Page 2 of Pucking Obsessed

He wears a cold mask to protect himself, but I know how warm hearted he is underneath.

He’d probably take it as an insult if I told him that.

D’Angelo is a man who plays at being Lucifer, when truly, he’s an angel.

My devil and my angel.

D’Angelo narrows his eyes at me. “What? Why are you looking at me like I’ve transformed into a fluffy puppy wearing a bow tie?”

I laugh at the image of D’Angelo as anything but a wolf. “Shay is the puppy. Our good boy.”

Shay is loved — fuckingowned— by both D’Angelo and me. He longs to be.

D’Angelo and I are protective and possessive of our golden retriever of an English player. Shay is held between us and in our hearts, even if often he doesn’t believe that he’s worthy to be.

Does he still think of himself as my one-night stand?

A hookup who I allowed to stay?

A stray that we took in?

“You’d better never dare callmethat, principessa.” D’Angelo arches his eyebrow. “Of course Shay is our pet. But why are you looking at me like I’m Eden?”

I stare at D’Angelo in shock.

Do I only look this softly at Eden?

I need to work on that.

D’Angelo and I have a complicated past. This is our second chance.

My ex-husband, Wilder, drove D’Angelo and me apart for years, making us enemies.

D’Angelo is a trained dom, who always tries to be in control. He concentrates on looking out for everybody else’s needs and pleasure, while forgetting his own.

I’m going to make sure he understands that he deserves equal care as everyone else in this relationship.

Shay and I will find a way to show him.

D’Angelo’s asshole family tried to steal that belief from him because he’s bisexual.

He bled, bruised, and screamed at their hands.

Never again.

Still, our love language is banter.

I swing my legs up onto D’Angelo’s lap. “I was just thinking that if your NHL career crashes and burns, at least you’ll have a backup as a romance author.”

“Your faith in me is adorable,” D’Angelo drawls, coolly.

I know that whatever D’Angelo is writing, it’s not fiction.

The book that he’s been drawing in so intently looks like a hockey strategy book in arctic blue and white with lines, arrows, and arcs on the front.

There’s also a crude puck and hockey stick.

I drew those and also wrote the scrawled words on the top:

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