Pucking Road Trip (Bay Rebels #3)

Chapter 18

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Parking Lot, Arkansas

S hay

I walk my fingers slowly — sneakily — toward the button that will change the radio station.

Come on, Shay, you can do this.

I glance at D’Angelo out of the corner of my eye.

I’m sitting next to D’Angelo at the front of the RV. He’s staring fixedly at the road as he has been for the last three hours without a break.

D’Angelo’s scarily focused when he drives.

He’s also a music dictator who loves to listen to classical shit at top volume.

I wince.

Somebody has to stand up and rebel.

I should earn a rock medal shaped like a guitar, if I succeed in this mission to change the music to Motorhead rather than Mozart.

I fight to stop my leg jiggling with nerves, as my fingers inch toward the button.

Now, I only need to press it…

“Change that channel,” D’Angelo says without glancing away from the road, “and lose your fingers.”

How does he do that? Brat mindreading?

I snatch my hand away like I’ve been burned.

Eden snorts with amusement.

I glare over my shoulder at my brother.

Eden is relaxed in the row of seats behind me like a cat, despite the seatbelt.

He’s balancing a laptop on his lap, typing one handed on it much faster than I can do with two hands.

Robyn’s head rests on Eden’s shoulder, where she’s slumped snoring in the seat next to him.

It must be love, when I can find her adorable, even with drool at the corner of her mouth.

“You’re working too bloody hard, bro,” I complain. “This is meant to be a holiday.”

“Firstly, it isn’t,” D’Angelo points out. “Secondly, keep your voice down, our Robyn is taking a nap. And thirdly, you’re not working. So, it balances things out.”

I cross my arms, lowering my voice. “It is a holiday.”

I stare out of the window at the night sky.

It appears clearer here, somehow. The moon is brighter.

The mountains are rugged. The beautiful hickory forest lies in shadow on either side, blurring as we pass. The roads are quiet, while occasional cars drive by like ghosts.

When I glance back at D’Angelo, to my surprise, his hands have tightened around the wheel.

“I was wrong,” D’Angelo says. “It is a vacation, if we want it to be. But the driver is still in charge of the music.”

“Is that a rule?” Eden asks.

D’Angelo hesitates. “It was Dad’s rule. My family sometimes hired an RV over summer.” He forces his hands to relax on the wheel. “Play anything you like, cucciolo.”

My chest is tight.

I hear what he’s saying as loudly as what he isn’t.

I don’t even know my biological dad’s name. Eden and I only called him Man.

But it’d kill me, if I thought that I was acting the same as he did.

I’d make sure that Eden kicked my ass the moment that happened.

“It’s okay.” I shrug. “This classical shit is growing on me.”

Sorry, rock gods.

“Well, that was convincing.” D’Angelo’s lips quirk, before he reaches to turn down the music.

Finally.

I glance out of the window at the forested mountain in awe, as D’Angelo navigates a bend. “Everywhere feels so much bigger than in England. What state are we in now?”

“Arkansas.” Eden looks up from his laptop. “Pull off at the next exit.”

I’m proud of the way that although D’Angelo is in charge inside the RV, my brother is in charge of the journey itself.

Eden’s really stepped up with directions and planning this trip.

He’s finding his voice.

D’Angelo nods. “Thank Christ. It’s been a long day.”

D’Angelo slowly pulls the motorhome off at the exit. The new rood is smaller and quieter.

A small collection of houses, however, begin to gather on either side.

“Was it too long?” Eden sounds worried. “I can adjust the timings for tomorrow.”

“It’s better for us to get there,” D’Angelo replies. “Shay can give me one of his massages.”

“Of course, darlin’.” I wiggle my hands. “They’re magical, which is why you shouldn’t threaten them.”

I give D’Angelo a hopeful look.

“Perhaps,” D’Angelo arches his brow, “it’s why you should be careful not to misbehave.”

“Never going to happen. Where are we parking?”

“A store parking lot, where it’s legal.” Then Eden resignedly adds, “you still haven’t read the itinerary.”

