Page 58 of Pucking Obsessed

I laugh. “Voyeur.”

“Am I denying it?”

“Cody,” Eden says, still not looking up from the keyboard.

I pull a face. “I’m kinky but I’m not inviting Robyn’s brother to watch.”

D’Angelo starts (frustratingly) to do up his shirt buttons, hiding the skin that I’d been intending to kiss and lick. “Usually it’s Robyn shouting out her Dad’s name in bed and wrecking the mood. Please don’t say that you’re going to start bringing her brother into it as well?”

Eden finally looks up from his screen, confused. “He sent me an email reminder. He’s boating with coach at ten a.m., and he needs Robyn to be there.”

There’s something off about Eden’s tone.

Worried, I study him.

He’s hiding how much pain he’s in. But then, what’s new?

I’ll get him pain meds at breakfast.

But there’s something else.

His expression is stoic and shuttered.

Yet I know him as well as I know myself.

Possibly, better.

And he’s freaking out.

Robyn runs her hand through her hair. “Wouldn’t it be better for Code to go with just Mike? If I’m there, then—”

“Go.” Eden’s expression tightens. “He needs you.”

Robyn glances at Eden in surprise.

Then she gently places her hand on his arm. “Of course, phoenix. I’ll always support my brother. Did he talk about this yesterday, when you saw him?”

Eden nods.

“Then I trust you.”

Such simple words, but I see how hard they hit Eden.

He turns to meet Robyn’s gaze. He swallows, before placing his hand over hers and squeezing.

“Adorable as you look in a fluffy kitten t-shirt, you’ll need something warmer to wear, if you’re going out on the lake.” D’Angelo strides to the chest of drawers.

When he pulls open the top drawer and starts rummaging through Robyn’s lace and satin panties that make me want to see her wearing them at the same time as tear them off her, Robyn lets out a startled squawk.

She dives over the bed, scrambling past me.

I squawk myself, as she accidentally elbows me in the balls.

“Oi, watch the boys,” I yelp.

“Sorry.” Robyn leaps off the bed toward D’Angelo.

“The boys?” D’Angelo looks around, amused. He twirls a tiny red thong with a huge bow at the back. Robyn blushes. “More likethe girls. Why don’t you wear this today, cucciolo?”

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