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I was more than excited to see it unfold.

A puck whizzed by me, landing in the net behind me. Griffin pinged the post with the tip of his stick.

“If I get a hat trick tonight Clover said I could shower with her when we get home and that she would wash me.” Showering was code for oral sex.

I don’t know who either of them were trying to fool. We could smell the scent of them together. It was so strong when he was going down on her that even washing couldn’t distract from that.

When I looked back at Clover, imagining her on her knees in the shower in front of Griffin I froze.

Oh no.

Oh no.

This is bad. This is so bad.

My eyes snap to look for Vaughn, seeing him going down to the ice to stretch. Griffin skating over to him and dropping on the ice beside him.

They were going to look up to stare at Clover. And when they did that, they would see who was sitting behind her and lose their minds. Because out of all the places to sit in the stadium Vaughn’s father had decided to show up for this game and sit behind our Omega.

If that wasn’t bad enough, sitting besides him was Terry. A small bump showing from where she carried the other man's pup.

Why would they come here?

I skated out of the crease and showered Vaughn and Griffin in a spray of ice. Both of them made a sound, wiping at their faces as I tried to figure out what to do.

Why did Apollo have to be gone for this game?

“Coach wants us to go down the Zamboni exit. Said something about a pregame presser. Come on.” I see Vaughn go to look up and hit his helmet with my stick, “Clover just went to the bathroom. It’s the perfect time. We can see her in a couple minutes when we come back on the ice”

We skate towards the side and are let out by the ice crew. As Vaughn walks on the mat in front of us, I grab Griffin.

“His dad’s here with Terry. And by here I mean sitting right behind our Omega.” The look that he gives me is terrifying.

To be loved and cared for by Griffin is an absolute force. He may seem like an idiot fuck boy, but he loves so deeply nothing breaks it.

He turns back towards the ice.

“Where are you going?” I hiss.

“I’m going to beat the fuck out of him. And when I’m done I’m going to see if Clover wants popcorn.” He steps out on the ice before I can stop him.

Shit.

This is not going how I expected. It’s all getting out of hand so quickly.

“Where is the press?” Vaughn’s voice distracts me and I turn, headed back towards him.

“I must have gotten it wrong. Let’s just head to the locker room. Pregame skate is about to be done anyway.” Or as far away from the trouble as possible.

Somehow I didn’t know if we would ever get far enough away from it. It seemed that as soon as one thing got fixed another problem sprang up.

How long would it be until all the fires of our life were put out?

CHAPTER 33

CLOVER

Sitting alone at the game should feel strange, but since I’m here rooting on three of my guys it makes me feel way less alone.

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