Page 25 of Fresh Ice
It was ridiculously easy to get drinks when surrounded by hockey players even though he was still two years away from twenty-one.
Levy was perched on a stool, looking like he was double the size of the girl he was talking to. She laughed at something he was saying, his hands gesturing widely as he told a story.
They would make a good couple. Alpha and Omega like the league wanted. Someone delicate and poised instead of whatever Alonso was.
He’d never be able to do that. Well—he could flirt with Omegas all he wanted, but not with somebody he was actually attracted to.
He wondered what his teammates would think if he just went up to one of the Alphas in the crowd and started fluttering his eyelashes at them.
Alonso snorted, shaking his head. He hadn’t drunkthatmuch, but it was apparently hitting him hard if he was having such ridiculous fantasies.
He pushed the knot of resentment and jealousy in his gut down, deep where all his other secret wants festered.
Gabby put one of his giant paws on Alonso’s head, ruffling his hair. “What’s got you so grimthistime?”
Alonso ducked away even though he didn’t mind the manhandling now that they knew each other better. “I’m not grim. Just disappointed in all your stories of Omega conquests.” He hadn’t been listening to the conversation, but it was a good guess.
Gabby rolled his eyes. “Oh, the kid’s got game?”
Alonso blushed, but he was trying to be bolder with the team. “Better than you, old man,” Alonso countered.
Gabby grinned as Killer butted in. “Kid, you have no idea. This guy is a regular Casanova.”
Gabby shoved Killer away with a roll of his eyes. “Barely.”
“Oh, barely, he says. What about that time in Cancun—” Killer started.
“No,” Gabby interrupted.
“With the two Omegas—”
“Okay, okay. That’s enough of that. You’re gonna ruin my captainly authority.”
Alonso acted surprised. “Wait, you’re the captain?”
It wasn’t until the end of the night when Alonso stood up to leave that Levy rejoined them again.
The guys hollered at his return, but Levy ignored them, turning to Alonso. “You leaving?”
Alonso tilted his head. “Yeah. You going with…” He nodded at the bar.
Levy seemed confused for a second, his expression cracking as he laughed awkwardly. “Oh, no. We were just talking.”
Somebody at the table piped up. “Oh, they were justtalking.”
Levy waved them off as Alonso said his goodbyes, feeling stupidly pleased that Levy was going home with him and not that girl.
Not that it mattered. It was just nice to sit on the couch with Levy after a night out and hang out before bed.
They both collapsed on the aforementioned couch, each with a large glass of water to mitigate the effects of being irresponsible for the previous hours.
“This is the best couch ever. I don’t know what Killer was thinking giving this away.” Levy wiggled in his seat.
“He’s a fool and a scoundrel,” Alonso replied.
Levy laughed way too loud, making Alonso giggle in return.
Alonso knocked their knees together. “Seemed like you were having fun back there.” The question felt like pressing on a bruise.
