Page 20 of Triple Pucked
“As much as I want to lie here and bask in your praise, I did plan the layout and it did take days to put all the books up, but luckily, my friend who runs Freedom’s bookshop was in charge of the job. Everett was as excited as you are. I do listen sometimes to your chatter about books, you know, even if I don’t understand why someone would want something with a knot at the end of their cock rutted into them.”
I smirk.
D’Angelo can’t have seen the Alpha specialist dildo that I ordered last month. I’ve noticed, however, how Shay has been eying it. He’s more than eager to have a knot rutted into him.
D’Angelo drops the cushion and leans on his elbow. “What are you smirking about, principessa?”
“Just wondering how you managed to choose all my favorites.”
“I may have looked through Eden and your Kindle histories.”
I blanch.
Kindle reading histories are as sacred as your porn search history.
Shouldn’t there be a law or something that punishes people who sneak a look at either?
I spin to D’Angelo with flushed cheeks. “You didn’t. That’s a violation of boyfriend trust or?—”
“How many books do you need to read that involve milking monsters?”
“Neve dared me to read those.” I wag my finger at him. “It was this whole reading challenge and… I’ll milkyou, if you’re not careful.”
“Promise?” D’Angelo flashes a dangerous grin, watching me from the nook of luxurious cushions like some kind of book demon, as I wander amongst the shelves.
A tempting book demon.
My smile softens. “Thank you.”
“The look on your face — like a feral bookworm — makes it worth it.”
“Try and get between a fan and a special edition on release day, then you’ll see a truly feral bookworm.”
Suddenly, I glimpse a huge pile of envelopes in the corner of the room. It’s almost high enough to reach the roof.
Confused, I stroll closer and nudge them with my foot. “Are these all for Eden and me as well?”
D’Angelo cranes to look and then shakes his head. “Everett must have collected up the post and stashed it here. You know what it’s like this time of the year.”
“Sorry to break it to you, but it’s not Christmas.”
“Valentine’s Day.”
I gape at him. “You get this many cards…?”
I have received exactly one genuine Valentine’s card in my life and it was from Cody, when we were in high school. He was trying to make me feel better for never receiving one.
Newsflash to siblings: it doesn’t make you feel better to excitedly rip open a card thinking that it’s from a secret admirer, only to discover a note inside from your protective younger brother:
To my amazing sis! If the guys can’t see that you’re the strongest and most beautiful girl in this school…fuck them.
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“Of course not.”D’Angelo smooths down the front of his shirt. “Most of the cards are sent to the arena. This is just a small number from the superfans who have found out my private address. I will be talking to the security team about that.”
“Wilder didn’t believe in giving Valentine’s cards or gifts.” I’m heavy with the memory, drawn back to a time when I’d been isolated. “He said that we were married, and I was a dumbass for buying intoconsumerist bullshitfor wanting something. Most Valentine’s, I was left alone in our apartment, while he went to practice. Of course, I later learned that he’d actually been out with other women and boughtthemgifts.”
D'Angelo sits up.
