Pucking Road Trip (Bay Rebels #3)

Chapter 11

CHAPTER ELEVEN

D’Angelo’s Beach House, Freedom

D ’Angelo

The moon and stars shine down on the crashing waves and winding path, which leads over the sand dunes of my private beach.

Who gives a fuck about the night sky, however, when I have the woman who I love lying with her head in my lap?

I’ll leave the stargazing to Shay. All I want to gaze on is my Robyn’s face.

Or that face sucking my cock.

Robyn’s lips look amazing stretched around my large cock, while she stares up at me with eyes that have haunted my dreams for years.

She looks even more gorgeous, when she valiantly attempts to deepthroat me.

She’s always been ambitious.

It’s Shay, however, who looks incredible gagging on my cock, while his eyes glisten with tears.

Making Shay cry is becoming my new favorite hobby, especially when it’s from pleasure.

Robyn appears too comfortable to disturb, however, lying curled resting on me, even for the sake of a blow job.

I don’t normally believe in orgasm denial (for myself), but this time, I’m happy to stick with the romance of the moment…for now.

An open box of luxury chocolates rest on the arm of the couch.

I’m wearing a navy suit and tie but I’ve thrown my jacket over the back of the couch, which is on the back porch overlooking the sea.

Robyn looks beautiful in a light green off the shoulder dress with a flower embroidered pattern. She’s pushed off her sandals. Her bare feet rest on a cushion.

I bought this beach house, when I was dizzy with my new wealth and wanting to invest in something.

Property, businesses, and charities.

But then, I discovered that it’s lonely to drive out to a beach house by yourself.

There’s nothing more certain to make you feel like a loser than vacationing for the weekend in an empty mansion by the sea.

When I woke up this morning, after missing Robyn all of yesterday while she was off with Shay, I couldn’t wait to have her to myself.

So, I’m possessive.

Is it wrong to wish that you could tattoo your name over your loved one’s ass?

Actually, I’ll probably have more luck tattooing it onto Shay’s cock.

Something to think about.

Robyn peers up at me. “What are you scheming? You have a devilish look.”

“Do I, principessa?”

Robyn presses a kiss to my thigh. “Yep, it’s kind of hot.”

I stroke her hair, and she cuddles down onto the couch. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“I have a feeling that I wouldn’t,” she replies. “Now, hush. We’re missing the very end of the movie.”

“What a shame.”

It’s not.

This is the second time that Robyn’s watched Finding Nemo , her favorite Disney movie, since we arrived today.

And the second time that I’ve suffered through it with her.

I truly must be a good man.

We’re sitting out on the back porch of my wood paneled beach house, which is painted white like the wooden decking.

It’s filled with tall vases of orange roses. There are so many that it’s like being surrounded by a rose garden.

I ordered the roses specially for today because they’re Robyn’s favorite.

When she saw them, her eyes opened with surprise, then a breathless joy.

And that was the first moment I truly realized this is what our life could be like.

I could have this.

Robyn and I could vacation here at weekends.

I don’t need to be alone anymore.

After this season, I could live in my mansion in town with Robyn and the twins and then vacation here with them.

Eden would love the wildlife.

Shay would love skinny dipping on our private beach like Robyn and I did this afternoon.

We just need to survive this season.

A television is set up across from us, along with a sound system. Golden lanterns cast puddles of light at the corners of the porch. At the far side is a grand dining table and chairs.

Also, a globe that contains alcohol.

I needed to have a drink to get through this movie.

The other thing that’s helped me to get through this rewatch has been the feel of Robyn in my lap, along with her happy narrative, as she talks along to the movie like I don’t know what’s coming next.

Only she could make it charming to say the lines of dialogue, before the characters do.

See, that’s the power of love.

It’s the memory of the many, many times that we did just this at college as friends, before things became complicated because of Wilder, which makes warmth flood through me.

I think that Robyn wants to recreate that time too.

For six years, I never thought that I’d have this with her again.

