So, I’m going for a different approach. We have two days before we leave for the away games, and I want to see her again so badly I feel like I’m going insane. Timber is my pipeline to her; I just can’t work out how.
Timber and I were on top form today. We only shoved each other over in practice twice, and we were shouted at once, which is amazing for us.
But we need to talk, and I’m getting impatient.
I’ve been hanging around waiting for Timber to come out of the showers, and, after a stream of guys rushing in and out, he still hasn’t finished.
The door to the shower room creaks as I step inside, and steam billows around me. My bare feet don’t make a sound on the tiled floor, and it’s only when I get halfway through the room that I find him.
I kind of make it a rule not to be around Timber naked because he’s way too hot.
Especially when I see him from behind and the way his huge shoulders clench together, running down the length of his spineto his tight ass, which I know from experience is hard to get my hands around. Unless it’s changed in the years since I cupped it.
Timber is standing over the bench, which runs through the center of the room. It’s where we usually chuck our bags, clothes, sprays, and lotions before we shower. He’s already wearing pants that are struggling to contain his beefy thighs, but he’s topless. He’s just standing there, staring at his shirt.
“Hey, baby,” I hum, moving closer. His muscles are just asking to be licked.
He reacts like I’ve caught him committing a crime, whipping the shirt behind his back.
“What are you doing here?” he asks.
“You mean I’m not allowed to come to the team shower room?”
“I mean that you’ve already had a shower, so you can fuck off.”
“I love it when you talk like that. I’m all cute and fresh and clean, but I don’t mind getting dirty again if you want to mess me up.”
His glower turns into the scowl I love.
“I want to talk to you about something, so I was waiting for you to miraculously appear. But it looks like you’re too wrapped up in that shirt you’re hiding behind your back.”
“Just make it quick. I want to get home,” he bites out.
“Because Luke is waiting for you?”
He pauses, and the way his jaw shifts makes me sure I’m spot on.
I twist my lips as I nervously rub the back of my head. I’ve been rehearsing this since I said goodbye to her at the hospital, and I still don’t know how to say it properly.
“I just want to tell you I’ve met my scent match. My omega,” I say with a fond chuckle as I remember how she moaned when I called her that. “It’s like fate or something. I met her after myfavorite fight a few weeks ago, you know, the one where you were on top grinding on my cock? Then everything became perfect.”
“Why the hell are you telling me this? Did you think I’d be happy for you or something?” he growls.
“I’m not looking for some kind of congratulations; I just want you to meet her.” I need to see them standing together to relax and stop spinning with anxiety that they might not click.
“I’m not interested in anything to do with your life.”
“What if it’s about yours?”
His brow furrows as his glare becomes deeper.
“I know I joked about it, but what about forming a pack with me? You don’t even have to like her. But it would get Marilyn off our backs, at least. Or, we could even pretend to be a pack and—”
“Out of every single alpha in the world I could be in a pack with, why would it be you?”
Pain stabs through me as my heart drops because it’s obvious what he’s talking about.
“I just want to make it up to you,” I say softly. And if that means introducing him to Ollie, then all the better.
