Page 24 of Triple Pucked
For most of my life, I have been numb. It’s Shay who is filled with an intense eagerness to experience everything that life can throw at him.
All I want is to protect him. To make him smile.
And now, to do the same for Robyn.
Yet my therapist has been asking me for months about whatIwant.
WhatIneed.
How am I meant to know?
Only, when I woke up this morning in this new house that D’Angelo said belongs to all of us, with my arms around Robyn, being able to feel my brother alive and safe, maybe I began to know.
Robyn is only dressed in pink socks, a red thong, and a mismatched white sports bra.
She is crouched next to the polka dot suitcase with clothes strewn across the floor.
I pick up a strawberry, before holding it firmly in front of her mouth.
Robyn stills and then glances at me sheepishly. “Thanks.”
She bites into the strawberry, licking my fingers as she eats it.
I draw in a sharp breath.
She sucks my fingers into her mouth, pretending that she is merely sucking the juice from them. When she looks at me from underneath her eyelashes, my cock hardens.
I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, before reluctantly pulling back and reaching for the mug. “Drink. Careful, it’s hot.”
“I’d obey him if I were you,” D’Angelo drawls. “He gets all English and bossy about wasting Earl Grey.”
Robyn sips the tea. “Hmm, perfect.”
I glow with pride.
D’Angelo looks elegant, sprawled in a highbacked duck egg blue armchair by the window. Morning sunlight streams over his tousled hair and the diamond cufflinks that he is adjusting in one of his favorite navy suits.
He crosses his legs. “Interesting look you’re going for there, principessa.”
Robyn draws back and collapses with a groan over her suitcase. “I’m sure that my clothes are cursed. Everything is mismatched. I can’t find anything. Dad will be lucky if I don’t simply turn up in my hockey puck bikini.”
D’Angelo’s eyes light up at the same time as mine do.
Before either of us can say anything, she holds up her hand.
“Yep, I wore it once because I lost a bet with Neve. Nope, you can’t see me in it now.”
“You didn’t say that we couldn’t see you in it later.” D’Angelo smirks. “Something to look forward to after coach busts my balls.”
I carefully place the mug back on the nightstand.
“We don’t know what the crisis is,” Robyn says. “Maybe Dad has called the whole team in.”
D’Angelo fiddles with his right cufflink three times. “He didn’t. I checked with the rest of the guys in the team chat last night. They say that they don’t know what’s up. Grayson wrote that they’ve only heard good things from the staff. Lucas has connections on the board. He sent me a private message. He said that there is a lot of pressure on the board because the next games are crucial, but at the same time, they’re aschillas they’ve ever been, which isn’t saying much.”
Robyn frowns. “This is about Heine.”
D’Angelo’s lips thin. “It’s about me.”
