Pucking Road Trip (Bay Rebels #3)

Chapter 31

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Captain Forest, Freedom

R obyn

I run through Captain forest, along the trail that’s part of the estate. I catch my boots on the thick undergrowth.

My heart is beating wildly. My hair is plastered over my forehead. I can hardly catch my breath.

I’m a hot mess being chased through a forest, even though I’ve only been back from the road trip since this morning.

But I feel free.

D’Angelo deserves this reward. We all do.

He opened the Guide to let us read his primal kink fantasy, and fuck, he should write smut, as well as draw it.

Perhaps, it’s his secret career.

It’ll give him something to do, when he retires from hockey.

The midday sun spears through the branches of the tall pines and oaks. I wrinkle my nose at the sweet scent.

The birds chatter in the low branches.

I grin, scrabbling over a moss covered log, which is a more dangerous maneuver than you’d think.

I could be scratched somewhere that should never be scratched.

Normally, in action movies the heroines aren’t escaping from the villain naked.

Apart from a short, red cloak.

Well, unless it’s the type of porn that Neve watches.

I gasp, clutching onto the nearest oak in the clearing in time to stop myself from falling over.

I hold my hand over the stitch in my side, attempting to catch my breath.

I should really go on some more morning runs with Shay, if this type of play is going to become a regular thing.

I know that I’m the prey, but playing this with professional sportsmen doesn’t feel fair.

Behind me, I can hear Shay crashing through the forest at least three times as loudly as I have been.

I smile.

You’d almost think that Shay wanted to be caught.

I pull the cloak around myself, luxuriating in its softness.

The sensations of being outside, surrounded by nature, but naked apart from this one piece of cloth, are amplified.

The sun feels hotter on my face, the scents of the forest are sharper, and the birdsong sounds brighter.

I feel attuned to the world around me.

For the last few weeks, my dark past, shadows, and anxious fears have haunted me.

But now, I’m fully in the present.

It feels like a luxury that I haven’t been able to indulge in…ever.

When D’Angelo said that he was going to spoil us, I didn’t know just how creative he could be.

Earlier, after Shay and I had stripped in the entrance hall, only wearing sturdy boots to protect our feet and ankles since we’d be outside, D’Angelo threw the scarlet, velvet cloak at me.

I held it up and studied it in confusion. “What’s this?” When D’Angelo opened his mouth, I quickly added, “And don’t say a cloak.” I narrowed my eyes. I knew that look in his eye. “Or a red cloak.”

“A red, velvet cloak.”

Jerk .

D’Angelo and Eden were dressed in matching designer gray suits. I was discovering how intimidating that could feel, when you were naked in an entrance hall and were about to become their prey.

Also, how much I loved the flutter of anticipation mixed with fear that made me feel.

D’Angelo fastened the cloak around my neck, adjusting it elaborately several times. “This scene between us is Little Red Riding Hood themed, principessa. I rather fancy being the big, bad wolf.”

I shivered.

“You look gorgeous, love.” Shay strolled toward me, tracing down my cheekbone. He pressed his hard, naked chest against mine. “I could drop to my knees and eat you up right now.”

Yes, please .

“Except, you’re not the wolf.” D’Angelo flashed a smile that revealed sharp, white canines. “You’re Little Red Riding Hood’s younger brother. And I’m going to eat you .”

Eden tossed a second cloak at Shay.

Shay looked disgruntled but he still pulled on the cloak.

Then he met D’Angelo’s eye like a challenge. “Only if you catch me, darlin’.”

“A predator always catches his prey.”

Shay twirled.

The cloak was so short that it revealed everything .

Perfect.

Shay didn’t appear to think so. “My arse is hanging out of this thing.”

When D’Angelo stalked toward Shay, his eyes widened like a trapped rabbit.

D’Angelo had that effect without trying.

Was it a dom thing?

I bit my lip. I was wet already.

D’Angelo snatched Shay by the arm, turning him around to reveal that arse .

Then he smacked it crisply.

Shay gasped, but his gaze instantly became half-hooded.

I admired the crimson outline of D’Angelo’s handprint that matched the color of our cloaks.

D’Angelo yanked Shay closer and murmured, “The better to spank you, my dear.”

