Page 201 of Pucking Obsessed

I flip open the lid.

The rings are nestled in black velvet.

A puck, which is lying on its side like it’s just been hit toward a goal, is sunk into the front of the platinum signet rings.

“See, I’m triple pucked,” I tease. “Three men, three loves, and I don’t give a puck what anyone thinks of that but us. I have my pendant and my rings from you. And you deserve something commitment wise from me.”

“That’s what this is?” D’Angelo questions. “A commitment?”

I’d call it amarriage, if I could marry three people.

“A lifetime,” I reply.

Finally, D’Angelo’s expression gentles.

His eyes crease at the sides, as his smiles. “And not a single day less.”

“They’re gorgeous.” Shay is staring at the rings longingly. “But won’t people connect the dots, if we’re all wearing the same ring?”

“I’m not wearing one,” I reply. “We don’t need to tell anyone anything. But if people do ask and you want to say anything, then you can call it male bonding like getting tattoos from having to live in this house as coach’sPR disasters.”

D’Angelo snorts. “We’ll start a trend. Don’t be surprised if the rest of the players become jealous and assume that it’s a team thing. They’ll all be wearing puck signet rings by the end of the season.”

Eden reaches out his hand like he can’t resist any longer. “I want it.”

“We’ll take them at the same time,” D’Angelo says, firmly. “How did you find out our sizes?”

I shrug. “You sleep more deeply than you know. Jude, yours is in the middle and the twins are on the sides.”

D’Angelo’s gaze darts to mine on my use of his first name.

The happiness that radiates from him makes me glad that I chose it.

I’m filled with joy, as my lovers select the right rings and slip them onto their fingers.

Plus, relief that they do in fact fit.

Shay twists his hand back and forth in the light, admiring his ring. Then he leans across D’Angelo to snatch his brother’s hand and hold it, pressing both their rings together.

He stares at them in awe. “Look what she gave us, Dee.”

“I see.” Eden’s searching gaze finds out mine. “She wants us.”

D’Angelo’s ringed hand entwines with mine. “We choose each other.”

Shay leaps up and whoops, dancing around the sofa. “We bloody won against Heine, won the games, and now, we’ve even been given rings! I’ll take this as winning at life, right?”

I laugh.

Shay attempts to drape himself over D’Angelo across the back of the sofa.

D’Angelo shakes him off but still smiles, fondly. “Careful of your ankle.”

Fuck, I love these men.

We’ve earned this moment of happiness together. Even if Shay is jinxing us.

This is the best birthday of my life because of my new found family.

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