Pucking Road Trip (Bay Rebels #3)

Chapter 17

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Captain’s Hall, Freedom

S hay

I lug my tattered scarlet suitcase after me down the steps of Captain’s Hall into the dazzling sunshine.

It’s so hot that I’m already sweating, despite only wearing a thin crimson t-shirt and jeans.

I’m still in a daze after last night.

D’Angelo drove us back here a couple of hours ago from the Garden of Eden to finish packing up for the road trip.

I’ve never passed out from pleasure before.

I mean, from starvation, illness, or beatings but not from an earth-shattering orgasm.

D’Angelo could destroy me.

Truly wreck the last, hidden part of me that I’ve kept safe from the world all these years.

So could Robyn.

But instead, D’Angelo’s breaking me down in a way that builds me up stronger afterward.

It works like the best training sessions on the ice do.

How did I get so bloody lucky?

Last night, I came around to find that I’d been untied from the bed. D’Angelo was petting my hair and massaging my wrists like I was precious… how he normally handles Robyn .

My breath caught.

I pretended to still be unconscious, simply to feel him continue to be gentle with me for a moment longer.

I’d crawl over broken glass for the aftercare that D’Angelo would offer afterwards.

When D’Angelo finally noticed my change in breathing, he raised a bottle of Gatorade to my lips.

“You were excellent for me,” he praised, as I drank. “You took all of that so well. I’m proud. How are you feeling?”

I assessed myself for a moment. “Good.”

“How did you find it? Was the cock ring too intense?”

I cuddled closer to D’Angelo, needing the physical contact.

D’Angelo pulled me against his chest at the same time as dragging a blanket around me.

“The cock ring was bloody intense,” I replied. “But I loved the way that it held me on the edge but also meant that my orgasm felt fully under your control. You could delay or deny it. Also, it made me feel…” I flushed, glancing away. “Owned. Wanted by you. It was almost like a…”

I cut myself off in time from saying a collar .

D’Angelo hasn’t offered that, and I know that it’s too early to be mentioning one.

I should be fucking grateful that Robyn and him are granting me this place between them.

I am.

But what if one day, they did offer me a collar?

It would be like a marriage, right?

I can’t let myself hope for that.

But if they did , maybe I’d feel safe that they weren’t going to throw Eden and me away.

I attempt to leap down the final step and then regret it, when my arse twinges.

Fuck, D’Angelo has an unfairly large cock.

Millionaire, musician, tall, dom, plus owner of a giant cock…it’s selfish of him to hog everything .

I squint through the light at the mammoth motorhome that’s standing in the driveway.

I whistle.

Shit.

“She’s a beast like you.” I grin at D’Angelo, who’s leaning against the motorhome with the same proprietary air that he saves for his Alfa Romeo or my ass.

D’Angelo’s dressed in his favorite navy suit and waistcoat. He’s stripped down to his crisp, white shirt with the sleeves rolled back to show his forearms.

His jacket is slung over his arm.

It’s so rare to see him casual like this that it feels like we’re on holiday already.

D’Angelo pushes open the door to the RV. “Wait until you see inside.”

Excitement bursts through me.

I bounce on my toes, before rushing to join D’Angelo in front of our new home for next couple of weeks.

I’ve never been on a road trip before.

My brother and I haven’t been on holiday.

After all the shit that Eden has been through (and is still going through), I’m determined that this feels like a holiday for him, even if it’s one with a fuck load of pressure and ice hockey games that could change my life, one way or the other.

I’m going to be on the road and visiting different places in America, however, with the people who I love.

After everything that’s happened in my life, that’s all that matters.

Seize the day, right?

“How are you now?” D’Angelo stops me by gripping my elbow, concern coloring his words. “Still feeling all right?”

Warmth floods me.

So, this is what it feels like to be truly, properly cared about.

Or would D’Angelo act the same way for any sub?

“Sore in the expected places,” I admit. “But I like it, you know? It’s a reminder of last night. And you were careful to check that there wasn’t any damage. I won’t break from some rough handling.”

