“I think that will need to be a new away game tradition,” Alexi says behind me.
“He’s asleep,” Piper says softly.
“Next time, we need a bigger screen. I could barely see your pussy,” Alexi complains, and Piper laughs.
“Be a good boy, and I’ll give you your own private show,” she says. Alexi squeezes me tighter against his chest.
“This won’t be an issue soon,” he says softly. I want to hear the rest of the conversation. The way they talk to each other is so different now. It’s more of a mutual respect and understanding of one another. There isn’t this big display of fighting over dominance.
Maybe it’s being an Omega, but I can’t help but to think I had some part in them figuring out their relationship with each other. It hasn’t been easy, and I still don’t think it will be. But loving them, that has turned out to be the easiest thing I’ve ever done.
CHAPTER33
This series going to game seven isn’t ideal, but at least there is a game seven. We just tied it up at home against the Canes. The only thing standing between us and the Cup is this last game and then one final series.
I hate to admit it, but even I’m feeling the absolute fucking havoc that this season has plagued on my body. Maybe it’s because I’m not just worrying about myself anymore, but either way, I’m fucking tired.
I already knew this season needed to be my last. But now my body is in absolute agreement with my mind.
Piper has been attending all our home games, but she heads home before us so she doesn’t have to wait around for press and us getting dressed again.
We didn’t even change out of our suits, and if Owen didn’t look like he was going to absolutely pass out the moment we cross the threshold, I’d probably make him slip his cock out of those tight navy trousers and let me go down on him.
When I open the door to the house, the first thing that hits me is the scent of something burning.
“What the fuck?” Owen says, looking around. We walk over to the kitchen, and I turn off the oven and pull out a burnt mess. If there wasn’t a box mix for brownies on the counter, I wouldn’t know what the fuck she was supposed to be making.
I fan it and close the oven and look around the room.
“Where is she?”
Owen scrubs his face, and his mouth turns down in a frown. “She… I think she's holding back her feelings down the bond. Can she do that?” he asks, panic showing over his features.
“If anyone’s going to find a way not to share their feelings, it’s going to be Piper.”
I rub my hand down his back, the material of his suit soft. Not even having bonded yet, it’s like his fear is radiating off of him in waves. As we walk down to the hall, I can hear Piper sniffle through the door.
I take a deep breath before opening it. Her laptop is open, and the screen illuminates her face in the dark as she looks up and Owen turns on the light.
“Piper,malyshka,what’s wrong?” I approach her like she’s a wounded animal. I’ve learned the harder I push her, the more she tends to push me back. Owen takes my lead, but I can tell he needs to be near her.
“I-I…” She covers her face and starts sobbing. I take the laptop from her lap and look at what she’s upset about.
A grin spreads over my face. “You fucking got in.”
She wipes her eyes and nods. “I did it.”
“Of course you did. You earned this.” She starts pulling herself together, and Owen takes that as his moment to swoop in and wrap his arms around her and bring her to a lying position on the bed.
She wraps her arms back around him, and it's low at first, but I hear her purr. I hadn’t even heard it when they bonded. But now, as she holds our Omega, she’s finally able to let go as the low rumble shakes through her chest, calming both herself and Owen.
“You burned the brownies,” he mumbles into her neck, and she laughs. It’s loose, and she throws her head back, tear stains down her cheeks, but the smile on her face radiates a happiness I’ve never seen in her.
She grabs Owens face, her fingers tangling in his hair. “I love you.”
“I know,” he smirks, leaning down to give her a kiss. “Just like you know I love you too.”
She nods and wraps her arms back around Owen, holding out an arm for me to join. I was totally wrapped in watching them together, so I wasn’t thinking about me in the slightest.
