Page 30 of Pucking Them
My heart is beating thrillingly fast like when I ride my Harley too quickly around a corner. It’s the same as on the ice; my stomach swoops with the sensation that I am moments from flying or careening to heaven.
Caught on that line — between life and death — is the best bloody place to be.
I tug at the sleeves of my scarlet sweater, which I am wearing over black jeans. I glance at my brother, who is crouched in front of the finance manager’s door in Rebel Arena, picking the lock.
Eden is an expert in lockpicking now. His favored tools are paperclips.
I have a feeling that he’s spent most of our lives learning survival skills, while I have been making friends.
Eden saved my life when we were kids. As adults, he still believes that he has a duty to protect me.
I don’t think he even knows who from.
Everybody?
Everything?
Yet I’m just starting to feel safe for the first time now with Robyn and D’Angelo.
Am I deluded?
I’m so bloody grateful, however, that they treat Eden and me like equals, rather than trash.
They are letting us stay with them in their home. They are even allowing Eden to take Robyn out for the first date tonight. He’s chosen to make it a quiet one in the library in what I call his Book and a Fuck Club.
Robyn deserves a deep fucking to make up for reading a boring book. It would have to be the best, deepest fuck of my life to make up for me sharing that experience, rather than the one with D’Angelo this evening.
And I’m not talking about the fun part that he’s been teasing me with that will most likely end with me crying and begging. But rather, the part that I’m strangely looking forward to more, when we’ll be curled up together in the lounge watchingHeated Rivalrytogether, while D’Angelo gives a running commentary.
As much as I feel like I belong, however, every time that I cuddle with D’Angelo on the couch, shoving popcorn into my mouth and then his, I wonder if it’s only temporary.
If I fuck up and fail to please him…if Eden disappoints Robyn with his date…will they abandon us?
I shake my head, trying to clear it of those thoughts.
“Are you…?” I glance up and down the corridor.
If I solve this crisis for D’Angelo, then he’ll be pleased with me, right?
I’ll behisknight in shining armor for once.
He gives me so much that I’m uncomfortable.
A bloody mansion. Gifts. Dates to places, which would never normally let me in the door.
How do I repay that? Am I meant to?
Suddenly, I hear a click, and the door swings open.
I let out a puff of relief. “Is there any crime you can’t commit? Sometimes you scare me, bro.”
“Only sometimes? I need to try harder.” Eden stands, slipping the paperclip back into the pocket of his black leather trousers, which he is wearing under a casual gray t-shirt. He rushed over here from Freedom Mansion, when I called him about this emergency with Silas. As soon as I told him that I had a plan to help D’Angelo, he was all in. “How long will this bastard be out?”
“I don’t know. Zach promised to keep Silas busy as long as he could.”
Eden nods, before prowling into the office. I slink after him, softly closing the door behind me.
The office lies in shadow.
