Page 70 of Full Body Hit: Part 2
“Mornin’, baby.” Auston’s rough voice shivered through Chase, and the memories of last night fell in raindrops on his hot skin, sizzling and evaporating upon contact.
“Morning, Daddy.”
Auston’s rumble deepened as he nosed the nape of Chase’s neck, leaving a few kisses there. “Sleep well?”
“Yeah.” He was crusty and sticky and gross, but he still felt good, his sleep having been complete and satisfying.
“Mmm, what time is it?”
“No idea. Don’t know where our phones are.”
Auston groaned. “Okay. Stay here. I’m gonna go looking.”
Chase sprawled out as Auston left the bed, shuffling so that his face was in the Alpha’s pillow. He might not be able to smell his pheromones, but he could still detect the scent of aftershave, of shampoo, of detergent. He watched with slitted eyes as Auston took care of things, plugging in their phones, checking the time, disappearing into the bathroom for a while.
“You wanna shower?” Auston called out.
Chase crawled from beneath the sheets, the small of his back twinging. “Yeah, just a sec.”
He heard the shower turn on as he did a few stretches, following Auston into the steaming air when he finished.
Showering with Auston was a whole other experience. Those big, broad palms rubbing him all over, checking between his thighs, rubbing his hole softly and cleaning him out—the embarrassment of it somehow made it better, as if Auston knew better than him, as if it were his responsibility to take care of Chase. Auston jerked them both off, almost drowning in the water as Chase gasped for breath, spilling way sooner thanAuston and then wrapping his hand around the Alpha’s and watching raptly as he shook apart.
Chase put on the clothes from the previous day sans underwear, garter, and stockings.
Auston made them eggs, turkey bacon, and a protein-infused green smoothie for breakfast, both of them hoovering it down. Auston still had to drive Chase to his apartment to change and take his own car to practice.
Chase felt his heart fluttering around his head like some cheesy cartoon as Auston kissed him goodbye in the car. Every bit of Chase’s body felt the Alpha’s presence, the marks and deep-tissue bruises he’d left, an intimate marking.
Chase quickly changed in his apartment, pulling out the sweater he’d nabbed from Auston’s couch just as he left the Alpha’s apartment. It was solid black, no name or number, so nobody should know who it belonged to. He put it on, burying his face in it for a few seconds and grinning like a kid before getting his shit together and racing out the door.
The locker room was almost full as he arrived. Auston was nowhere to be found—probably with a trainer or something—and Chase flounced to his stall, greeting his teammates happily.
The shouting and chirping that filled the space cut out abruptly, leaving only whatever playlist was playing—one of Brody’s, judging by the sounds of the ’80s music.
Chase looked around, eyebrows bunching as everybody stared back.
“What?” Chase asked as he got to his stall. Sammy was standing a step away, gaping at Chase. “What?” Chase repeated, heartbeat quickening.
“Are you…are you wearing Auston’s sweater?”
Chase froze. “Um…no?”
“Because it stinks like Auston.”
Oh. Shit. Why was he the dumbest person on Earth? Obviously everybody would be able to smell the Alpha on him—his stupid, scent-blind ass hadn’t even considered it.
Chase struggled out of the sweater. “Sorry. Must have picked it up by mistake.”
“Picked it up fromwhere?” Sammy asked shrilly.
There really was no need for that tone. Chase could have just…found it somewhere.
Sammy was staring at him when Chase managed to remove the offending piece of clothing. He didn’t have anything underneath—had wanted to feel it on his skin like a freak, but now it just seemed weird.
“Sammy—”
“Oh. My. God,” Sammy interrupted. “No.”
