge, before his lips are even touching me.

D’Angelo’s expression softens just for a moment, when his gaze meets mine like he knows how I’m feeling. Then it hardens again, as he pushes Shay’s face firmly against my pussy.

Shay’s nose grazes my clit, and I whine.

When Shay kisses my pussy, I wring the sheets between my hands.

Then he licks down the center of my pussy, and I arch off the sheets.

Pleasure is winding through me, higher and higher.

My pleasure is what’s getting Shay off.

He’s humping the sheets, and I don’t even think that he realizes it.

“That’s it, good boy.” D’Angelo directs Shay’s head where he wants it to go, up and down in maddening patterns over my pussy and clit. “Tongue Robyn’s pussy. Make us proud. Make her come. And if you don’t manage that before your brother brings us breakfast…” D’Angelo tightens his hand in Shay’s golden hair. My startled gaze meets D’Angelo’s. The twinkle in his eye doesn’t reassure me. “Then you won’t be coming for the rest of the day.”

Shay lets out a shocked whimper against my pussy that almost makes me come from the vibrations alone.

He starts tonguing me with renewed, desperate fervor.

D’Angelo pushes Shay’s face so hard against me that I don’t think he can breathe.

Shay doesn’t appear to care because he’s devotedly dedicated to making me come.

I moan. “Fuck, Shay, that’s…”

Incredible. Perfect. Overwhelming.

My orgasm is rushing toward me.

I can feel it, building up faster than normal.

Shay grips my hips harder to keep me in place.

“This is where you belong.” D’Angelo lays his strong hand on the back of Shay’s neck and squeezes. “Where you will always belong, pet. Do you understand that? You may have stress on the rink, with the press, or the upcoming road trip. But between us, you can shed all of that. Because this is what you crave. To be covered in my bites and marks, owned and claimed with your tongue buried in Robyn’s pussy. Your mouth will be filled with her taste for the rest of the day. Make her come. And admit that you’re our pet. Because this is where you belong — between Robyn and me — forever. ”

Shay is shaking.

When I glance down, his eyelashes are trembling with tears.

But he doesn’t stop trying to make me come.

He’s sucking hard on my clit.

I’m shaking apart.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” My toes curl. “I’m going to…”

“Tea,” a deep, rumbling English voice says from the doorway.