“Clean up on Aisle Omega,” he murmurs, moving his cock away until it presses against Koen’s cheek.
Holding our omega’s mouth, Rhodes spits a long string of fluid into it. Following it down, he fuses his mouth to Koen’s in a messy kiss that has my own scent thickening in desire. I don’t think my cock will ever go soft between the two of them.
I keep fumbling the buttons on my shirt as I watch them, and Rhodes licks the tip of Koen’s nose just to be an ass.
“You’re such a gorgeous mess,” he murmurs. “You still need a copy of the keys to the house, don’t you?”
“I don’t live there,” Koen says immediately.
“You do until at least the end of the season,” I interject, my fingers a little more sure as I finish fixing my shirt.
My suit jacket is next, and I smirk as I enjoy Koen on his knees.
“Coach said he’d fine you if you move out,” Rhodes adds.
He didn’t actually say that, but Coach Weightman believes one of his star players is in danger, so he’ll back up Rhodes’ words if necessary. I still side eye him for lying, even if it’s necessary.
“You may as well stop fighting it,” I say, watching as Rhodes puts his keychain with the house keys into Koen’s pocket. “Fate and the team are shipping us.”
Grabbing a new towel, I clean up Koen’s face as he glares at me, but all I can do is grin happily.
Two easy tugs release the knots that are keeping Koen as my slutty captive, and I pretend to walk leisurely toward the exit. In reality, I’m almost running because my sour patch kid could blow up for forcing him to submit.
“You’re not fooling anyone,” Koen yells as I hit the button for the vents to move the air in the room.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say under my breath as I leave the locker room.
My tie is draped around my neck sloppily because I didn’t have time to fix it, and I’m glad I had the forethought to put my shoes on after I put my pants on. Ugh, Koen has me wrapped around his finger, he just doesn’t realize it yet.
“That was interesting,” Rhodes says softly as we walk.
“Fuck, there’s Edna,” I sigh. Smiling at her as we walk closer, I silently beg the universe for her to continue walking past us.
Unfortunately, she doesn’t.
“Oh good! You’re still here,” she says happily. “I know you’re ready to go home, but I wanted to make a suggestion about your image.”
“Whose?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at Rhodes. “It better be mine because Rhodes is perfect.”
Rhodes’ big emotions to the team’s questions about his corset and women’s panties are still following me. No one better have shit to say about it.
“It is yours,” Edna reassures me quickly. “The goalie is always perfect.”
Damn skippy he is.
“I was actually thinking that you and Koen could do a little volunteering together. Bruisers on the ice, but sweet off,” she continues. “We can get some photos of you playing with puppies and cats, and then the following week you can offer skating lessons with kids.”
“I mean, I’d do that anyway,” I say with a shrug. “It’s really not a hardship. Is it, Koen?”
The omega is trying to walk past us quickly, but I’m not letting him go that easily. He also needs to hear it directly from Edna or he won’t believe it. I need to spend lots of time with him so I can convince him that we’re good together.
“What?” Koen asks, nearly tripping over his feet in his hurry to leave.
“I want you to do some volunteer work with Skylar,” Edna patiently explains. “You have some time in your schedule on Thursday. I was thinking we can get some good press for you to show you’re not as scary as you come off.”
“I’m not scary. Why does everyone say that?” he complains.
Edna simply shrugs, smothering a smile. “I have no idea. I’ll send you the information of where to go and when to your email. Great game tonight!”
