Page 166 of Pucking Them
I kiss her either way.
Robyn drags me harder into the kiss by the collar.
I groan, and my cock thickens further.
“I can tell because I can feel your cock against my hip.” Robyn bites my lower lip, and I moan. “I’d guess that your brother is already keeping a list.”
“He has since he was a kid.”
Actually, he kept one of toys who offended him.
Poor Sir Snuggles.
And the least said about the fiery end to Emotional Support Bear the better.
Robyn lets go of my collar, smoothing it down. “Did you have a good time with D’Angelo? Was he careful? No breaking doc’s orders?”
“Jude always makes sure that I have a good time. Don’t worry, he was a good boy.” I can’t help the smirk because I imagine D’Angelo’s outraged expression if he heard me calling him that, then how he’d call me abad boyand how any consequence would be worth it. “We drank mocktails, and he put the scene that he’d planned on hold. The date was romantic. I liked it.”
Robyn smiles softly, as if she’s imagining her own romantic dates.
My chest fills with warmth.
I love how I don’t need to say more because my girlfriend is dating the same man. She knows what D’Angelo is like on dates and in bed.
Then my smile falls.
Robyn has known D’Angelo for years longer than I have. She’s his first love.
I will never know either of them as well as they know each other.
Yet I love them more than I love myself.
By becoming their collared sub, however, will I have found a way to belong to them, which means I can always stay by their sides?
Where they will…if not love me as deeply…possess me?
Eden doesn’t understand.
But I need that safety.
I wrap my arms around Robyn’s waist, desperate for her touch. She responds immediately, looping her arms around my neck.
I glance up at the tapestry of the ancient night sky.
“Dance with me under the stars,” I murmur.
“There’s no music. I’ll probably fall over my own feet.”
“Then I’ll catch you.” I tighten my hold.
Robyn rests her head on my shoulder.
Slowly, we sway across the wooden floors in the center of the room.
Under the moonlight that streams through the glass dome, the moment is intimate.
I’m content and settled in myself in a way that I rarely am.
