Page 63 of Slick Handling

It’s different for him.

Being in the league, he won’t have to see Clover interacting with others as much as we will on campus. He’s leaving this all up for us to decide. Not that he doesn’t want to do it but, because he knows it will affect our day to day more.

The idea of her fucking someone in her nest that isn’t one of us makes my hands ball into fists.

So, I’m a little jealous.

Yes, I said that I wanted her to explore but, there had to be limits.

That made me feel like an asshole.

“I think we should be honest with her. Let her explore for a couple weeks. Halloween can be the deadline? Maybe we can do something sappy like throw a party and have matching Halloween costumes. She could be Princess Peach?” Vaughn offers up and suddenly we’re all talking over each other.

“I’m Mario.”

“I’ll be Bowser.”

“I’ll be Toad.”

“Okay, if you’re Mario I’ll be Luigi.” Vaughn laughs a little, “Mick is right. She hasn’t seen a lot so we should make our dates fun. What will be more important is how we incorporate her in our daily lives. Like we all go to the gym in the morning and now they have those dance classes. Maybe we take one of those with her instead of doing cardio.”

Vaughn being in a relationship for so long is going to save us.

Even though he has been the most reluctant about this, he knows he has to rally for us to make this work.

“We do family skate times on the weekends. Most guys bring their kids, but we could teach her to skate.” Apollo offers. “And I have a game tomorrow night. I know it’s not ideal, but the night after, we can have a reservation after and take her to dinner. It will feel busy for her, but worth it.”

Now that we have some ground rules and plans, it feels better. Almost like we know what we’re doing.

Even if we don’t.

Apollo gets a text that his parents, minus his mother, are on the way to our place. Since it’s not far away, we all start busting our asses. Rushing around the kitchen to put together something to eat and some appetizers.

We manage to throw together a charcuterie board to snack on while Vaughn and Griffin start preparing steaks to be grilled outside. Apollo is working on baking potatoes and a vegetable when we all freeze, heads turning to look up the stairs.

The heavy perfume is wafting down the stairs.

It’s so thick that I can taste the grenadine syrup of our Shirley Temple Omega.

My cock goes from soft to hard so quickly that I have to grab the counter to avoid passing out.

What is Clover up to?

Griffin has officially given up on the steaks and is headed for the stairs. Usually, one of us would stop him. Tonight we just follow him up the stairs, inching closer to the Omega’s nest.

A soft hum is coming from her room and it’s clear that she is in there, satisfying her needs. A whine, barely, is heard through the door, but it’s enough that Apollo has to slam his mouth against mine. If he didn’t stop himself he’d break down the door and satisfy our Omega..

“Fuck.” Griffin whispers, palming his cock through his sweatpants. He’s stroking himself as we all listen to the Omega getting herself off in her new nest.

Vaughn makes a sound, his head nudging behind me. I turn, seeing my bedroom door is open.

One of the things we always do is close our doors. Since our scents are more concentrated in our space, it just protects the house from smelling like a gym. It also preserves our safe spaces for us.

Clover was building her nest. Could she have possibly needed something of mine to add to her nest?

The idea has me grinding against Apollo. His hands steady my hips, his eyes blazing into mine as we move against each other in a quiet, focused movement.

That is, until the buzzing stops.

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