Page 94 of Triple Pucked
I still notice the way that his hands are shaking.
Robyn traces over the front of Eden’s jersey, soothingly. “You’re strong, Phoenix. I fucking love you.”
She stands on tiptoes, kissing him.
Shay uncertainly wrings the jersey in his hands. He is still looking uncertain.
I understand. The twins are protective of each other.
So, I take the jersey from Shay and slip it over his head. Then I brush his hair gently back from his face.
Shay’s startled gaze meets mine, as if the tenderness has caught him off guard.
I peck his lips. “God, you have beautiful eyes.”
He blushes.
I should compliment him more often. It’s too much fun to make him blush.
“It will be okay,” I whisper. “Your brother wants this. We talked it through. I’m in control. You’re all safe with me.”
Shay relaxes. “I trust you.”
Warmth floods through me.
I wrench off my official Bay Rebels tie with jerky motions. I roll it up and throw it to Eden.
Eden catches it, then holds out his hand to Shay. “Your stick.”
Shay gives a nervous laugh. “Not intending to shove it anywhere painful, right?”
“Not unless you keep disobeying me.”
I bite my lip hard to stop myself from laughing at how quickly Shay hands over the stick to his brother.
“Lay down,” Eden commands Robyn.
I give Eden the space to work.
He needs this experience, as well as the time to connect with Robyn.
Robyn’s chest is rising and falling. Her skin is goose bumped but not from the cold.
She lies on her back on the cold marble like a sacrifice. The pale moonlight shimmers on her skin.
Eden kneels over her. “Hands above your head.”
She smiles, holding her hands above her head.
Eden lays the hockey stick like a spreader bar between her wrists. Then he uses his tie to bind her wrist with the knots, which I taught him yesterday, to one end of it.
Not bad.
He’s a fast learner whether as a PA or as a dom.
Then he uses the tie that I threw to him to bind her second wrist with the soft material, checking beneath it with his finger to ensure that it’s not too tight and isn’t cutting off her circulation.
Finally, he crouches back on his heels, stroking his fingers through Robyn’s hair.
