But we still had a problem. Which is mainly that Timber kicked us out of bed this morning because he got pissy with me.
It really took a while to get used to living with them both. Kane automatically invited himself to Timber’s house and sort of never left. He formally registered us as a pack like he’d been angling for from the start as well, which generated a ton of buzz.
So many Scorpions have packed up with each other this season that fans are even placing bets on who’ll end up with whom.
As far as Marilyn is aware, ‘Luke’ still works for Timber, and ‘Ollie’ has been released from the hospital. The guys said she was satisfied because they had packed up and their games have improved, and I was just going to leave it there. There’s no need to poke a sleeping bear, after all.
I scan the ice, hoping to see them, but the players aren’t out yet.
My brows stay furrowed because I don’t like fighting with Timber, but I’m pretty sure we’d make up later.
“What’s wrong? You’ve looked like that since we met up,” Noa asks as she nudges my shoulder.
I sigh, blowing air out of the side of my mouth. I guess I have to confess after all…
“It’s nothing much. Timber’s just annoyed because I said ‘initiating docking sequence’ and made spaceship noises as I sat on his face this morning.”
I try to keep a straight face, but Noa sparkles, and we both burst out laughing. We’re holding each other as we giggle until a voice cuts through us.
“Well, hello there,” someone says in front of us, and we look up.
Two alphas block the way to our seats, and both of them have their eyes fixed on Noa.
“You look like you could use a tasty snack,” one of them says. “Have you eaten anything big and hard recently? Because we’ve something on the menu that’s right up your alley.”
A snarl rips from me before he even has a chance to grab his dick and leer at her.
I fling my arm around Noa, pulling her tight to my chest. “Back the fuck off unless you want to walk out of here with no balls.”
My rage beats off me, because how dare they? We were just here minding our own business, and they have no fucking right to go anywhere near Noa.
“You really want to go?” I ask, lifting my fist. “I don’t give a shit who sees us. I’m happy to take you on.” I’ve let Timber influence me way too much, but it’s so sexy when he gets into fights, especially when he goes after Kane during games for old time’s sake.
“It’s up to you if you want to get filmed having the shit kicked out of you.”
Their expressions fall as I growl at them again.
“Hey, we’re just joking around. We thought you wanted some fun.”
“And how would you know that?” I snarl. “You want to know what fun is? Beating the crap out of two weak-ass alphas who can’t even fucking—”
“Ollie,” Noa says urgently, tugging on the front of my shirt. “There are lots of people watching. Can we just go to our seats?”
I’m growling with every breath, and I suddenly realize I’m squeezing her too tightly. Okay, maybe I went into my Timber persona a littletoohard there.
“Move out of our way,” I bite out as I grab Noa’s hand and walk straight toward them.
They both scowl at us as they step aside, and I hope they aren’t sitting next to us, because that would be awkward as hell.
“You didn’t need to get so angry,” Noa says as we leave them behind. Her brow furrows, and guilt slams into me. I realize I’ve scared her again.
“I’m sorry,” I say, quickly pulling her into a hug. “I didn’t mean to lose it like that. I just hate it when people treat you grossly.”
“I could have handled it myself as well,” she says as she eases out of my hug.
“But then I don’t get to act like a spitting alleycat. And you know those guys deserved a kick in the balls.”
“Who are we kicking in the balls?” Luke pops up behind me with an excited voice. He must have hobbled over on his crutches.
