Page 5 of Pucking Them
“And now we’re watching soccer.”
I snuggle closer to D’Angelo.
I enjoy the dance of Eden’s muscles, as he tackles Shay. His mouth tightens, however, and he squints against the light.
Is Eden hiding his pain? Should he stop playing?
D’Angelo stiffens. “We should check with your brother whether Eden needs more physiotherapy sessions or to see the hospital consultant again.”
“I’ll call Cody,” I agree. “Have you noticed that Shay is holding back?”
“I thought that was just him tackling like an accident-prone puppy.” D’Angelo huffs a laugh. “He goes for goals more dramatically than when he’s begging to be allowed to come.”
True.
I snort, turning to watch the match again.
Eden has managed to get hold of the ball. He’s handling it like a bomb that’s going to detonate at any moment.
Shay easily takes it from his brother with a grin, dribbling toward the net.
He plays with the ball with the joy of a tease. He flirts with the ball with light touches, seducing it toward a second goal.
Shay cheers, casting a furtive glance at D’Angelo and me to check that we saw.
I politely clap.
“You know that he’s putting on a show for us, principessa.” D’Angelo rests his hand high on my thigh. His fingers splay just short of where I want them to be. My skin tingles. “Shall we put on a show for them?”
“Uh-huh.” I arch my back, as he slides his fingers under my dress and rubs lightly — cruelly lightly — over my clothed crotch.
I can’t help grinding against him, rocking my hips.
“Keep watching the match, principessa.” He pinches me through the lace, and I gasp. “They’re playing hard for your attention.”
“Yours as well,Sir.”
TheSiris weaponized because I know how much it will affect D’Angelo.
How hard it will make him.
I feel his smile, as well as the silky brush of his curls against my cheek, as his fingers start their maddening circling motions again.
“They always want that.”Damn D’Angelo’s smugness.
He’s right though.
Shay and Eden are shooting us looks, trying to work out precisely what is going on.
“It’s good for Shay to get out the energy after how challenging the games were this week in the Second Round of the playoffs,” D’Angelo says casually like his hand isn’t under my skirt. “It was mentally and physically tough. Although, the whole team pulled together under Ty. He’s the perfect Assistant Coach. He doesn’t bully to achieve results.”
“And now, we’re only one round away from reaching the Stanley Cup Final.” Excitement wells through me, but also, fear. I am breathing fast and trying to control it. My cheeks are flushed. “We needed this weekend together, away from the hard work and pressure. Next week is going to be a?—”
“Nightmare?” D’Angelo drawls.
“I was going to say athrilling opportunity. Your team motivational speeches must be inspiring.”
“They are. Zach records them to work out to, Atlas probably listens to them every morning as soon as he wakes up, while Grayson and Lucas?—”
