Bram-fucking-Nilsen just kissed me, and I kissed him back, and all I want to do is do it again?
He’s grinning as we take in the stadium at full force after the victory. There’s no time to talk as we skate off the ice and head to the locker room.
Coach is talking, but all I can think about is that fucking kiss, and I tune him out as I sit on the bench and take off my gear.
“Bright and early for game footage. Get some rest tonight,” Coach says before leaving the locker room.
The team is rowdy, and I feel like I’m just running on autopilot trying to get my thoughts together. Bram and I have gotten along great, hell, I moved into his house. Despite that, I didn’t think the door for anything beyond friendship was open.
I thought we were growing this friendship and solidifying a bond as the Alphas of the pack. I’m not even sure how to wrap my head around the idea that he’s interested in me.
Everything between us has been resolved, and I actually like his company. I like his dry humor and how blunt he is about everything. I also love how fiercely protective and thoughtful he can be.
But I never thought those particular feelings were open to me.
I thought they were reserved for Sloane and Ethan. And I was more than okay with that. Honestly, I’m just happy to be here.
These last few months have been hard, but I’ve never felt more like me. Maybe I didn’t even know who I was before, but I found it with these people.
I never really thought I was worth much, and maybe that’s why I thought I deserved Bram’s ire at the beginning of the season. When I look at the man I’ve become, I wonder if in some fucked-up way I needed this other Alpha to show me my potential.
I talk to my mom and brother more; I understand Sloane’s Omega quirks. I’m even helping Ethan in my spare time fix up the diner so his father can sell it and live off of that money for retirement.
Who knew giving could feel so much better than receiving?
I feel fulfilled, and I know Sloane has taken the car accident hard, but I almost wonder if it’s the best thing that ever happened to me.
The team is all dressed and leaving the locker room. I, thankfully, have no post-game interviews, and it seems like Bram doesn’t either.
He’s not even fully dressed, just in his underwear as he stands before me.
“Should we talk about it?” I ask, and he stares down at me.
He fists my shirt, and I stand to his height. Great, it was a fucking fluke.
But then he’s shoving my back against the locker and kissing me even harder than before.
Maybe it’s because I haven’t had sex since the accident, or maybe because it’s Bram kissing me, but my cock is so hard it’s aching.
Bram grabs me from the outside of my underwear, and I groan, grabbing both sides of his head and kissing him harder.
It’s rough, passionate, and fuck do I need more.
“Turn around,” he says, and I pull away from the kiss.
“What?” I stutter, pulling back from the kiss.
“We can use Ahonen’s coconut oil.”
“Wait. You think you’re going to fuck me? Uh. No. I could fuck you,” I say, and Bram rears back like I slapped him.
“You’re not fucking me.”
“Well, you’re not fucking me either.”
There’s a clearing of a throat, and we both turn to see Sloane covering her mouth, trying to contain her laughter.
“It looks like no one is getting fucked,” she jokes and nearly doubles over in laughter.
