Chapter 28
Two weeks later
SANTO
“Okay, killer,” I mutter under my breath from the stands. “Please don’t die.”
Somehow, Marilyn got Caelia, Levon, and Miles to agree to the charity game. Our girl has been practicing her slapshots on her downtime at the rink, and I have to admit that she’s really good.
I don’t think there’s anything she can’t do. My concern as I lean forward to watch her, is how small she is compared to the other players. Marilyn recruited female police officers, firefighters, etc for this game, but Caelia is still the shortest of them all.
The rules are clear that the game has to be clean, without any checking or rough play. I don’t exactly know how that works in hockey. Regardless, Levon and Miles stick close to protect her as she plays.
I can see Miles’ talent on the ice from here, and people cheer as he and Caelia pass the puck between them. A quick glance to the side has Caelia passing to someone on their team, and I can see her grin from here as the player shoots a goal.
The buzzer sounds for us to take a slight break, and the players glide off the ice. There’s a silent auction portion to this game to help raise money for Nashville Helping Hands, and we all scan the code to open up the website.
I can’t help the smile on my face as I scroll through and see the drawing that Caelia drew of Levon at practice. She decided to anonymously donate it. On a whim, I bid a thousand dollars on it, and then settle in to enjoy the rest of the game. Bidding will continue until the last buzzer.
I’m glad I’m here, watching my pack in their element. Levon is simply enjoying the game, there’s no pressure to perform, and I can see how much he loves it. This is why I sometimes worry about what his life after hockey might be like.
Money isn’t really a concern for him because along with his hockey and endorsements, he’s investing in real estate to lease out. Levon is young and takes care of himself, but I know the wear and tear that sports have on a player’s body. So I worry.
Caelia’s team wins the charity game, and I can’t keep from grinning as I watch Miles pick her up and spin her around. A part of me wants to remind him of his back, however, he doesn’t seem to be showing any pain. I’ll probably also force the man to take it easy later.
Yes, I’m definitely the caretaker. I can’t help it.
Making my way out to wait for my pack, I spy Marilyn talking with someone. Checking the app, I see that Caelia’s sketch went for twenty grand. Dios mio.
“Marilyn, you have to tell me who the artist of that sketch is,” the alpha groans. “I know it’s anonymous, but I truly believe the artist would be perfect for the work I need for the sports museum.”
My lips twitch in amusement at his desperation, and I decide to stand to the side behind the man so that I can eavesdrop. I know he’s talking about Caelia since she’s the only anonymous artist that submitted a sketch.
“What type of work? I don’t know if the artist is commissioning artwork at this time,” Marilyn hedges, meeting my gaze behind the man with a twinkle in her eyes.
“I want pieces of the current hockey team to display at the entry hallway,” he explains. “Their technique is beautiful.”
“Well, I’ll have to ask them if they’re interested,” Marilyn says. “Is there anything I should share along with this?”
“I want twelve images, so I’ll be willing to pay them eighty thousand dollars for the collection,” the man says with a nod. “I also want to spread the word about this artist so she’ll have continued work, Marilyn. You know how passionate I am about paying artists what they’re worth.”
“I do, Harry,” she chuckles. “I’ll call you with their response, okay?”
Harry nods with a small sigh, realizing he won’t get more from her. Marilyn is a hard nut to crack. She threads her arm in mine once Harry meanders off, a definite pep in her step.
“Can you believe this?” she asks, practically vibrating with excitement. “Caelia is between jobs at the moment, right?”
“She is,” I say, trying to keep up with her energy. I’m honestly surprised that she’s this excited about this. “Caelia was fired for her involvement with a rival team by her boss.”
“I’d like to think that I’m up to date on everything that happens, but I wasn’t aware of this,” Marilyn muses. “I didn’t think that would be a consequence of my matchmaking, despite the fact that you didn’t need very much help from me.”
“He was an ass about it,” I sigh. “We’re currently countersuing him for wrongful termination.”
Caelia didn’t initially want to sue Friedrick, but she agreed that calling her a whore was really low.
“Well, that’s the only way some people learn,” Marilyn admits, walking through the back hallways to the locker rooms.
Levon is leaning, freshly showered, against the visitors locker room, which is being used for the women who played today. There were about six of them I think.
“Is she still in there?” I ask. “Marilyn wants to ask her something.”
