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Chapter 34

No Choice

Dell

“ I forgot about that,” Robyn gasps, her hands covering her mouth.

Then it clicks into place. The marriage pact, his old job in security, the way he jumped down those dudes’ throats when they got close to her… it all comes together. Confronting this, I ask knowingly, “You’ve been cockblocking her for years, haven’t you?”

He swallows and there it is again—shame. “Yes.”

“Isaiah,” she says, her hands moving from her mouth to her heart. “I don’t know what to think. Have you stayed single, waiting for me?”

“You were it for me, Robyn. Until…” he eyes train on me, “until I fell for him too.”

My pulse picks up as my heart flutters. I remain in control but surely they both can see me blush. “Now we’re getting somewhere,” I beam.

Robyn walks up to him and rests her hands on his arms. “Why did you stay away from me for so long? Even when you moved back here you made yourself scarce.”

“I thought that if you knew I was… trying to keep you single, that you’d hate me. And you’d especially hate me if you found out I’ve been watching you like I have. Taking that job as security was mostly to keep an eye on you when you went out. Taking this coaching job was along the same lines. I was able to stay involved in rugby after my injury and keep tabs on you. I was too afraid you’d see how I shaped my life around you and you’d freak. I thought it was safer to just wait it out.”

She huffs a disbelieving laugh. “Until we were thirty-five?”

“Yeah.”

“I can’t believe you’ve been low-key stalking me for years.”

I clear my throat. “Yeah, let’s not gloss over that.”

Robyn turns to me with an unapologetic look. “Is it wrong that I'm not that upset about it? It’s actually kinda sweet in a fucked-up way.”

I stifle a laugh. “Maybe cool it with the dark romance books.”

She turns back to him and sighs. “Zay, I would have been with you since college if you would have just asked. If I just would have known.”

“Our timelines never worked out. I was going to ask you out the day you told me you met Wyatt. By the time you were single again, I got the news that I was going to play for the Hornets. I couldn’t ask you to come with me and give up your future rugby career. So when you proposed that we make a marriage pact…”

“You took it to heart,” she finishes in a whisper. My own heart breaks for these star-crossed friends to lovers.

He nods and places his hands on her hips gently, like he’s afraid she'll book it out of here any moment. “And I took the head coaching job because I wanted to be closer to you.”

“Zay,” she whispers mournfully.

“I’m really sorry, Robyn,” he says and takes a step back, releasing her. “I’m sorry I put us in this position, but… I am your coach.”

“But,” she whines, “no one has to know.”

“It isn’t right.”

I tsk . “Says the man who’s been stalking her.” Two sets of eyes find mine and an idea takes root. “You know what I think?” I grin, stepping closer to them, my arms still folded across my chest. “I think you should kiss her.”

“Dell,” he pleads. “You know I can’t.”

“I’m not asking you to. I’m telling you. You’ve spent years in your head about this. Wouldn’t it feel nice to have someone take the pressure off and give you the permission you’ve been craving?” Leaning in, I catch the slightest tremble in his breathing before I whisper in his ear, “All you have to do is obey. Nothing that happens here will be your decision. Would you like that? Would you like to be my good boy?”

“Yes.” He huffs his reply so fast, like it gives him relief just to say the word.

“Good. If it all becomes too much, you need to tell me to stop. Is that understood?” He nods, and I look at Robyn who nods as well. “Wonderful!” I jog over to the window where Chester and BooBoo Kitty are cuddled together, and I’m suddenly extremely grateful for these windows being one-way because I’m itching at the idea of having both of them naked and panting for me without onlookers.

Now’s not the time to try out my exhibition kink, but it is time to lock the cats in my office. “I’m sorry, guys,” I wince, setting them down on my desk and giving them each a quick peck. “Daddy doesn’t want to scar your innocent little heads. Ignore all the sounds you’re about to hear.”

On my way back, I dim the lights, and Isaiah’s hands flex as I approach. The pair of them haven’t moved an inch, waiting for me.

This is going to be fun.

Wordlessly, I take both of their hands and lead them to the closest wall, pushing Robyn’s back against it. Already my dick twitches. “You two have never kissed before?”

“No,” they say in unison, and I bite my lip.

