Both Milton and Korbin waste no time pulling me into their arms and kissing me. Making the grand display to the men on their team that I’m theirs and they’re fucking proud of me.
Lincoln opens the bag and hands out the subs, chips, and drinks to us.
Milton takes a seat in the chair beside me and leans over, kissing me again before signing as he speaks, “You spoil us.”
And you love it,I sign back. I’m not sure how much they’ll understand the rest of what I’m going to say, so I use my voice as well. I’ve been wanting to get over my fear of speaking in public, and what better time than now? “How long do you have to eat?”
“About thirty minutes. Then we have practice for another hour or so,” Korbin speaks this time, before taking a bite of his tuna and banana pepper sandwich.
My eyes focus on how he’s sitting in the row of seats in front of me. His huge body is turned sideways in the seat with one leg stretched out on the floor in front of him and the other bent up over the armrest and placed in the seat beside him.
“Are you comfortable?” I question him.
He smiles, winks, and finishes chewing the food in his mouth, then reaches down to where he has a drink on the floor and takes a swallow.
“Nope,” he says, looking back at me. “But I want to make sure you can see my face. We only have a little bit of time, so it’s okay. I’ll survive. You can take care of me later.”
My heart flutters, and the butterflies in my stomach do flips of delight. There’s nothing I want more than to take care of him later.
Korbin and Milton spend more time eating than talking, but they never take their eyes off me. My eyes drift over to the otherside of the rink, and I see their coach talking to a woman, both of them glaring my way.
“Who is that?” I ask, trying to point without being obvious.
Korbin turns, looking in the direction I just gestured. But Milton beats him to the answer.
“That's our dick of a coach and Marilyn. She’s the matchmaker they thought was going to match us to some prissy omega.” Milton doesn’t even try to be discreet before he’s waving at them like a lunatic, then blows them a kiss.
“Stop,” I say, nearly dropping my sandwich I’ve barely eaten to cover his hand with mine and pull it down.
“Why?” he asks, brow raised in confusion.
“Because you’re going to get in trouble. Or worse, fired. And unless you’re keeping it a secret, you haven’t been traded to another team yet.”
Both Milton and Korbin shrug their shoulders, and Lincoln taps me on my leg. I turn to face him, his hands already moving as he signs and speaks.
“We’d never keep anything from you. That lesson was learned the hard way when we didn’t tell you about the meeting with her.” Then he kisses me gently on the cheek.
Contentment takes over.
“Eat,”Korbin signs, and I catch the other two nodding in my periphery.
Picking up my sandwich, I start to eat, as my omega instincts suddenly fear they'll be worried about me being hungry. The rest of the time is filled with us eating, no talking or signing. It’s not needed. Just being with the three of them is all I need. When we’re all done, we start cleaning up, putting the trash back in the bag.
My eyes drift to Milton when I feel him moving beside me.
“I gotta get back,” Milton says regretfully when he sees me looking at him. “The goalie coach is waving for me. But I wantto thank you for lunch and say how incredible you look today.” He pulls me up and wraps his arms around me the best he can with his gear on. I lean my head back so that he has access to my mouth, and he kisses me deeply before taking off back to the ice.
Korbin lingers, but he’s always been one to stand off to the side and watch. Observing what’s going on.
“I’ve got a minute before I have to get back. Can I walk you out and talk to you alone for a minute?”
I nod enthusiastically.
“I’m going to toss the trash. I’ll meet you at the exit doors,” Lincoln tells me before gathering everything and walking away.
The rink hums around us as he guides me down the steps. I take one final look over at Milton, who is standing with an older man, the coach I assume, and another player.
We step out the doors, and he grips my hand tighter, pulling me down the hallway. I can’t help but laugh when I see him checking doors to see if they’re open.
