Chapter 4 #3
“The only reason he’d be so against alphas is if there’s been some kind of abuse,” I say gently.
“There’s not much known about his home life outside of what he’s told the press.
We know shit can be rough for omegas. But this goes beyond that.
Koen is always in defensive mode. This report also says he hasn’t been in a relationship in years, though he’s had a few hook ups with beta males.
The media doesn’t know he’s gay, and it appears he’s not publicly out yet. ”
“Will his family not approve?” Rhodes asks. “Sky, I have more and more questions the further we dig.”
“I do too. However, we’re not competing with another pack for his affections, which is decent news. We need to push to be around him more. I know we’re on the same team, but he’s impossible to talk to. We may need to become more accessible to the team, and that means inviting them out.”
“I don’t mind being sociable for the cause,” he admits. “Are you thinking about more charity work, brand deals, what? I think we’ll photograph well together. How are we going to get into his space? Even if we all go out for a drink after a game, he could refuse to go or ignore us.”
“Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it,” I say, amused by how his brain works.
They’re all smart options. “I’ll put the idea into Edna’s head that we would do more with Koen.
He has a soft spot for kids, and apparently he really likes dogs as well.
He travels too much for a pet, but we can set up time to volunteer with him.
As for that drink, he prefers a Moscow mule over beer.
Apparently, the report says he likes the bite of the ginger beer. ”
“Got it,” Rhodes says, nodding. I can tell that he’s repeating this tidbit of information to himself to solidify it, and I give him an extra beat before I continue.
“His favorite food is loaded French fries when he’s off season, and his favorite meal prep meal is an avocado taco bowl,” I say. “He loves the color blue, and Fishman sent me the code to watch his security cameras. An apartment doesn’t feel safe enough to me for his heats.”
“I wonder what his flavor is. So he’s definitely not suppressing his heats?” Rhodes asks.
“Funny enough, I don’t know what his favorite fruit is.
It doesn’t appear as if he’s suppressing his heats from what I’m seeing here,” I reply.
“The cream won’t hit his bloodstream so he can get away with it, and he doesn’t take as much as acetaminophen more often than prescribed. Koen isn’t taking anything else.”
“Good,” he growls. “So now, we just need to force ourselves into his space regularly until he realizes we’re not out to hurt him.”
“Correct,” I say. “Ugh, and we also need to find a more permanent place to live. I fucking hate living out of a hotel.”
“Me too,” he sighs. “At least we get a couple meals that are decent at the rink. The nutritionist is on our asses to eat well, but having to hit up the protein rich restaurant on the corner every day is making me insane.”
“Let’s see what our little omega is doing while I check our emails from the real estate agent,” I decide, pulling up the video feed on my computer.
Neither of us really enjoy reality television shows, which is all that’s currently on at four in the afternoon. Rhodes likes to watch old rom-coms or murder mysteries, so watching our omega is a better option right now.
I don’t want to hear about the reasons why the cops fucked up a case at the moment, and Rhodes gets really hyped during a show. I personally think it’s adorable typically, but I need to focus on these damn emails.
Rhodes’ eyes are glued greedily to the eight cubes that are windows to Koen’s life while I log into the app on my phone.
“Ugh, he’s walking around in boxers,” Rhodes groans. “He’s rarely naked in the locker room. Maybe that’s creepy to notice, but we’re all running around with our cocks out. Why is he so careful?”
“I noticed that too. He’s always completely ready to go by the time we come into the lockers, or he’s one of the last to leave at practice.
At games, he’s always quick to shower and get ready,” I mumble, my eyes on my phone as I scroll through my emails.
“It’s another reason I wonder if there’s some kind of abuse that’s happened to him. ”
The sound of something breaking has me breathing in deeply. Yeah, I feel the same way, baby.
“I could be wrong,” I remind him.
“You rarely are,” Rhodes complains. “He has a sketch book. I want to know what he’s drawing, but the camera isn’t in the right place.”
Glancing up, I see that he’s right. Well damn, I want to know too.
“You’re a bad influence,” I mutter, my lips twisting in amusement to take away the sting of my words. “Ah, Tracey sent us four new listings.”
“Anything good?” Rhodes asks, cuddling closer to me.
When I don’t say anything, he sighs.
“I know you’re working on it,” he mumbles, kissing my jaw. I know he enjoys the scruff of my beard, I promise myself I’ll have him ride my face later today to work out some of the angry energy he has.
“There’s a four bedroom house with a basement near the hockey complex,” I say finally. Games happen in the stadium five miles from the complex, but it’s still pretty close.
We also found a car we love. It’s a steel blue Jeep Gladiator, and fucking perfect for the snowy weather here. We can also take the top off when it’s warmer too. For now, we decided to buy one car because we’re always together. It doesn’t make sense to buy another.
