Page 83 of Triple Pucked
I bristle hearing him call my boyfriendsir.
I know that’s not fair; he’s simply being respectful.
But I can be possessive too, right?
After all, D’Angelo is into blonds. And this perfect, good sub is exactly the type that D’Angelo deserves.
D’Angelo appears to notice my discomfort, glancing at me. “Everyone, this is Shay and Robyn. And this is Cassian.”
“Cas please, sir,” Cassian whispers.
Cassian glances nervously at Kay, but she only strokes his hair.
“Good boy,” Kay praises, although her voice is laced with steel. “And he…” She points at the gorgeous man, who has been standing at parade rest behind her without once looking anywhere but straight ahead, “…is Everett.”
Everett’s stillness is bloody impressive.
He is like a statue.
It wouldn’t matter how I was trained, I wouldn’t be able to manage that.
I stare at him.
Everett appears to be younger than Kay but is still older than Cassian. He is athletically built with beautiful, large honey eyes and long, straight white hair to his waist.
He’s remarkable looking.
I am also bloody jealous of his outfit: leather trousers, boots, and leather coat that sweeps to the floor.
Perhaps, I should buy a coat like that.
But then, I notice the thick, leather collar around his neck.
And I’m even more fascinated and jealous.
“Hey,” Robyn says.
“Hi,” Cassian replies, shyly. “I’m happy to meet you. I’ve been looking forward to knowing more people here in Freedom.”
“You’re new here too…?” I ask, brightening.
He nods, and his kitten ear flops forward. “I’ve only been here a year.”
“My Kitten finds it hard to make new friends.” Kay smooths Cassian’s ear back.
“So, what do you think? Have they passed the formal interview?” D’Angelo asks.
“Of course they have. Now, sit down and stop looming, D’Angelo. I’ve spent an entire morning working on supplies and spreadsheets. I know that you’re committed to offering free education classes for both doms and subs but you can throw money at it. I’m the one who has to do the planning. Ty wants todo a class on tying knots next week, and I feel like I’m the one who is tied in knots. I already feel like spanking someone.”
Everett stiffens but he doesn’t move.
D’Angelo hurriedly sits on the stool opposite Kay, dragging Robyn around the waist to pull her onto his lap.
“Comfy, cara mia?” He murmurs.
“Perfect.” Robyn wriggles happily, until D’Angelo loops his arm around her to keep her still. “Feed me.”
Fleet chuckles, sprawling in an armchair with his leg over the arm. “Axel is going to be delighted that he’s not the only brat running around here and causing mayhem anymore.”
