Chapter 7
SANTO
“He said what?” I ask, my fingers digging into Levon’s shoulder. I was right when I said it was a grueling game, and now that I’m home, I’m helping Levon with his pain levels.
He’s wound up tightly from his muscles tightening every time he was slammed against the boards.
“I’m going to need you to take a hot bath after this,” I mutter.
“You’re not listening to me,” he complains, groaning when I push my thumb into a particularly stubborn knot.
“Yeah, I am,” I grunt. “I’m just having trouble paying attention when you’re being a feral fuck nugget of pain. Get up and go lay down on the bed.”
“Kinky and also kind of traumatizing,” he says, standing to pad over to the bedroom. It’s so fucking late, but he won’t be able to sleep if I can’t relax him.
Away games are rough because of the bus rides where asses tend to fall asleep from staying in the same position. All of this, along with the game, are working against Levon’s body.
Stripped down to his boxers, he lays on my bed, waiting for my special treatment. We aren’t at work, which means that I can end this with a blow job if I want.
With Levon? I always want to suck his dick now that I’ve had a taste.
Opening the nightstand drawer, I find my massage oil and crawl onto the bed. Levon shivers as he hears the pop of the bottle opening, and I inhale his cinnamon roll scent. I’ve never loved sweets, not until now.
I’m completely addicted to him.
Pouring oil into my hands, I toss the closed bottle on the bed spread and rub it between my hands before continuing to work on his shoulder.
“Fuck me, Santo,” he groans.
“I think that’s why we’re in trouble,” I murmur, enjoying his snort of amusement. “So we need to go to Human Resources tomorrow. I’m probably going to lose my job.”
“What?” Levon attempts to turn, and I press his head back into the mattress, using my fingers to massage his scalp so he’ll be a good boy for me.
“I won’t fuck you after this if you’re difficult,” I warn him.
“Ugh, you’re so mean. You’re also not going to lose your job.
The team has less players on the bench due to injuries since you’ve joined the staff,” he says, his voice muffled by the comforter.
“They’ve been implementing your advice for more low impact endurance training in between games too. They aren’t going to fire you.”
“I broke a major stipulation in my contract,” I sigh. “I’m not allowed to be involved with a player.”
“Not unless I go to Human Resources and explain that I couldn't help myself,” he confirms. “That’s what I plan to say. We’re in a committed relationship with each other.”
“Are we?” I tease him, feeling lightheaded by the conversation. I don’t know how to be serious about this without losing my shit. I meant it when I told the coach that we haven’t had this conversation.
I’m straddling his ass, the heel of my hand working out a really deep knot as Levon winces.
“Yeah, baby. I’m definitely calling you Daddy at least once tonight, and I may even do it in Spanish if you’re lucky,” he says, his pelvis rocking against the mattress.
“Stop pleasuring yourself while I’m massaging you,” I groan, pinching his ass. I can’t quite manage a spank in this position. “What the fuck are we going to tell Elsie?”
“I think packs are formed with the people who they have connections with, and there are no rules for that,” he says.
“I’ve never wanted to establish a pack before.
You know that I like my privacy, and it’s difficult for me to spend any real time with others.
Lately, I haven’t even wanted to hang out with anyone on the team either. ”
“And why is that?” I ask, swallowing hard as I move my fingers to his neck.
“Jesus. Santo,” he hisses.
“I would say I’m sorry, but I’m not. Also, I will be making you say that in an entirely different cadence tonight if you’re lucky,” I shrug.
“You were beaten up pretty badly on the ice tonight. I’m going to have you take a bath before bed.
Maybe we’ll skip the fun stuff, and I’ll just torture you with my magic hands. ”
“Is that hand going to be around my cock at any point?” he asks.
“Maybe, maybe not. I’m tempted to fist my cock and come all over your skin so you remember who owns your ass. I also like when our scents mix,” I admit. “Now why is Coach pushing us into what’s essentially the Principal’s office?”
Levon snorts in derision before I work my way down his back, making me grin.
“We’ve seen it not be an issue for other people,” he says. “With scent matches and packs. As long as we explain ourselves, there’s no reason for Elsie to move forward with any kind of administrative action.”
My face contorts in annoyance. I’m a damn good doctor. Why the fuck am I doing this to myself?
“Hey.”
Gasping, I find myself toppled off of Levon’s back, and quickly pulled underneath his body.
“I wasn’t done yet—” I begin, interrupted by his lips slanting over mine.
