Chapter 31 #2
“Levon Phillips and I met at my bar a few years ago. Occasionally we still meet up to work on community city projects to catch up. He went to college at the University of Lyons and then got picked up for professional hockey,” he explains. “He may be younger than I am, but he’s got a good egg.”
“I get dragged along on the community service projects because I keep them fed and I’m not afraid of heights,” Lars says drolly, making me grin.
“I end up on a lot of scaffolding for things, and every time I wonder why I’m the one on the goddamn thing when there are two other equally capable people on the ground. ”
“I’m not a bird,” Caleb crows, making me believe that this is a well-loved conversation. “My feet need to stay on the ground, Lars. I don’t enjoy shaking all the way up the ladder and worrying about falling down.”
“And yet, I’ve watched you climb up and do dumb shit for the bar all the damn time,” Lars grumbles.
Nova’s hand hides her smile as she listens to them, but I don’t bother to.
“I usually take a few shots when I have to fix shit. Then I can justify getting up there because then I really do think I can fly!”
They continue to tease each other until we arrive and they find a parking spot in a lot several streets away from the stadium. Tucking Nova against me as we walk protectively, we walk with dozens of other people also making the trek for the hockey game.
Her outfit makes me smile, because it’s eclectic and very her.
The rare pair of jeans is making its appearance tonight along with a cream knit sweater underneath a patchwork heavy jacket that extends down to her feet.
Her blonde and purple hair is weaved into several braids before she pulled it up into a messy bun.
She looks beautiful, her curves accentuated in the pants. I love her skirts and dresses, but I love the way her ass looks when denim cradles it.
“Your hand is on my ass,” she murmurs, looking up at me. It doesn’t matter how tall she is, I love the fact that she has to drop her head back to meet my gaze.
“No better place for it, Little Queen,” I reply, earning me a grin.
Walking up to Will Call, Caleb grabs our tickets and we walk through the main gate toward our seats.
It’s loud in here, but I knew it would be so I prepared for this.
Pulling out my ear plugs that still allow me to hear the sounds I need to hear, I push them into my ears.
The chaotic energy lowers enough to keep from draining my social battery too quickly, and I’m able to take a full breath.
“You okay?” Nova asks as we walk to our seats.
“Perfect,” I promise. “Now I can hear you and pay attention to the game without being overwhelmed by the noises all around me.”
Nova squeezes my hand as she nods, and we walk down to where the glass is. Brow raised, I glance at her in surprise as we move down the row to our seats.
“We are so close,” she agrees. “Levon always gets them great seats.”
Getting comfortable with Caleb and Lars on either side of us, I watch as everyone settles and the buzzer goes off.
The announcer begins to speak, announcing each player loudly as they skate onto the ice.
The home team goes first, and then Caleb and Lars begin to hoot and holler as they begin to announce the away players.
“Levon’s family are big hockey fans. They love watching him play. Since this team isn’t from Minneapolis, we don’t get to see him very often. He still leaves us tickets year round in case we want to watch other teams,” Caleb explains, leaning in beside me to talk to me.
Levon is a big fucker. Thick thighs, broad shoulders, and big hands. He looks like he could take someone the fuck out with very little trouble. Watching him skate out onto the ice is overwhelming, especially since so many players on the Knotty Puckers team are well built.
“That’s nice. They all look really fucking scary,” I mutter.
“I mean, I met him because I was breaking up a fight, Tyde. I may have gotten in a shot too since he was starting bullshit in my bar,” Caleb snorts. “I was so pissed. We bonded afterward and it was fine. He is a hot head though. He gets into fights pretty regularly.”
“Don’t they get in trouble for that?” I ask slowly, watching as the game begins.
“Yea, but it doesn’t stop the shit talking,” Lars says, leaning around Nova to talk.
“They call it chirping. It may seem random, but Levon will make people on the opposing team insane with his comments until they blow up. It’ll get whoever he wants into the penalty box so they can continue the game.
Though, sometimes it’s just because someone pissed in his coffee. ”
“Lovely,” Nova laughs. “I can’t say it doesn’t work though.”
“Levon believes that if it ain’t broken, don’t fix it,” Caleb says, nodding as a hockey player checks another into the wall. “Those are the boards, and fuck, look at number six go! Fuck yeah!”
“He’s a new player, and he’s on fire,” Lars explains. “Let’s go!”