“There’s a hidden room in this house,” I say, surprised as I read the notes from Tracey. “It’s behind the closet in the main bedroom, and is meant to be a nest or a secret office. There’s apparently a growing trend of having secret rooms in the newer builds in this area.”
“I can dig it,” Rhodes murmurs. “How’s the closet space?”
“Baby, only you can tell me that,” I snort, laughing. “The other places are too small. Let’s see if we can see this house today, yeah?”
“Fuck yes,” he says. “Ugh. Why is it even sexy when he scratches his balls? It’s seriously wrong.”
“You are obsessed,” I tease him. Connecting the call to Tracey, I force myself to concentrate. “Hi, it’s Skylar Reynolds. Rhodes and I just looked through the houses you sent us. Would it be possible to see the four bedroom in person today?”
“I just sent them over,” Tracey says, sounding surprised. Yeah, we aren’t playing hard to get over here, and I don’t really care. “I can meet you there in about twenty minutes if that’s alright? It’s vacant and ready to move in.”
Hell yes. That’s what I like to hear. Although…
“How long has it been vacant?” I ask quickly. Places that have been empty for a while can sometimes have their own issues.
“Two months,” she replies. “The family broke up due to some unsavory circumstances and they decided to sell the house.”
Huh. I wonder if there was cheating involved. It’s none of my business. I shouldn’t ask any more questions.
“We’ll see you soon,” I say with a small wince. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. What you said gave me more questions than not.”
“You’re right to ask,” Tracey says. “The house actually belongs to a hockey player. He doesn’t play in Minnesota, and the story of what happened isn’t completely clear. His wife swears he cheated, but I’m not getting those vibes.”
Ah, a very jealous type of woman. It’s hard to be with someone like that when your husband is always on the road.
“Thank you for explaining,” I finally say. “I thought I had stuck my foot in my mouth.”
“It’s human nature to be curious,” Tracey says easily. “I’ll see you soon.”
Hanging up, I blow out a breath and check the video feed. Koen tosses the sketch book to the side and his hand rubs his cock as his head drops back on the pillow with a hiss. The triangle of his pelvis dips under his boxers, and then he’s pushing them down to expose his dick.
My jaw drops in shock as I have a perfect view of his thick, curved shaft.
I need to give Fishman a huge tip for putting that camera where he did.
“Is that a piercing?” Rhodes breathes, leaning forward to see better.
There’s actually several that appear to go up in a ladder under his shaft. My mouth waters as I imagine what he’d taste like and Rhodes groans beside me.
“Why isn’t there audio on this thing,” I grumble, watching as his slick pushes out of the slit of Koen’s shaft. The video is crisp and I decide to make sure that I ask Fishman to reverse all ownership to these video feeds to me. I don’t want anyone else to see my omega like this.
Koen’s fist drags his slick down his cock to lubricate it better, and his lips part as he begins to pant.
“Think he’s thinking of us?” Rhodes growls, making me gasp.
“Fuck, I hope so,” I say. “We’re going to be late if we don’t leave soon.”
Neither one of us moves as Koen drags the fingers on his opposite hand through his slick before he pushes them into his asshole. His boxers are kicked off about the same time, and we have a great view of him finger fucking and stretching his tight hole.
“Fuck,” Rhodes whimpers. “I’m not sure if I should thank the baby Jesus or the cute little devil who likes to sit on my shoulder. Come on, baby. Add another finger. You know you need it. Stretch that hole for Daddy.”
I bite my lip as Koen’s mouth goes slack as he does exactly as Rhodes begs. His breaths come faster as he fucks his hand, his fingers pushing deep into his ass to hit his prostate. Watching him fall apart on the video is so goddamned hot, even if it is fiercely forbidden.
It’s not every day that an omega has his apartment wired for video, but fuck me for not also asking for sound too. Koen’s head drops back as his feet dig into the cushions of the couch and he spills all over his abs.
“What I wouldn’t give to clean him up,” Rhodes says dreamily. His scent is so strong right now, and my eyes cross as all I can smell is pineapples.
Fuck, we’re gonna be so late. Swallowing hard, I close the laptop and shoot Fishman a text to remove himself from the feed. He’s not a pervert, even if he does have very loose morals. I would beat the fuck out of him if he saw Koen in such a vulnerable state.
This belongs to Rhodes and me only.
“Ugh, my dick hurts,” I groan, standing. “Up and at ‘em, baby. We have a house to explore. I want to put an offer in if we like it.”
That gets Rhodes moving with a grin, and I’m glad we’re already dressed. Ready or not, we’re making moves to make you ours, little omega.