Page 50 of Slick Handling

“Let's go, V.”

I’m on my skates, walking down the tunnel without thinking. My skates hit the ice. The clear, crisp sound of blades dragging through ice. Snow piles left in the wake as we skate in a circle to warm up our legs.

On the third lap, Griffin falls to his knees to start stretching out his body. His eyes lifting up to look in the stands as his hips dip towards the ice. It’s less stretching today and more…thrusting. Slow thrusts down, his pelvis grinding into the ice before he comes back up.

One of his hands shakes off his glove. The pink of his tongue darting out to lick the tip of his thumb before he presses it back to the ice, making small circles with his thumb, and continues his…fucking?

What the hell is going on?

My eyes lift to the crowd, scanning to see what bunny got his attention. Instead I see Apollo with his arms around the Omega. Her body buried against him, with her mitten clad hangs hugging her cheeks.

She’s here.

She didn’t give up on us. She came to a hockey game. She came for us?

Someone leans in and my eyes are razor sharp as I see Marcus, the Omega who is courting two of my teammates leaning in to say something to her.

From the way Apollo glares at him, it couldn’t have been appropriate. Yet, he gets a smile from Clover. Her head coming out from where it’s buried in Apollo.

“That Omega wants her. Friends my ass.” Griffin is standing up. His gloves back on and his eyes narrowed to where I’m standing.

“She didn’t leave?” He shakes his head, nudging me with his shoulder.

“No. She didn’t leave.” The way he says it is wistful. Almost like he is seeing her for the first time again.

I try to see her through his eyes. Pretty cherry girl with those sad blue eyes, like shattered porcelain. Broken and glued back together again. The golden flecks in her eyes prove that she survived bad things and came out stronger.

Clover is girl-next-door attractive. Except, it doesn’t sort of creep up on you. Instead, you’re slapped with how stunning she is right away.

She’s built average.Not some curvaceous pinup gir or an athletic straight build. She’s petite with little curves for hips and small tits that bounce just enough that I can’t think when I see her in the mornings.

A little tiny thing when standing next to an Alpha. When I held her as we slept, it was the right size for me to cuddle. Maybe she could always just be laying down with us like a personal teddy bear.

I needed to not think like that.

I had to get my head in the game. We needed to win. I need to go pro with my pack.

There were steps that we had talked about.

Why were they suddenly so obsessed with an Omega when we had these plans?

Shit.

Griffin was in front of the glass, glaring at the other Omega. It was strange seeing him jealous. Strange that things were changing, after so long of them being the same.

When did our plans stop being the main priority?

Why was I the only one falling behind?

My hair was clinging to my forehead. Beads of sweat, trapped under the visor, making their way down to my eyes to blind me. My breath was labored, in and out in hard puffs from skating my ass off for three periods.

Lifting my eyes up to the board, I saw that there was less than a minute left in the period and we were tied 2-2. I wouldn’t get another shift with the time dwindling down and Griffin was grinding his teeth beside me.

Seemed he did care about hockey after all.

My eyes wanted to shift to look at the Omega who was sitting by us. Right next to the bench with Apollo. I kept my shit together. I had to be the one that kept my shit together.

What if they got drafted without me?

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