I’ll tell him Ollie canceled and tear into Kane when I get the chance.
“It won’t change anything,” I say, and he squeezes my hand. He shouldn’t come any closer, but I’m letting him. The way he sighs and how his thumb softly strokes my palm are too addictive.
I thought he was awkward and nervous about stuff like this, but just that little movement says so much.
Dammit, I have to get away from him, but it feels so good and right.
I try to pull my hand back, but he won’t relax his grip.
“Timber,” I say, my voice filled with warning. “Let me go.”
“I don’t want you to go anywhere. Just stay with me, Luke. You don’t have to work for me or anything. But…” He presses hislips together, and the tremor in his hand echoes in mine. “Your heat…”
I suck in a sharp breath, yanking my hand back, pushing at the floor to roll away from him.
How the hell did we get to the stage where this hurt hung in the air around us? Why couldn’t we just go back to where he thought I was a beta and I could flirt with him and get horny without it really meaning anything?
Well, it always meant something. But it didn’t feel like there was anything more waiting for me. I’d just fantasize about him pounding me into oblivion, my body would throb every now and again, and I’d be sorted.
He stands up before I can, his expression dark like the Timber I first met. The tense hockey player who was so pissed off by my presence that I was down to fuck if he wanted to leap for me.
“I’ll send you the details of the game,” he says gruffly, and oh-so-alphy. “I want to see you both there, because we need to have a fucking conversation about this, where you aren’t just running away from me.”
“And if we don’t?” I push back.
“Do you want to see what will happen if you don’t,omega?” he growls.
His version of ‘try me’ is so hot I’m going to melt.
All the pain that built up as soon as he came into the office swirls into pure need as I tilt my head back to look at the mass of muscle that is my alpha.
He avoids one of those long, tense stares that are our thing now, choosing to storm out of the room instead.
The door rattles as it slams behind him, and my heart shudders.
“Fuck,” I gasp as the tension cracks, and I slump in my chair.
Tingles still dance over my skin as I groan.
No matter how much I push him away, there’s seriously no way I’ll ever get over that man.
Kane
“That’s Timber Holtz with his third goal of the game!” the announcer yells out as the music booms and Timber does another victory lap while the crowd goes wild.
He’s absolutely flying across the ice, and pride bursts through me as we sit in the wings, waiting for Coach to put us on. I want to grab Silas and shake him and shout, “That’s my mate! Look atmy mate!” but he’s watching the game intensely. He doesn’t like to be distracted as he tracks the players and clocks their moves.
Timber has a minute left before Coach Miles and Ares swap him out, and I grip onto Axel, a center forward, so I can wobble around him to get to them.
“Put me on,” I say, and Ares arches a brow.
“Silas is the next winger out. And why the fuck would we put you on when we know what you’re like with Timber?”
“I swear we won’t fuck it up. Put us on together.”
“You’ve got one chance,” Miles growls from beside him. “If I see a single mistake, I’ll do everything I can to bench you for the rest of the season, understood?”
“You won’t regret it,” I promise as Miles waves his hand and Paxton, another left forward, skates over to the barrier.