“I glanced at it over lunch.” Shit, why didn’t I pay more attention? I blame how mesmerizing Robyn’s tits are. I was happily stroking them, while she fed me a chocolate-chip muffin. It was difficult to keep my concentration on my phone. “I’ll memorize it tonight, I swear.”

“You won’t.” Eden’s gaze darkens. “Everybody needs to relax.”

Just for a moment, D’Angelo’s expression becomes wicked. “Excellent idea.”

I look startled.

What the hell is he thinking about?

“Here.” Eden points out of his window.

D’Angelo sweeps the motorhome into a small parking lot, which is in front of a grocery store.

The lights are still on inside the store. It looks open, but there are only a couple of other parked cars.

Eden carefully places his laptop into its bag, which he’s decorated with the Bay Rebels logo, as well as a black cat TALK TO THE PAW sticker in the corner.

D’Angelo parks the motorhome in a dark corner under a tall oak tree at the far side of the parking lot, away from the other customers.

I sigh with relief, as the engine shuts off.

D’Angelo slips off his belt, stretching and turning his neck from side to side. “That massage sounds good about now.”

“Yes, Sir.” I grin at the way that D’Angelo’s pupils instantly dilate.

I throw off my own seatbelt, before squirming up onto my knees. I reach to massage D’Angelo’s shoulders.

D’Angelo groans like he’s just come from my touch alone. “I apologize for ever wanting to damage your hands.”

“They can do more than massage.” I stroke down D’Angelo’s chest toward his hard crotch, palming him.

D’Angelo hisses out a sharp breath. “Cucciolo, we’re in a public place. Anyone could look in the window and see us.”

Fuck, that thought goes straight to my dick.

I swallow. “They could hear us too. So, we’d better keep quiet.”

“We?” D’Angelo’s voice is dangerously soft now.

Uh-oh.

I don’t stop rubbing over his crotch, but he’s holding himself still, which makes me on the alert.

My skin tingles. “Ehm…”

D’Angelo’s hand snaps out, snatching me by the throat. Taken by surprise, my eyes widen with shock and desire in equal measure. He yanks me closer with the right degree of roughness.

“You’re the one who’ll need to keep silent, pet .” D’Angelo’s breath is hot against my lips. “Unless you want everyone in Arkansas to know that you’re owned by the Bay Rebels’ captain and his principessa.”

Owned.

It shoots electric sparks through me.

I can’t deny it.

“Robyn, who’s currently snoring.” I hang in D’Angelo’s harsh grip but I don’t stop stroking over his clothed cock.

D’Angelo’s teeth are gritted like he’s struggling hard not to show how much he’s enjoying it.

We both know that he is.

D’Angelo and Eden exchange a glance.

It’s never good when they look like that.

It always means that I’m fucked, both figuratively and sometimes, literally.

Eden slips out of his seatbelt and undoes Robyn’s.

Then he stands and gently picks Robyn up, hefting her in his arms in a bridal carry. Her head lolls against his shoulder, and her hair falls like she’s burning him up with flames.

I wish that I could sleep as deeply as that.

“Take her to the bed,” D’Angelo commands. “Time to relax after my hard work by tormenting those who’ve been resting all day. Perhaps, we can teach them both a lesson in self-control.”

Eden gives me a long look.

I squirm.

“Shay needs it,” Eden replies. “Teach him to be silent. I’ve failed at that.”

True but also…

“Hey.” I give Eden a wounded look.

Eden’s expression is stony, however, and he doesn’t appear moved.

I should have paid more respect to the itinerary.

Never piss off a PA.

D’Angelo edges his hand from my throat around to the scruff of my neck.

Then he stands, dragging me up with him. “I don’t intend to. Up.”

I yelp, but my dick hardens.

A cock wants what a cock wants.

And right now, it wants the dominance that’s radiating from D’Angelo and promising a way to relax all of us, which is both heaven and hell.

I pretend to resist, but it’s so unconvincing that D’Angelo actually rolls his eyes as he yanks me after him.

“What devilish things are you going to do to me?” I gasp, dramatically.

“You packed your ring, remember?” D’Angelo’s eyes gleam. “You promised to show Robyn. You wouldn’t want to disappoint her.”

