Page 110 of Slick Handling

I snap a picture of me. I am wearing one of his hoodies, my blonde hair down and framing my face in the natural curls that are still slightly wet after my shower.

Instead of replying I see a FaceTime request ringing and swipe at the phone to answer.

“Cherub, how are you my darling?” His voice is rough from sleep and his face is shadowed. Obviously he still is in bed at whatever hotel they had been at last night.

Mister One purrs as he jumps up, batting at the phone and knocking it from where I had propped it up.

I scoop the cat up and set the phone back up. Snuggling Sir Purrington to my chest and giving him a kiss I smile at Apollo.

He hates the cat, but he would never say that to me because he knows how much I love him.

“I miss you. Are you still coming home tomorrow?”

“Yeah, cherub. I miss you so much too. Maybe we can convince the boys to let you come on the next trip with me.” I would love to travel. I think I’d miss everyone else though. I don’t tell Apollo that, though. “Are you wearing my hoodie?” I nod my head in confirmation, leaning in to sip my water. “What a good Omega you are. Is everyone still asleep?” I nod again at his question.

“They’re all in my nest.” My eyes flick to the clock and realize it’s still pretty early in the morning.

The others won’t have to go to a pregame skate until around 3PM. Since they like to be at the rink early to stretch and get ready for their game. Mama Joy will be here by then along with Mother Martha and Apollo’s dads.

For a moment I wish Gracie had come along with them. She had been very nice to me when I needed it the most. I wonder if I could be friends with her. I’m learning that I’m not great at knowing who is a real friend.

“In your nest? What am I missing out on?” His voice feels like silk and I shiver, kissing Captain One on the head before setting him down to go eat the food I had set out for him.

“Nothing. We just cuddled last night. Griffin decided that they couldn’t do more. He just held me and we had a group cuddle together. He said we could talk about doing more tonight. He wants my consent before he touches me. He’s talked a lot about consent with me before we touch each other.” I ramble on and watch the way Apollo shifts in bed at what I'm saying to him.

I wish I was in bed with him. Maybe in bed under him.

Taking a bite of my toast I pout.

“Maybe I should fly out after the game this afternoon. I could probably be home before the game starts.” He must see something on my face because he nods his head, “I’ll be there with you, okay cherub?”

Should I tell him I’m not going to the game?

Yes.

I want to make sure that I don’t lie to my Alpha’s. Most of my life people left me out of conversations. I didn’t know what was going on and it made me feel lost. It’s why now I have a hard time with some stuff.

My quiet must throw him off.

“Are you tired, Clover? Why don’t you go back to your nest? I bet they will all be wanting to curl up with you. I know I would.” I smile at Apollo, feeling better talking to him.

Last night I had missed him. Getting this connection feels good. Even if it’s just through a screen.

“Do you mind if I lay in your bed, Alpha? I miss you and want to scent you.” He makes a sound in the back of his throat and my thighs clench together. Slick gushes from me and my underwear can barely contain it

“Please, bring the phone with you cherub. I want to lay with you if you’re in my bed.” I nod my head, cleaning up my mess in the kitchen as best as I can, “Bring your water, Omega.”

Alphas and their bossiness.

I take the tumbler up the stairs, pausing outside my room for a moment. I can hear Griffin’s soft snores and the way that Mick breathes. Vaughn is scratching his chest because he is a bit restless in his sleep.

For a second, I want to join them.

Instead, I choose my time with Apollo over the cuddles I would get. They take a pregame nap and I can always sneak in for a snuggle then.

Climbing into Apollo’s bed, I set the phone down facing me as I move things around. I like to be covered usually, but I’m still running a bit hot. I wiggle around and he can see that I’m getting frustrated.

“What’s wrong, Clover?” This is where I need to be honest with him.

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