Page 71 of Triple Pucked
Shay groans, wrinkling up his nose. “You’ve already smothered me in enough to make me smell like a menthol factory has exploded all over me.”
“Too bad.” I scoot closer to him. “You’ll have to live with some fussing.”
Shay looks like he’s about to bolt.
Before he can, D’Angelo clicks the metal hand cuff that is lined with leather, which is hanging from the oak headboard, around Shay’s wrist with a click.
Then he looks smug.
Shay gapes at him. “Unfair, darlin’. I’m not trying to escape.”
“Looked like you were thinking about it,” I point out.
“Fair, love, but even if I ran, you’d chase and catch me. Then we’d all have a good time.”
D’Angelo traces over the cold metal cuff. “This is for me. I need to know that you’re here with me and safe.”
Shay’s expression softens.
“And this,” I squirt more arnica cream onto Shay’s hip and slowly work it into his skin in circular motions, “is forme. Let us take care of you.”
Shay relaxes for the first time since he was medically checked out after the game by my brother, before being called into Dad’s office to be yelled at for his poor performance.
D’Angelo was furious that Dad kept him kicking his heels outside in the corridor, refusing to allow him inside with Shay.
Yet I grudgingly understand Dad’s point.
D’Angelo was incredible last night. He scored and pulled together an amazing performance from the rest of his team.
It was Shay who messed up.
Shay who didn’t score.
He felt off from the moment that he skated onto the ice.
Unfocused.
Lost.
I know how much is riding on these games.
It’s why the rest of the team put everything that they had into the game, and I am grateful to them.
I don’t know what happened with Shay. He’s been tight-lipped about it.
I won’t push him. He’ll talk when he’s ready.
Shay smirks. “When have I ever said no to kinky bondage with some massage? Take care of me all you like.”
He glances down at his cock, which is standing hopefully at attention.
I laugh. “Sadly, you’ll have to take care of that yourself. I’m here in a purely medical role.”
Shay’s gaze becomes half-hooded. “You’re a sexy nurse. And here I am tied, innocent, and defenseless. I do hope that you don’t take advantage of my hot, muscled body…”
He eagerly sprawls out as much as he can to artfully display himself further with a wink.
He does look delicious like a model shoot of a captive prince.