“But you’ve wanted to. God, this is hot, okay,” I nod and whisper in Zay’s ear. “Try not to come in your pants this time.” He gives me a side eye and growls. I smirk, “No, no. Save the throaty moans for her.”

“Please Zay,” Robyn begs, skimming her hands up his chest. He leans closer and rests an arm above her head, the other pulling her hips to his.

“Go on. Kiss her like you’ve always wanted to.”

He hesitates, and I’m convinced he’s going to back away, but finally he leans all the way in and brushes his lips to hers. His dark beard presses against her pale skin, and her strong jaw meets his. Her fingers dig into his T-shirt, and she pulls him as close as possible. Twin sighs are released. Their kiss grows hungrier and the energy shifts between them. It’s like I’m witnessing a chemistry experiment go exceptionally, terrifically right. Their heads bob as tongues search for more and soft moans only encourage more ravenous behavior.

“Isn’t she terrible at kissing?” I tease, but neither of them seem to care that I’m here.

“No,” he says seriously, panting and unaware of my little inside joke with Robyn. With every roll of their tongues and nip of their lips, they grow more esurient. Soon her hands are slicing through the strands of hair at the back of his head and he’s bracketing her face.

Damn. I want in.

“C’mere,” I say, gently guiding Robyn away from the wall, but they refuse to fully detach. “Don’t mind me,” I chuckle. Kneeling behind her, I remove her gym shoes, socks, and leggings. I chuckle to myself because these two can’t seem to register that I’m stripping them. When I take off her tank top and sports bra, it’s only then that Isaiah really understands what’s happening, and he pulls his mouth away from hers long enough to take in her naked beauty.

“Fuck,” he breathes, trying to slide his hand over her small breast where her light-pink nipple perks.

I smack his hand away. “Not so fast.” I turn to him and remove his clothes too. When I’m kneeling before him and taking liberties with his ridiculously muscular rugby quads, he chokes in realization.

“I—I can’t. I can’t… with her.”

“I know you can’t. Because you made a bad decision, Isaiah.” I stand up between them and look down on him while only being an inch taller. After I remove his shirt, he stands there buck naked and completely, gloriously vulnerable. “Which is why I will be making the decisions from here. You chose to make her miserable in wanting you. You also chose to make yourself miserable in wanting her. You chose to stalk her and cockblock her. And now that you’ve had your taste, you’re going sit over there on that weight bench, and you’re going to watch me fuck her.”

Robyn’s breath shudders behind me as Isaiah’s pupils dilate.

“Off you go,” I tell him, and of course he listens. Of course.

I turn my back on him and guide her down to the mats where I push a medicine ball out of the way. “You can tell me to stop, too.”

She props herself up on her elbows. “I know. I want this.”

Reaching into my back pocket, I pull out my wallet and plant a kiss on her soft lips, lips that now taste like Isaiah. The condom falls to the mat beside her, and my shirt follows. I’m not in the mood to be one of those Doms that keeps their clothes on as a power move. I want to feel Robyn’s skin against mine. I want Isaiah to lose his ever-loving mind with desire.

I want to teach him how to please her.

Coach him.

Train him.

Removing the rest of my clothes and laying her all the way down, my lips trail across her neck and down her chest. While her chest itself is large and built, her breasts are small, with just enough lovely, soft tissue to press my lips against and indulge in. And indulge I do. Why did I ever think my No Dating Clients rule should apply to them? This is so much better. This is the real deal.

“Tell her how good she’s doing, Isaiah,” I say without looking over to him, pulling a stiff peak into my mouth and flicking my tongue across it.

“You’re… you’re doing great,” he stammers.

“More,” I growl, hiking her bare leg around my waist. “Our girl likes to be praised, don’t you, darlin’?”

“Yes,” she breathes.

“You’re… so… beautiful,” he says with some grit to his voice. “You deserve to feel good. You deserve to be worshiped.”

“I agree,” I rasp, rubbing my hard-on against the tantalizing warmth of her cunt. “Tell me, Robyn, how do you like to be pleasured?”

“Um,” she hesitates.

“Do you like it hard? Spanking? Do you wanna feel used?”

