Page 59 of Knot Only His

“I’ve known Oliver since college. We played hockey together before I switched to physio.” My fingers work carefully along her lower back. “I’ve been looking after this team’s aches and pains ever since.”

“And Parker?”

“He was already a player here when Oliver and I turned up. And the man is just as stubborn about taking care of himself now as he was then.” I adjust the sheet to maintain her modesty. “Though Jagger’s helped with that. Kid’s got him wrapped around his little finger.”

“I can see why.” Her voice is warm with affection. “He’s got this way of making you feel...I don’t know. Special, I guess.”

I nod, though she can’t see it. “That’s Jagger for you. Pure heart, zero filter.”

Before I can respond, there’s a tap at the door. It opens.

“Just a minute,” I tell Harlow as I open the curtain and walk to the door.

Oliver swings open the door and steps into the room. His presence brings an unexpected rush of energy that interrupts our intimate exchange.

I whisper to him that Harlow’s on the table. He slips past me, opens the curtain, and says. “Hi, Harlow. How are you?”

She smiles at him. “I’m better now that I’ve had Asher’s hands on me… I mean his touch…” She swallows, staring at me. “You know what I mean.”

Oliver chuckles, flashing his trademark grin before settling next to Harlow with a casual ease and says, “I remember seeingyou at a game. When we played the Bears. And I caught you rubbing your tits at the game.”

“Did you really just blurt that out?” I hiss.

Oliver flicks his hand in dismissal.

Chapter 15

Oliver

“Oh my God. How embarrassing.” She laughs. “I have a piercing and it always gets cold during games.”

I can’t help but laugh at her piercing comment. Most women would be embarrassed, but not Harlow. She owns it completely.

“Well, that’s one way to keep warm during games,” I say, looking at her creamy skin.

Colton always boasted at how outgoing and sometimes unfiltered Harlow was, but honestly, I never expected her to be so honest.

“You should see what I do when it’s freezing.” Her fingers grip the sheet.

Asher clears his throat. “Harlow, put your clothes back on. You have two alphas in theroom.”

“Oh shit.” She lifts the sheet higher up her body. “I forgot I was naked.”

“If you were an omega, we wouldn’t be able to control ourselves,” I tease, catching Asher’s eye.

He curls his finger abruptly, then gestures for me to get up.

“Good job I’m not then.”

“We’ll wait outside while you get ready, Harlow,” Asher tells her.

“Okay, thanks.”

I stride to him. He virtually pulls me to the other side of the curtain.

“What the fuck!” he mouths.

I shrug my shoulders. “She needs to own her shit.”

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