“I may,” D’Angelo lets go of my elbow, “if I ever broke you in a way that I didn’t intend. Or if I couldn’t put you back together. So, apart from the pleasant type of soreness, are you okay?”

I take a moment to truly think about his question.

I shouldn’t have forgotten that these check ins are as much to meet D’Angelo’s health and needs, as they are for mine.

“I’m brilliant, darlin’,” I reassure him. “I’m more relaxed than I have been in days. The shower that we took together afterward helped my sore muscles. Practice has been challenging, and I don’t think that I realized how much I needed to be dropped. But it wasn’t only that. The whole day with you…”

How do I explain?

The only person who has taken me to expensive restaurants and treated me as special was Blythe.

I thought that she wanted to be my girlfriend.

Yet the moment that I tried to be her boyfriend, she tied me up and then beat me with a belt for daring to think that I deserved romance or love.

I was nothing but a plaything to her.

Deep down, I was terrified that D’Angelo would date me and then discover the same about me.

That I didn’t deserve to be his genuine boyfriend.

But instead, he spent an entire day as my best friend, boyfriend, and lover. He romanced me, before tying me up, and this time, he didn’t hurt me for daring to assume that what we had was real.

Instead, he tormented me with pleasure.

And afterward, we kissed, spooned, and slept together alone in the bed like a real fucking couple .

I’ve never had that.

I never dreamed that I could.

Please, don’t let me wake up.

D’Angelo’s expression gentles, before he kisses me, slow and tender. “Both day and night were perfect. I even appear to have won you over to comedy movie nights.”

I scrunch up my nose. “How about comedy horror as a compromise? I bet that you’d love Army of Darkness . Bruce Campbell is a legend. In it, he gives the grumpy get the fuck away from me vibes that you’re so good at, especially in the mornings.”

D’Angelo lets go of me with a haughty shove. “Dangerous words and an even more dangerous bet.”

“I like to live dangerously.”

I glance around, as Eden trudges down the steps with Robyn at his side.

Eden is dressed in relaxed gray joggers and t-shirt. Robyn’s poppy floral dress is pretty, flowing to her feet.

Eden is carrying his own gray bag over his shoulder and Robyn’s polka dotted suitcase in his hand.

His expression is mask-like, but I still know his expressions of pain well enough to read the thinness of his lips.

He shouldn’t be carrying those heavy bags. They must be hurting his cracked ribs.

To my surprise, D’Angelo moves at the same time as I do, bounding up the steps next to me.

Neither of us say anything, as we each take a bag from my twin.

Together, we walk toward the motorhome.

“This is incredible, Jude. It’s three times as large as I was imagining.” I study the giant white and silver vehicle.

“My remarkable PA here arranged it.” D’Angelo nods at Eden. “He’s in charge of the entire travel itinerary.”

Eden ducks his head. “The equipment manager has our gear. The itineraries have been emailed to you all.”

I snort. “ Pfft , who has time to check…?”

D’Angelo glares at me.

“I mean, I do,” I hurriedly add. “As soon as we hit the road. Well done, bro.”

“Luckily, we have one person who’s super organized.” Robyn kisses Eden. “If this was down to me, we’d probably end up in Alaska or Australia.”

“Anywhere beginning with ‘A’ then.” D’Angelo chuckles. “I’ve always wanted to visit both places. Perhaps, we should have put you in charge of this trip.”

Robyn shudders. “Hundred percent no.”

I trace my finger along the side of the motorhome. “Wasted opportunity here, Dee. Why didn’t you make it arctic blue? Wait, I know. What about the Bay Rebels logo? We could graffiti spray on a puck with all those flames. It’d look epic like a racing motorhome.”

Robyn strolls to me, before gripping me by the chin. “Incognito. Laying low. Undercover. Perhaps, I wasn’t clear enough about our PR role here, but it’s not to ride a trail through California promoting the Bay Rebels, while we’re without security, and possibly being surrounded by screaming fans. By being separated from the other staff and players, we’re meant to be avoiding trouble, rather than becoming a beacon for it.”

