Page 1 of Pucking Them
CHAPTER ONE
Freedom Mansion
Robyn
“Feed me.”I open my mouth like a baby bird.
The warm May sun plays across my cheeks.
I wrinkle my nose at the sweet scent of roses from the bushes that ring the wooded garden. The gentle breeze tugs at my long, flame-red hair.
I squirm, making my ass more comfortable on the tartan rug, which is laid on the lawn in front of Freedom Mansion. I live here with my three gorgeous lovers, D’Angelo and the Prince twins, Shay and Eden.
The huge, white mansion, which is shuttered with symmetrical columns, is owned by D’Angelo, the wealthy Captain of the Bay Rebels NHL hockey team.
Yet over the last three months since we moved in together it has felt likehome.
Home.
It warms me that I have somewhere I can call that. I haven’t felt like I truly have since I was a kid with my brother, Cody, before Mom died.
I didn’t have anything like a real home either with my neglectful dad, the coach of the Bay Rebels, or with my narcissistic ex, Wilder, a pro hockey player.
I still can’t believe how much my life has changed over this season since I have returned to my small hometown of Freedom.
These three men now hold my heart and soul. And the things that they can do with my body are mind-blowing.
Also, possibly illegal in some countries.
I am dressed in a poppy sun dress, which is one of my favorites. I have toed off my sandals.
My head rests in D’Angelo’s lap. I stare pleadingly at the impossibly gorgeous but coldly dominant man who still hasn’t plopped one of the chocolate strawberries into my mouth.
D’Angelo is dressed in a designer navy suit but has stripped down to his shirtsleeves, which he has rolled back, revealing his strong forearms. He is tall with olive skin. His raven curls fall forward, framing his strong face.
He can’t resist my puppy dog eyes, right?
After all, this relaxed Sunday together is our reward for the Bay Rebels making it to the Conference Finals for the first time.
Next week everything will be decided, one way or another.
If the team wins, then they will be playing in the Stanley Cup Final.
Nobody could have dreamed that the newest team in the league would have a shot at that type of dream.
The press once named this teamthe Losers.
I’m going to help D’Angelo and Shay, the star player, make the press eat their fucking words.
I wish that I was eating a strawberry right now.
D’Angelo’s lips twitch. “Well, take my cock out then.”
My mouth falls even further open in shock. “Huh?”
“That’s right. Open wide for me, principessa.” D’Angelo’s icy blue eyes are twinkling.
I can tell how hard he’s trying not to laugh.