She shakes her head. “I like it to be gentle, and soft.” The way she says it momentarily breaks me; like she’s afraid of what that means or to even ask for it. There’s a sudden bite of anger that flashes like a splash of water in a hot pan at the thought of her being reluctant to speak her truth. I never want her to feel like that when she’s with us.

Anger whirls with confusion too. I don’t know why her answer surprises me, but I pull away from her chest and search her worried eyes. “Of course you do,” I smile, smoothing my hand over her head, cradling it. “You’re this big strong athlete. Of course you crave softness.”

I think of what she wears off the field and outside of the gym. She’s sleek and feminine. I think about all the hurtful things people say about her on social media—saying she has a masculine body, outright calling her a man—and it fucking clicks. “You wanna be treated like a princess, don’t you?”

Nodding, she bites her lip, and my cock stirs against her heat.

“Oh darling, I’m your man. Relax and let me take care of you.”

Releasing her leg, I lower down her toned body and swipe a flat tongue against her wet center. That kiss with Isaiah must have revved her up. Me too. Humming against her, I settle in and languidly feast. I pull on her sensitive lips and push my tongue inside to get a better taste—to memorize her arousal. Her warm scent fills my senses and I freefall into a hedonistic haze.

God, how I’ve wanted this. I’ve been watching her workout for two years now, pretending I could keep my infatuation under wraps. But I’ve dreamed of tasting her. Pleasuring her that night after the bar only made my thirst more insatiable. There’s a push and pull of two equal measures happening in my brain all at once: a boyish glee that can’t believe I’m really doing this—that she’s really letting me do this—and a dominating, egotistical male satisfaction that knows I am going to make this woman see stars.

“That’s it,” Isaiah says. “Let him take care of you.”

I venture to look up at him and slide a finger inside her. “Touch yourself, Isaiah. Just your tip.” Straight and cut, his cock is so damn beautiful from here. Dark tight curls dust his groin and just like his beard, it’s well groomed.

In a flash, he grips his crown and pulls, like he was just waiting for me to give him permission. His shoulders sag and the muscles in his legs relax.

Adding a second finger, I locate that rough little patch on her inner wall and she bucks into my palm. “Yes, princess. Give in to me. Listen to your body and don’t fight it. None of us should be doing what we’re doing, but it feels so good to be bad, doesn’t it?”

“ Mhm, ” she whimpers.

“Your coach is watching you, Robyn. He’s watching me. He’s stroking himself because he can’t touch you. Doesn’t that make you want him even more?”

“Yes,” she cries, and I furiously rub her G-spot.

“Look at him,” I growl, and she obeys. “Look how pathetic he is. All he can do is sit there, massaging his tip and pretending he’s me. Or maybe he’s pretending he’s you. Who do you wish you were, Isaiah?”

“Both,” he whimpers. “I want to be both of you.”

At that, Robyn’s channel tightens around my fingers, and I bend over to suck her hardened clit, coaxing her magnificent orgasm and swallowing it.

“Good girl,” he praises. “Good. Oh, that’s so, so good, Robyn. Give it all to him.”

She chokes out a few more sobs before sinking into the mat and smiling, totally blissed out.

Before she opens her eyes, I’m sheathing myself in latex and positioning myself at her glistening center. My tip drags against her wet, swollen clit.

“Oh my god,” she whispers, finally looking down at where our sexes kiss. I’d like a fucking gold medal for having the restraint of a saint. Well, a saint that fucks. Is there a patron saint of restraint? Or would it be the patron saint of fucking? Either way, I’d like to submit my application, because surely no one has been this close to fucking Robyn Cassidy and not lost their goddamn minds in a lusty selfish fog.

“ Unghh, ” I groan, rolling my lip under my teeth.

“Please, Dell,” she whines, thrusting her hips forward and begging to swallow my aching length. “Please…”

I’m lost. “Baby. Fuck. Fuck, you’re so sexy.”

“Take it,” a low, murky voice says near me. Oh shit. I almost forgot Isaiah was watching. That’s how entranced her bare, perfect pussy has me. “Take it for me too.”

“Oh god!” she screams as I thrust into her tight, wet heat. And at that, I officially revoke my application for the patron saint of restraint.