“Got you.”

Robyn’s brow furrows, before she turns my head to the side. “Did you have fun last night?”

My expression becomes dreamy, as I catch D’Angelo’s gaze. “So much, love.”

“So much that a vampire bit you?”

Shit, D’Angelo’s playing rough moment last night, when he bit my neck.

I shiver.

Eden’s stony gaze slides to D’Angelo.

“A gorgeous vampire,” I hurriedly clarify, “who swooped over poor me, the innocent beauty who was sleeping.” Robyn snorts. Rude. “Then ravished me, sinking his fangs into my neck and drinking my yummy blood. Now, I’m shackled to their will, spell-bound as their blood lover.”

My cock hardens.

I need to add that to my fantasy role play list. D’Angelo would look incredible dressed as a vampire.

“I even used a ring to control him,” D’Angelo says, coolly.

I flush. “Thanks for adding that detail.”

“No problem.”

Robyn perks up. “I’ve been desperate to know what was in that mysterious package. I had a guessing game with Neve and Code last night, which included a squeezable stressticles toy, HOCKEY HAIR, DON’T CARE key chain, or a penis leash.”

“A penis leash…?” My eyes widen.

And now I’m imagining being led around by my cock, with D’Angelo holding the chain.

Kink unlocked.

“That last one was Neve, wasn’t it?” D’Angelo says, frostily. “She better have been planning for Shay to be the one wearing it.”

“I wouldn’t bet on it.” Robyn smirks.

Before D’Angelo can explode, I tell Robyn, “I’ve packed the ring. How about I show you later?”

Robyn smiles. “I’d love that.”

D’Angelo arches his brow. “If you’re bound to my will, cucciolo, then get your ass inside. Now.”

I roll my eyes. “Vampires, always so grumpy in the sunlight. Shouldn’t you be the one worrying about getting inside, before you’re turned into a little pile of ash?”

Robyn laughs.

When D’Angelo bares his teeth into a snarl, which is disturbingly (and hotly), convincing as a vampire, I hold my hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay. I know that you’re all bite and no bark.”

D’Angelo swipes my ass, as I climb up the steps into the motorhome.

I chuckle, hearing the others trail behind me.

Then I stare around myself in amazement.

“Is this the TARDIS?” I drop the bags onto one of the two plush silver couches, which curve around both sides of the vehicle. It even has blue cushions on it. “It’s bigger in here than our dorm room was. I mean, it’s not much smaller than the ground floor of our parent’s house.”

I take a deep breath in, then cough. “What’s that chemical stench?”

“New RV smell.” Eden pushes open a window.

“Huh, like new car smell.” I dart around the motorhome, dragging open drawers and peering into lockers. “I’ve always wanted to know why people rave about that.”

The inside is wooden with accents of silver and blue. Behind the curved couches is a table with a bright blue cover on it for meals. Stools that are welded to the floor stand underneath it.

To one side is a gleaming kitchenette.

When I drag open the fridge and poke around, it’s fully stocked.

“Beer,” I exclaim. “You’ve thought of everything, Dee.”

“What about whiskey?” D’Angelo throws his bags next to mine and then settles behind the huge wheel at the front, adjusting the seat and mirrors.

Of course he’s driving. He’d never let up that control to someone else.

Eden shakes his head. “You’re driving. But I have tea.”

“The sacrifices that I make,” D’Angelo mutters, checking over the controls.

Robyn bounces up and down on the couch, as excited as I am. “This is amazing.”

When Eden sits next to her, she happily lays her head on his chest.

I explore to the back of the motorhome, sliding open the doors with a satisfying whoosh to discover a tiny shower and bathroom.

I slide the doors open and shut a couple of times, enjoying the sound.

“Shay,” Eden scolds behind me.

I hunch my shoulders. “Sorry.”

“Let him,” Robyn says. “What’s the bedroom like?”

