Chapter 11
Timber
Ihaven’t eaten all day because I can’t open my sports bag. I won’t do it in the locker room because if the guys smell Luke’s slick, I’ll never hear the end of it. If I open it somewhere secret, like in the bathroom or an empty room, I’m pretty sure I’ll give in to my alpha side and go crazy.
Grabbing stuff from the vending machine halfway through the day isn’t enough after the hours we put in practicing at the rink.
I’m definitely getting healthier after eating Luke’s meals, but the downside is I can’t just munch on five protein bars and expect them to carry me for the rest of the day.
But I’m going to a different kind of feast, and I feel guilty as fuck, so I need a place that’s public and private.
I’m tempting fate by going to the usual spot where I eat lunch every day. Hopefully, the scent won’t escape from the enclosed space and draw other alphas.
Standing by the bench, I’ve taken the dish towel out of the paper bag, and I’m just holding it, staring at the soaked, blue and white striped fabric and wondering what the fuck is wrong with me.
My mouth is already watering at the smell emanating from it, but it feels wrong that I stole it. I don’t know why it’s even in there, but it’s mine now, though I wish I hadn't found the damn thing.
With a trembling hand, I lift it up to my nose.
My stomach flips, and I take a first sniff. I gasp in shock at the sweetness that floats up and curls around me.
Desperately drawing in a breath, I do everything I can to suck down the scent. Something snaps, and a growl suddenly rumbles in my chest as the scent gets me, bouncing off the walls of the tiny enclosed area.
I need more of it; I have to have more. I’m going to drown if I don’t get everything I can right now.
The damp fabric brushes my upper lip, and I hold it there, too scared to carry on.
Inhaling, trembling, I fall back against the wall as it hits me again.
Another sniff, and a groan pours out as my legs go weak.
I already know this is his scent. I’ve tasted it before mixed with oatmeal, but this is pure, unfiltered slick. Another sniff has my eyes rolling as my cock hardens and my alpha side bursts to life.
I want my omega.
Practice is over, and everyone is heading home. I could easily drive back, grab Luke, and make him mine. It’s the same madness that tore through me when I first kissed Ollie.
I can’t resist; I have to have a taste. Just one lick, then I’ll put it away.
No one will ever know.
Holding my breath, my heart pounding in my ears, I extend my tongue. I’m so fucking nervous, but I need this more than anything right now.
The moment it touches the dish towel, my mouth explodes with maple syrup, and pleasure shudders straight from my lips to my cock.
My vision goes white, and everything in my world is reduced to the tip of my tongue.
My moans become deeper, needier, and every gasp is filled with Luke’s taste as I savor the dish towel. It’s so rich and sweet that I know I won’t be able to live without it anymore.
I grow more confident, spreading my tongue over the cloth, finding places where it tastes stronger, thicker, the exact spots where he must have buried it between his legs.
With each lick of the dish towel, I don’t just imagine Luke’s cries. I hear his sister’s moans as I kissed her and teased her with my cock, and the same scent curled from her as Kane and I loved on her.
He must have come. There's no way it could be so fucking luscious if he hadn't. This is how Luke would taste if I bent him over and ate him out from behind.
What the hell was he doing for the towel to end up like this?
I have to see what happened. Luke usually spends all morning in the kitchen, so the answer has to be there.
I pull my phone from my back pocket, opening the home security app and going straight to the kitchen camera. The towel blocks part of my view, so I have to hold my phone up to eye level.
I rewind it at top speed, watching Luke appear in and out of the screen so fast that I can’t keep up with him. Until the camera goes dark, and the time stamp shows 5:30 a.m.
Nerves keep dancing around me, and my alpha side reasons that I’m being responsible by making sure my omega is okay.
I fast-forward the video until the lights switch on, watching Luke as he begins his day. Even just seeing him like this is enough to stir me up. I jolt as Luke’s head snaps up, looking at something offscreen, and the time stamp shows 6:10, twenty minutes before my alarm is supposed to go off.
Shock races through me as I watch myself walk into the kitchen.
My brow furrows because I don’t remember going there, but Luke doesn’t seem surprised either.
Until I slowly plod over and press my body against him, and wrap my arms around him.
I gasp, more maple syrup slick flooding my senses as I bring my phone closer to my face.
