Page 62 of Pucking Obsessed

D’Angelo somehow manages to look unaffected. “Wife.”

“Husband.” Robyn grabs D’Angelo by his tie and yanks him into another kiss.

My chest tightens.

What am I?

What’s my twin?

Will Eden and I ever be likehusbandsto Robyn in the same way? I know that I’m asking a lot but I can’t help what my heart wants.

I’ve wanted it almost from the moment that I saw her.

Robyn is licking across the seam of D’Angelo’s lips, stroking along the length of his tie. He lowers his lips now from hers to kiss along her jaw.

She slides her gaze to mine. “You’reallmy husbands for a lifetime of moments together. You understand that, right?”

My expression brightens.

She meansallof us?

I bounce on the bed, pushing myself up onto my elbows.

I grin. “You hear that, bro? We’re hers too.”

Eden’s eyes darken. “We don’t need to belong to someone to love or be loved.”

“You’re right.” Robyn’s gaze becomes tender, as she plays with Eden’s fingers. “D’Angelo and I like to play at this. But you don’t need to, or we can take things at your pace. This is your first relationship, Eden. We won’t all be at precisely the same stage in our relationship or have the same dynamic in it. That’s fine. I only wanted you to feel secure that I view you as equals.”

Eden turns on his side to fully face Robyn. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Robyn murmurs.

“We have a problem though.” I try to sound stern, but it’s hard when inside I’m burning brightly with joyful sunshine. It’s obvious that everyone in this bed can tell. Robyn’s eyes are dancing. “You told Jude here that he’s the best kisser. When my tongue is buried between your thighs, kissing your sweet pussy, I’m certain that you’ll sing a different tune.”

“Cheat,” Eden rumbles.

“She didn’t say where she could be kissed,” I cheekily point out.

“How about this,” D’Angelo’s look is devilish, “we hold a contest. Fuck everyone on that website. They only own thefakeus. This is real life — us in this bed right now. Other people won’t ever know about our secret life. What truly goes on behind the players’ closed doors. So, cara mia, do you want to know who the best kisser is?”

“Yes.” Robyn shivers, sprawling further down on the bed, caged beneath D’Angelo. “Shouldn’t there be a reward for the winner?”

D’Angelo tilts his head in thought. “I was planning something for your birthday that you were naughtily hiding from us. I haven’t forgotten that, principessa. I’ll create a special kink game. I’m going to make sure that you enjoy celebrating your birthday from now on. How about the winner today gets to play? We’ll use the traffic light system for the safe word. Are you green?”

My eyes widen at the way that Robyn’s smile suddenly becomes as devilish as D’Angelo’s.

Uh-oh.

Robyn smirks. “One hundred percent green. Bring it on.”

“Oh, we will.” D’Angelo’s gaze becomes dangerously competitive. “Remember that you asked for this, cara mia. All. At. Once.”

“Like Dracula’s three sisters,” Eden mutters.

Immediately, Eden lets go of Robyn’s hand, pinning her down by her shoulder instead.

Then he starts to kiss her like it’s the only way that he’ll survive.

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