Page 149 of Pucking Them
Shay’s bright laughter is like the sunlight, which is spilling into the foyer.
I sit up straighter, alert.
Robyn is draped over Shay, as they stumble in together. She is smiling, wearing a floral cotton dress.
Shay is as casually dressed as I am in black joggers and t-shirt.
“Bro!” Shay’s face lights up. “How long have you been waiting there for us? Please don’t tell me that it’s been since last night?”
I arch my brow. “I’m the welcome home committee. I told you that we were going to celebrate. Congratulations, you played like legends. I’m proud.”
After almost a day of not talking, it’s a struggle to get out the words. But Shay has earned them.
Shay beams. “Thanks, Dee.”
D’Angelo swaggers into the foyer behind Robyn, carrying the suitcases and hockey bags. He is dressed in a sharp, pinstriped suit, pretending to look put upon but not pulling it off.
He appears more relaxed than he has in weeks.
He tosses down the bags into a corner, before slamming shut the door.
Robyn breaks away from Shay to rush to me. She leans down to kiss me, before dropping into my lap.
She catches sight of the open Guide.
Before I can stop her, she leans over and reads out, “Ten things I need…romance…to be seen…love? You have it, my Phoenix.”
“I know.”
“We’ll talk about these in the way that works for you, okay? We need to be sure to never push your limits. I’ll do everything I can to make you feel as safe as you make me feel. I take care of everyone in this family. I do trust you. We’ll work on these together.” Robyn eyes the rope that is coiled at my feet with surprise. “A welcome committee with rope. Either you’re a mafioso or a serial killer.”
“What about a kidnapper?” I wrap my arm around her waist, and her breath stutters. “You’ve earned a fantasy reward. You’re now my captive.”
“Fuck, yeah.”
What type of captivesnugglestheir kidnapper?
I need to teach Robyn some life survival skills.
Shouldn’t she be running so that I can chase her? I was looking forward to some primal play.
Instead, she looks like she’s delighted to be exactly where she is — in my lap.
This isn’t going how I’d planned.
D’Angelo catches my eye, appearing amused. “It’s better to just go with it, Eden. Your captive looks too comfortable where she is. Maybe it’s Stockholm Syndrome.”
Shay wanders to the panties and suspenders, bending over to pick them up.
He holds them in front of his eyes with an appreciative glance. “I’m not surprised, when this kidnapper also has such sexy lingerie.” He winks at Robyn, who squirms on my knee, blushing. “What a perfect gift for us to enjoy putting on our Robyn. You shouldn’t have.”
D’Angelo smirks. “It’s not for our Robyn. It’s foryou, pet.”
Shay drops the lingerie like he’s been burned. “You really shouldn’t have.”
D’Angelo gives a shark smile.
It’s my brother who should run now. But he appears frozen to the spot like true prey in the face of a predator.
