“They were trying to put us on an even playing field.”
“They were, but that might hinder our case.”
“Can we refuse to play with the one ref—what’s his name?”
“Matt.”
I scowl.
“And no. But tonight, we can let go of the game. Tomorrow, we’ll see what we see and what to do about it.”
With a frustrated huff, I nod. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lie by omission. No more,” I promise.
Shively nods. “Can I take care of you tonight, Alpha?”
“What do you have in mind?”
He smiles. It’s fucking cute. Shively takes my hand and leads me down the hall, through his bedroom, and into his bathroom. He turns the water on in the shower then faces me. There’s a soft glow from the light behind the mirror. It’s bright enough to see as we move through the space without running into walls and shit without fully illuminating the area. It’s ambience if there ever was any.
“Can I undress you, Alpha?”
I nod.
His hands are slow as they move over me, slowly divesting me of my clothes. He sets them neatly aside. His fingers brush over my exposed skin, almost teasingly, while he does. The touches can almost be convincing as incidental. Of course his fingers are going to brush against me as he takes my clothes off.
By the time I’m naked, my idea of not needing intimacy tonight has long since fled. My cock is hard as I stare hungrily at Shively. Once naked, he takes my hand and leads me into the shower. Instead of washing me, he pulls me down to the tile floor where he guides me into his lap, my back to his chest.
And that’s it. We sit under the warm spray as he holds me close, running his hands over my chest, arms, and neck, and hums quietly. This man is simply… everything.
My eyes close as I let my head fall back and relax into him, handing him the reins to do as he pleases. Tonight, my omega will take care of me.
CHAPTER 22
SHIVELY
I’d liketo say that making a case against an errant referee is straightforward, but it’s not. Reno spent several days assessing the last several games that Matt refereed and pulled them all for misconduct by a ref. He went through some procedure to submit them to whatever union or guild or shit the refs are a part of, and now we wait.
We’ve been told that the ref in question will be notified that a case has been filed against him so that he has time to prepare. According to Reno, he says he only looked at the games from this season, but the ref came into the season already emboldened.
Reno reached out to a couple of the other teams, and their coaches are definitely frustrated as well. Together, they petitioned to keep that ref from any of our games until a verdict is determined. Yesterday, that request was granted.
I’m not sure if that’s a positive outcome or not. I figure one of two things is going to happen. He will be disciplined in whatever form that referees are disciplined, or the guild of refs will say we have no case and dismiss it, which might result in this asshole becoming worse.
Either way, for better or worse, we’ve made a complaint and will see how it goes.
Today is a much-needed day off. I’m not heading into the arena for anything at all. Not even to obsess over Dasan in the weight room. Did I say obsess? I meant drool.
However, he clearly returned home an hour ago since he’s been demanding dick pics. I’m more than happy to give them to him.
I’m not naked, though. I asked outright since it wasn’t clear if that’s what he wanted. My alpha said because I asked, I could be naked or dressed if I chose, but I must be hard so I can send dick pics whenever he wants them.
There’s a distinct shift in me when I’m doing anything concerning Dasan and our relationship. It’s as if an entire weight lifts and I can just let go. Someone is there to take the steering wheel and won’t let us crash. Even when we’re apart, I can still feel that.
Mostly, as long as I’m not at the arena or a hockey-related location or event, I hover somewhere between the Coach Shively that the world knows and Dasan’s omega, Shiv. I’m conscious of the world and know that I need to have some sense of decorum and responsibility, but I’m also notonand have the freedom to let go a little.
Never in my life have the words “dominant” and “submissive” truly taken root in my mind, and certainly not in relation to me and my life. Since beginning this with Dasan, I probably should have looked into it a little more, especially since he expressed feeling unsure a couple weeks ago. He hasn’t brought it up again, but he has talked about our trip from time to time.
As I’m sitting at my kitchen counter, I realize he didn’t ask me if I already had plans for the week off or even if I wanted to go. For some reason, that brings a smile to my face. Maybe that should be concerning, but to me, it feels like he wants to spend time with me. Thatiswhat he said.
