Page 131 of Finding the Forward: Part Two
Spencer had set a countdown timer. How he planned on implementing a hostile takeover of the team I wasn’t sure, but whatever worked.
“I don’t think it’s that bad an idea,” Carlos shrugged. A few others nodded.
Louis sighed. “I’ll see what I can do then. I‘d love to see the Knights go all the way this year. While I adore the Bantams, we’re not going to do that with them.”
Elias extended a hand. “I appreciate you taking the time to talk to us.”
Because Mr. Longfellow and Cal Daughtry hadn’t. Louis shook his hand and left.
Coach Dodd was still there. “Huh. I hope they fix this. The Daughtry family and Mr. Longfellow have always done right by the Knights. I hope everyone’s… okay.”
The idea that one or both of them might be showing early signs of dementia had been floated by the press.
“Me, too.” Elias nodded.
“I do like playing outside, though,” Jean Paul added. “Reminds me of home.”
“Me, too.” It was a pleasant change of pace. I missed playing outside on ponds.
Still, it would be nice to get back to normal. Hopefully, with Bertie in jail, management would stop being stubborn and do what’s right.
While I was ready to sit out as long as I needed, I’d sort of like to have a chance at winning the championships, too. With Grif by our side.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Grif
Pleasure coursed through me as AJ pumped into me hard, fast, and unrelenting. The sheets of his bed tangled around us as he groaned.
“Oh, yes. Please, Pepperjack,” I moaned. Being off the blockers was making me want sex all the time.
AJ was happy to oblige. “Come for me, and I’ll knot you so good, Boo-Boo.”
I came all over his hand, and he thrust into me, fast and hard, his knot pushing past my ring of muscles.
“AJ.” I gasped as his knot seated itself inside me, locking into me as he came.
His arms wrapped around me and he pulled us on to our sides, throwing the blanket over us. AJ’s purr surrounded me, making me feel cozy and safe. Something else that I’d been craving since they detoxed me of blockers.
It was a little weird, that part of me so close to the surface. At the same time, I didn’t feel like fighting it.
Maybe because I was tired of fighting.
Or maybe it was because I had my pack, my mates. Ones who were absolutely willing to fuck me and snuggle me.
The one thing I didn’t like was the loss of control. I disliked how biological imperatives sometimes overrode my rational thinking.
I liked to be in control. I needed to be in control. Of my body. My life.
At least I was still on heat suppressants. There’d been some fear that with everything I was going through emotionally, I’d have a breakthrough heat–which could happen in times of stress. That hadn’t happened, thank goodness, since I had enough to deal with.
Still…
No. I took a deep breath.
Baby steps.That’s what my advocate at the Omega Center told me. I’d never learned to be an omega, never gave myself a chance to be one. It would take time to figure everything out. What blockers I could use. Other methods that worked in conjunction. Lifestyle changes that made things easier for me.
Not to mention, every gamma was a little different–and I was still registering as a gamma on the tests.