I’m not going to fuck up my second chance with Robyn.

I push a curl of hair behind Robyn’s ear, studying her face.

She’s focused on the movie.

I force myself to look away from her and back at the screen.

Then I let out a relieved sigh. “The end credits. Thank Christ. This is my favorite part of the movie.”

“You like Robbie William’s swing cover of “Beyond the Sea”? It is very you.”

Robyn turns her head to nip my thigh in retaliation.

“No biting, she-devil.” My dick twitches. I can’t be blamed when Robyn’s so close to cock sucking territory. “I meant that the movie is finally ending. Although, the song playing over the credits is a good one. I could drink a cocktail to it and imagine that I’m in a smoky jazz lounge.”

“Why would you want to,” Robyn waves in the direction of the crashing waves, “when we’re somewhere amazing like this? We’re fucking lucky. Thank you for today. I can’t wait to bring the others here too. It’s going to blow Shay’s mind.”

I chuckle. “He’ll bound around the beach excitably and probably break half my stuff.”

“But he’ll be lit up like the sun. So, it’ll be worth it.”

I smile, softly. “Yes, it will. Plus, it’ll give me the excuse to punish him in enjoyable ways.”

“Harsh.”

“But fair.”

“And if it makes Eden smile, then—”

“It’ll be even more worth it.”

I pluck a heart shaped chocolate out of the box, and Robyn opens her mouth like a baby bird for me to feed it to her. Then she takes it from me, licking across my fingers.

“Hmm, strawberry cream.” She munches with a moan that makes my cock harden.

Fuck, I wish that Robyn would turn her head and nuzzle at me through my trousers.

If she was Shay, I’d simply grab her hair and guide her head where I wanted her to go. But we have a different dynamic.

Patience is hard.

“Don’t trick me and feed me a yucky coffee cream” Robyn attempts to look cutely stern.

“I wouldn’t dare.”

“Do you remember how we’d curl up together like this and watch Finding Nemo at college? Of course, without the handfeeding and licking.”

“I remember everything, cara mia.”

My heart beats quicker. My cheeks flush.

Robyn twists to look up at me. “Jude…?”

Damn, it does something to me when she uses my first name, especially whispered in that hushed voice.

It sounds like a prayer.

“Being with you at college on those movie nights with snacks, laughter, and deep chats about the meaning of the universe and other bullshit until the early hours...” I admit, my piercing gaze meeting hers. “They’re most special memories that I have. You were my best friend. You still are. Back then, spending time in your room granted me the greatest stability that I’d had in years. It was like having a home again for the first time since the day I kissed a boy and lost everything. Since my family beat the shit out of me and threw me into hell.”

“I didn’t know.” Robyn’s voice is raspy with tears. “You were my best friend too. But I could never read you. I treasure every moment that I spent with you. I wish that you’d felt able to tell me what you were going through then.”

“I wasn’t able to talk about it with anyone, even my sister. Plus, I was a dumbass. I was too proud. I was already a scholarship student who couldn’t afford new clothes or to eat some days. I became infamous for my Halloween costume, but it was the only way that I could go to the party.”

Robyn’s brow furrows. “You mean when you turned up as the horny devil, naked with only a pair of horns on your head…?”

“I couldn’t afford an actual costume. But I’ve learned to be creative, principessa. Naked is effective, when you don’t have anything to wear.”

“Shit.”

I shrug. “Luckily, I also learned to love being naked. I had so many rules at the discipline school that once I was out of there, I was desperate to break as many as possible. I didn’t want you to look at me and also see someone who was damaged.”

“I never would have.” Robyn’s eyes flash.

“You wouldn’t now.” I look away. “Back then, I couldn’t trust anyone. So, I guess that I’ve grown up too.”

“You’re right.” Robyn reaches to stroke down the front of my shirt over my abs, and I shiver. “You only need to tell me things when you’re ready.”

“At that point, I was still learning what it was like to function as an actual person, an individual who’d survived the tyranny of that school. Finally, I had the freedom to smile, look at who I wanted, even watch a movie without punishment.”

