Page 91 of Triple Pucked
Eden’s expression is unreadable. He is still good at silently staying in the shadows.
Too good.
I finally relax my hold on Shay’s balls, and Shay takes a relieved breath. His cock hasn’t softened at all.
“You’re invited too, Eden.” I wish that I had made it explicit before now. “Everything at the club is just as open to you.”
Eden shakes his head. “Too many people. Too noisy. I’m sorry.”
“You never need to apologize for something not suiting your needs.” Robyn rushes to loop her arms around Eden’s waist and rest her head on his chest. “I don’t cope with Michael’s Murder Mystery and Wine evenings with Code, Shay, and you. My boredom limits are crossed.”
Eden scrunches up his nose. “It’s hard to play with only one victim and two suspects. But Mike makes the corpse realistic with pretend blood.”
“It’s Mike’s medical talk that murdersme. He tries to work it all out from autopsy reports. He should work for the cops.”
“He’s the Dr. Watson to my Sherlock Holmes,” Eden says with a straight face, nodding his chin at his brother. “And Shay’s Moriarty.”
“Why do I get the feeling that you’re insulting me?” Shay demands.
“Because I am.”
I slide my hand to Shay’s neck. “The important thing about tonight is that we won. Don’t forget that means we’ve earned a reward.”
Robyn’s expression becomes troubled. “One loss, one win. Four games to play. The bet with Heine was to win four out of six. You can’t lose more than one of the remaining games. If you do, then we lose Shay, and Wilder will come back into our lives.”
Wilder.
Instantly, the joy dies from the faces of everyone in the room. The atmosphere becomes tense.
I hate to see how pale the twins have become, while Robyn is clasping Eden as tightly as she can.
I won’t wait a moment longer for the reward. We’ve all earned it.
Plus, Shay and Eden need their minds taking off Shay being sent away, while Robyn needs distracting from the the fear of her ex trading places with Shay on the team.
I do as well.
Wilder made my life hell, when I was in the same college hockey team as him. Even though I know that this time, I’ll be the captain and not Wilder, which means that logically he won’t be able to bully and haze me like he did back then, it’s hard to overcome the remembered trauma.
Neither your body nor your mind forgets every blow of a wooden coat hanger to the balls or how away games meant being trapped on a bus as a punching bag for your teammates to take out their frustration when your side lost.
“Now, now,” I chide, letting go of Shay and stepping away to the foot of the sweeping staircase, “why are you talking about an asshole like that, when we could be spending the rest of the night being rewarded with earth-shattering pleasure?”
“I’m tired,” Robyn protests. “It’s been a long week and…”
I slip a pack of cards out of my pocket casually without looking at Robyn. Then I fan out the cards with all the skill that I learned from Garcia in our long nights together in On the Rocks (and I suspect that Garcia learned in shady bars playing poker).
“Too tired to play the deck of pucking…?” I give her a temping look from underneath my long lashes. “Shame. Night then. Sleep well, cara mia.”
Robyn opens and shuts her mouth.
Then she hurriedly says, “I’m wide awake all of a sudden.”
“Really? I don’t want to keep you up.”
“Yep.” Robyn breaks away from Eden and jumps up and down in a star jump. “See? I could run a marathon.”
She’s already clutching her side just from the single star jump.
