Page 4 of Triple Pucked
I love seeing them playing hockey in front of thousands in the arena, plus millions at home, wearing my rings, but nobody knows that means we’re partners.
What would happen if they found out?
Our worlds would crumble. The season would be ruined.We’d lose everything.
My chest tightens.
I force myself to concentrate on my cards, trying not to give away my reaction.
A pair of aces.
A good hand.
D’Angelo gives me a long look like he can see right into my soul and work out everything that I’m holding in my hand.
I shift around on the hard log, which is digging into places that gives me new sympathy for the phraseto have a stick up your ass.
“Are you okay?” Eden’s voice is deep and rumbling.
“We’re bringing a fluffy rug next time,” I grumble.
“I’ll be wearing two pairs of everything,” Shay declares.
“Come dressed in stockings, suspenders, and panties.” D’Angelo leans forward, and Shay’s cheeks pink adorably at the same time that his pupils dilate; he likes that idea. “It won’t help you. I’ll still strip them away. I always will.”
Shay’s breathing becomes ragged. “I want you to.”
“I know.”
Shay can’t hide his excitement because his cock hardens against his stomach.
The good thing about being naked is that you can’t mask your relationship tells.
Shay doesn’t cover himself. D’Angelo has trained him out of that.
Losing to D’Angelo has always meant winning to Shay.
I prefer to at leasttryto win.
Eden stands up, slipping off his t-shirt.
Do I need to explain the rules to him again?
“Ehm, not to discourage you or anything because I’ll always want to see your chest,” I blurt, “but you didn’t lose yet. You don’t need to strip.”
Standing in the slant of sunshine between the pine trees, Eden looks like a beautiful Greek god but one with glinting, pierced nipples.
Then Eden crouches next to me, folding the t-shirt neatly and holding it out to me. “To sit on.”
My expression softens. “Thanks.”
I snatch the top, unable to resist breathing in the sweet and vanilla scent of the warm cotton, before placing it underneath myself with a happy sigh.
Shay sits up straighter. “Circle of Twins, bro. How about you slip off your pants and let me sit on them to save my poor arse too?”
Eden ignores his brother, prowling back to his place.
Shay crosses his arms. “Harsh.”