Slow down, Dell, I remind myself. Gentle. She likes it gentle.

Collapsing on her, our foreheads touch, and my hands grip underneath her shoulder blades. “Robyn.” My mind disintegrates into nothing more than a fizz and I’m reduced to animalistic urges. There’s a soft, deep voice rumbling from nearby, and I vaguely clock words of praise. The only thing tying me to reality is remembering that voice is my cute and grumpy Isaiah. But how can I think about anything other than this goddess of a woman below me, writhing and screaming for me, hooking her strong legs around me and pushing her heels against my ass?

Ass. Suddenly I need to see hers.

With a grunt and nothing short of a miracle, I pull out of her and find a yellow yoga ball within arm’s reach. Rolling it in front of her, I lift her gently into the position I want. With her stomach on the ball, she presents her glorious backside with the cutest little tuft of blond peach fuzz over her tail bone.

Aww.

“Yes,” she groans as I thrust into her again. My chest is pressed against her back when I peek up at Isaiah. “More. Tell her how beautiful she is.” “You are,” he groans, stroking the head of his dick. “I dream about you, Robyn. I dream about kissing you under the stars. I dream about you, Dell, fucking me like you’re fucking her.”

“Yeah? Where am I fucking you?”

“Here. In my bed. In the back of a car. In a pool. On our honeymoon,” he sobs.

Honeymoon?

“Oh fuck, that’s hot,” Robyn moans.

“Yeah? You like that idea of me fucking him?”

“Yes… Yes sir.” Suddenly my entire body halts, and I have to focus on not coming. “What’s wrong? ”

“Nothing, darlin’. Just… Please don’t call me that if you want me to keep it gentle and slow.”

She catches my meaning and giggles, “Oh.”

“Oh is right,” I say, wrapping an arm around her and pressing my fingertips against that budding juncture of her legs. She lets out a breathy gasp. “You can thrust yourself against me here,” I offer, flattening my finger for her to rock against with the help of the yoga ball. She gives me a surprised little oh when she realizes it won’t take much work for her to ride my finger.

My eyes roll back in my brain when I resume my pumping, and I realize with every thrust against my finger that presses into the yoga ball, she’s clenching and pulling my cock along with her. “Yeeeeeees, princess. Oh fuck, that’s good.”

Isaiah grunts. “Be a good girl and take his dick.”

My forehead finds her shoulder. “Yeah,” I grunt back. “What he said.”

Hooking my finger suddenly creates a perfect little scoop for her clit to grind into, and again her tight pussy constricts as she screams. I love that she doesn’t shy away from letting me know just how much pleasure I’m giving her.

There’s a chorus of curses and oh gods thrown everywhere and I can no longer hold back either. “Fucking come, Zay!” I bellow. “Come with us!”

“Yes!” he grits out. At the same time, Robyn milks my cock for all it’s worth and my balls try to climb up inside my body, only to release and drop moments later.

With a blurry mind, I push the ball away and lay her back down, kissing her languid lips and pliant body. “So good for me,” I whisper. “Don’t move, princess.” And without thinking more of it, I crawl over to Isaiah who is sitting limply on the weight bench, his head rolled back and eyes closed. Without warning, I grab his gorgeous, spent cock and lick him clean. His answering gasp alerts me to his spectacularly surprised eyes, and I revel in him watching me lick every drop of cum off his body.

“It feels good to listen to me, doesn’t it?” I grin.

All he can do is nod, pupils blown wide.

“Come on, you two.” I lean down to pick up Robyn in a bridal carry. “We’re taking a shower.”

“I’m two hundred pounds, Dell,” she lazily giggles, but wraps her arms around my neck. “Put me down!”

“Don’t insult me like that.” And just to prove my point, I let go of her back and carry her with just one arm under her legs, the other grabbing Isaiah’s hand to drag him along.

“I forgot there was a shower here,” he says as we walk into the small bathroom behind my office. It’s just big enough for a sink and a couple stalls, but beyond the tile wall is a shower big enough for the three of us.

After discarding my condom, I turn on the water and let it warm up. Robyn relieves herself and then joins us in the warm spray. There are no washcloths or loofahs here, so my hands will have to make do for now.

