Page 92 of Triple Pucked
Eden snorts.
Shay eagerly strides forward, dropping to his knees in front of the step. “Who gets to pick the card?”
“We decided that it would the highest scorer, which was both of us.” I waggle the cards. “How about you tell me when to stop? Then we’ll be choosing together. Remember, hearts for role play. Diamonds for fantasy. Ace of clubs for a toy from the chest. Ace of spades is a mystery reward.”
I split the aces apart, before shuffling them.
Then I fan them out, hovering my hand over them.
It feels special — sacrosanct — to be sharing this with Shay. We scored the goals together. We will dance on the stage together. And now, we’re making the selection together.
Robyn is the first woman who I have loved.
That I have someone else who has fitted into our lives as well as Shay has, both as a man and sub, is a blessing that I never thought I would have.
My throat is tight.
I keep my eyes on the cards because I’m scared of what Shay may read in my eyes, the enormity of the love.
Would it scare him? Does he feel the same?
“Stop, darlin’.” Shay’s eyes are lit with excitement.
I flip over the card: Ace of clubs.
“Fantasy.” I grin.
“I know that look,” Shay says. “You’ve already chosen one from the list, haven’t you?”
I look over Shay’s shoulder to meet Eden’s dark gaze.
Eden nods, moving to grasp Robyn by the shoulders and start to slowly undress her like she’s the most precious thing in the world.
Slowly, he unwinds her scarf, before taking off her gloves. He drops them in a neat pile.
Then he pushes her coat from her shoulders and drags off her dress.
Robyn shivers, watching him with dilated pupils.
“Please,” she murmurs, as if she’s not quite sure what she’s pleading for.
“Color?” Eden checks in.
I’m fucking proud of him.
“Green,” Robyn pants.
“I’m stripping you naked now.” When Eden caresses Robyn’s shoulder, she reaches up to pull him into a deep kiss.
Then she eagerly unclasps her own bra, while he drops to his knees and slides off her white lace panties.
“You both planned this.” Shay glances between Eden and me. Then he grins. “I’m impressed, Dee.”
Eden straightens to his feet, raising his pierced eyebrow. “I’m D’Angelo’s apprentice. Watch yourself, bro.”
When Shay looks startled, I laugh.
I grab the cards and gather them back together, before sliding them into my pocket. I shrug out of my jacket.