“I feel good as new,” he mumbles against my lips.
Levon rocks his hips against me, and my brain short circuits as his cock grinds against mine.
“You’re thinking too hard,” he says. “We’re going to have a conversation that we keep avoiding.”
“I haven’t…fuck. You’re the one who smells like dessert,” I deflect.
“Mmmm. And you don’t?” he asks, licking up my throat as my head drops back to give him more space. “Walking around, tasting like fucking icing. This should be illegal, Doctor.”
“Fuck. You are not topping from the bottom, Levon,” I gasp, my hands grabbing his ass for more friction when he sucks on my pulse point.
I’m completely gone for this man and I think he may know that.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Levon chuckles. “So, let’s stop dancing around this, Santo. What are we? It’s early on, I know, and putting a label on things is—”
“Necessary,” I sigh. At his smirk, I roll my eyes. “Every time we try to have this conversation, we end up side tracked. It’s no wonder with how fucking gorgeous you are.”
My fingers ghost along his arms, his dark ink telling a story about a life I’m just beginning to learn about. Levon has all kinds of trust issues, yet he’ll find himself offering small things about his family. I collect them all and hold tightly to them, knowing that he doesn’t tell me lightly.
“I think you need to start looking in the mirror more often,” he growls, biting my bottom lip. Fuck, everything is always so good with him. “I could bounce quarters off your ass, suck on your dick until you come in my mouth, and never get tired of it. You know what I think when I pass by you?”
“Get your hands off that hockey player?” I ask, laughing.
“No, never that. The way you touch me and everyone else is very different. Your face is open, considerate, and professional when you’re working. I get the lingering touches and heated stares,” Levon says.
“Those are yours,” I agree. “So do we say that we developed feelings for each other while I was helping you rehab after your injury?”
“We can say that, and add that it was impossible for us to stay away from each other. Elsie will accept that. We’ll have to sacrifice blow jobs at work,” he says somberly.
“Damn, you’re right. We will,” I tease him. “So no more hook-ups at work. What else?”
“You move in with me or I move in here,” he decides. At my slow blink, he doesn’t back down, straddling my hips. “We work a lot, Santo. Between practices, games, and all the other shit on my plate, we don’t get a lot of time together. So, we’re moving in together.”
I could say this is fast, but I’d be lying. Ever since I heard him come with my name on his lips in the showers, I was done for. Levon Phillips isn’t the kind of alpha you ignore, but I tried my fucking hardest to.
Much like now.
“I…Okay,” I rasp. “You don’t fuck around, do you?”
“Oh, it’s been past time since I’ve needed to stake my claim on you,” Levon says. “We’ve been dancing around things for too long. Now I need to lock you down. Hope that works for you.”
I can’t help the laugh that explodes out of me. Levon may play a bottom when it suits him, but he is more of a switch. I’ve been very aggressive about wanting things on my terms. I feel like I have more to lose.
“We need to sell it,” he growls, dragging his nose up my throat. “Elsie will smell the bullshit otherwise. So either you’re going to announce your change of address or I will.”
“You live in a really nice condo,” I mutter. “My apartment isn’t going to be big enough for us.”
“You live as if living in Nashville is temporary,” he observes.
“I went to school in Michigan,” I say. “I did my residency there, got my first job working with the team there, and then decided I wanted to experience a warmer climate. That’s ultimately why I accepted the job here.”
“It’s mid-December,” he says. “We had warmer weather tonight in New Orleans than at home.”
“This is true. I get warmer weather for longer periods of time,” I shrug. “You guys had a really good fucking game. There was no mercy on either side.”
“Thanks. I really thought we’d be able to pull out the win,” he says.
“The Dragons are always a difficult opponent. Now, if you don’t have any objections, I want to bite and fuck you before you move in with me.
I don’t care if you’re the one filling my ass instead with your cum, but the bites are non-negotiable. ”
My brain stops as I stare wide-eyed up at him.
“We care about each other, and I’m not giving you up,” he insists.
“Marilyn can play all the fucking games she wants. You’re good for me.
I’m not as pissed off at the world, I only fight during games when I know it’ll help the team, and that’s honestly why I think Coach Miles figured out we were seeing each other. ”
“Besides me swallowing your cum at work?” I ask. God, I can’t even deal with him right now.
“I think he knew before that,” Levon winces. “I’m incredibly private, I don’t flaunt my hookups, but I had a really hard time not watching you like a stalker. I thought I was being careful, clearly I was delusional.”