Page 13 of Pucking Obsessed

“Don’t worry, love, he’s already role playing the mafia prince who holds the groom hostage at the wedding.” Shay winks at me.

D’Angelo hurls the rose down, before shoving Shay sprawling onto the couch. “You’re more like the kidnapped bride.”

“Either way, it’s hot.”

Eden pulls the folded blue blanket from the back of the couch and wraps it around me. It’s so large that it covers every inch of me.

When my hair becomes caught, Eden gently pulls the waves free. Then he sits on the couch and encourages me to lean against his hard chest.

I’m careful not to put pressure on his ribs.

Eden is warm from the sun, and his warmth seeps through my naked skin. Our hips are touching.

I burrow even closer against him with a pleased sigh.

“I’ll make us tea soon,” Eden says. “I intended to iron your clothes. But now I don’t need to.”

He exchanges a glance with D’Angelo.

Doms who work in pairs are dangerous.

It serves me right for having a laundry system that consists of rolling up clothes and stuffing them at the back of my closet. Then packing them in my suitcase in the same way.

“Good because I want you to enjoy this holiday.” I rest my head on Eden’s shoulder. “Are you?”

It’s hard to tell with Eden.

He doesn’t show his emotions, and most of the time, he doesn’t appear to understand them.

He’s the opposite of his outgoing twin.

Yet I doubt that Shay is as much of an open book as I once thought he was either.

Eden nods, then he darts a glance at D’Angelo. “I won’t slack on your schedule for next week. You’re the best boss.”

D’Angelo gives a genuine, pleased smile. “At home, I’m not your boss, remember? At least, I’ll only pull that card, when I’m being an asshole. So, fuck the schedule. I’ll do my own damn work this weekend. You and your brother deserve the first vacation of your lives. What’s the point of being a millionaire, if I can’t even treat my own family?”

Eden ducks his head. “Thanks, Jude.”

I turn my head to kiss Eden’s shoulder, absentmindedly stroking up and down the thorns on his tattoo.

Shay grasps my hand, entwining our fingers.

Then he kisses me, slow, tender, and fucking perfect.

When he pulls back, he smiles. “Hey, love.”

“Hey.” I kiss Shay again just because I can and he has the most frankly kissable lips in the world. “Does it hurt? Shall I get the arnica cream?”

When I gently trace his bruised eye, he winces.

“I’m fine,” Shay replies. “You should see the other guy.”

I snort. “Somehow, I think the board won. I’ll ask Code to give you surfing lessons, when he’s free.”

“That would be brilliant, love. Any new skill takes time to get the hang of, along with blood, sweat, and tears. It’ll be worth it.”

“Reading and a good cup of tea doesn’t take any blood, sweat, or tears. Still worth it.” Eden quirks his brow.

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