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It must still be hard for Eden to sort out the words in his head.
“It’s okay, bro,” Shay says, softly. “No one here expects you to use words. The way you are with D’Angelo is like he’s your honorary brother anyway. You have the same telepathy together as we do. It’s scary when you’re in dom mode. It should be outlawed.”
Now, D’Angelo blushes too, but I know him.
He’s pleased.
Eden wets his lips, before saying like each word is a shard of glass slicing his throat, “It’s hard.”
Relief on hearing his voice washes through me.
“You don’t need to force it,” I say.
“The playroom…the win on the ice…” He breaks off.
“Take your time.”
Eden glances down at the robin tattoo on his arm, tracing over it.
“I am in control. No one…” When Eden’s gaze slides to his brother, I know that he is thinking about their parents. Shay’s expression falls. “…can take that away from me.”
“Too right, Dee.” Shay nuzzles against my curves, kissing me as if to ground himself.
When I notice the furrow in Eden’s brow, which has been there more often over the last couple of weeks than I have been comfortable with, I frown.
It is the only tell that Eden is in more pain than he should be.
He is too good at hiding pain.
“Pain level?” I question.
“Two,” Eden replies.
Too fast. Too smooth.
D’Angelo meets my eye, and I know that he’s thinking the same as I am.
“Don’t you remember the many,manyconversations that we have had about the importance of honesty?” D’Angelo pushes himself up onto his knees.
Except, there is nothing submissive in the gesture, despite the fact that he is dressed like he is meant to be serving me.
D’Angelo could never serve anyone.
I can’t help biting my lip, as I scan over his gorgeous, muscled chest and the flex of his strong thighs
D’Angelo’s eyes darken like he knows exactly where I am thinking of wrapping my lips, before my gaze drops to his crotch.
“My eyes are up here, principessa,” he says, sounding amused.
I smirk. “Are they? I couldn’t tell because I was so distracted by the sight of your perfect cock.”
Shay wriggles down, turning his head and attempting to smother his laughter against my pussy.
I yip, startling at the sensation of the vibrations on my oversensitive core.
“Perfect, huh?” D’Angelo drops his hand to his cock, stroking his hand up and down with a loose grip, languorously.
I struggle to stay still.