Eden carries Robyn in front of us, sliding open the door to the bedroom. He lays Robyn carefully on top of the bedding. Then he sprawls next to her.

D’Angelo, on the other hand, shoves me hard onto the other side of Robyn.

I laugh as I land.

It’s exhilarating to be manhandled like that.

It’s sort of like flying or being on the ice.

Exhilarated, I drag off my jeans and t-shirt, throwing them out of the sliding doors and not caring that they hit D’Angelo’s legs.

D’Angelo’s expression darkens. “Careful, cucciolo.”

I smirk. “If I’m already screwed, I may as well be royally screwed.”

“Does that make me the king who’s doing the screwing?” D’Angelo kneels on the bed between my thighs.

He looks like a king now.

My breathing speeds up. My cock is already curving onto my stomach, and my balls ache.

“W-w-what?” Robyn’s eyes flutter.

She sleepily turns toward Eden, kissing him.

Eden cups her cheek. “Wake up.”

“Don’t want to.” Robyn cutely scrunches up her nose. I struggle not to laugh. “It’s not morning yet.”

“I’m going to make it worth your while,” D’Angelo darkly promises. “I have a toy here for you to ride.”

He rests his hand on my dick like he owns it. Except, he does…along with Robyn.

My breath hitches.

Robyn opens her eyes, focusing on Eden. Then she kisses him again, holding him by his hair.

Finally, she glances over her shoulder at D’Angelo, before scanning over me with a lazy enjoyment.

“When did we stop?” She asks.

“Just now,” D’Angelo replies. “But you’ve been asleep for a while. We’re parking by this store for the night. And since this one,” he casually runs his hand up and down my dick, making my back arch, “has been incessantly talking all day, you’ll need a lesson tonight. There could be anyone just outside. So, you’ll both need to be quiet.”

“Why will that be hard?”

She had to ask.

I groan. “Because these two will torment us, until we’re out of our frustrated minds with pleasure. But we can’t make a sound because—”

Robyn flushes and whispers, “Someone may hear us.”

“You know me so well.” D’Angelo looks smug. “Remember your safe words.”

He turns to my bag, which Eden stowed to the side of the room earlier with the other bags. Then he rummages through it.

When Eden edges up Robyn’s floral dress inch by inch, she’s already struggling not to moan. He makes it harder for her by caressing her most sensitive places in circles, behind her knees, inner thighs, and hips.

He kisses down her neck.

Robyn’s eyes are glazed by the time that he pulls down her panties.

How does D’Angelo make the act one of both domination and care?

Robyn is trembling.

“I gifted Shay this ring. It suits him.” When D’Angelo holds up the cock ring with a flourish, my cheeks pink.

Robyn reaches to grasp my hand. “Does that go where I think it does?”

“Let me demonstrate,” D’Angelo answers.

It does something to me the way that he talks about me to Robyn like I’m not even there or maybe, like I’m their possession.

D’Angelo pulls apart the silicon toy, fitting it snugly around my cock and balls, as well as pressing over my sensitive perineum.

He removes a condom from his pocket and slips it over my cock.

Then D’Angelo’s eyes dance with wickedness. “But what he doesn’t know is that I can flick this button…” He touches a hidden button on the side, and suddenly, pulsing vibrations start up all the way through the toy. “…and it vibrates.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I yell, as intense pleasure slams through me in waves.

D’Angelo slaps his palm over my mouth.

He leans over me. “Quiet, remember? Or are you eager for people to know that I’m wrecking you?”

I’m panting already, close to the edge.

I’d be coming, if not for the tightness of the cock ring holding me back, despite the fact that I’m now hard as steel.

“Cruel,” I whisper.

My hair is damp with sweat.

I’m humping my hips, unable to stop myself.

“Your toy is ready for you.” D’Angelo glances significantly down at my cock like it’s a dildo.

When Robyn licks her lips, I can’t imagine anything better than being enveloped by the warmth of her pussy.

Unless it was to be allowed to tongue it first.

