Page 104 of Slick Handling

Mick is going over all these things he found on his phone using a search tool. Going on and on about Omega’s in pre-heat and what to do for her.

He’s also ignored the several texts in the group chat and the two calls from Apollo.

The Beta may be good at planning and trying to fix things, but he is shit at telling a lie. He won’t be able to keep his mouth shut about how Clover is in pre-heat. Which will freak out the lead Alpha and have him home on the next plane or driving overnight at breakneck speeds to get home to her.

It’s kind of cute how much he cares.

“So we just have to touch her a lot, make sure she is eating and drinking, and just be super attentive to her?” Vaughn asks, like he is double checking his class notes.

Gold star for him.

This all seems like stuff we do everyday with her so I don’t get the big deal.

Mick is scanning his phone confirming that is what it says.

“She might need to come.” We’re all quiet at this. Mick wants to wait for Apollo to touch her. They can kiss and stuff. Making her come is something that he isn’t going to be able to do without his partner.

It makes sense since they do have an established relationship. They will love her individually as well as a pair.

Vaughn and I can make the Omega come. We shouldn’t have any problem having her squirming and soaked from all the orgasms we can give her. We’ve already made her come a couple times. It might be fun to do it together.

“No sex until this passes. We want to make sure she can consent and we can talk about her actual upcoming heat.” Vaughn has some of his logic back.

Of course it’s about things I want to ignore, but I can’t win them all.

My phone rings with Apollo’s name coming up again. We’re going to have to answer him or he’s going to have a meltdown and show up. There is only so much ignoring will do before he decides that we all died in a carbon monoxide leak in the house and comes home to check on us.

Can’t risk having dad get mad at us.

“I’m answering it.”

“Don’t!” Mick dives at me too late. I’m already swiping the accept call button.

“Hey man, what’s up?”

“Don’t you fucking hey man me! I’ve been calling and texting you three and haven’t got a hi, hello, or a go fuck myself. What is going on?”

Well. He’s mad.

Saw that one coming from a mile away.

“Oh, we had a game tonight. Kind of hard to text when we’re skating. Don’t think the coach would like that.” I have no problem pissing him off. “It actually went really well and-”

“Is Clover with you? I’ve texted her and tried to FaceTime. She hasn’t answered. Does that mean she’s with you and her phone just died?”

My eyes meet Vaughn as we pull up to the house.

Operation pacify Apollo needed to commence. It’s my job to talk him off whatever ledge he has himself on.

“She rode home with your Mama. We’re pulling up now. Why don’t I have her reach out to you? She wore Vaughn’s jersey tonight. Looked hot as fuck.” I hear the growl of his annoyance and know it’s working.

Clover did look hot as fuck.

Would have looked even hotter if she was wearing my jersey. Just my jersey as she stared at me from her knees.

Can’t let myself think like that.

“If I find out something is going on and you all aren’t telling me I’m going to kill you. Do you understand that Griffin? Are you willing to risk your life to lie to me?”

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