Page 1 of Triple Pucked
CHAPTER ONE
Freedom
Robyn
“You’re triple pucked.”Shay waves his playing cards at me like it’s a promise rather than a threat. “You’re about to lose our strip poker game, love.”
He is too enthusiastic, allowing me to glimpse his poker hand.
I wince.
Not with those cards, I’m not.
He’s the one who is triple pucked.
“Hey,” I wrinkle my nose in protest, “I have a sock and panties left and I’m holding onto them with my life.”
I am also wearing the golden pendant and rings that my men gifted to me. I never take them off.
Our adventurous entertainment today is Shay’s reward for winning the last three hockey games in a row, before practicestarts up again along with even tougher games next week. For now, I and my lovers have a weekend together to explore our fantasies.
This is Shay’s.
The thrill that we are playing this outside, where we may be seen, makes me push my thighs together.
I understand my lovers well enough to know that we’re safe and won’t be stumbled across by shocked hikers.
But what if…?
There is something dark and broken buried beneath Shay’s sunniness.
Since the phone call from his abusive ex, Blythe, four months ago, he has been brittle, masking his distress with even wilder behavior than normal both on and off the ice.
Shay’s twin, Eden, and I have been acting as his PR shield. On the ice, D’Angelo is every team member’s shield.
In this polyamorous relationship, where Shay is loved equally by both D’Angelo and me, we’d do anything to ground him.
Including, it turns out, shivering at the end of January in a grove of trees, playing kinky card games.
The loser of each hand must remove the items of clothing that they’ve bet. The game ends when one of us has lost every item.
But then, don’t we all win in a game like this?
I don’t know what D’Angelo said to Blythe, but she hasn’t tried to contact Shay since the mysterious phone call. At least, I don’t think that she has.
It feels, however, like Shay is just waiting for the moment that his perfect new life with me falls apart.
He’s reckless, as if he wants to be hurt because he’s been made to feel that he deserves to be.
I’m going to do everything to show Shay that he only deserves to be loved.
After lunch, D’Angelo drove me into the mountains close to the town of Freedom in his Alfa Romeo with the twins following on the Harley. Then D’Angelo led us to this grove deep in the forests with the determined look of a man who had scoped out the spot for some wicked plan.
The look of a wolf and his prey.
Luckily, Shay and I love being devoured by D’Angelo.
When I glance at Eden, I realize that he’s wearing the same predator expression.
