Page 40 of Triple Pucked
And if it’s the reason that I’m allowed a place within this relationship, then I’ll accept it. But why would they want a long distance relationship with me?
Aside from phone sex, what use will they have for me?
What use is a sub who has been sent away?
I stumble on the thought, losing my balance. My hip slams into the boards, as I crash.
I hiss in pain, rubbing the blossoming bruise on my hip.
“You okay?” Zach calls.
“Fine,” I gasp.
I’m bent over, catching my breath.
Suddenly, there is a harsh grip on my neck, pulling me upright.
I yelp in shock.
“You are not fine.” D’Angelo’s voice is soft and low enough for only me to hear, despite the hardness of his grip. “You haven’t been fine since Heine’s sick bet. I’m not either. I should have found a way to get you out of this practice.”
I slide my gaze to the coach. “Did I mess up with the new AC? I wanted to impress him. Grayson said that a couple of decades ago he used to be a legend.”
D’Angelo doesn’t let go of me. To everyone else, it must look like he’s being a hardass and scolding me.
In fact, D’Angelo knows that right now I need his rough touch to feel grounded. His close contact stops me from flying apart.
D’Angelo turns me just enough to allow me to glance underneath my eyelashes at the new assistant coach, who is watching us with an evaluating tilt of his head.
The man is athletic and in his sixties. He has a dominant, military air about him. He is taller even than D’Angelo with broad shoulders and bulging muscles. His hair is neat and silver, contrasting to his cool brown skin and dark eyes.
“We will talk about things when we’re home,” D’Angelo says, and it makes something curl warmly inside me that he’s calling Freedom Mansionhomein that casual way. “I wish that I could hug you, massage you, or bite hard into your skin until you stopped spiraling. Let me assure you, however, that whatever happens, you will always be mine, Shay Prince. If I need to prove that by tattooing my name onto your cock, then I will. If you think for one moment in that muddled golden retriever head of yours that Robyn and I will break up with you simply because you need to move for your job, then there will be consequences, am I making myself clear?”
My cheeks flush, but a smile curls my lips. “You can brand my cock, darlin’, as long as it means that I’ll always be yours.”
D’Angelo’s pupils dilate, and we both freeze.
“Don’t tempt me. And I hope that your mouth is not writing checks that your cock can’t cash.” His hand flexes around my neck like a collar.
“No one pays with checks anymore, old man,” I risk, teasing. “I’m paying it with my phone.”
D’Angelo’s expression becomes playfully dangerous in a way that makes my stomach swoop. “You’llpayfor that later anyway I say you will. More importantly, we’re going to win these games because no one is destroying my forever family now that I’ve found it.”
“Stop it.” I push at D’Angelo lightly with my stick. “Or you’ll make me bawl. Then Lucas will nickname me Puck Baby.”
D’Angelo smirks, finally letting go of me. “I like it. I may call you that.”
“Only if I can call you Puck Daddy.”
He chokes on his tongue. “Don’t you dare.”
“Our Robyn will dare.” I laugh, feeling lighter than I have since the meeting in coach’s room.
I duck around, eyes gleaming at the thought of inciting Robyn into calling D’Angelo the new nickname.
Brat solidarity.
“Skate to coach,” D’Angelo growls.
