“Then I guess it’s a good thing you’re not alone,” Rhodes grunts. “I think we have some work to do during the off season. It’ll be the best time to start fundraising for it.”
“Are you serious?” Koen asks, wide eyed.
“Ah, yeah,” I reply. “Of course. The three of us know the importance of having community around us growing up. I think it’s a great way to give back. We’ll do some research on the best way to attack this and make it happen.”
“We’re not here for decoration,” Rhodes reminds Koen as I park the car. “If you want to do something, then we’re doing it together. I mean, unless we’re overcrowding you.”
As we get out of the car, Koen shakes his head as Princess barks. She’s awake, and is not a fan of the cold after the warmth of the car. I think we may leave her home today while we go tubing. We won’t be gone for more than an hour.
Rhodes can feed her, tire her out, and then leave her napping. Otherwise, she’ll hate her life in the snow. She’s still a baby.
“You’re not doing that,” Koen says, snuggling Princess in his arms as we walk toward the front door. “I appreciate the support. I’m used to doing things alone, which means I tend to forget that I’m not anymore.”
“Damn straight,” I grunt, walking inside. “We’re too possessive to let you go easily.”
“I’ve noticed,” he says under his breath.
No, baby, I really don’t think you do. I also hope you never do. It might scare the fuck out of you.
One week later
“Outdoor hockey, in a snowstorm,”Rhodes breathes, shuddering.
“Suck it up, goalie,” Koen barks, making me snicker. “Do I need to pull in the backup? It’s just a little snow.”
Rhodes’ hand is around his throat before I can wince, and he’s shoving him into the wall before he kisses him in a way that has Koen writhing against the wall.
“My cup isn’t going to fit if you keep doing that,” Olsson complains.
“Rhodes,” I laugh, shaking my head. “He was kidding. He’s not going to bench you. You can fuck the brat out of him later.”
“Waiting sucks,” Rhodes mutters, letting Koen go.
Our poor omega’s eyes are slightly dilated as he shakes his head, trying to come back down from the high of kissing Rhodes. I can understand why, because he’s fucking intense.
“You good?” I chuckle, finishing up.
“Yeah,” he breathes. “Remind me not to fuck around unless I’m willing to find out.”
“That’ll never happen,” Richards snorts. “You’re the goddamned tattooed Viking! You live for fucking shit up.”
“Well that’s true,” I reply.
“Hey, ladies! Are we ready?” Coach asks, walking into the locker room.
Over the last week, they created a hockey rink outside for our game. We’ve had three away games, and we actually found a really good travel puppy sitter. She’s in college taking hybrid courses, which means her schedule is very flexible.
She was approved by Edna first and then my pack and I interviewed her. I had Fishman get a small camera to put on Princess’ collar so I can see how they are together, and it has video and sound.
So far, Evelyn has been working out very well.
“It would figure that Fishman would get tickets to this game,” Rhodes breathes as we walk out of the locker room.
Visibility is going to be a bitch today, but what are you going to do? For what it’s worth, it was supposed to be beautiful and actually sunny this afternoon. A cold front fucked all that up, and this game is to be played snow or shining skies.
“He can freeze his knot off,” I chuckle. “I’m not the one who made this part of his payment.”
Koen is walking ahead and can’t hear me, but I’m still careful to keep my voice low. I don’t want him to ask too many questions about Fishman, because the answers will be dodgy as fuck.
