“On a scale of one to ten, how sore are you after three days of sex?” he asks.
“One,” she admits. “It’s been a few days, and I think my body enjoys your knots too much to be out of commission for long.”
“Good to know,” I rumble, enjoying the way she shivers. “I think our experiment is a success. I propose lunch and then afternoon fucking before practice. All in favor?”
Caelia’s laughter as Levon yells in agreement will never get old.
CAELIA
I’m up in the stands today with a sketch book and a pencil, leaning into Levon’s suggestion as they practice. I have my earbuds in to listen to music as I watch them, my hand moving over the paper like we’re old friends.
The Scented Scorpions is made up of great players who know they’re talented. This is true of most Knotty Pucker teams, but my dad trains the ego out of his players. They rise and fall together.
Due to this, the Scorpions make dumb fucking mistakes. Rolling my eyes, I glance down at my sketch pad to find that I’ve been drawing Levon in full hockey gear. God, this alpha is beautiful.
His hair sticks out a little from under his helmet, his eyes are mischievous and calculating, and just looking at it makes me shiver with want.
Nope.I will not get turned on over a drawing in the practice hockey rink. Absolutely not.
Turning the page to a blank sheet of paper, I sigh, thoroughly exasperated at how much I adore my alphas. It’s like they stole my heart when I wasn’t looking, but I don’t mind.
A shrill whistle breaks through my music and I pull out my earbud to hear what’s going on.
“Again!” Miles calls out.
I watch as he has them run sprints, and I take note of the ones that may be slower due to some kind of injury.
“Caelia,” Santo says gently, pulling my attention to him as he sits beside me.
“Hey,” I smile, leaning against him for a moment. My alpha wraps his arm around me to keep me there, and I refuse to move.
“See anything interesting?” he teases me.
“I do, but it’s not my place to comment on it,” I say.
“Woah, I wasn’t expecting you to say that. Your place is with me, which means I want you to spill all the tea,” he says, making me grin.
Santo enjoys gossip, and I love it.
“I was just noticing how in certain drills, a few players are favoring their body, and it’s affecting performance,” I explain carefully.
“Well, since this is my forte, tell me everything,” Santo says enthusiastically.
So I do, and make myself a note to censor myself less around my alphas.
“Damn, girl,” he grins, having stolen a sheet of my sketch pad to take notes. “Friedrick is an asshole, but you have a knack forfinding out the issues in a team and dissecting them. Don't get me wrong, I think it’s incredible.”
“My dad was always sitting next to me at practices to ask for my advice,” I say, blushing. “He said that a fresh pair of eyes was worth a thousand tired ones.”
“He’s right,” Santo says, nodding. “I have Miles’ keys to take you to lunch. He left them with me in case one of us got hungry since we all came together.”
“Let me guess, you're hungry?” I ask. I am too, and I readily pack up my things into my bag.
“Starved,” he confirms. “I’ll text him so he won’t worry.”
As I stand, Miles turns as if he can feel me. I twirl my finger in the air to tell him that I’m leaving and his gaze flicks to Santo before he nods. He even goes as far to point two fingers to his eyes and then back to Santo.
Snorting, Santo nods in his direction, watching as Miles turns back to the ice.
