Page 6 of Pucking Them
“Turn them into memes?”
D’Angelo pulls a face. “The less I think about what Grayson and Lucas do in their spare time, the better I sleep at night.”
“I’d sleep better if…” I catch my breath, as D’Angelo rubs lower down my clothed pussy; the sensation of the lace dragging along my folds, sparks pleasure through me. I rock harderagainst him. How can he look so cool and in control?Unfair.“…if the team you didn’t need to beat this week wasn’t the Pittsburgh Penguins. My ex-husband’s team may want to take revenge for having their captain suspended.”
D’Angelo’s expression hardens. “Wilder deserved it. He abused you, me, and other players on the ice. He bullied and blackmailed multiple players behind the scenes. If they want to come for me because I exposed them, then let them. I won’t let it stop the Bay Rebels from taking this chance.”
When D’Angelo rubs his thumb hard over my clit, I come — fast and hard and shockingly unexpected.
I burrow my head on his shoulder, biting on his shirt to smother my shout.
“Good girl.” D’Angelo smooths his free hand over my hair. “You were perfect. So beautiful for me.”
Breathing hard, coming down from the high, I smile.
Then I glance down at D’Angelo’s tented trousers. “Do you want me to…?”
He shakes his head, still stroking my hair. “I just wanted to put on a performance for the twins.”
I blush, peeking at Shay and Eden, who have stopped playing, the soccer ball forgotten between them.
They are staring at me like I am their goddess and they’ve just missed out on worshiping me.
“Keep playing,” D’Angelo calls over to the twins. “You’re talented. Maybe I will watch that Chelsea match with you this week.”
Shay’s face lights up. “I knew that I could convert you to the beautiful game, darlin’. Theonly truefootball. Chelsea are the best bloody team.”
Excitedly, he boots the ball past Eden.
I know how much Chelsea mean to Shay as a team. He told us about it over lunch, which Eden cooked with Shay supposedlyhelping, although that mostly consisted of slicing his thumb open on the potato peeler, spilling the gravy, and cracking an entire jar of English mustard over the floor.
D’Angelo had taken over an hour cleaning the kitchen, which had been disaster zone.
“All my mates were Chelsea supporters,” Shay said, while enthusiastically cutting into his Yorkshire puddings. “Shit, these are as good as Mum’s, Dee.” Eden glowed with pride. “It was important at school who you supported. Tribal. Mum and Dad couldn’t give us pocket money, but I loved looking at my mate’s trading cards. The other kids would be taken by their parents to watch the matches. But the tickets were too expensive for ours to afford. I’d love to watch my team play in their stadium one day.”
“How about I take you, whenyoutake me home to show me around Guildford?” D’Angelo offered, casually.
Shay dropped his knife with a clank onto his plate; gravy splashed onto the table, and D’Angelo tried not to flinch. “You’d be interested in visiting my hometown? It’s nothing special.”
“Everything is special about you to me, cucciolo.”
Now, D’Angelo groans. “See? It’s happened. I’m converted. And he’s calling itfootball.”
“I guess we better get used to it.”
“We had,” D’Angelo says softly, as if to himself, “since I designed this to be our forever home.”
Forever home?
I freeze.
I want that so fucking much. In my heart, I already feel that Freedom Mansion is my Forever Home.
D’Angelo waited a decade for me, after I married Wilder. This is our second chance. He has never loved another woman…and he never will.
Without thinking, I turn my head and capture his lips. I put every thought of love, hurt, and yearning into the kiss.Immediately, D’Angelo opens his lips, dominating it. He slides his fingers into my hair, holding me in place. I moan at the delicious tug on my scalp.
Then D’Angelo’s tongue entwines with mine, and we are joined, eternally.
