“So how quickly can we get that paperwork processed?” Their eyes widen, and they stare at each other in amusement for amoment. It goes on long enough that uncertainty wars within me. “Unless that’s not what you guys want?”
I stare at my toes, the toast suddenly turning to ash in my mouth. As I try to swallow, it gets stuck in my throat, so I reach frantically for a glass of orange juice to help it down.
My instinct to run grabs hold, and I stand abruptly, needing to get away, but Vonn stops me, tucking me into his side. Only the joy coming from his end of the bond has me accepting it. “It’s not that we don’t want you. We just thought we’d have to work harder to get you to agree.” At his words, relief fills me.
Julius slides closer, placing his hands on my knees. “I know I was an ass at the start, but nothing would make me happier than being a pack with you and Asher. Before I met you, I was a complete buffoon, and now I hope to be a better man and a good father.”
Crooking my finger, I press a kiss on Julius’s lips the second he gets within reach, his fresh lemon scent reminding me of all the joy in my life.
“So, we’re really doing this?” I ask when I pull back. They nod eagerly, and we collapse into a giant bear hug.
“I’ll get Mr. Finch on it right away,” Julius promises. Something relaxes within me. I’m finally where I’m supposed to be. With two amazing men.
What could go wrong?
Chapter Forty-One
Julius
“Julius. I need to see you in my office.” Coach Wallace says, coming into the locker room, frowning. Without waiting for any kind of acknowledgment, he turns on his heel, long strides eating up the distance to his makeshift office.
Irritation burns in my chest. I don’t want to get reamed by the damn coach; there’s a FaceTime date with my name on it. Nixie and Vonn are back home handling the big move, while I’m two states away, skating around the ice like it’s supposed to matter.
Me
How’s settling in going? Can’t call yet. Coach wants to talk.
Vonn
Think he’s pissed about my ‘flu’?
Neither of us wanted to leave our omega’s side for this fucking away game, but as team captain, I had to suck it up and come, but Vonn faked being sick. He’s strongly considering retirementafter this year, and I honestly don’t know how to deal with that. It’s a lot to take in because Vonn hasn’t even come close to achieving his potential, and I can’t imagine being on the road constantly with everyone I care about staying in Tennessee. It’s been me and Vonn against the world for as long as I can remember. Though knowing he’s home protecting Nixie and Asher has been the only thing keeping me sane. I have half a mind to jump on a red-eye tonight instead of waiting for the team jet tomorrow afternoon…
Stifling a sigh, I head for his office, shooting off a quick text to my girl first.
Me
Roll around in that nest for me.
My mind conjures the happy image of my sweet omega, legs spread, wild red hair flung every which way, and her arms out giving me permission to enter her nest. Before I left, Nixie was over-the-moon excited to have her first proper nest, and we promised her a trip to a top supply store. I can’t wait to give her every damn thing her heart desires.
No one deserves spoiling more than my firebrand.
Even though Nixie keeps insisting that her heat is still a few weeks away, I think it’s much closer than that. Her scent is driving me absolutely crazy, and while she denies it, my firebrand has been broody as hell. Maybe it’s all the upset, but my Alpha senses are tingling.
Before entering the office, my phone pings. I know I shouldn’t keep Coach waiting, but I tap the notification, eager to see what she’s replied.Fuck. Full simpage achieved.But the vision on the screen is worth the delay. Vonn’s taken a picture of Nixie lounging completely naked in her nest, tempting me like a siren. Her heavy breasts call out for me, and my mouth waters at herlittle pink slit peeking between her legs. My pack brother’s head lies on her thigh, inches away from nirvana.
Why am I here again?Yearning builds within me, and I turn, ready to hail an Uber and race to the airport.
“Julius! Stop lurking outside my damn door and get the fuck in here!” Coach Wallace is cross, which is not unusual for him; I’d best go face the music.
My legs are impossibly heavy as I enter the office.
“What’s up, Coach?” I run my hand through my wet hair, wishing I could swap places with Vonn. That lucky prick.
Coach Wallace’s ice-blue eyes stare me down, his face pinched as though he’s been recently sucking on a lemon. He’s silent, saying nothing to break the stagnant air, and I shift from foot to foot to hide my discomfort. His scrutiny goes on forever before he finally speaks.
“What the hell has been going on with you and Vonn lately?” His jaw clenches and unclenches as he waits for my answer. I’m honestly not sure what he means. Yes, I’ve been late to a few practices, but I’ve also been playing better than ever.