“You’re serious?”

“I wish that I wasn’t. If you lost attention even for a moment, or glanced out of a window to see the sky, then you’d be put in solitary confinement. It would have fucking destroyed Shay.” I take a deep breath, tapping my arm three times to control my spiraling anxiety. I can’t think of my cucciolo being sent somewhere like that just because he realized that he was bisexual. I’d never let anyone do that to him. Never . “Once, I tried to stand up for this new kid who was only in his early teens. He was sweet, terrified, and in tears. It was a mistake.”

Robyn’s eyes are sad. “What happened?”

“They made sure that I never stepped in again.” I run my hand through my curls, unable to stop myself checking that they’re still there. “They shaved off my hair.”

It should have been a small thing compared to everything else.

But it wasn’t.

It fucking wasn’t.

I was stripped and tied to a chair, while two women forcibly shaved my head. Watching my black curls fall to the dirty floor was like watching the last of my old life being cut away from me.

I didn’t recover from that.

Immediately, Robyn sits up.

She kneels next to me and wraps her arms around my neck.

I can’t look at her.

“Abusive pieces of shit. I wish that I could kick their fucking asses for you,” she growls.

She sounds dangerous.

I like that she’s fierce on my behalf.

“You don’t need to do that.” I run my hand through my hair, compulsively. “At college, you were the one who taught me to relax again, how to breathe, and how to live . I started to believe that I’d recover. You pulled me out of a dark place in my life, principessa. Well, that and a lot of therapy.”

“And Disney films.” Robyn kisses my cheek.

I chuckle. “You invented a whole new style of therapy.”

When she tugs at me, I get the message. I twist to face her. Then I sprawl back against the couch, as she holds onto me tightly.

“What’s your favorite one?” Robyn asks, hopefully. “We’ll watch it next time.”

I love the way that she assumes driving here in my Alfa Romeo is going to become a regular thing now, as if my abandoned beach house has truly been brought to life by her presence.

“Lucky me.” I roll my eyes. “Nothing with talking fish, cars, or…” I hesitate. “I am rather fond of a certain talking fox, however, an English one. Maybe that’s why I find Shay so sexy.”

Robyn perks up. “You want to give him a fox’s tail. There are butt plugs like that.”

Fuck, yeah.

Also, I’ve played like that with other submissives. Shay would look fucking hot as a cute fox.

“Cara mia, you have the best ideas. Our pet would look adorable with a tail swinging from his tight little ass and ears on his sweet head. I can just imagine that brat as a mischievous fox.” The image makes my cock even harder. I narrow my eyes dominantly at Robyn. I can imagine her right next to him. For now, I settle for adding, “Of course, Shay’s also English. Do you remember the animated Robin Hood film, which is set in England? Robin Hood is a gorgeous fox with fuck me eyes and a voice like melted caramel?”

Robyn flushes. “Sort of, but also, we have to watch that now because you certainly do. And the fox does sound like Shay.”

“Let’s just say that the fuckable fox in that movie kickstarted my bi-awakening at a young age.” I wrinkle my nose. “And also confused me about foxes for a long time.”

Robyn laughs.

Predatory now, I push her back on the couch. She lets out a surprise gasp. Her breathing picks up.

I lie over her, caging her. I push my hips against her.

My pupils dilate at the sensation of my hard cock in my pants, as it rubs against her thigh. I grind against her, letting myself ride on the waves of pleasure.

I entwine my hand with hers. The three rings gleam in the golden light.

Why am I not surprised that Shay gave her stars?

Robyn’s eyelashes flutter. Her dress rides up.

“Of course,” I murmur close to her ear, “there was that time you became obsessed with Frozen and watched it four times in a row.”

“F-f-five,” she manages to force out.

I arch my brow. “I rest my case. I’m the best friend in the world.”

Robyn’s laugh vibrates through me. It feels incredible.

