Page 76 of Triple Pucked
I crave to drop onto D’Angelo’s lap, straddle him, and draw him into a hot, heavy kiss that proves he’s mine. Then to pull Robyn down next to me and kiss her as well.
Instead, I hook my thumbs into the pockets of my jeans, determinedly keeping my attention on the people who matter and nothing else.
“Focus,” Eden said simply this morning, after he’d insisted that I eat an entire plateful of bacon sandwiches. “Breathe. Then focus on what matters in the moment. Nothing else.”
I breathe slowly, counting to five.
Then I focus on what matters in this moment alone.
I hold my hand out to Robyn. “What do you think, love? Can you imagine our grumpy beast sprawled against that glitzy bar with a brightly colored fruit cocktail in his paw, bossing everybody around?”
D’Angelo glares at me. “Beauty, watch it.”
I laugh.
Robyn grabs my hand, dragging me against her side. It could be the touch of a friend. She’s good at walking this public line in a way that I’m not.
She is dressed in a pretty cotton red dress with ribbons holding it together at the neck, which matches my top in a way that makes me happy in my soul.
She must have chosen it on purpose.
My cock instantly hardens, as she skims her hand across my hard abs, as if she’s simply tidying me up.
Tease.
“I can imagine D’Angelo dancing in those cages.” Robyn gestures to the tall cage that stands on the edge of the dance floor. My eyes become glassy at the same fantasy. D’Angelo looks amused. “Also, being spit roasted over that stool. Actually, I meanrememberingit from the photos in the papers, which I clipped out and stuck in the Guide.”
“Bloody hell.” I adjust myself in my jeans surreptitiously. “Do you have to get me hard just before we meet his friends?”
My cheeks flush.
D’Angelo’s smile widens, becoming dangerous. “They’ll just think that Robyn and I are doing a good job with our pet.”
I bite back a groan, and my eyelashes flutter. “Mean.”
I only just stop myself from addingSir.
D’Angelo’s look is knowing, however, because he sees me more thoroughly than anyone has.
It makes me vulnerable and exposed but in a good way, the opposite to how it felt with Blythe.
Robyn and D’Angelo have made me want to flay myself on their altars from the moment that I met them.
How fast and hard I fell for them scares me. Yet I wouldn’t change this feeling for the bloody world because terrifying as it is — as much as it’ll break me when they eventually throw me away — I feel more alive with them than ever before.
They make me feel like I don’t need to keep risking dying anymore because with them, I can keep falling, but they will always catch me.
D’Angelo glances at his watch, as if he’s waiting for something. “You both deserve this outing. Cara mia, you’ve worked all night and day on the Butt Plug Bet disaster. You’re a PR genius to have spun the incident to push the attention away from the loss on the ice and into sympathy for Shay. Cucciolo, you put one hundred percent into practice, despite the pain that I know you’re still in from your injuries. I’m proud of you both.You just need to take that single-minded dedication into the game on Thursday.”
I tilt up my chin. “I will.”
“Good.” Robyn squeezes my hand. “Because I’m desperate for the reward. I can’t decide what playing card I want the most.”
My throat becomes tight.
Not the Queen of Hearts…
I struggle to focus on the present.