I laughed, before running my hand suspiciously over my soft cloak. “We’ve only been back a couple of hours and we’ve spent those unpacking, reading your fantasy in the Guide, and finishing negotiations about the scene. When did you get these?”

D’Angelo crossed his arms. “I already had them.”

“Kinky.” Shay clearly wanted to be bitten a lot today. “Have you been imagining us in them, while you jerk off? Or are they for a roleplay with Eden and me as English princes?”

“That’s one of your fantasies, isn’t it?” I asked, eagerly.

How could I encourage D’Angelo to let me read the rest of the fantasies in the Guide?

“Don’t say that I wouldn’t make a gorgeous prince, love.” Shay struck a princely pose with his hand on an imaginary sword hilt at his waist.

His other sword was already up and ready for action.

D’Angelo snorted. “You’d make a pretty princess. These cloaks are left over from a twisted fairy tale themed Halloween party that I held at my mansion. I had a good friend — one who I hope to introduce you to soon — search them out and drop them off earlier.”

My brow furrowed.

Who was this friend?

I loved that D’Angelo had a close friendship group in Freedom.

After the way that his parents treated him and then abandoned him, along with the extreme hazing that he was subjected to in college, I was happy that he hadn’t suffered alone for the last six years.

I couldn’t wait to meet the people who’d supported him, when I hadn’t been around

I wanted to know more about his life. He was still mysterious about sides of it.

“What were you at the party?” I asked. “Wait, don’t tell me. Jack Frost, right?” D’Angelo glared at me, icily enough to turn me into a snowflake. “You’re making me cold with a single look. I bet you that you won the costume contest.”

Shay sidled closer to me, wrapping his arm around my waist.

Then he glanced back at D’Angelo from underneath his eyelashes. “Wrong fairy tale, love. He of course went as the Beast.”

D’Angelo’s eyes flashed. He prowled towards us.

Uh-oh.

Shay and I stumbled backward towards the door.

“ Run ,” D’Angelo growled.

Now, I rub my aching legs, scanning the forest.

I can still hear Shay close behind me.

It worries me that I can’t hear either Eden or D’Angelo.

D’Angelo, as the savage but grumpy wolf, is invisible somewhere in the wilderness.

How is he so good at stalking people? Is that a thing that all handsome billionaires learn as a skill?

I strain to quieten my own breathing and listen.

I can’t hear anything but Shay’s cussing, as he trips over a log, and a squirrel scampering overhead.

Eden is still injured and can’t run fast. But then, neither can I.

He’s also stealthy.

I’ve caught glimpses of Eden’s golden hair and gleaming eyes through the trees, but he’s kept his distance.

He reminds me more of a big cat: silent, watchful, and dangerous.

A delightful shiver runs down my back.

It’s only because I feel safe that fear becomes pleasure.

It’s a fucking thrill.

I give myself over to it.

I turn and jog deeper into the forest. Panting, I clutch onto the edges of the cloak. Twigs crack and crunch under my boots.

Unexpectedly, I stagger into the middle of a small clearing.

I twirl around.

This looks familiar.

Hell, have I been here before?

Have I just been running in fucking circles?

I stand still, wiping my hand over my face.

When I look up, however, I’m shocked to meet Eden’s steady gaze from the other side of the clearing.

He’s slouched against a tree with his hands in his pockets.

My eyes widen.

Is this an ambush?

Has Eden been waiting for me here without needing to bother to run anywhere, knowing that I was circling back to him?

We share a long look.

My breathing speeds up.

Like I’ve summoned him, rather than have been hunted by him, Eden slinks towards me.

He doesn’t drop his gaze. I feel mesmerized.

My chest is tight.

I know that I should run.

But I can’t.

When Eden whistles, I blink in confusion, until D’Angelo prowls from the trees behind him.

Shit, this is a double ambush.

Clearly, doms hunt in pairs.

Now, I back up until I hit the trunk of an oak.

I flinch.

Eden continues to advance.

Shay sprints into the clearing after me. “Did you just whistle, love…?”

“ I didn’t.” I gesture wildly at the two men across the clearing.

Shay’s mouth drops open. “Shit.”

