Page 108 of Triple Pucked
My phone is heavy in my pocket with Blythe’s ace of heart’s emoji that she sent this morning.
But I am determined to ignore it.
Saturday night showed me what willing submission truly feels like, and I never want to be forced under someone’s control again.
Fuck Blythe.
I am in this together with my lovers.
I sprint to catch up with Robyn. “Why do we even need the bodyguards with the guns, when I have you, love?”
Robyn wraps her arms around my waist and rests her head against my chest. “I may be small but I am mighty.”
“The best PR Director in the NHL since you cope with us.”
What can I get this amazing woman for Valentine’s that shows her what she means to me? I want to show her that it’s notonly on a single day of the year that I love her, am thinking of her,adore her.
I worship her every day.
“Definitely not being paid enough.” Robyn looks up at me. “But there are other benefits.”
She pushes herself up on her tiptoes to kiss me.
Then she pulls away from me, diving toward a large oak door. “Let’s try this one. We have one hour left. D’Angelo and Eden are busy cleaning the playroom together. It’s their DIY project that just happens to include floggers and Eden’s self-empowerment. They’re keeping it this mysterious secret. So, we need to christen at least one room. It’s our duty, and I take those seriously.”
“Well, if it’s myduty.” I stroll after her. “I’m committed.”
Robyn places her hand on the door handle, and I reach mine to place over hers.
We grin at each other.
Then we turn the handle at the same time and push open the door.
Instantly, all fear and thoughts of Blythe are driven from my head in my excitement.
“A games room,” I gasp. I rush into the room. “He even has a pinball machine. Hey, a dartboard. I always wanted to become good at darts. Sometimes, I played it, when I was down the pub with my college mates. Eden never came with me. I bet that he’d be brilliant at it. You need a type of single-minded focus that I don’t have but he does. He’ll love this. Bloody hell, look at this place.”
Warm light streams through floor to ceiling windows that are framed by navy drapes. Blue and white striped couches are pushed against the walls. A small bar with spirit bottles and crystal glasses gleams in the far corner.
In the center proudly stands a large blue snooker table.
Blown up photographs of birds, stags, and robins — the animals and birds in the forest that surround the mansion — are hung around the walls.
The sides of the room are filled with every toy that I wished I could play with but never had the money to as a teenager: arcade games, air hockey, and table tennis.
It’s overwhelming in the best way.
I’ve won the bloody lottery.
I itch to play every one of them with Eden.
I bound around the room, touching, poking, and messing with each item because D’Angelo isn’t here to stop me.
Robyn only watches me with a fond smile.
“The only time that I’ve been in a room like this,” I run my hand over the pinball machine, “I was serving drinks.”
“Were you working as a server at an event?”
