Page 145 of Pucking Them
Yet Robyn and D’Angelo had been standing beside my brother. They were looking at me with concern in their eyes.
We weren’t alone any longer.
“Can I add a strong suggestion as well?” D’Angelo’s gaze met mine. “Relax tonight. I’ll send you a special task for tomorrow morning.”
Special task.
I brightened because that meant D’Angelo’s dom coaching.
Robyn clutched my hand. “Do you want me to stay home with you, my phoenix? I’m worried about you feeling unwell and being by yourself. We can watch the game together on TV.”
Shay stiffened.
He didn’t say anything, but I noticed immediately how closed off his expression became.
It didn’t matter how much my heart leaped that Robyn was choosing to focus on my needs. How much it meant that she would miss a game for me.
Yet I would die for my brother.
Burn for him.
Again.
He’d just lost his last hope that he was loved by Man and Woman. His hope that they hadn’t known what selling us had meant.
I’d never held that hope.
Was that why he didn’t have the same darkness inside him that I did? Why he was sunny and optimistic, sparking with life? Why he understood the world in a way that I didn’t?
Or was it because of what the couple did to me in the Room…?
I shook my head, refusing to allow myself to think about that or the possibility that I was simply born this way.
All that mattered was that Shay needed Robyn by his side and to feel that he was surrounded by a true family who loved him.
“I’m fine.” I pulled my hand out of Robyn’s. “I’ll enjoy the quiet on my own.”
“Rude.” Robyn pouted.
“Andwhenyou win this game,” my gaze rested on Shay, and his shoulders straightened at my confidence in him, “and return home tomorrow, I will have set out the next reward.”
Robyn blushed. “How do you know what it is?”
D’Angelo leaned closer to her, murmuring, “He’s my apprentice. Bad luck, principessa. Are you scared? You have a pack of doms now. I am ruining Wilder this time because the Pucking Them Positions is…”
He broke off, and Robyn and Shay both watched him in spellbound anticipation. He was a master at building both anticipation and frustration.
They now have a whole day of delayed pleasure.
D’Angelo kissed her neck. “You are allowed to choose the next fantasy or trust me.”
“I trust you,” Robyn hurried to say, breathlessly.
D’Angelo pulled back. “We better get going. I’ll send you the details, Eden, for when we win.”
And they did.
As I’m alone, and there is no one to freak out, I allow myself to smile.