“The cock ring will stimulate your clit with vibrations as well.” D’Angelo draws a single finger over my balls. I bite my lip hard enough that I’m sure it’s bleeding to stop myself crying out. “When you ride him, you’ll both have earth shattering orgasms, cara mia. But this time, you won’t scream. You’ll gift me your silence.”

“I’ll try.” Robyn looks determined.

Eden grabs Robyn by the waist, maneuvering her around, until she’s straddling my hips.

My brother’s arms are looped around Robyn. He kisses down her neck.

In turn, D’Angelo kisses me.

Yet he’s looking at Eden, when he orders, “Fuck her.”

I truly am the toy caught between the three of them.

Eden nods curtly, lifting Robyn onto me.

When I stuff my hand into my mouth to stifle my moan at the sensation of Robyn sinking onto my cock, D’Angelo tuts.

“Don’t hurt yourself. Only I can hurt you.” D’Angelo pulls my hand from my mouth, soothing over the bite marks with his thumb.

Something about only I can hurt you pushes me even closer to the edge.

I shiver, thrusting up to meet Robyn, as Eden lifts her up and down on me.

I can’t see where I’m spearing her because of her long dress, which flows over me like I’m lying in a poppy field. The bedding around me is the sky.

In a daze, I realize that I’m the only one who is naked in this bed. But it doesn’t feel wrong.

Robyn looks bloody beautiful with her hair tangling over her shoulders, and her head thrown back in ecstasy. D’Angelo is playing with her tits, thumbing across one and then the other.

She’s blissed out, shaking from the effort of not making a sound, as much as I am.

“P-p-please,” Robyn whimpers.

It’s too much.

My hands clutch in the bedding. My knuckles are white.

I need to moan. Scream. Fucking come.

Robyn’s gaze locks onto mine.

“Shay…” She whispers.

“Love.” I smile, although there are tears on my cheeks.

“Come whenever you want to,” D’Angelo says, softly. “ Silently .”

And I do.

I didn’t think that it was possible while wearing the cock ring, but the vibrations drag it from me.

It’s agonizing. Intense. Incredible.

Overwhelmed by sensation, I’m desperate to howl my pleasure.

But I can’t.

Somehow, having to keep it inside because what we’re doing is secret, forbidden, would otherwise be discovered by strangers, makes it a hundred…thousand…times stronger.

I throw my head back and see stars.

It’s the longest orgasm of my bloody life.

It pulls Robyn into one above me.

Eden allows Robyn to fall forward onto me. She muffles her cry on my shoulder. I wrap my arms around her in support, as she shakes

For a long moment, I lie in shock.

Then my oversensitive dick begins to fucking hurt. “Turn it off. Bloody hell, turn it off.”

D’Angelo chuckles. “That’s hard, when you still have a woman attached to you.”

“Sorry.” Robyn scrambles off me, and Eden pulls her onto his chest. “Wow.”

“How are you all? I’m certainly more relaxed.” D’Angelo switches the button.

When the vibrations stop, I slump.

“I am now.” I’m half-asleep, as Robyn reaches over and plays with my hair.

I scooch closer to her, taking her hand in mine.

“That was amazing.” Robyn smiles. “Can we do that again?”

“Perhaps not tonight, love.” I yawn. “Unless you enjoy somnophilia. In which case, you have my permission to go for it.”

Robyn closes her eyes. “I was the one sleeping in the first place.”

“No sleeping, until you’ve done your teeth and are dressed for bed,” Eden chides.

D’Angelo pulls the cock ring apart and carefully removes it, before taking the condom off me. “I’ll dispose of the evidence.”

When he stands, however, his phone vibrates.

He sighs. “Work never ends.”

When D’Angelo takes out his phone and reads the message, however, he pales.

Worried, I snap awake, pushing myself up on my elbows. “What is it?”

“Another one of those messages.” D’Angelo looks grim. “How did they get my new number?”

Dread churns in my guts.

Good bloody question.

“What does it say?” Robyn demands.

“It’s a threat.” D’Angelo taps on the screen three times in his anxiety. “It reads, Truth: What’s your greatest fear? Or Dare: Post a dance on social media, wearing the Bay Rebels logo. Play the game, then text me the evidence .”