Page 84 of Triple Pucked
Kay picks up a marshmallow and throws it to D’Angelo, who catches it.
“Thanks.” D’Angelo handfeeds the marshmallow to Robyn.
I watch the way that Robyn’s pink tongue licks out around his thumb.
I hug my arms around myself, unsure whether I should just take a seat.
What are the rules?
Robyn is acting no differently to how she normally would. Cassian is being pampered.
But then, Everett isn’t even allowed to move.
“Where is Axel?” D’Angelo asks.
“My toy is teaching a dance class,” Kay replies, unable to hide the pride in her tone, no matter how cool she is acting. “He works hard.”
“You have been with this place as well.”
“I’ve had to. The secret investigations that you keep sending Garcia on have kept him busier than normal. Not that he would divulge what they were about, even under quite literally torture. The problem with that is he enjoys it.”
D’Angelo grins. “Garcia is impossible to break. It makes him the perfect partner in crime.” When Kay’s eyes flash, he hurriedly adds, “Not that I’ve been doing anything criminal?—”
“He has been trying to protect us.” I take a step between them. My hands ball into fists. “You don’t know the shit that we’ve gone through and?—
“Anger management issues like he has on the ice.” Kay’s voice is as sharp as a whip. I flinch. “Training could help.”
Training?
I pale.
Instantly, I’m flooded with memories of Blythe.
Kay is the first female dom who I have allowed myself to be close to since Blythe. It’s not fair to Kay. But I can’t help my reaction.
It’s visceral. Painful. Unexpected.
Every time that I was tied, gagged, and blindfolded in the name of training.
Everybad boyhissed into my ear in the name of training.
Every crack of the belt in the name of training.
Before I can reply, Everett moves for the first time, although I sense that he’s not meant to.
His amber gaze slides to mine, and he subtly shakes his head.
It startles me enough to slow my panicked breathing.
“Mistress, permission to speak.” Everett’s voice is steady, calm, and cultured.
He has to ask even for permission to speak? How strict is Kay?
Dread churns in my guts.
Is Kay another Blythe?
“Permission granted.” Kay kisses Cassian’s cheek, petting him.