With my chin on his shoulder, Luke lights up, and he’s rubbing against me, easing into me, softening for me. I say something to him, but it’s Luke’s expression that I’m fixed on.
I pause the screen, my eyes wide, wishing I could zoom in to make sure what I’m seeing is real.
The way his body curves and how his head tips back to press into me is so fucking sexy that my jaw drops. I can’t believe how lovingly I nuzzle him, and he responds by parting his lips, and it looks like he’s moaning as I grind against his ass.
What the hell is going on?
My breath catches in my maple-drenched throat as I press play, and Luke turns his head. I swear he’s going to kiss me. My heart squeezes, and my body aches, and I almost urge him on out loud.
If I was questioning his feelings for me before, now I have my answer.
I need to go home. I won’t tell him about the cameras; I’ll just say I found the dish towel and demand he explain himself before I finally pull him into my arms and taste his cries of pleasure.
Need pounds through my body as he suddenly leaps away from me. My disappointment surges as I clench the towel.
No matter how much I want to fuck him, what’s better? That he kisses me when I’m sleepwalking and out of it? Or when we’re both wide awake, pressed against each other, and I can push my fingers inside him and taste his slick the same way I do with this dish towel?
Back on the video, there’s more conversation before I leave the room, and Luke returns to the stove.
I kept the video playing, but my mind is too blown from what happened between us.
I don’t check the kitchen cameras in the mornings unless I’m at away games.
So how many times have I held him like that and I never knew?
Luke’s smile says it all. Why the fuck didn’t he say anything? If he knows I want him so badly that I'm searching for him in my sleep, then there's a chance. Or am I really the problem?
Tension winds through me, and I sniff the towel again to settle myself, but it has the opposite effect. I groan deeply as Luke’s hand disappears behind the stove, and there's not a single question about what he's doing.
Every second that passes makes it harder to think, to fucking breathe. He’s stroking himself right there in my kitchen, like he must have done when he mixed his slick with my oatmeal.
He bends forward, one hand on the counter, and the recording is clear enough that I can see the pleasure dashing across his face as his ass rises, but not the words he says.
“You can do it, come on, Luke,” I whisper. “Come for me.”
I want to be there. I want to be under him and see how far he’s buried his fingers inside himself. Maybe he’s stroking himself, and his cum is mixed in with the slick on the dish towel.
Either way, his back bows, and I just see his cries as he comes while I was upstairs walking around half-asleep like a fucking idiot.
He's stunning, and I already know how easy it would be to pick him up and carry him to my room so we could start the next round.
I left my omega at home with no idea he was horny as hell. I could have just done a Kane and skipped practice altogether if I'd seen this sooner.
My cock is so hard it’s straining against my pants, and I need to free it. But my hands are full, and I’m not letting go of the towel or my phone for anything.
I roll my hips as I watch my omega draw his hands from his pants. As if that will give me some relief.
I don’t need to guess what the hell he's staring at as he draws them from his pants, because I’m already licking at it.
I should have been there, kneeling on the floor so he could fuck my face as I fingered him and made him cry for me. If I loosened him up with my fingers until he was begging, then I could have put my hard cock to good use.
Rewinding it back to where I entered the kitchen, I’m completely entranced as I watch it again, all while exploring the towel.
I can't get rid of the question of why he has to hide this from me. Had Ollie told him what happened between us, or was he waiting for Kane to claim him? Or is it because I’m so much older than him, or I’m his boss, or any other crazy reason that means I’ve missed out on the sight of him coming to my touch?
I need to see him. I have to go. But every lick of the towel sends me deeper into a spiral of pleasure. I spread it over my face like I’m between his legs. Fabric covers my chin and jaw, and I watch the screen as I replay the moment Luke comes.
Biting at it, I gather the towel in my mouth, and sucking because it tastes so fucking good.
I rewind it again, and again, captivated by how Luke curves into me, and how I’m definitely grinding my cock into his ass. He looks as blissed out as I feel now, my head spinning with my omega’s taste.
I know my feelings for him have grown, but this sweeps me away. If he can look at me with that expression, I feel like I can push past everything that happened with my ex-wife. All my fear and paranoia, and the conviction that Luke will lie to me again because he hid the fact that he’s an omega.
Because he really looks like he loves me, too.