Page 27 of Pucking Them
“He wants it because he’s run the club into the ground, however, and we’ll be fucked if we don’t. Also, his extra motivation to me, if I don’t lead our team to victory, is to reveal Noah’s…activities…to his family.”
Shay gasps, glancing at Noah. Then his expression softens.
As a sub who has himself been hiding his identity from the press for months until recently, this must hit hard.
“We have to get him to safety,” Shay insists.
“I tried. I’ve offered him a sub house or for him to come and live with us. But he’s not ready. He’s scared of his family, especially because of Silas’ influence in Freedom. He doesn’t want to leave his younger siblings alone with his dad.”
“What should we do about Silas?”
My mouth is dry. “I’ll work it out. You keep your head in the game.”
I don’t like the sly look that crosses Shay’s face. It usually happens during our prank wars.
Last time, he denied that he was planning something, all the way up until I put my helmet on my head and was covered with shaving cream.
“Cucciolo,” I growl in warning.
“Yes, Sir?” Shay answers over enthusiastically, which tells me a face full of shaving cream is in my future.
“I said that I would think of a way to deal with Silas.”
“Be careful. All that glowering at me like a grumpy bear will give you more wrinkles.” Shay’s eyes dance with laughter.
Even if he is poking the bear, I allow it because he’s doing it to distract me from the stress of the nightmare meeting that I’ve just been through.
“More?” I growl. “Are you sure that your ass is okay with the trouble your mouth is getting it into?”
Shay glances significantly downwards. “My ass isn’t okay, but another part of me is more than okay. Traitorous cock. I’m already hard and aching for you.”
My eyes glint wickedly, as I remember my dream of handcuffing Shay to our bed and then edging him, while he cries prettily.
He has no idea the trap that he has just walked into.
And he is going to love it.
I grab Shay by the scruff of the neck, yanking him closer like I’m being a typical hardass captain.
I don’t imagine many hardass captains talk to their star players like this.
Maybe I’m wrong.
“Just imagine how hard and aching you will be,” I murmur, “when I edge you tonight, stroking and teasing you to the brink…one…two…three…four times.Yet each time, you won’t come. You’ll be begging and crying andfucking breaking. But still, we both know that’s what you need. To be shown who owns you.”
Shay lets out a ragged breath on theown. “Fuck, darlin’.”
I watch him carefully.
We can’t be overheard but adding in the risk that someonecouldhear doubles the impact for Shay.
And he falls fast.
I need to make sure that I am still teasing and not pushing him into subspace.
It thrills us both to walk that line.
Shay’s eyelashes flutter. “Bully.”