He turns to escape, but D’Angelo is too fast.

And honestly, Shay doesn’t truly want to escape.

He’s been waiting to be caught from the moment that he bounded into the forest.

D’Angelo wraps his arm around Shay’s throat. “Where are you going, little prey?”

Shay’s eyelashes flutter, and his dick hardens. “Grandma’s house.”

D’Angelo snarls, roughly grabbing Shay by the hair and dragging him backward by it.

Shay hisses in pain, struggling to break free. D’Angelo merely throws him to the floor, before turning Shay onto his stomach and pinning him down.

It’s fucking hot how much they’re both enjoying the play-fight.

My breath hitches, when Eden reaches me.

When he towers over me like this, allowing himself free of his inhibitions, it’s breathtaking.

Eden lowers his mouth to my neck, nuzzling and licking, while keeping me pinned against the tree with his hand to my shoulder.

I feel overpowered but safe.

Then Eden snatches me by the hair, and I gasp. He manhandles me down to lie on my stomach on the floor of the clearing. He’s far gentler with me than D’Angelo was with Shay.

I turn my head, watching as D’Angelo pulls up Shay’s cloak, bunching it at his throat. He licks over the pale canvas of Shay’s shoulders, looking for a part that isn’t already marked with bruises.

Then he bites — hard .

Shay screams.

But it’s the pleasurepain one, which I’ve come to recognize with him.

“Again,” Shay hisses.

D’Angelo noses down Shay’s back, alternating licks and bites to each unblemished inch of skin, until Shay looks close to coming from the sensation alone.

He’s shaking.

But then, so I am.

This is intense but in the best fucking way.

Eden nips at my ear.

“You’re not allowed to run from me,” he rumbles.

Don’t leave me — us , is what I hear.

My heart clenches.

Eden lets go of me to crouch down, peering into my face like he’s looking into my soul.

“You’ve caught me, phoenix.” I can smell Eden’s sweet vanilla scent, as it mingles with the earthy smell of the forest floor.

I need him to understand that his scent makes me feel protected.

I trust him.

And I hope that soon he can trust I want him and his twin to be by my side for the rest of my life.

To my surprise, when I call him phoenix , Eden’s face brightens with a genuine smile.

It’s so unexpected that it floors me.

It’s like he’s caught on fire but this time, he’s not burning to ash.

Eden nuzzles me, wrapping his arm around me.

Then he pushes himself up and straddles me. He pushes my thighs apart, before working my clit with his fingers and thumb.

I gasp, writhing beneath him.

I’m being pushed to the edge faster than normal. My thighs shake. I scrabble at the leaves with my hands.

My mind whites.

Next to me, I hear Shay’s cock being jerked just as ruthlessly between his splayed thighs by D’Angelo.

“I love you, pet,” D’Angelo growls, but there’s a softer edge to his voice now. “I fucking love all of you. Now, you’re both going to come for us like the good little prey that you are.”

When I come with a scream at the same as Shay, it feels nothing like I expected it would.

I’m floating, and smiling, and blissed out.

After this road trip, we needed this moment of happiness together alone in the woods.

Away of the noise, pressures, and demands of both the press and life in the hockey world.

We could have lost everything on this trip.

Yet together, we dared to face the truth.

Whatever struggles are ahead, and no matter who tries to rip us apart or tear us down for being rejected or broken, we’ll always have each other.

Because we love each other.

I’m making it my mission to protect these men from the press. They make it their mission to protect me.

Except, the season is far from over.

There are many dangers to our careers, along with the increasing difficulty of keeping our love secret.

I know now how hard we’ll fight for this relationship because it’d break our hearts to lose it.

Yet now Shay will be under more pressure from the bullying Colton, as well as being under intense press scrutiny.

Eden will need to work even harder to recover from his injuries.

D’Angelo must captain a team, which includes his secret lover, without pissing off a hostile board and a coach who’s warned that it’s his responsibility alone to get the Bay Rebels to the playoffs.

But I’m the PR Director who’ll do anything to support my men.

The press may want to see them as beautiful disasters. The world may be obsessed with the Bay Rebels as the youngest team in the NHL.

Yet I’ll protect my men from that obsession.

How dangerous can it be?