Since we typically try to keep the woman far away from our omega, his interest is immediately piqued.
“Caelia is the last one in there,” Levon confirms. “Why don’t you go see if she needs help with anything.”
There’s never a time where I’m not willing to go see my girl. I think I’ve made it clear that locker room or restroom, I’ll happily go in to check on her. Untangling myself from Marilyn’s arm, I push my way into the locker room.
I don’t hear any indignant yelling about how I shouldn’t be allowed in here from Marilyn, so I figure she’s fine with it. Caelia is mine, a door isn’t going to keep me from her unless it’s her nest.
“It’s me!” I yell, making sure that I don’t scare the shit out of her.
I can hear the blow dryer going as I get closer, and she’s wearing another cute little skirt, a cropped bra, boots, and nothing else. Her eyes light up when she sees me and I wrap my arms around her waist to kiss her neck.
She switches off the dryer to place on the bench, relaxing in my arms.
“I’m so hot from the shower. I’ve been avoiding clothes,” Caelia admits.
“Levon is guarding the door,” I chuckle. “There’s no way that he’ll let anyone in. You’re a badass on the ice, by the way.”
“Me?” she asks. “Did you not see the professional hockey players out there?”
Sitting on the bench, I drag her into my lap. Her legs straddle me on either side, and I groan as she inadvertently rocks over my hardening cock.
“Baby, I only ever see you,” I murmur, pulling my phone out to text Levon.
Me
Don’t let anyone into the locker room, please.
Levon
Are you recreating our time in the locker room?
I can’t stop smiling as I text him back.
Me
I’m about to be knot deep in Caelia, so kind of?
Levon
Lucky bastard.
Turning the phone, I show the messages to her and she grins.
“Yes, please,” she says, her hands opening my pants eagerly. “He’s going to be jealous.”
“He’ll live,” I reply, hissing as she pulls out my dick. Her hand pumps firmly at the base, and I shove my pants down my hips. Her ass is conveniently close enough to my hands to squeeze tightly, making her mewl. “Be a good little omega and ride your alpha’s cock?”
She nods, rising to her knees to allow me to pull aside her panties and line her cunt up with my cock. Her lips part as I pull her down my length, and I find that she’s already slick for me.
“How you doing, baby?” I growl, enjoying her nails digging into my shoulders.
“Fuck,” she whimpers. “God, you feel so good.”
“Mmm. You’re stretching around my cock perfectly, Caelia,” I groan. “Ride me.”
“Yes, Alpha,” she whispers, making my dick twitch inside of her.
I know we don’t have much time.
“Fuck me hard, baby. I’m not going to last long.”
Caelia bounces on my cock as my fingers dig into her ass.
Burying my fist in her hair, I brush her lips with mine.
I swear, her whine is the best fucking thing I’ve ever heard.
Kissing her hard, her breaths become mine, and I swallow down all of her noises.
Caelia develops her own rhythm as she grinds down on my knot, rubbing her clit.
“Use me,” I rasp against her lips.
“Yes,” she gasps, her inner walls beginning to flutter.
I need her to break.
The door opens behind us, but I don’t react because there’s no fucking way that Levon would let anyone come in here. Especially when he knows I’m fucking our girl.
“Mmm. That’s it, baby. Get there for me.”
“You need to stop fucking in my locker room,” Miles grumbles.
“You’re jealous,” I grunt, uncaring that he’s here.
Caelia’s cheeks are flushed with desire, her pupils are blown wide, and she smells like dessert. She gazes up at Miles with a dopey smile as her hips roll and bounce over me, completely uncaring that we’ve been caught.
“I’ll be clucked and stuffed if you don’t look gorgeous,” Miles murmurs.
“Your sayings are ridiculous,” I rasp, kissing down Caelia’s throat. I know he curses, but his attempts not to are amusing. “That’s a good girl, baby. Fuck, you’re strangling my dick.”
“I’m glad you’re not calling me a good girl,” Miles grunts, making me bark out a laugh. “Caelia, I’m going to have to stuff your mouth with my cock if you can’t stay quiet.”
Not wanting to share, I slant my lips across Caelia’s, kissing the breath out of her lungs. Her movements begin to change as she gets closer to coming. They’re more desperate, jerkier, and then she drops over the edge.
