Page 188 of Pucking Obsessed

It has everything to do with these three men.

I’ve never fallen so hard, and it’s frightening and wonderful at the same time.

My expression softens. “Objects can be kissed though, right?”

Shay’s smile is like the sun coming up.

D’Angelo rolls his eyes, but his expression is indulgent.

He manhandles Shay, pushing him between the shoulder blades across the lounge, before shoving him down beside me.

Shay carefully places the items that he’s carrying in front of me.

I grasp Shay by his ribbon leash and tug him gently toward me.

He opens his mouth in expectation of my kiss. His petal-soft lips are so fucking kissable.

I slip my hand around to stroke across the hotness of Shay’s red ass, kneading his buttocks. It’s turning me on to feel his spanked ass at the same time as I’m sweetly kissing him.

Shay has gifted himself to me for today. Symbolically, I understand what he’s saying.

He’s mine, body and soul. I feel like possibly he was from the moment that we met.

Shay fell harder and faster than any of us.

I draw back from the kiss but only so that I can run my hand reverentially over the makeshift collar around Shay’s neck.

Shay’s breath catches. His eyes become glassy.

“Take the bows off it,” Eden suggests.

Shay narrows his eyes at his brother.

I try not to laugh.

Eden never goes easy on his twin. Shay should have learned that by now.

I study the clamps for a moment. They’re going to hurt more when they come off, than when they went on.

I cringe in sympathy.

I remove the first clamp as gently as I can, but Shay still gasps.

“Ouch,” Shay complains.

But then, he moans in delight, when I dip my head and soothe his swollen nub by laving it with my tongue.

Before he even realizes that I’m doing it I ease open the second clamp. Then I quickly lick and kiss over Shay’s nipple in apology.

Mean D’Angelo but also, good D’Angelo because I love my gift.

D’Angelo lounges on the couch like a king overseeing the court beneath him.

He looks more powerful because he’s dressed in his suit, while Shay and I are more or less naked, and Eden is only wearing joggers.

“Why don’t you open your card next, principessa?” D’Angelo says.

“I made it. I hope that you like it, love.” Shay rests his bound hands on my knee. I hate how uncertain he suddenly sounds. “I’m shit at crafts. You should have seen the Santa sweater I once made. But I wanted to do something thoughtful, yeah? Something that you could keep. Only if you want to or—”

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