Hanging up, I blow out a breath and check the video feed. Koen tosses the sketch book to the side and his hand rubs his cock as his head drops back on the pillow with a hiss. The triangle of his pelvis dips under his boxers, and then he’s pushing them down to expose his dick.
My jaw drops in shock as I have a perfect view of his thick, curved shaft.
I need to give Fishman a huge tip for putting that camera where he did.
“Is that a piercing?” Rhodes breathes, leaning forward to see better.
There’s actually several that appear to go up in a ladder under his shaft. My mouth waters as I imagine what he’d taste like and Rhodes groans beside me.
“Why isn’t there audio on this thing,” I grumble, watching as his slick pushes out of the slit of Koen’s shaft. The video is crisp and I decide to make sure that I ask Fishman to reverse all ownership to these video feeds to me. I don’t want anyone else to see my omega like this.
Koen’s fist drags his slick down his cock to lubricate it better, and his lips part as he begins to pant.
“Think he’s thinking of us?” Rhodes growls, making me gasp.
“Fuck, I hope so,” I say. “We’re going to be late if we don’t leave soon.”
Neither one of us moves as Koen drags the fingers on his opposite hand through his slick before he pushes them into his asshole. His boxers are kicked off about the same time, and we have a great view of him finger fucking and stretching his tight hole.
“Fuck,” Rhodes whimpers. “I’m not sure if I should thank the baby Jesus or the cute little devil who likes to sit on my shoulder. Come on, baby. Add another finger. You know you need it. Stretch that hole for Daddy.”
I bite my lip as Koen’s mouth goes slack as he does exactly as Rhodes begs. His breaths come faster as he fucks his hand, his fingers pushing deep into his ass to hit his prostate. Watching him fall apart on the video is so goddamned hot, even if it is fiercely forbidden.
It’s not every day that an omega has his apartment wired for video, but fuck me for not also asking for sound too. Koen’s headdrops back as his feet dig into the cushions of the couch and he spills all over his abs.
“What I wouldn’t give to clean him up,” Rhodes says dreamily. His scent is so strong right now, and my eyes cross as all I can smell is pineapples.
Fuck, we’re gonna be so late. Swallowing hard, I close the laptop and shoot Fishman a text to remove himself from the feed. He’s not a pervert, even if he does have very loose morals. I would beat the fuck out of him if he saw Koen in such a vulnerable state.
This belongs to Rhodes and me only.
“Ugh, my dick hurts,” I groan, standing. “Up and at ‘em, baby. We have a house to explore. I want to put an offer in if we like it.”
That gets Rhodes moving with a grin, and I’m glad we’re already dressed. Ready or not, we’re making moves to make you ours, little omega.
CHAPTER FIVE
RHODES
Forcing my body to relax into the physical therapist’s hands, I wince as he helps my shoulder release its tension. I’ve been sleeping like shit lately, and it would figure that my body would rebel for things done off the ice.
“Better?” Bobby asks as I blow out a breath.
“Yeah, it is. Thank you. I think it’s time to move to get a better bed sooner rather than later,” I groan, standing.
I’m wearing a towel and nothing else because I was headed to the showers to get ready for drinks after the game tonight when Bobby noticed that I was rubbing my shoulder.
“You’re at the hotel right? Those beds aren’t great to sleep on long term,” he says, wincing. “How is the house hunt going?”
It’s not a secret that Skylar and I have been looking for a place to buy. The four bedroom Tracey found us is perfect, and we’re already working on the paperwork together.
There’s so much fucking red tape to cut through even though we’re paying cash for the property, but I know it’ll be worth it.
“We found a place,” I confirm. “Now, we’re just waiting to close next week. It’ll be so nice to move into a permanent place with a decent mattress. Thanks for helping me. I really appreciate it.”
“It’s my job,” Bobby says, grinning. His eyes are already moving over the players as I head into the locker area and drop my towel.
The team owner hasn’t spared any money on taking care of his players. We’re well taken care of as far as exercise machines, cool down areas, great assistant coaches, and good people. So far, I’m happy with our choice to change teams.
