Page 13 of Pucking Them
Is Shay going to score?
Shay boots the ball powerfully, bending it into the back corner of the net.
And he scores.
Despite the pleasure thrilling through me, I cheer and whoop.
D’Angelo chuckles into my ear.
Shay glances over his shoulder at me with a delighted grin, before he backflips in victory.
Wow, impressive.
I become even wetter.
I know that D’Angelo can feel it.
“Good game, bro.” Shay holds his hand out to his brother.
Eden shakes it, before his dark gaze settles on me.
Then the brothers nudge each other’s shoulders, before prowling across the lawn toward me.
Oh, shit.
Now, I truly do feel like prey, and that is one hundred percent one of my kinks.
D’Angelo gently pulls back from me, before pushing me into Shay’s arms. “Your prize.”
“Hey, love.” Shay smiles. “What a pretty trophy.”
He kisses me, out of breath and excited.
I kiss him back passionately as a reward.
He did work hard, after all.
“I feel like we should be holding you up,” Shay teases.
“Is that how you plan to worship me? Just hold me above your head in victory? Not that I’m yukking your yum…”
“Do trophies talk?” D’Angelo drawls.
“This one does.”
Shay’s gray eyes crinkle with laughter. He raises an eyebrow at Eden, and they communicate in the telepathic way that the two of them are so good at.
I let out a thrilled breath, as the twins each wrap an arm around me, before hoisting me up into the air.
“I wish that we could show you off like this in the arena.” Shay looks up at me, admiringly.
I blush.
“Lay her down on the rug,” Eden orders.
Gently, they lower me, before pushing me together onto my back on the rug. Having their coordinated efforts directed at me is overwhelming in the best way, while D’Angelo simply watches with crossed arms.
D’Angelo’s hard cock is tenting his pants. He is a voyeur, after all.
