Pucking Road Trip (Bay Rebels #3)

Chapter 3

CHAPTER THREE

Captain’s Hall, Freedom

R obyn

Tea …

That one word, as if I have a kink for English butlers (and maybe I do), tips me over the edge.

“That’s right, just like that Shay.” I throw back my head, closing my eyes. “Fucking, yes…”

A wave of pleasure hits me.

My back arches. My hips lift off the bed. I thump the sheets, once and then again.

I’m shivering, as a second wave of pleasure hits me. I struggle to ride it out.

D’Angelo caresses my stomach. Shay strokes my hip.

I take deep, gasping breaths, before laughing.

I can’t help it.

That was fucking intense.

I glance down at Shay.

D’Angelo finally lets go of Shay’s hair, sprawling back indolently like he hasn’t just masterminded some of the best sex of my life.

I reach down to card my fingers through Shay’s hair to soothe the tremors that are running through him. “You’re such a perfect man. Gorgeous and good for me.”

Shay stops sucking, although his heavenly lips are still sealed around my clit.

I don’t blame him, since the one word, tea , which sent me crashing over the edge into orgasm, means something very different to him.

It means that he’ll be aching with frustration for the rest of the day. Of course from our negotiations and contract, I also know that he’ll love that, as much as he hates it.

Plus, the orgasm that he has tomorrow will more than make up for it.

D’Angelo knows that too, which is why he’s playing this game.

“What is it with people leaning in my bedroom doorway this morning?” D’Angelo demands. “I’m going to start to learn to close doors because obviously, I was raised in a barn, or else buy you bells to wear around your necks by pretty ribbons like you’re kittens.”

Eden doesn’t look guilty but he does appear to be insulted by that image. “Kitten abuse.”

“But sweet.”

“Is my brother in trouble?” Eden demands.

I glance at Eden.

I’m lying in a sweaty heap on the bed, dazed and debauched. Eden’s twin looks even more of a hot mess than I do, laid between my thighs.

Eden, however, is calm and put together.

He has golden hair like Shay, but it’s slicked back from his face. This makes his cheekbones look sharper than his brother’s. His right eyebrow is pierced, making him seem edgier too.

Eden is dressed in a gray t-shirt and black leather trousers. He’s holding a serving tray that’s decorated with cartoon cats in top hats and monocles.

Happiness winds through me at the sight of the steaming blue mugs of tea and piles of bacon rolls.

My mouth waters.

Eden’s balancing the tray on one hand. It’s impressive. The muscles on his arm bulge.

His other arm is in a sling.

I can see by the way that he’s shifting that his cracked ribs must be hurting him.

I bet that he won’t say anything. He never complains.

Eden has gorgeous tattoos on his arms. The ink is in stark contrast to the ice white of his skin.

Black roses wind up both of his forearms with spiky thorns like he’s fighting his way through them.

I was privileged for him to tell me what his tattoos mean. I’m the first woman who he’s been able to talk to about them.

The twins were literally sold by their addict biological parents, when they were kids.

They both have different ways of coping with that trauma, some of it healthy and some of it not.

Eden’s ink is a way of taking back control over his life and body. Black roses symbolize that he’s endured pain but he’s still bloomed.

And Eden has bloomed.

Eden’s brother may be the star athlete who shines on the ice, but Eden is the fucking heart of our relationship. He may be quieter than his extrovert brother but he holds us together with his caring dominance.

When he’s not making sure that we eat by slipping sandwiches and snacks in front of us, he’s ironing my clothes for important meetings, or even managing to out dom D’Angelo to make sure that he rests.

I just wish that he would realize he’s worthy of the same care.

Shay gives my clit one final kiss, before resting his head on my thigh with a sigh. “Am I in trouble? Let me put it this way, I don’t get to come for the rest of the day because I didn’t get Robyn to come in time, that’s all.”

Eden’s gaze slides to D’Angelo like two dominants checking in with each other. “Fair.”

“Traitor.” Shay looks outraged. “So much for the Circle of Twins.”

“Work harder to please our Robyn next time.” Eden advises with the same tough attitude that he uses to coach his brother on the ice.

It’s effective.

When Shay looks at me for sympathy, despite knowing that it’s for show, I can’t help urging him up to rest against my stomach.

When I pet Shay’s hair, he happily hugs his arms around me.

“That was amazing,” he murmurs. “Thanks, love.”

I smile. “Let’s sit up and have some real breakfast.”

“I only need you.”

“You won’t be saying that, when I’ve eaten all of your brother’s bacon rolls.”

“And she can do it,” D’Angelo warns.

