Page 77 of Pucking Them
“But why didn’t you tell us?” I demand.
Eden cocks his head. “When?”
I open my mouth and then close it.
Should he have told me during the tension of the game? Afterward when D’Angelo and Shay were on a high from finally winning? When we were negotiating the first Pucking Them Position fantasy, which we acted out this morning? After all, I have just woken up.
“From one master of deflection to another,” D’Angelo says, dryly, “good try. When we asked you outright the pain level, you lied about it. So, the new rule is that the moment your pain level becomes above three, you tell one of us. It’s for your safety. If Robyn or your twin were in pain, wouldn’t you want to know? Wouldn’t you want to be sure that you could care for them and meet their needs?”
Eden nods, looking confused. “But this is me.”
My heart aches.
D’Angelo grabs Eden by the bow tie, making sure that he has his full attention. “I am talking aboutyou. You may notunderstand or believe it, but we care about your pain as much as you care about ours. Let someone look after you occasionally.”
“Please, Phoenix,” I whisper.
Eden’s gaze snaps to mine.
He nods.
I smile. “Thank you.”
“Now, how are you, my good boy?” D’Angelo turns to lean over me and brush a strand of hair out of Shay’s face. “How was this morning with our Robyn for you? Is there anything that you’d change?”
When D’Angelo traces his thumb over Shay’s plush lips, as if he’s rewarding them for their work on my pussy, Shay hurriedly turns his head and kisses D’Angelo’s palm.
D’Angelo sucks in a breath.
“It was amazing to feel Robyn give me that much trust and then bring her out of sleep with pleasure,” Shay replies, and I flush. His look is unexpectedly shy, as he drags his knees up to his chest. “She wrote that she’d like to be fucked awake. We could try that too, yeah? I could be the Shay kinky alarm clock.”
My pulse speeds up. “I can’t think of a better way to be woken up.”
I’m pleased when the shyness fades from his expression, and he smiles brightly.
“I do have a brilliant cock and tongue.” He leans to licks down my throat, sucking my collarbone to prove it. “They do have top spot in Robyn’s favorite things.”
D’Angelo rolls his eyes. “There are plenty of other positions in the Guide we have yet to try. Don’t you remember my helpful stickmen drawings?”
“How could I forget?” I mutter.
“Hmm?”
“Nothing.”
Eden leans over to the nightstand and picks up a silver tray, which is laden with a plate of freshly baked muffins and a champagne flute.
I sigh happily at the sweet and fruity scents.
They truly are spoiling me this morning.
Shay is still sucking hickies along my collarbone.
I laughingly bat him away. “Sorry, but you’ve been beaten to top spot by chocolate chip muffins.”
Shay gasps in mock outrage. “But I’m cute and delicious too.”
If D’Angelo keeps rolling his eyes like that, will it be bad for his health?