Her cunt squeezes me so hard, I have to bury my face in her shoulder as I fuck up into her. My grunts are feral and needy as I fill her cunt up with cum, and I hold her tightly as she sags against me.
“She passed out,” Miles says, brushing her hair out of her face gently. His fingers move to her neck to check for a pulse before he chuckles. “You fucked her into unconsciousness, Santo.”
He gives me the most unexpected high five before blowing out a breath.
“I would usually let her sleep it off, but we don’t have that option,” he admits. “Marilyn is insisting she has to talk to her.”
“It’s for a good reason,” I say. “Caelia, come back to us, Sweet Girl.”
Taking a deep breath, she whimpers, lifting her head.
“Ugh, again?” she groans.
“I’m flattered,” I chuckle. “I need you to get dressed. Marilyn wants to talk to you.”
“I’m full of cum,” she sighs.
“I’ll be a gentleman and carry you to the stall to clean up,” I tease her, standing. I hitch my pants up higher, and walk her over. We both shudder as I lift her up and onto her feet.
Putting away my dick, I watch as she makes a face.
“I have to pee. Out,” she mutters.
Grinning, I step out of the stall so she can close it, and ten minutes later she’s ready to walk out of the locker room with a cute lacy top over her bra. Holding her duffle bag in my hand, I hold the door open so that she can walk ahead of me.
“There you are!” Marilyn says. Caelia puts her hair up in a ponytail to counteract the sex hair, and only appears slightly flushed.
Levon gives her a hug, murmuring something I can’t hear, but causes her to blush even harder.
“I’m here,” she murmurs, clearing her throat slightly.
“I thought you’d like to know that your sketch was auctioned off for twenty thousand dollars,” Marilyn says excitedly. Caelia’s lips part in shock, but Marilyn isn’t done yet. “Are you interested in doing more work based on commission?”
“I hadn’t thought about it, but I’d love to,” Caelia gasps. “Who is interested?”
Marilyn explains that Harold Livingston is a long time supporter of the arts, and also works at the sports museum as a curator.
“He’s begging for your name, but I expressly told him that I value your anonymity,” she adds, making sure to lay this on thickly.
Levon’s eyes roll over her head, making me have to hide my smile.
“However, he’d like to commission you for twelve art pieces of the current hockey team members for eighty thousand dollars. What do you think?”
“I’m wondering if my talent is good enough for that,” she wheezes, looking pale. “Is that a serious number?”
“I saw your sketch,” Marilyn reassures her. “You’re definitely up to the task. Would you like me to have him call you?”
“Yes, please. Ah, thank you so much. I think I’m in shock,” Caelia admits.
“That’s perfectly fine,” Marilyn says, handing me her phone for the number. Smirking, I enter it for her before handing it back. “I hope this helps since you’re freelancing now.”
That’s a really nice way to say unemployed, but okay.
“Ah, that’ll help a ton,” Caelia says. “I can’t even fathom that kind of money.”
“Hopefully, it means that you can continue to work on your art,” Marilyn says. “You have talent, please use it.”
Marilyn’s name is called, and she turns her head, sighing.
“Duty calls,” she says. “I’ll make sure Harry is in touch.”
Watching as Marilyn power walks off, Caelia shakes her head in awe.
“I guess we’re celebrating,” Miles says smoothly.
“Isn’t it too early for that?” she asks.
“Every day with you is a celebration, Caelia,” he says.
Walking together toward the exit, Caelia takes the bait.
“So where are we going?”
“There’s a few hours left of sunlight,” Miles says. “Let’s go to the park before heading out to see Angelic Demons.”
The squeal Caelia makes is so loud, I have to make sure it’s her.
“You did not seriously find tickets to see them,” she says, shocked.
“Oh but I did,” Miles chuckles. “Surprised?”
“And Caelia says we can’t pull off a surprise,” Levon smirks. “Okay, I didn’t have anything to do with this, but I can admit that this is awesome.”
“She mentioned them the other day, and I won tickets on the radio since they were completely sold out,” Miles explains as if it’s no big deal.
“That’s…I can’t believe you did that!” she exclaims.
“We do listen,” Miles teases her as we walk out into the parking lot.
“Listening and executing are two different things,” Caelia says happily.
I mean, she’s not wrong. Here’s to a lifetime of surprises.