“I can,” I say, proudly. “They’re my favorite.”

Shay reluctantly lets go of my legs.

Together we sit up next to each other on the bed. Shay pulls me into a slow, lingering kiss.

When we draw apart, Shay kisses down my jaw. I shiver at the electric sensation that makes my skin tingle.

He sits as close to me as he can. He needs this closeness after a scene.

I wince, when I see how painfully hard he is. His gorgeous cock curves up against his stomach.

It’s difficult to resist licking it.

Shay looks hopefully at D’Angelo. “Darlin’, you wouldn’t let me just…?”

He gestures down at his cock, before making the universal jerking off gesture.

D’Angelo’s eyes become icy. “Not a chance, cucciolo.”

“Good try.” I nudge Shay’s shoulder.

D’Angelo pushes off the bed and strolls to Eden. “Let me help.”

“I can manage,” Eden replies. “I’m not weak.”

“I know that.” D’Angelo huffs. “Asking for help or allowing yourself to be helped, however, doesn’t mean you’re not strong. It took me years to work that out.”

After a long moment, Eden holds out the tray to him, and D’Angelo takes it.

Together the two men stroll to the bed. They sit down, as on other mornings, opposite Shay and me.

Although, I’m not sure that there have been other mornings, when Shay and I have both been naked, and Shay’s cock has been like a steel pole.

Shay doesn’t appear self-conscious, ignoring his dick now or at least making a good impression that he is.

I grimace.

Shay is more accident prone than I am.

I really hope that he doesn’t spill his tea…

When Eden passes me a porcelain mug, I scrunch up my nose at the softly aromatic and fragrant scent.

I meet Eden’s stormy gray eyes. “Do you have an endless supply of Earl Grey?”

Eden’s expression is serious. “I don’t run out of essentials. I always have an emergency supply.”

I suppose English people don’t run out of essentials like stiff upper lips, chat about the weather, or sarcasm.

Eden gives me a piercing look, before nudging the plate of bacon rolls toward me.

The bacon rolls are large, buttery, with thick bacon hanging temptingly out of the sides.

My eyes light up. My stomach rumbles.

I grab a bacon roll, which is soft and warm. When I take a bite of the smoky, meaty roll, I moan in delight.

“Hmm,” I mumble.

Suddenly, I realize that the three men on the bed are watching me with wide eyes.

“Respect.” Shay’s fixated on my mouth. “You could have your own OnlyFans site, love. It would just be you eating food. I bet that you could make millions.”

“How about a site with me spanking your ass?” D’Angelo growls.

Shay tilts his head. “It depends. How much do you think we could make?”

I swallow as fast as I can. “Hey, vetoed. All vetoed. As PR Director, I’m saying stay focused on your current careers. We have enough secrets that the press could use against us.”

“They have no right to.” D’Angelo’s lips pinch. “Our relationship should be personal. We may be public figures, but I don’t know why I deserve to be punched in the dick by that public for everything that I do in my private life…or simply for being who I am . But the press have already ripped me apart for being a playboy for six years, as well as for my bisexuality. I don’t want any of you to go through that. We need to protect ourselves. So, Shay shouldn’t be outed. Nobody should be pressured to reveal their sexuality, gender identity, or whether they are submissive or dominant. I’m going to do everything to shield you from that.”

“And that’s my job too as your PR Director.” I place down the bacon roll and warm my hands on the mug. “I know that it’s been a tough start to the season. I swear, however, that I’ve been messaging every contact I have in the media to change your images, along with the narrative around the team. I’m curating a list of friendly journalists and influencers. You’ll be the darlings of the press soon.”

D'Angelo chuckles. “Truly devil to angel.”

“I can see your halo already.”

“I can’t.” Shay gestures at his dick. “This is the work of the devil.”

D’Angelo smirks. “But you took Robyn to heaven.”

Eden picks up a mug and passes it to D’Angelo, before passing another one to Shay.

“Thanks, bro.” Shay takes a swig. “That’s good.”

Eden looks pleased but he’s studying the ring on my hand.

He doesn’t say anything.

I exchange a glance with D’Angelo.

“I gave her the ring,” D’Angelo explains. “It’s my jersey number. Shay has suggested that you each buy her a ring too. It’s a good idea. I’ve advanced you this month’s salary, if you’d like to get her something today. You can use my connections to have it ordered and delivered. There are some perks to being a millionaire. I don’t often use them but well…”

Eden clenches his hands for a moment but he looks thoughtful.

“You don’t have to,” I say, worried. “It was just—”

“Are we getting engaged?” Eden asks.

I stare at him in shock.

