Page 200 of Pucking Obsessed

I’m hardly aware that someone is picking me up into their strong arms and carrying me bridal style to the couch, then settling me on their lap.

Someone is petting my hair and whisperinggood girls.

I glance through tired eyes at D’Angelo. Of course it’s him. He does the best aftercare.

Then Shay is wrapping a blanket around my shoulders, and Eden is sitting on the couch next to D’Angelo and raising a bottle of water to my lips to help me drink.

I feel wrung out in the best way and loved.

I smile. “I have a present for all of you as well.”

“Haven’t you just given us one?” D’Angelo wraps the blanket more firmly around my shoulders.

Then he beckons Shay over, unlooping the leash from Shay’s cock with a single, frustrating featherlight touch along the shaft.

Shay humps helplessly into air. “Cruel.”

“The gifts are something that I’ve been trying to give to you for a while,” I explain, ignoring Shay’s significant look down athis hard cock, “but I couldn’t find the right moment. This is it. You’ve all given me the best birthday of my life. I want to show you how much you mean to me.”

I stare down at the three rings on my right hand, which my men gave me on the road trip.

I can’t wait until they have something to wear as well.

When I glance up again, I want to keep the open look on Shay’s face forever.

“You may be confused about how birthdays work.” D’Angelo hugs me closer. “But who am I to refuse gifts? Gimme.”

I laugh. “You’ll never guess where I was hiding them.”

D’Angelo’s eyes narrow. “You little minx. No one can hide something from—"

“Shay,” I singsong, “why don’t you go and open the piano stool?”

D’Angelo’s lip curls back. “You didn’t.”

“Didn’t I?”

Shay bounds to the piano stool, leaning over to pull open the heavy lid. Then he pulls out the elegant silver ring box with anah-haof victory.

He holds the box above his head like he’s King Arthur who has just pulled the sword from the stone. “Look what’s here. Jude’s arse was on the secret all along, and he didn’t know it. You’re awesome, love. Will you join me on my side of the prankster war?”

“She will not,” D’Angelo replies, frostily. “I still have energy in my spanking hand, you know. How long is your gloating going to go on for, principessa?”

I grin, tilting my head. “I don’t know. I still have energy in my gloating…ehm…face.”

“Hmm.” D’Angelo gives Shay a warning look that this time has no effect at all because Shay is too preoccupied with smiling down at the ring box as he hurries across the lounge.

Shay passes the box to me like it’s a relic. Then he sits on the edge of the couch on the other side of D’Angelo to his brother.

I hold up the box. “You each gave me such beautiful rings. I wear them with pride. I promised that I’d get ones for you. I wanted to take my time and have special ones made. It was also important to me to get ones that were the same because although our relationships are different, being at varying stages with differing needs and dynamics, in my eyes you’re equal.”

Shay and Eden exchange a glance.

I wish that I knew what they were thinking.

Shay’s eyes are gleaming like he’s holding back tears.

I don’t know if I said the right words. But they’re true.

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