“Oh,” he growls, kissing me until I’m breathing hard. “Don’t go easy on me, baby. Make it hurt.”
I’m both turned on and wildly amused. Is that normal?
27
MILES
Caelia is up in the stands with Santo for this game, which helps me to worry less about her. My full attention is on the team for the good, the bad, and the ugly. It’s our first game back from our break, and I’m grinning as the last buzzer sounds.
“Great job guys!” I call out. We won by a landslide. “Phillips, how’s your shoulder?”
“Sore, but not as bad as it could be. The fuckers decided I was their favorite to slam into tonight,” Levon grumbles.
“It’s because you’re pretty,” Julius teases him. “Defense was a little slack, Coach.”
A few of the defensemen’s shoulders slump, because Julius is right. We still have work to do.
“They know,” I confirm, sighing. “I’ll address it at practice.”
The players nod as they pull on their protective gear over the blades of their skates and trudge out to the locker room. Walking out, I begin to search for Caelia, relaxing slightly as I see her leaning against the wall waiting for me. Her pass is hanging fromher neck, and she’s trying to make herself look small to stay out of the way.
“Hey,” I greet her, my hand wrapping around the back of her neck to pull her toward me for a quick kiss. “I promise I won’t be long, okay? Santo is going to drive home with Levon. He took some hard knocks today.”
“I saw,” she says, biting her lip as she pulls away. Her hands move over my suit, smoothing out the shoulders. “I have some thoughts about that.”
“Good. I’d be stupid not to pick your brain,” I reply. “What?”
Her eyes are wide, her pupils slightly blown out. “I didn’t think it would be as sexy as it is for you to say that.”
Fuck. I can smell her, though it’s not as strong in her scent dampening panties. She insisted on wearing them, and now I understand why. My omega seems to get very turned on by hockey and her alphas.
“Baby, if I haven’t shown you yet how sexy I think your brain is, I clearly am not doing my job,” I chuckle darkly. Pressing my lips against the shell of her ear, I add, “I plan to go over tonight’s game with a fine tooth comb for your opinions while your other alphas eat you out until you scream. And then I’m going to fuck you into the mattress.”
“Coach?”
For the love of Caelia’s tits, Marilyn.I swear, she finds the worst moments to pop out. My girl’s cheeks burn as she draws back, making me chuckle.
“Yes, Marilyn?” I ask, turning so that I’m able to shield Caelia from her. I don’t know how much Marilyn heard.
“I need you to do a quick voice clip for the newspaper,” she explains. While we won, they usually want to hear from the players, which suits me just fine. “Don’t be surprised if they ask you a few questions about your pack as well.”
“Marilyn, shouldn’t you be fielding those questions?” I growl. I know full well that Santo had to put a group of women in their place when they were rude to Caelia. I would have done the same.
“I would, but it's your pack,” Marilyn says sweetly, shrugging.
“I refuse to be nice,” I reply, watching as she pales. “Don’t push me. If someone wants to make a player’s sexuality a question instead of focusing on the game, I will verbally spank them.”
“Sometimes that’s what is necessary,” she decides, swallowing hard. “There’s too much of bi-erasure bullshit in this sport.”
“So it would be better if Levon was gay?” Caelia asks behind me softly.
Pulling her around so that she no longer seems to be hiding, I shake my head.
“The media knows that Levon isn’t gay, they’re just stirring shit up to force him to make a statement,” I explain. “The press doesn’t need to know that Levon was never really interested in men before Santo. I think pansexual might be a better term, but labels can get tricky.”
“So you don’t think it’s any of their business,” Caelia realizes.
“Correct,” I say. “Asking me to explain someone else’s relationships is asking for a bad day.”