D’Angelo closes his eyes for a moment.

Shay leans forward, until his forehead is touching his brother’s.

I don’t intervene because this feels important.

Eden doesn’t speak much. When he does, it’s imperative to listen.

“Is that what you want?” Shay asks, quietly. The twins’ golden hair mingles. “You know that it can’t be official, right? Sadly, the press and sponsors won’t be accepting of our poly set up. At least, not yet. Plus, we don’t need anything traditional like that because our love is just as precious without it. We have other ways to show our commitment. These rings are like a secret promise between us. You’ve known from the start that I’m bloody obsessed with the woman. I want to show her that I’m in this forever, if she’ll have my overactive, accident prone self. But you don’t have to be at the same stage that I am. You can take your time and just see how things go. There’s no pressure.”

I hold my breath.

Eden grips the sides of the tray. He closes his eyes for a moment, thinking hard.

When he opens his eyes again, they’re steely with determination. “I want you to be happy, Shay. Being engaged to someone who loves you would make you feel safe and wanted. I dreamed of that happening one day. But I’m not sure that I’m ready.”

“Then you don’t need to be,” I say, hurriedly. “Eden, we can all take this at our own pace. We’ve known each other for varying lengths of time. We’re different people, with different pasts and needs. There’s no right way to love. Simply having you in my life right now makes me happy, right?”

Pink tinges Eden’s cheeks.

“Hear that, bro?” Shay pulls back from Eden, nudging his shoulder. “You’re enough for our Robyn.”

“This is why we need to learn to love,” D’Angelo points out. “We should spend a day alone together on dates.”

Shay’s expression brightens. “Mine’s going to be the best.”

“Not competitive, remember?”

Shay leaps off the bed, as if the excitement of the date has made him forget about his hard cock and aching balls, and begins pacing.

He also appears to have forgotten that he’s holding a mug of tea.

When the hot liquid splashes Shay’s naked abs, he flinches. “Whoops, I’ll just put this down, before I scald something important to me.”

“Important to Robyn and me too,” D’Angelo points out.

Shay places the mug on the nightstand, before returning to his pacing.

“So, we have an entire day with Robyn…?” Shay twirls, waving his hands around for emphasis. “Wow, love, I’m going to plan such amazing things for you.”

I grin. “I can’t wait.”

Eden gathers the bacon rolls onto a porcelain plate, which is decorated with cats playing hockey, and places it next to me. Then he places the tray onto the floor.

He avoids meeting my gaze. “I have to work.”

D’Angelo shrugs. “You don’t. I’ve spoken to your boss.”

“You’re my boss.”

“Exactly. He seems like a good guy. I liked him. Anyway, when I spoke to myself, I agreed that you could have Monday off to spend it taking Robyn on the first date.”

Eden’s lips twitch into an almost smile. “Thank you.” Then he finally raises his gaze to mine, holding out his hand. I take it, squeezing. “I’ll do my best.”

“However we spend our day, I’ll love it because I’m with you,” I promise.

Eden’s lips twitch again, which is as close to a smile as he usually gives.

Apart from the first time that we had sex.

Until then, he was a virgin.

When he smiled, I treasured it.

I treasure Eden.

Shay crawls onto the bed, scrambling across to kneel in front of D’Angelo.

“Would you go on a date with me too next week?” He asks in a small voice like he’s expecting to be rejected.

I hold my breath.

Is this the first time that Shay’s asked out a man before?

D’Angelo has allowed Shay to go on his bi-awakening journey himself and at his own pace. Shay is the one who told us that he was in love with us both.

When he went on a first date with D’Angelo, however, it was because D’Angelo offered and arranged it. He wanted Shay to realize that they weren’t a casual hookup and that it wasn’t only about sex.

But this is different.

D’Angelo studies Shay over the lip of his mug, as he takes a sip of tea. “Did you think that I hadn’t planned to spend one of the days with you as well?”

Shay sits back on his heels in shock. “You did?”

D’Angelo’s expression gentles. “Of course I did, cucciolo.”

“Oh.” Shay looks shell-shocked.

D’Angelo’s eyes flash like he wishes that he could hurt everyone who has ever made Shay doubt himself. “And yes, I would love to go on a date with you. Let me make this clear, however, as this is our second date, I get to choose the food and movie. I will not be burning my mouth on another curry or having nightmares about Pinhead.”

Shay looks smug.

He pats D’Angelo’s leg. “Don’t worry, darlin’, we’ll eat Italian and watch a comedy, if that’s what you want. Don’t feel bad. Not everybody can handle hot foods or scary movies.”