I get pulled into the excitement, cheering when the Knotty Puckers score, and gasping when it looks like a fight may break out.
“Shit, I think that one is going to turn into something,” Caleb murmurs, his arm moving around me as he leans toward me.
My eyes widen because I’ve been the least affectionate with him in public. Sure, he’ll lick my cock while eating out our girl, but I feel like this is a big deal.
“Don’t overthink this,” he murmurs, his lips against the shell of ear as he watches the game. “Fuck, Levon doesn’t look happy.”
Struggling to follow the game, I swallow hard as I watch Levon begin a fight.
The other players continue the game, and I realize that Levon is fighting one of the big defensive players on the rival team.
This is keeping the player wide open from being protected, and he’s pushed out while the puck is slid to a powerhouse of an alpha.
“Think he’ll get it in?” Caleb asks, making me groan as I watch the puck get closer to the goal. These double entendres are going to fucking kill me.
“I don’t know,” I rasp. “Do you think it’ll slide in?”
Caleb groans softly in my ear, making me smirk as I adjust my cock. Sitting with an erection is rough, but being so close to Caleb is harder.
“I think it will,” he rasps, his hand moving to my thigh, where it travels up until he’s squeezing my cock so hard that my eyes roll back.
“Is Caleb making you feel good, baby?” Nova asks, lips twitching with amusement.
I can also smell her sweet slick, and I have to swallow back a groan as Lars wraps his arms around her while we stand to cheer, burying his face in her neck to inhale deeply.
I don’t blame him in the slightest since that’s where her scent is the strongest unless you’re burying your face in her pussy.
This is going to be a long fucking game. I’m tortured throughout it, and Caleb kisses me to celebrate every goal that is scored by the Knotty Puckers. I’m fairly certain I’m leaking precum, my knot is throbbing, and I have no idea how to follow hockey.
All I know is that the players are fucking hot, and this is the perfect sport to be edged at. Caleb stares pointedly at my erection smugly as we walk out while I roll my eyes, and Nova simply grins.
We had so much fun, I’m glad our relationship is progressing naturally. I really didn’t know what was going to happen, all I could do was go on faith that these alphas would make good on their promises to Nova and I.
The flow of people walking through the stadium to leave is overwhelming and I notice that Nova is plastered to my side with wide eyes.
“This way,” Lars says, noticing our discomfort.
Pulling open a door that states it’s only for employees, he leads us through empty hallways that are clearly separate from the public spaces we just came from. I can breathe easier as we walk, and I notice Nova straightening and her shoulders relaxing.
“Better?” Caleb asks, squeezing her hand. “I always forget how big the initial crush of people is to leave. Sorry, baby.”
“It’s okay,” she breathes. “It was just a lot and I felt like I couldn’t catch a breath. I avoid crowds, but this was a lot of fun. Levon did awesome tonight.”
“I’ll be sure to tell him,” Lars says, pulling out his phone to quickly text him. “You two will distract me if I don’t do it now.”
Nova and I smirk at each other because it’s nice to know that we hold some power over the brothers. I really am enjoying it though.
Before long, we’re walking out of the stadium at another exit, and we avoid all of the people by taking a longer route to the parking garage. It’s colder out tonight, and we huddle against each other for warmth as we take the elevator up to our vehicle.
Nova and I are caught up in each other as we chat, but I feel Lars and Caleb get very quiet all of a sudden. Their arms are thrown out in front of us to keep us from moving forward, and my heart begins to pound as a man steps out from behind the SUV.
“That’s not necessary, gentlemen,” he says smoothly as Lars and Caleb draw their guns on either side of us and aim them at him.
“With all due respect, I think it is,” I say unthinkingly. “Nothing good comes from those who hide in the darkness.”
Fuck, there I go, running my damn mouth.
NOVA
“Hello, Nico,” I say, squeezing Tyde’s hand before he says anything else. While he’s not wrong, I need to know why Nico Domino is here. “This is a sketchy place for a meeting. Do you blame my alphas for being wary?”
“I didn’t know you were packed up,” Nico says, stepping further out of the darkness. It also puts him closer to Caleb and Lars’ firearms, but it doesn’t look like he gives a shit. “I haven’t heard much about you in years though.”
“That was purposefully done,” I say coolly. I’m trying my best to channel my sister right now, but I definitely am not her. “I believe Hollis asked you to do something. Did you do it?”
“Damn, straight to the point, huh? I’m not sure I like how much she’s influencing you.”