Page 3 of Triple Pucked
D’Angelo is still dressed in his full immaculate designer navy suit and waistcoat. He is tall with olive skin and piercing ice blue eyes. Raven curls frame his strong face.
Shay puffs up his chest, once again forgetting his sock and cock and balls predicament. “I have a brilliant hand.”
“I rest my case.” D’Angelo smirks. “Also, you’re bluffing. Yet I can’t read your twin at all. He should become a secret agent.”
“How do you know that I’m not already one?” Eden darts his inscrutable gaze to D’Angelo’s.
D’Angelo freezes. “I knew that your were a too talented PA. Where else could you have learned those skills with schedules, packed lunches, and Post-Its than in MI6? What does that make me? Bond’s boss?”
“Target practice?” I chuckle.
“Who said that I work for the British?” Eden focuses on his cards.
D’Angelo’s mouth opens and then closes.
Shay leans over and swats his brother’s arm. “Be nice to the grumpy bear. He bites.”
Shay stands up and dramatically points to the livid bite mark on his peachy ass with pride.
“Sit down.” D’Angelo looks like he’s trying hard not to laugh. “You’ve shown — at least three times — where I’ve marked you asmine. We both know that you asked me to. Now, unless you want this bear to bite your ass again,behave. You’ve dropped one of your cards.A two of diamonds? Are you sure that you’ve got the winning hand?”
I grin, as Shay flushes.
Shay throws himself back onto the log, snatching up his card. “Wait and see, darlin’.”
Eden is also still dressed, only having lost his scarf. It coils like a snake on top of my poppy embroidered cotton dress and Shay’s leathers in the center of our circle.
Eden is wearing a gray t-shirt and black leather trousers.
His expression is unreadable, and he is literally holding his cards close to his chest.
Eden has golden hair like Shay, but his is slicked back from his face. His right eyebrow is pierced. This makes his cheekbones look sharper than his brother’s.
As it has for the last few months, my gaze is drawn to the beautiful robin tattoo. It nestles amongst the thorns of the black roses tattoos, which wind up Eden’s bulging arms.
Eden’s ink is a way of taking back control over his life and body. Black roses symbolize that he has endured pain, but he has still bloomed.
The twins were sold by their addict biological parents, when they were kids. They both have different ways of coping with that trauma, some of it healthy and some of it not.
The robin, however, symbolizes me.
I’m so fucking honored that Eden chose to have my name tattooed on himself through this pretty bird taking flight.
It represents the hope of our present amongst the pain of our pasts.
Our love.
His belief that we have a future.
It’s more precious to me than a wedding ring.
My gaze darts between the men’s hands, as they hold their cards. My eyes light with joy to see the rings that I gave them to ensure they knew that our love (even if it needed to be kept secret for the sake of our careers), was for a lifetime.
And not a day less.
The platinum signet rings are designed with a spinning puck like it’s just been hit toward a goal.
Maybe I am the one who is triple pucked by these three men