Shay truly doesn’t want to come any time soon…

“Brat,” D’Angelo mutters.

Shay’s eyes dance.

“Don’t forget your scheduled practice sessions this week with Colton,” Eden points out like the perfect PA that he is.

D’Angelo finishes his tea with a flourish, placing the empty mug on the nightstand. “It had to be with that hard-ass.”

Shay perks up. “I love the way that Colton pushes us to be the best that we can be.”

See, Shay’s my Little Mr. Sunshine.

“I’ll remind you of that next time you’re puking up your guts from skating laps,” D’Angelo mutters.

“Then we’ll also have to prepare and pack for the California road trip,” I say.

D’Angelo shudders dramatically. “How about not mentioning it by name? Don’t jinx it.”

“Superstitious.” Eden pulls back from me to cross his arms.

All of a sudden, I sit bolt upright, almost spilling the remainder of my tea in my lap (and naked that truly would’ve made me howl). “Dad!”

Eden gives me a long, considering look.

“She does that,” D’Angelo drawls, “yells out Dad in bed. It’s not surprising with her mammoth sized daddy issues.”

Asshole.

I blush.

“No…yes…not like that…sort of…but not in the kinky…” I take a deep breath to stop my desperate rambling, especially when I see how amused Shay is looking. “We can prepare as much as we like, but nothing changes that Dad told us that shit is going to hit the fan on the away games and that our dark secrets will be exposed. What’s the mystery? We’ll have to try to find out before we go, or I’ll fail at my job of shielding you. You’ll be caught in some kind of PR nightmare, when we’re far from home without the support of our town and most of our home fans. If…whatever this is…blows up in our faces on the road trip, then we’re fucked.”

Suddenly, D’Angelo’s phone vibrates on the nightstand, making me jump.

“Sorry.” D’Angelo reaches to answer it, before scowling. He glances at me in surprise. “Are you able to summon your dad by mentioning his name? I’ve often wondered if he was a demon.”

“It’s Dad?” I hiss.

Eden and Shay both sit up straighter like Dad can see them through the phone.

Wildly, I can’t stop myself glancing around the room.

Please don’t let Dad have bugged this room.

If he has, then he deserves the trauma of hearing D’Angelo say this morning lie down and spread your legs .

But possibly not the therapy that he’ll need to recover from hearing D’Angelo say last night you look so pretty, when you’re choking on my cock .

I blame the parental third eye again.

D’Angelo holds the phone to his ear and answers the call.

“Coach,” D’Angelo says with a false calm like he isn’t sprawled in bed next to the man’s naked daughter, “any reason that you’re calling me so early on a Sunday morning?”

D’Angelo winces, and I can hear the tinny voice of Dad no doubt yelling at him.

Anxiety spikes through me.

D’Angelo pales, as he always does when faced with my dad who is both a parental and an authority figure. He also holds D’Angelo’s career and future in his hands.

Dad has too much power.

D’Angelo has a troubled past with his own asshole parents but he’ll still stand up against mine.

I admire him for that.

“Your daughter doesn’t need to be leashed to her phone,” D’Angelo snaps. “I thought we’d already established that. So, you’re playing the game of calling all of us again to get to her, are you?”

I bite my lip.

I should remember that Dad expects me to be available twenty-four seven.

D’Angelo arches his brow at me, which I know means, do you want to take this?

I definitely don’t.

I shake my head, hugging my arms around myself.

Eden rests his hand on my knee.

D’Angelo straightens his shoulders. “She’s gone out. Running.”

Okay, not the most believable lie.

That tinny yelling again.

D’Angelo grimaces.

“Oh, give it here.” I hold out my hand. D’Angelo hesitates for a moment, before passing over the phone. “Morning, Dad.”

“That was a short run. You returned to the house miraculously fast.” Dad’s gruff voice harrumphs.

“That’s me — a miracle.”

“You’re a PR Director ,” Dad barks. “I warned you that starting today you’d need to be on top of the crazy press scrutiny after the whole opening to the season that included a blackmailer journalist.”

“I didn’t know that today had started yet.” I mime looking at my watch, despite being naked. I’m not certain whose benefit it’s for, since Dad can’t see me. But it makes me feel better. “It’s not even seven a.m. yet.”

“The early bird gets the worm and the lazy assed bird gets eaten by the cat,” Dad warns.

“Wow, that’s a harsher saying than I thought it was.”

“It’s my version. So, get out of bed…” I start to splutter, but Dad cuts me off. “Don’t try and deny it. Jude could never lie to me, and I know him too well. Then get your ass down to Rebel Arena. We need to talk.”