I snort. It was more than dumb luck.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
Frowning, I step out from under the water and pull the curtain back a little to meet his eyes. “Yeah, man. Why aren’t you convinced?”
Felton stares at me and shakes his head. “I don’t know. You feel… off.”
Yep, apparently my mojo is showing, and it’s not in a good way. “I’m just tired, Fel, and this game blew.”
He nods.
“Get in the shower beside mine, and we’ll talk through the wall like we’re kids.”
As I was expecting, a big smile splits his face. “Okay.”
I watch him dip into the stall beside mine and close my curtain. His water turns on just before I step back under mine.
“Can you hear me?” Felton calls.
Before I answer, Marion does. “Yes. Hear you.”
Felton laughs. “Not you, boo. My shower neighbor.”
Marion snorts. “I can be neighbor. We will talk.”
“Okay, cool. Dasan, Marion is joining the chat.”
“Noted. Thanks.”
We spend the next several minutes talking about nothing over the water, and honestly, it helps ease my tension. By thetime we head back to the cubbies to get dressed, we’re not the only three feeling a little lighter.
Felton has that effect on people. He’s such a boisterous personality that you not only feel it when he’s down, like a punch to the gut, but you can also feel his good energy seep into your body. As if he gives off radio waves, but they’re the good kinds.
His good mood carries us through the bus ride to the hotel, and I keep it even as I get off on Shively’s floor. I’m sure he’s not here yet since I left him in the lobby.
However, the silence of the hall seeps in, and with it comes the quiet frustration to once more simmer beneath my skin. I’m not only frustrated with my own performance tonight but ours as a team. I’m glad I’m not a coach. Watching my team work their asses off and still not do what they're supposed to would be too much for me. I couldn't handle that frustration without losing my shit.
It’s not long that I’m sitting in the chair in the dark of the hotel room with nothing but the bathroom light on when I hear the door beep and open. It closes almost silently, followed by the snap of the lock and the pull out of the extra security stopper.
Shively comes around the corner. He’s silent as he strips down until he’s completely naked. His tall, lean frame walks across the room, being swallowed by shadows, to grab a pillow from the bed. He drops it on the floor in front of me and gets to his knees, his hands behind his back, his eyes rising to meet mine.
“Beautiful,” I murmur. “Such a beautiful omega.”
He sighs, and I can visibly see his shoulders relax.
“Rough night,” I say. “Wasn’t it?”
Shively nods. “My team was trapped in their heads, Alpha.”
“And some of us made some stupid, amateur mistakes like forgetting where our damn stick is.”
The corner of his mouth rises. “It happens.”
I sigh. “Come here and take my clothes off.”
Shively gets to his feet. I don’t make his work easy, and he gives me a dubious look when I don’t readily help him get my pants off. Eventually, he manages to get me naked and retakes his position on his knees.
“Suckle my dick. I need to feel you on me.”
