Page 28 of Pucking Them
My lips curl. “But a beautiful one.”
Shay chuckles, but his look is suddenly so filled with love that I flush as well. “Hot as the devil, darlin’. Jude,myfallen angel.”
I shove him away, and he turns to lean against the boards next to me like we’ve been doing nothing but talk about Grayson’s drill technique.
How fast Shay is breathing still gives him away.
“Was that what you needed?” He asks.
I glance at him, surprised.
Sometimes, I forget how much time Shay spends trying to please me and that he is as focused on meeting my needs as I am on meeting his.
I’m not used to that.
Hell, I’ve never had a long-term boyfriend. He isn’t the only one.
I straighten my shoulders, feeling more in control than I have since I left the meeting.
I nod.
Shay looks delighted. “See, Shay Prince, here to help and please.”
“You are.” I meet his gaze.
Shay’s smile widens, and he hugs his stick like it’s me.
I tilt my head in question, when Zach skates toward me.
Zach is rugged. His shaggy dark curls flow out of the back of his helmet down his strong shoulders.
Despite being the tallest member of the team, he’s the most likely to be found with his head in a first edition Wolverine comic, which he’ll pretend is porn.
In a locker room with Grayson and Lucas, porn is the less embarrassing option.
“Don’t shoot the messenger.” Zach arches his scarred eyebrow. “But coach says get your asses back to drills. You can flirt or fuck later.”
Shay lets out a startled laugh.
I smirk, saluting Fleet. “He knows me too well.”
Fleet’s firm dom face would send most men to their knees, but I’m not most men.
Shay, on the other hand, nervously clears his throat. “We better do what he says, yeah? I don’t want to disappoint coach. I’ve been trying to show him I’m working for this.”
“Everyone knows that, Prince,” Zach replies. “You outperform the rest of us put together.”
Shay looks surprised, before he smiles brightly.
Zach’s expression clouds, however, when he glances at the woman who is still pinning Noah to the glass. Then he looks away hurriedly.
Interesting.
“Do you know her?” I ask, casually.
“That’s Dr. Olivia FitzGerald,” Zach spits back with a venom that I’ve never heard from him before.
“A fan of doctors, I see. Do you have a needle phobia?” I study the way that Noah is looking down at the floor.
