Page 11 of Pucking Obsessed

Shay hisses in a breath.

His gaze meets mine, as he struggles to hold himself still.

I nod, giving him my reassurance. “I love you equally. This is our home, family, and new life.”

“I invited your brother and you because I want to share this with you.” D’Angelo drops his hand from the scruff of Shay’s neck to ghost it down his side, abs, and then just shy of his cock that twitches in interest, despite the threat at his throat. “I promise you, along with Robyn and Eden, a lifetime of these moments on and off the ice. My every breath.”

“A lifetime?” Shay’s voice is painful with hope.

This is why we don’t need a marriage ceremony. There are a hundred other ways to prove our dedication to each other. The problem is whether Shay can believe it in his heart, even if he does in his head.

D’Angelo finally slides his hands to encircle Shay’s balls like a claim of ownership. “And not a single day less.”

Not a single day less.

D’Angelo’s fierce gaze meets mine over Shay’s shoulder.

D’Angelo’s love is all-encompassing…fucking powerful.

It makes me feel seen for the first time in my life.

Safe.

Protected.

But also, determined to protect my men just as fiercely.

I hear D’Angelo’s oath. After everything that we’ve been through, I won’t take it for granted.

Shay lets out a breath. “I’ll hold you to that. I’m yours now, forever.”

In approval, D’Angelo lightly squeezes Shay’s balls. “That’s a good boy.”

“Fuck, darlin’.” Shay’s eyelashes flutter. “Beast.”

“Beauty.”

I chuckle.

D’Angelo’s eyes crease at the side. “Perhaps, I just like to see pretty people suffer.”

True.

Shay’s eyes glint, challengingly. “Lucky for you that I’m a pretty person who finds pleasure in suffering.”

To my surprise, D’Angelo’s expression softens. “What if I want to spoil you this weekend instead?”

Shay looks lost, searching out my gaze like I have an answer.

I don’t.

I love, however, that D’Angelo is showing this side to Shay as well as to me. Still, it’ll probably be as hard for Shay to allow himself to be spoiled as to deal with a cold, stern D’Angelo.

“Is my brother in trouble again?” A deep, rumbling English voice calls from the path that runs to the sea.

Shay looks smug. “Now, you’ll need to release me. My brother will see your brutish—"

“He talked shit about himself,” D’Angelo calmly replies to Eden, ignoring Shay. “So, I’m holding him hostage with a rose.”

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