Page 9 of Triple Pucked
“That’s an excellent hand.” He sighs. “Or itwouldbe if I didn’t have a royal flush.”
My eyes widen, as D’Angelo slams down each card with the precision of an assassin’s gunshot.
Asshole.
“Strip.” D’Angelo’s eyes glitter with dominance.
Shay bounds to his feet eagerly, pulling me with him.
Then he whispers mischievously into my ear, “Follow my lead, love. They only win this, if they catch us.”
He drops to his knees, lifting my foot and pulling off my sock by agonizingly slow degrees.
He kisses the arch of my foot and up to my ankle.
My skin tingles. Heat floods through me.
When Shay looks up at me through his butterfly lashes, my core throbs. I remember the phantom feel of his tongue, which licks down my pussy, teasing my clit to a mind-blowing orgasm almost every morning.
By his knowing look, he knows what I’m thinking about.
By the way that his cock twitches, he’s thinking about it too.
Shay leans forward and then tormentingly by degrees, pulls down my panties with his teeth.
I struggle to stand still, clenching and unclenching my hands at my sides.
Shay’s golden hair tumbles over his eyes. But he’s as focused on his job as he is when he’s scoring a goal.
It’s overwhelming.
I look over Shay’s head and meet his twin’s gaze.
Eden is intently watching every flicker of my expressions, as if he is trying to memorize them.
Finally, Shay eases off my panties, and I step out of them. I pet his hair in thanks. He leans into my touch.
“Good boy,” I murmur.
And he fucking melts.
Shay leans against my bare thigh, curling an arm around me with his eyes shut like kneeling at my feet is his favorite place in the world. His breaths are slow and steady. His plush lips press one final kiss to my thigh.
But then, his eyes snap open, and when he looks up at me, I just know that he’s going to say something reckless. “Run.”
He scrambles to his feet and snatches me by the hand. Then he turns and pulls me on a naked streak through the forest.
“Shay Prince,” D’Angelo roars, as if his full name has some sort of power over him.
It doesn’t.
Behind me, I hear Eden dragging on his shoe and stalking to his feet.
My heartbeat spikes.
I grimace, as sharp twigs dig into my bare soles. “Ow, ow, ow.”
“Come and get us, grumpy wolf,” Shay calls over his shoulder, almost slamming straight into a tree.
