“How many times have I said we don’t talk about murder, boys?” Coach asks.
“We’re not talking about murder, Coach,” I respond. “We’re talking about dead bodies. Maybe someone dropped them on my lawn, and we’re just taking care of them.”
“As I learned in a meme,” Reno says, “if you bury a body under endangered tropical plants, it’s illegal to dig them up, so no one can find the body under them.”
The plane turns silent as we all shift to look at our assistant coach. He grins and turns his attention back to his tablet.
Well… okay then.
CHAPTER 32
SHIVELY
I’d askedDasan to choose a book for me with the request that I want to read more of the same kind of omegaverse that he’d read to me on Kala. It’s sexy as fuck with all the growling, purring, and knotting. When he told me that all authors write omegaverse to their own tune, I suggested we stick with the same author so I don’t have to learn more rules.
Instead, he gave me a different author because he wanted me to read one of his favorites. I’m readingHe’s So Slickby Sinclair Kelly because there’s a male omega and a female omega involved in the pack. He wants me to read other dynamics, so… I’m game. It’s definitely different than the one he’d been reading me, but I’m a third of the way through the book and entirely enthralled.
I’m sitting at his feet on my cushion as I read. I’m naked, of course—except for my dick collar.
I lean into Dasan’s legs as I read, resting my head on his knees. His hand will occasionally smooth through my hair when he’s not typing on his laptop. We’re eating three sisters soup and cornbread. He bought me a tray for the floor so I can be comfortable with my meals when we don’t eat at the table.
For a minute, I close my eyes and enjoy the warmth that spreads through my chest. I feel fortunate. I’ve spent most ofmy life without relationships because they constantly felt empty. I was unsatisfied with my role and could never find any sort of fulfillment of my needs.
True, I didn’t understand my needs. Only now do I understand that I’m not happy in the prescribed relationship role as designated by my assigned gender. I’m not the caretaker. I’m not the provider. I don’t want to take charge or make all the decisions.
I want to shed the weight that I carry all day when I get home, not be expected to be “the man of the house.”.
I’ve been longing for Dasan to show up in my life and completely turn it right side up. He magically aligned all the pieces that had been out of whack for years, pushed a little further and further off kilter with every relationship I attempted.
That’s just not the kind of man I am. That’s not the kind of man I want to be, either. I want to be the omega to Dasan’s alpha. This is where I thrive.
Dasan’sclackclackclacking makes me blink out of my thoughts, though they linger around me like happy spirits. I listen to the constant rhythm of his keys. He’ll pause for a minute then continue with a rapid succession of clacks.
When his hand moves to my hair, I shift so I can look up at him. His eyes rise from his screen to meet mine, and his smile is sexy as all hell. “Can I ask what you’re typing, Alpha?”
He nods. “I write fanfiction.”
Out of all the things he could have said, that’s not what I was expecting. “You… really?”
He chuckles. “Yep. Before every home game, I sit with my laptop, a bowl of three sisters soup, and a block of cornbread. That’s my pre-game ritual.”
“Oh. What kind of fanfiction do you write?”
“Whatever I’m feeling. I have a bunch started, but recently, I’ve begun a new one—space opera omegaverse.”
My eyebrows jump. “What does that mean?”
Dasan grins. “I’ve dived into my favorite science fiction and am turning it into an omegaverse. So this is science fiction, alternate reality, and omegaverse in one.”
“I didn’t know that was a thing.”
“It might not be, but it is now. So far, my readers are eating it up.”
“People read it?”
He grins. “Yes, they read it. I began on a popular fanfiction site but have since moved to my own website.”
“That’s really cool. You’re an author.”
