Page 37 of Pucking Them
He was holding Shay’s back against his chest, stroking his hair with a gentleness that he normally reserves for Robyn but is using more often with my brother.
D’Angelo’s eyes glinted. “But there is also this thing called the Dom Code. So, you had better watch out, cucciolo.”
Shay shivered.
D’Angelo squeezed Shay’s neck.
Shay calmed, appearing to come back to himself more at the touch. He relaxed further against D’Angelo’s chest. His breathing slowed.
He glanced up at D’Angelo like he was a god.
I stood in the entrance, watching them with an aching in my chest.
Would Robyn look at me like that?
“You’re a dangerous boyfriend, darlin’.” But I knew Shay. He was delighted. “Corrupting my brother.”
D’Angelo smirked. “How do you know thathe’snot the one who is corruptingme?”
Ialmostsmirked back.
Around D’Angelo, I forget how freaky my smile is.
He makes me feel that I could be as human as everybody else.
Robyn wanders to the bookshelves, running her finger along their spines. “It was a massive risk. Shay and you have saved Noah, along with all our asses from Silas. The jerk would have kept holding that photo over us. Someone like that blackmails you for one thing and then something else. It wouldn’t have ended.”
“It ends now.”
Robyn’s smile is dangerous. “I wish that I could be there to see his fucking face when he realizes that he’s been outplayed. I always hated Silas. He only called methe coach’s daughterlike I didn’t exist as my own person, you know? He does the same to Code, calling himthe coach’s son. It was a smart idea for D’Angelo to invite Silas to meet him tonight in Merchant’s Inn on neutral ground.” She laughs. “It truly is neutral, since Neve spends as long sending me pictures of creative uses of hockey sticks on D’Angelo’s ass, as she does watching his games.”
I toss the cushion across the nook, trying to arrange it as invitingly as I can. “How do you think it’s going?”
“Shay and D’Angelo will be back any time. Considering Shay gave up what were meant to be earth-shattering plans with D’Angelo tonight from the string of excited emojis that he kept sending me, there is no way that he’s not going to crush Silas for spoiling them.”
“It better not spoil our date too then.”
Robyn’s expression softens.
She pads across the library to me. “How’s your headache?”
I try to hide the fact that I’m squinting against the light.
Genuine answer?
Splitting my head open like I’m being beaten with a hockey stick.
I don’t tell Robyn that. She has enough shit to worry about.
Instead, I shrug. “Level two.”
She arches her eyebrow like she doesn’t believe me, before crawling into the luxurious nook and then into my open arms.
I drape a velvet blanket around her shoulders to keep her warm. She nestles against my side.
“It’s been a busy day,” Robyn admits, sleepily. “But I got hold of this awesome journalist who is prepared to run an unbiased story about our relationship.”
I frown, pushing a strand of hair out of her face. “You trust her?”
