My release hits me so hard, I drop back into the mattress, yelling as I use Beckham’s boxers to contain my ropes of cum.
“Holy…damn,” I gasp, breathing hard. I made sure to angle my cock forward so that I wouldn’t get cum all over my shirt, and I use the soft fabric of the boxers to clean up with.
Hope you like my little present.
Getting up, I drop Beckham’s boxers where I found them, and fix my pants. Something makes me move faster, an itch along my neck that tells me that time is about to run out. Pulling on my riding jacket, I also pick up the invite to the party, despite taking a photo of it.
I don’t want to be turned away if I need the physical copy of it. I know I’ll have to run this by my father, but I’ll worry about that when I’m on my bike on the way home.
Pulling open the door to the hallway, I glance out and hear Beckham’s deep voice as he walks.
“Dad.” He groans, turning his back to me as he pinches the bridge of his nose.
Taking the opportunity to make a run for it, I cross my fingers that the door across the hall is unlocked. Thankfully, the door opens easily, and I slide into the open space, making sure to leave it slightly ajar so I can continue to listen to Beckham.
Every word, the cadence of his voice, I memorize it all so that I can remember it later. I have it bad, and I don’t care.
“No, I promise.” Beckham sighs. “I’ll be by the house to get dressed for the party. I know how important it is.”
Taking in my surroundings, I see that I’m in the maintenance hallway, and I’m also alone. It’s sterile, quiet, and perfect for snooping on my omega.
Leaning toward the crack in the door, I continue to listen to his rich, deep voice that sounds completely wrecked. It’s clear that he’s not sleeping well, and probably drinking too much too.
“Dad,” Beckham complains. “I’ve memorized every important person that I’m supposed to talk to at this thing. I’m not going to embarrass you.”
Jabbing his key card across the scanner, he pushes open the door before stiffening.
My work is done here. Allowing the door to fully close, I push my hands into my pockets as I walk out of the hotel, using the service entrance to keep from being seen. I’m even whistling under my breath as I get back to my bike.
I wait until I’m on the road, headed to my pack house before I use the Bluetooth in my helmet to call my dad.
“Tate, what kind of shit are you getting up to?”He growls.
The invite is safely hidden away in a compartment of my bike, making my lips twitch at how well my father knows me.
“Not a damn thing, but I did find where my omega has hidden himself. Dad, he’s going to a party tomorrow night at Edgar’s house. Is this something I’m allowed to crash?” I ask.
Dad is silent for a moment before he grunts, “It’s a business thing for the mafia families to get better acquainted. I’m supposed to attend, but I suppose your pack could go with me. You’ll need to dress the part, Tatum.”
“I have suits.” I chuckle as I turn at a green light. I have tunnel vision, and my every thought is going to be about the party and seeing my omega.
“Don’t make me regret this.” He grumbles.
“Dad, something is wrong with him. I can’t prove it, but Beckham is scared of something. Since you know that we would never hurt him, I need to find out what it is. The party will help me figure out who is responsible for hurting him.”
“Well, if that’s true, then I can’t say I don’t feel bad for that person. They’ll deserve whatever is coming for them,” Dad says. “Play the long game, son. Don’t show your cards too soon.”
“You got it,” I promise, pulling into the driveway. “I’m just getting home. I’ll talk to you later?”
“Yeah. Listen, let’s cool it on the fights, Tatum. You’re scaring the other fighters,” he says.
“Then they should probably have better trainers.” I chuckle. “Bye, Dad.”
Disconnecting the call as he snorts, I put away the bike and my helmet before walking up the walkway and letting myself into my home.
“Hello!” I call out, closing the door behind me.
“About damn time.” Jamie grumbles. “Alaric made me wait to eat dinner. You’re lucky the pizza isn’t cold.”
