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Holding onto this new life for Eden and me has to be worth more than short term pain.
I was proudly open in my submission in front of all those strangers on Saturday night but that was because I was wearing a mask. Blythe wants to rip the mask off my face and expose me in front of everybody.
I’m not ready for that.
When Robyn hums around my cock, I cry out in pleasure. If I wasn’t already bent over the snooker table, my knees would have buckled.
“Love,” I say in warning.
Yet Robyn doesn’t pull back. Instead, she increases the speed of her movements, grabbing me hard to hold me in place.
When I come hard enough to curl forward across the table, my phone vibrates with yet another message from Blythe.
It’s the twentieth message.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Capital One Arena, Washington
Eden
The lights arebright in the Capital One Arena. I squint against them. My head throbs. It’s approaching a pain rating of four, but I don’t want to worry Robyn with my shit.
The play on the ice is worrying enough.
Bay Rebels are losing2 — 1to the Washington Capitals, the Caps.
The Bay Rebels only have ten minutes left of play to score.
My hands are clenched in the pockets of my long woolen coat, which I have pulled close around me. It has become increasingly hard to warm them up.
I need to check with Cody whether I need to talk to the hospital consultants about that.
I am wearing my game night gray suit and silver waistcoat.
Earlier, I wrapped my scarf around Robyn’s sweet neck.
She is standing next to me, close enough that our hips are touching, pressing her hand to the glass. She hasn’t glanced away from the rink for the last half an hour. Her brow is furrowed with concern.
She is dressed in a woolen fuchsia dress and coat, which sweeps the floor, even as she stands on tiptoes to watch the play.
Something is wrong with my brother.
It has been for days, possibly longer.
He hasn’t told me what the problem is, which is worrying when he always tells me everything.
We share our lives, even Robyn.
Except, Shay didn’t tell me that Blythe was hurting him at college.
I failed to protect him then.What if I’m failing my brother again now?
My jaw clenches.
I shiver with cold, breathing in the scent of rubber and sweat.
Robyn and I drove to Washington together in the staff bus, while D’Angelo and Shay were taken in the team bus.
