“Apparently I bought one box of no boil noodles, but the rest you were supposed to boil. Who knew.”
“Pho?” Owen asks with a smile.
“That sounds perfect,” she says back, and I shake my head, wondering if this is the domestic pack bliss everyone talks about.
* * *
Both Owen and myself are completely exhausted after practice. We’re working hard to clinch a spot in the Atlantic division. It’s going to be tight between us and a few other teams, but it’s possible. The Bruins all but have the top spot right now, the Red Wings and the Lightning are going to be our biggest competition. It’s going to be hard getting that conference title, but fuck do I want it.
This season started off with me wanting to go out with a bang and end on top, but now it’s turned more into giving Owen his dream and starting my pack. I can finally start to see the end of the tunnel. Leaving hockey isn’t an option, but leaving the current level I’m at is an absolute must.
The drive home is tense. With Owen’s new meds, by the end of the day his scent gets stronger. We’ve been smart about how we time things, but also make sure that he’s being safe. My dick doesn’t get this memo, however. I want to grab the Omega by his arm and hurl him onto my lap, but with how tired he looks, I can’t possibly do that to him.
Not to mention our house is under an unspoken celibacy pact right now. My fist has never seen so much action in my life. I’ve been wanting to throw an idea out to the both of them, but I’m not sure how they would take it. The last time I did anything sexual was that night that Owen came over here in distress. I haven’t touched Piper in weeks, and I’ve been craving it.
I was being honest when I said that them being scent matches doesn’t bother me. I don’t feel less than. Currently, I’m their solution. Neither of them will go into a pheromone filled spiral over me. Is it bad I want my roommates to use me to their content?
“Is Piper home?” he asks.
“Yeah, she should be. I think she got off around three, but she might be sleeping.”
“I…” he trails off and shakes his head.
“What?”
He sighs. “Can I sleep in your room tonight?”
“You can have whatever you want,” I tell him.
He rolls his eyes but smiles and gets out of the car. When we enter the house, there are already salads waiting for us. Piper sits at the table and smiles when we enter. Her smile quickly falters, and I can tell she’s scenting Owen.
I’m drawn to Owen, I want him constantly, but I know the draw for Piper is even more intense. If I’m patient, then she’s in a whole other class of her own.
I look over at Owen, and his pupils are blown to hell.
“Fuck, I’ll go to my room,” Piper says, grabbing her salad and getting up like she’s ready to leave.
“Wait,” I say, and they both stop what they’re doing and look at me. “What… what if I was the buffer for you two?”
“What?” Owen says.
“You’ve both been struggling. I mean, my right wrist is tired, so I can only imagine how you two feel.”
“We shouldn’t risk it,” Piper says, the logical one in the pack.
“What if there were things in place to tone down some of the risk?” I say, and Piper puts her salad down.
“Like what?” That’s what I thought. If she thinks we haven’t heard the buzzing coming from her room in the middle of the night, she’s delusional.
“I can touch one of you while the other watches.”
“Touch Piper,” Owen nearly shouts, interrupting the end of my sentence.
“What?” she questions him.
“There’s too much risk in how we interact. Dr. Horngale basically said that if we give in, my heat will start. But if we don’t touch, kiss, if I don’t taste you…” His throat bobs, and he licks his lips like he’s thinking about it. And now I’m thinking about it too, and my cock is hard and ready in my pants. “Then we should be fine. I feel guilty that I’m the reason everyone is holding out. It’s not fair to you or Alexi.”
“No, absolutely not. You’re not blaming yourself. We all made a choice. Season is over in a few weeks.” I arch an eyebrow at her, and she shakes her head. “Okay, best case or worst case scenario, a few months. I truly can’t decide if I want you all to make it to the Cup or not.” I appreciate her honesty and shake my head.
