Page 90 of Triple Pucked
I pull away from Robyn. “How about we bothwon?”
Moonlight bathes Robyn’s face and flame-red hair through the arched window above the door.
She is so fucking beautiful.
She shakes her head. “I’ll text Fleet later just to be sure that he has the official Bay Rebels judgment on this. I wouldn’t put it past you, captain, to try and wriggle out of shaking your naked ass.”
I stroll casually to Shay, resting my hand on his shoulder. “Why would I do that, principessa? My naked ass is gorgeous, and I happen to be amazing at shaking it. You know that, since you’re the one who fell for my tight naked ass when you saw it at a college party.”
Robyn rolls her eyes. “Smug, cocky, sadly accurate.”
Shay gives a nervous chuckle.
His cheeks flush. “I’m okay with the exotic pole dancing — it’ll be sexy — but it’s the thought of all those people watching me…”
I slide my hand to his crotch, unsurprised to find that despite his words, his cock is rock hard.
I palm him a few times, and he humps against my hand. “Hmm, it feels like you enjoy the idea of being stripped down, your pretty cock helpless and naked in front of all those strangers. Then putting on a performance becauseItell you to, dancing like my sweet whore.”
Shay moans on thewhorelike I knew he would. It’s one of the agreed words that makes him hard, as long as it’s not used to degrade him.
He’s not a whore. He’smywhore.
It’s a line that I walk with Shay.
He’s biting his lip, edging close to coming already.
He gives me a hopeful look.
Naïve.
I’m a long way from allowing him to come.
He’s not even crying yet.
I grab Shay roughly by the shoulders, turning him to face Robyn.
Then I murmur into Shay’s ear, “Don’t look away from our Robyn. We’ll be dancing for her pleasure alone, after all. The two of us, oiled and entwined on that stage, both belonging to our Robyn. And she’ll be sitting there, knowing that nobody touches or fucks us but her. Knowing thatsheowns us.”
Robyn’s eyes are as glassy as Shay’s are now. “I own you too, Jude…?”
I jolt at her use ofJude.
I would give up everything I possess, if she’d only call me by my first name daily.
My expression softens. “You’ve always owned me.”
When I squeeze Shay’s balls gently, he keens. “We’ll talk about this more tomorrow morning, before the dance class with Axel. Nothing will happen without negotiation and me being certain that you’re fully into doing this.”
“I am,” Shay rushes to say. His voice is raspy. Tears glisten in his eyes. I don’t relent on my hold on his balls. “I bloody well am, darlin’. I want to dance for our Robyn.”
His gaze slides to Robyn, and they exchange a smile.
I don’t understand why Shay acts sometimes like he doesn’t have as close a place in this relationship as the rest of us do. If he could only see from the outside like I do the way that Robyn smiles at him, he’d understand how much he is loved.
Eden drops the bags with a bang.
I jump, glancing at him.
