Page 12 of Triple Pucked
The door swings open elegantly.
It actually fucking opens.
Shay gasps, turning his head to stare through the yawning open door as if he’s peering into Aladdin’s cavern. “This is Freedom Mansion…? The house you own that you’ve been all secretive about? Shit, I was drugged, trapped inside a car withRobyn, and parked outside the front gates last time we were here. I had no idea that the place looked like this.”
I raise my eyebrow. “And you kept it quiet that this was the governor’s old residence.”
“It’s the house that I always planned to share with you. Now, it’s your new home.” D’Angelo swiftly turns to Shay and wraps his arm beneath his back and knees to heft him into a bridal carry like Eden is holding me. “Oh yes, and will you move in with me?”
Shay stiffens, holding himself very still, as if he never expected to be held gently like this. The look in his eyes is fragile. D’Angelo could shatter him with a single wrong word.
“Yeah,” Shay whispers. “If you’ll have me, darlin’.”
“Yes.” Joy surges through me. “Yes,yes.”
D’Angelo rests his forehead against Shay’s. “I’ve dreamed of carrying you over the threshold of my house since I first saw you skating, a revelation of speed and fire.My English ice prince.You may have fantasized of me for years, while you were in college and I was a pro. But Iwantedyou, even before I knew that I did, and you were?—”
“Breaking things, waging prank wars, and being a nightmare mentee?” Shay teases.
“You were never a nightmare.” D’Angelo’s expression becomes serious. “You were simply mine.”
Shay’s eyes widen, but before he can answer, D’Angelo straightens and strides through into the house.
“Bring our Robyn,” D’Angelo calls over his shoulder.
“You knew about this.” I accuse looking up at Eden, even though I can’t hide my smile.
Eden hums his agreement. “It was my idea. A way to have privacy and security for us before the stressful games start next week.”
Well, that’s a surprise.
“Bro, you’re a menace.” But Shay is grinning. “I’m proud of you.”
Eden’s cheeks flush. He looks pleased.
He drops a quick kiss on my upturned lips.
“Shouldn’t I be wearing white and a veil?” My chest is tight.
Eden blinks. “You’re beautiful as you are. You don’t need clothes.”
He sweeps me through into the grand foyer. His boots clatter on the marble floor. Sunlight streams through the arched window above the door over a sweeping staircase.
Dad’s house is imposing, but this is like stepping into a palace.
Wow.
I whistle.
When D’Angelo places Shay down, Shay takes a couple of unsteady steps away from him.
Shay looks lost. “This is incredible. Those vases and shit are antiques, right? What happens if I smash them?”
D’Angelo fixes him with a stern stare. “Guess.”
Eden hesitates, before leaning down to kiss me, slow and lingeringly. “I love you.”
Eden doesn’t speak as much as his twin does. He’s an introvert with social anxiety. Emotions are hard for him.