“How do you feel?” I ask her while pumping the mint-scented body wash from the wall dispenser into my hand. As it lathers in my palms, she rests her body against Isaiah’s and allows me to cover her body in suds and massage her tight muscles.

A contented sigh escapes. “Wonderful.”

“And you, Isaiah?”

One of his hands finds mine while skimming her back and he stops it—squeezes it. “I feel amazing and awful,” he says slowly. “Thank you.”

My brows furrow. “Why do you feel awful?”

“Because I’ve been a coward. You were right,” he says, nestling Robyn into his chest further. “I made myself and her miserable. And there’s still no way out of this.”

“Well,” I sigh, rubbing body wash into his shoulders, my own body pressing Robyn between us. “You two have a little break between now and your next game, right?”

“Yeah,” they say.

“I leave Wednesday for my week-long girls’ trip to the Outer Banks.”

“And I leave Thursday for my grandma’s surprise birthday weekend back home in Kentucky,” I say. My next words itch to come out as the idea of the three of us becoming more takes root. Couldn’t we? I’ve never considered polyamory before, but the longer I think about it, the more it makes sense for us. “Why don’t we take this time to think about us and if we could work as a throuple.”

A brush of surprise paints their faces as my statement is thrown out into the wild—into real life.

“Wouldn’t we have to hide?” she asks. Looking up at me, she continues, “You said you were afraid that if people found out we were together, it could hurt my image if your OnlyFans account resurfaced.”

My gut drops as the impending doom cloud settles over us. “That’s… definitely something we all need to consider.”

The three of us stand there in silence for a moment processing and gently rubbing slippery circles against one another. “Okay,” Zay says, pulling myself and Robyn into a hug.

“What are you going to do while we’re gone?” Robyn asks him.

“I don’t know. See if Ang and Raf need help with the twins I guess.”

All at once a delicious little idea pops up. “Why don’t you come with me to Kentucky? You can meet my family.” This would be the perfect opportunity for the two of us to deepen our connection. Maybe we won’t work as a throuple, but I want to give us the strongest chance of it working, and that means more time exploring each other.

“You want me to meet your family?”

“Of course I do,” I shrug, like this hasn’t been a huge fucking deal for me in the past. There has been no one in my life since Travis. When that man cheated and uploaded revenge porn, he did a lot more than burn our relationship. He burned me and my desire for that kind of close relationship—he burned my trust in others. No one has ever been able to hold my heart again. Not until now. The unexplainable urge to take care of these two and finally open my heart again is profound, and it feels too good not to chase it.

So of course I want them to meet my family. Why is he questioning that?

“Unless, wait. Are you not out? Shit. I didn’t even think about that.”

“No, that’s not it. I mean, I am out. I just—I’ve never been in a relationship, or, almost-relationship with another man. And,” he lets out a ragged breath that has me on edge. He swallows. “I think there's something you two should know.”

Robyn pulls her head off his chest to study him, and I’m suddenly very aware of my heartbeat in my ears.

A fresh red color creeps across his face, and it’s not from the heat of the shower. “I… I’m a virgin.”

…Buffering…

“Can someone please say something?” he begs when neither of us say a word.

“Let me get this straight,” I blink. “I cuckolded you twice, and you’re a virgin?”

“Yes.”

“But, Jessica…” Robyn trails off, and he sighs.

“Remember? Before she cheated on me, she was waiting for marriage. Ergo, I was waiting. Then I fell for my rugby friend, Robyn,” he smiles sadly, and cups her jaw. “Became a little obsessed—”

“Understatement,” I add under my breath.

“—and well, a while ago, after Jessica, Angie helped me realize I was demisexual. So like, I don’t usually form sexual attraction for someone unless I have strong romantic feelings for them.”

“Oh my god,” I say in awe. “It’s like a perfect storm.”

“And there was no one before Jessica?”

“No.”

“Dibs.”

Robyn smacks my chest. “You can’t call dibs on his virginity.”

“I can.”

“It’s his decision!”

Isaiah holds Robyn a little tighter, and the smallest curl forms at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, it’s my decision.”

A low rumble flows from my chest. “ Mmm , then come home to Kentucky with me and let me plead my case.”

He can’t hide that smile now. I’ve got him.