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It’s about the softness of Shay’s lips mixing with the saltiness of his tears.
Despite the dangers in the coming weeks, right now we’re more closely connected than I have been to anyone else in my life.
Robyn is loved by three players.
Then Eden grunts, coming first.
His shoulders are rising and falling, as he breathes hard. He climbs off to the side, massaging Robyn’s shoulders. He checks that the ties are still not too tight around her wrists.
“Good girl,” Eden whispers. “Perfect for us.
“Phoenix.” Robyn comes with a scream, which pulls Shay over the edge as well.
I don’t stop kissing Shay, holding him in place, as he grabs onto me like he’ll fly apart if he doesn’t.
Then I come, caught safe in Robyn’s ass like she never wants to let go of me. I’m tightly held by the two people I love at the same time. And that’s my fantasy, one that I’m terrified of losing.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
On the RACK, Freedom
Robyn
My hands are sweaty.My mouth is dry.
Yet this is the good type of nerves like the stomach twisting anticipation at the top of a tall roller coaster before the sudden thrill of the drop.
Tonight, I’ll watch my two men dance naked on a public stage for me because their coach set it as the punishment for scoring the least in the hockey game.
Interesting methods this new assistant coach has.
Ones I seriously approve of.
I wish that I could see Dad’s face if he knew that Fleet’s motivational tools, which Dad spent over an hour enthusiastically praising while D’Angelo tried not to laugh, didn’t have anything to do with punishment laps but rather, pole dancing.
The exotic dancing method should be introduced across the NHL. It would improve the Bay Rebels’ team finances.
Also, create a whole new set of hockey romances with titles likePucked by the Pole.
I scrunch up my nose, sprawling back in my seat in front of the stage in On the RACK.
D’Angelo did say that he wanted to become the first ever player romance author.
Perhaps, his male lead could be a pole dancing hockey player? Shay may actually be enticed to read that book.
Earlier, Eden gently helped me to dress in my outfit for tonight.
He slipped the tiny pair of leather shorts up my legs with soft strokes up my thighs.
I shivered.
D’Angelo had bought me the outfit for the weekend’s event at On the RACK, which included a corset style leather top without arms. He had chosen the same for Shay.
Eden nimbly did up the fastening at the front of my shorts with an intense focus.
He squinted against the bright light from the chandelier.
Concerned, I ran my hand over his temples. “Headache? Pain level?”
