Page 25 of Slick Handling

She’s dressed in what looks like Mick’s sweatpants and Apollo’s hoodie. I remember all the clothes around my room that got a come bath and suddenly feel hot with embarrassment.

Oh no.

“Clover, ignore Vaughn. His brain melted from his rut.” McKinley teases and I’m suddenly remembering her in my room asking me if I wanted to take a bath.

How she had wanted to take care of me without even knowing me.

“Hi Cherry girl.” The name comes from my lips and gets me a smile that makes my stomach flip.

This isn’t good.

Stomach flips are things that should be saved for people that matter or for really important games. After everything that I went through with Terry I’m confident in the fact that I do not want a single tummy flip to happen.

She smells like the type of sweetness that makes us nostalgic. A coming home feeling or family and laughs in her scent.

My eyes snap to Griffin.

“Are you ready to go?” There is approval in his look as I turn and walk out of the kitchen. Knowing Griffin he wants to focus on the goals that we have set just as much as I do. He knows that with an Omega we will lose some focus on hockey.

Is it worth it?

I thought Terry had been worth it and how wrong had I been about that?

My body aches as I head back home.

I stayed later than I should have because I’ve been avoiding the Omega. Griffin didn’t talk about her this morning and I ignored the texts from McKinley telling me that he was going to beat me up if I wasn’t nice to her.

He might try to beat me off but there was no way he was beating me up.

After practice, I reviewed tape from the past weekend's game as well as looked at tape for the upcoming game. When it was clear that everyone wanted to get home for the night I had gone to the library where I made myself study. In my college career I don’t think I’ve spent more than a few minutes in the library so spending three hours there had been insane.

The quiet sounds and soft shutting of books mixed with the tapping sound of keys as papers got written. It might be nice for some people but it made my skin itch.

Not as much as the thought of going back home and seeing the Omega.

McKinley had texted that he had taken back all her clothes and was washing them from my filth. In practice he had tried to talk to me about her but I ignored him until he threw his stick at my head. The coach had sent him to cool down after that stunt.

Griffin ignored the whole thing and I envied the way he didn’t seem to be affected by the Omega.

Would she know how I used her clothes? Would she be mad at me? Or worse, would she look at it like I was interested in her?

Why had I called her the dumb nickname this morning instead of just downright ignoring her?

What an idiot.

Tossing my bag in the living room, I head into the kitchen. Usually a plate of food would be left over from dinner but when I go to uncover the plate there is a receipt from an underwear store and a picture of McKinley’s ass.

Seems that he’s still mad and that he couldn’t save all the underwear I took from the Omega.

Pulling out my phone I opened an app to transfer him money. It doesn’t seem fair that he had to buy her new things because I couldn’t keep my body under wraps.

Does that mean those are my panties now?

Can’t think like that. It physically hurts my cock to even think of that so it’s going to be a hard pass for me.

For the first time in a while I miss sex.

My pack all fools around with each other. I know I’m the only one who hasn’t been tempted by them. I hear them some nights. The sound of Griffin’s grunts. How McKinley moans. Apollo’s praise was like an enchanting song, swirling from the bedroom. Sometimes I wish I could join them so I didn’t feel so lonely but I don’t view my pack mates like that.

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