“Is this…” She gestures between us, as I continue to pin and dry hump against her, “…your revenge for that? Because if it is, please don’t stop making me pay.”

I speed up my thrusts, struggling to hold back my orgasm. I let go of her hand, working it between us instead.

I push up her dress to give more friction against her thin, lacy panties.

She’s trembling. Her eyes are wide.

She’s never looked more beautiful.

Taking her apart drives me wild.

“If I was,” I say, “then I’d discipline you with a spanking because I had that song, Let It Go , as an earworm for months. But this…” I move one hand to Robyn’s throat, caressing the dip of her collarbone, before tightening my hold just enough to make her eyes widen further with pleasure. “…is my way of telling you a fantasy that I had of the movie but couldn’t admit at the time.”

She wets her lips. “Don’t tell me that you have a thing for snowmen as well as foxes?”

I tighten my hand around her throat, even though I laugh.

Robyn grins, before opening her lips to beg for a kiss.

I answer her request, ducking my head to capture those delicious lips.

She relaxes into the kiss, before I pull back.

Our lips still graze each other on each word that I say. “Want to know my fantasy? Poor Prince Hans. Mistreated by his family. A villain…but one who only needs to be taken in hand — by me — with a long, hard spanking. Then an even harder fucking. ”

“You were seriously sitting there plotting through the four…five…screenings of the movie about fucking Prince Hans? Imagining him over your lap?” Robyn sounds scandalized.

Why is she surprised?

Na?ve.

Plus, if I had to watch a movie that included comedy snowmen, then I could at least indulge in fantasies about taming wicked princes.

It’s only fair.

I didn’t understand that side to myself back then.

Yet I always had a dominant side. It’s a fundamental part of who I am.

I simply needed to find a community who could help me to express it in the safest and healthiest way with consent and boundaries.

My grin becomes as wicked as Hans’. “Not only Hans. I planned to seduce the two sisters as well. Then together, we could keep Hans, our bad boy, in line.”

I nibble on Robyn’s bottom lip, before looking up at her through my long eyelashes.

Robyn’s breathing has become rapid and uneven. Her hands clutch at my shoulders, even though she’s attempting to look outraged.

“I don’t believe you were thinking that. You told me that the film was boring.” Robyn’s hands open and close, as she humps up and down against me.

She’s close to coming, I can tell.

She doesn’t know that I won’t let her come. Not yet. I have plans.

Foreplay, however, is all about the buildup and the anticipation.

Her orgasm will be much more intense this way.

Pleasure is as much about our minds as our bodies. That’s one of the things that I learned, when I trained as a dom.

There’s more power in words than any flashy sex toy, expensive kink dungeon, or super-sized cock.

There’s even more power in planting a story or image in someone’s head, then letting them do the work of making themselves wet.

Robyn’s breathing hard.

Her panties are already soaked through.

“Did I?” I quirk my brow. “I jerked off to that fantasy in the college showers that night. Then I imagined what it would be like if you were the one over my knee.”

It’s true.

I don’t need to make anything up.

“Fuck.” Robyn leans up and steals a kiss, unable to resist.

I’m not expecting her hunger and passion. She grabs my hair, yanking me even closer.

My hand slides from her throat.

My hair covers her face like we’re in a world entirely by ourselves under the glow of the lanterns and the moon.

The movie has ended, and there’s nothing but the sound of the waves.

I could live here with her forever.

Except, I have another fantasy to fulfill for Robyn tonight.

I draw back from the kiss.

She’s looking at me with a depth of love that I’ve never experienced before.

I love the hell out of this woman who wears my lucky charm ring on her finger.

Robyn, my lucky twenty-two.

My intent gaze holds hers. “We need to drive back to Captain’s Hall in a couple of hours. But now, I’m going to take you to my bedroom, and we’ll christen it. Christen this entire house as ours. Then I’ll mark you as mine with a fantasy from the list that you made, which I marked confidential in the Guide. I promise, cara mia, these upcoming weeks may be tough, but you’re never going to forget tonight.”