Grumbling to myself like the sour patch kid that I am, I crawl out of my nest, because I know better than to stand up. Rhodes almost brained himself when he showed me the room, which is a testament to how low the ceiling really is here.
The house is quiet as I walk through the hallway, and I realize how late it is. Padding down the stairs with silent feet, I hear voices in the kitchen. Ugh, I can smell food too and I’m starving.
“Koen, did you get everything?” Rhodes asks, poking his head out the doorway.
I have no idea how he knows I’m there, and for a split second, I have to keep myself from looking around for hidden cameras. That’s insane. There’s no way they’d have those in their own house.
Ugh, I need to chill. My hunger is clearly making me paranoid.
“I did. Have you checked your bank statement yet?” I ask, my lips twisting into an amused expression.
“It’s just money. I’m not worried about it,” he says simply. “Are you hungry?”
My stomach chooses to make an embarrassing noise, and Rhodes chuckles.
“I should warn you that I felt your stomach’s twisting hunger pains. I thought it was mine at first, but they didn’t go away when I ate. I now have a hanger radar on you, and I’m not mad about it,” he says.
“That’s…so odd,” I breathe. “I haven’t looked enough into how bonds work.”
“Everyone is different, so it’s kind of subjective,” Rhodes explains, pulling me into the kitchen.
Skylar is wearing an apron around his waist and nothing else and my mouth begins to water for something other than food. It’s a black suggestion of a piece of clothing covering his naked body, and there’s writing on it.
Leaning closer, I see it says:Never spare the brat, fuck them with the consequence of your dick instead.
“No cock for you,” Rhodes growls, pushing me into a seat. “Eat.”
“What about cock?” Skylar asks, smirking as he turns around and flashes his ass at me.
He fills a bowl with the chicken, rice, and vegetables on the stovetop, and then hands it to me where I can’t stop staring at him from the island.
“I… Why are you naked in an apron?” I ask wide eyed.
“My dick is sore,” Skylar says with a shrug. “Rhodes is fine because his panties are silk or soft as fuck. So, I’m letting my cock and knot air out.”
“You know what, it’s my fault for asking,” I mumble.
Rhodes finds me a fork, loads it up with food, and forces me to take a bite.
“Eat. Now,” he grunts. “Phantom hunger pains are trippy and it hurts.”
“Oops,” I say around my food as I chew.
“I thought he was going to eat the entire kitchen trying to get his stomach to shut up,” Skylar says, leaning on the counter as he watches me.
“Aren’t you going to eat?” I ask.
“Already did,” he replies. “How did shopping go?”
“I may have gone overboard,” I admit, my eyes threatening to roll back at how good the food tastes. Ugh, I skipped every meal possible today. “I think it’s going to be amazing. I wanted to know why you have a random hidden nest in your house though.”
“It came with the house,” Skylar says. “We’re the typical hockey players in that we travel light. You’ll notice we don’t have much furniture because we want you to help pick it out with us. We rented whatever was in our apartment in Los Angeles since being traded can happen at any time.”
“We knew you were ours at the charity event in Los Angeles,” Rhodes rumbles. “We’ve been all in for a while. We’re waiting for you to catch up to be perfectly honest. So we bought the house for you, our time table just moved up when your apartment flooded.”
“Wow,” I breathe. “So there’s not a secret family hidden somewhere? You two seem way too perfect to be true.”
“No secret family,” Skylar snorts. “How do you feel about kids?”