I bound the final few steps to the back of the RV.

I throw open the sliding door with a flourish.

Then I stare at the silver room, which is entirely taken up by a vast single bed with luxurious blue bedding that matches Eden and my eyes.

I turn to Robyn with a smile. “Look at that, it’s an only one bed situation. Looks like we’re going to have to share. The hardship.”

“You could take the couch.” Eden’s lips twitch.

“He can’t.” Robyn’s dancing gaze meets mine. “Who else is going to give me the best morning wake ups in the world?”

I lean in the doorway. “It would be a crime to miss my tongue.”

“It would be a crime not to wake up in the arms of the three men who I love.” Robyn’s gaze is the sun that warms me.

When Robyn looks at me like I’m everything — like just being with me means the fucking world to her — it makes me want to live up to being the man she thinks I am.

I will.

Every goal that I score will be for this new family of mine.

For the team that signed me, when no one else would.

For her dad, the coach who believed in me.

For the town that has adopted me.

And most of all, for the woman who is not only in my heart but is my heart.

Eden leans over and kisses Robyn like it’s for both of us.

My brother’s gaze is dark. I know that he’s thinking the same as I am.

We won’t be alone again.

Finally, Eden draws back.

Robyn’s eyes are glassy. Her chest is rising and falling.

She looks a hot mess. Yet I love seeing her worked up like this from simply a kiss.

“You’re getting good at that.” Robyn settles back on Eden’s chest. He loops his arm around her shoulders. “Kissing.”

“Practice makes perfect.” Eden’s amused gaze slides to mine.

I just about stop myself giving my twin the thumbs up.

I slip my hand into my pocket and send him the emoji thumbs up instead.

“Lots and lots of practice,” Robyn agrees. “You need dedication. Multiple times a day.”

“That’s the ethos I live by. Except, replace kissing with fucking.” I stroll to the front of the motorhome, leaning on D’Angelo to watch him as he messes with the controls.

When I reach to touch a particularly exciting looking button, D’Angelo bats away my hand.

“No touching,” D’Angelo commands.

I cradle my hand. “But what about…?”

D’Angelo shoots me a warning glare. “No.”

My eyes light up, when I notice the music system. “As resident music fanatic, I claim the radio.”

I reach for the knob, but with his legendary fast reflexes on the ice, D’Angelo catches my wrist. “Anybody who touches the radio or changes the station will lose their fingers.”

He sounds dangerously serious.

“Does that mean that we’ll be listening to dead blokes like Mozart the entire way?” I demand.

D’Angelo smiles, smugly. “Prepare yourself for an entire journey of dead blokes from Bach to Beethoven.”

“Be scared of the alliteration,” Eden deadpans.

I glance between them. “I don’t know about this alli guy, but the others sound boring as hell. Don’t worry, I’m sneaky. I’ll have you singing along to the Arctic Monkeys by the time we arrive.”

D’Angelo lets go of my wrist with a caress. “Try it, cucciolo.”

Is that an invitation or a threat?

“Music wars aren’t the important thing here.” Robyn leans forward. “We’re traveling apart from the others to keep off the press radar. So, how about you keep your attention on the road and don’t crash?”

“ Don’t crash ,” D’Angelo repeats. “Why do I think you don’t have a high level of expectation?”

“More like I’m tempering expectations to avoid disappointment. We simply need to get through this.”

“Are we pulling up somewhere to sleep at night?” I ask. “Jude can’t drive day and night for three days, and Eden and I don’t have the right license to help.”

“And I would crash,” Robyn adds.

“It’s in the itinerary.” Eden rubs at his forehead. “A parking lot and a campsite on route. Jude has insisted that he’ll drive fourteen hour days. We need to go now to meet our timings.”

D’Angelo salutes. “You’re the boss. Well, I am, but you’re the man with the schedule and that makes you the true boss like most PAs. Now, everyone move to the seats at the front and strap yourselves in.” He puts in the ignition key. “This pucking road trip is officially about to begin.”