Chapter 8 #2
The alphas who are my new roommates will definitely hear and smell me if I fucked my fist anywhere near them.
I make sure to walk into the elevator and the doors shut before I root through my bag for my scent blocking cream.
I decided to get something stronger than my usual this morning, and this is the first time I’m using it.
I don’t like to apply my cream in public, because it looks like I’m snorting something as I rub it under my nose. The last thing I need is for the officials to be told that I’m doing cocaine or something.
My nostril hairs burn a little at how strong this cream is, but I figure that’s normal for something new. I’ve been using the other cream for so long, I’m worried that it’s less effective than it once was.
As I walk through the doors into the garage my phone vibrates in my hand. Putting away the tube of my bizarre secret, I glance at it to find there’s a text from an unknown number.
Unknown
Hey roomie. It’s Rhodes. The address is 4135 Bluebird Drive. We’re on our way home now since we have company coming over soon. What do you need?
Me
A shower and a change of clothes would be great. I look like I wet myself because I fell into the water.
It doesn’t escape my notice that he didn’t act like I was a guest in his home. Even though Edna went through the trouble of the phone tree, I haven’t put the new numbers into my device yet. It feels as if I never stop moving long enough to do it.
I’m also worried that having their numbers in my phone would be too much temptation for me. I can’t semi ignore how hot Skylar and Rhodes are while I’m working, but I’m afraid that they’re beginning to wear me down.
I’m so fucked.
I look through my car for a towel that’s thankfully clean and put it on my seat to keep it from getting wet. Fuck, this day is enjoying adding insult to injury.
I plug the address into my GPS and get going, ignoring any further messages.
The weather is frigid, despite my hoodie and sweatpants now that they’re wet.
The slides are definitely fucking with my ability to keep warm as well.
They were just something to throw on to get home, and wet socks fucking suck.
I’m shivering despite the heater running as I drive to Skylar and Rhodes’ house, and I desperately need to stop chattering before I break a tooth. It would figure that what hockey hasn’t managed to do, the elements will instead.
I’m fully aware of how dramatic I’m being, but I can’t help it. I’ve lost everything that I own due to the flood, and I’m feeling pathetic.
There’s a gate in front of the community, and I nervously give my name. I’m a complete mess, but to his credit, the security guard ignores it. He takes my driver license, takes a photo of it, and then I’m on my way.
The houses are all really nice as I drive through the streets, and I find myself relaxing slightly. These feel like homes where people live, and there are even kids biking around with their parents. This is very different from my apartment without any soul.
I can tell these homes are probably covered in the artwork of their kids, and that they may even have parents that eat dinner with them. I had a lot of nights where my sister and I would heat up whatever was meal prepped while my parents worked double shifts up until high school.
I know they did the best they could with what they had, but I definitely missed the ‘how was your day’ aspect after school. Sometimes, I wouldn’t see my mom or dad for several days until they got a break in their schedule. That’s why I appreciate their support.
My sister works at an orchestra in Boston, and still happily plays the violin to this day.
She teaches classes for extra money, picks up serving jobs as necessary, but fucking loves the thrill of playing and swears she doesn’t mind.
We didn’t take a damn thing for granted, especially not when they could attend a performance or hockey game.
I almost miss the house, and wince as I slam on the brakes and pull into the driveway beside a Jeep. It’s a four car driveway and huge, with plenty of space for people to park on the street. Happy to finally be able to get out of my vehicle, I groan as I get out and grab my bag.
There’s not much inside unfortunately, but at least it has my essentials. Locking up the SUV, I walk up to the door and ring the bell. The porch is charming, and I can tell it’ll be really pretty in the spring if they prep the soil.
Shaking my head at the thought, I remind myself that I’m not here for long. I’ll figure out who’s fucking with my things and then move out. Ugh, not to mention, the apartment complex is probably going to charge me out the ass for the damage.
Lovely.
“Hey,” Rhodes says, his eyes moving over me. “I’m sorry about the flooding at your place. Let’s get you up to your room so you can shower. You look kind of rough.”
“I feel like I’m wearing a diaper,” I groan honestly. “I’m also freezing.”
“Move your ass, Rhodes, or I’m gonna spank it!” Skylar yells.
“He likes to threaten to do that a lot, doesn’t he?” I observe mechanically.
I don’t think my filter works anymore.
“This house is filter free,” Rhodes smirks.
“Ugh, I said that out loud, didn’t I?” I ask. “That’s pretty bad.”
“Doesn’t matter to me,” he says, ushering me inside. It’s nice and toasty, but I still can’t stop my muscles from locking up and my teeth from chattering. “As for the spanking, it’s not a threat if I like it. It’s more…a promise.”
I can’t pretend the next shiver is from the deep chill I’m feeling because I also perfume. Fuck me, just let the floor swallow me whole, please.
Rhodes’ nostrils flare at my scent, but he’s gentleman enough not to comment on it as he leads me upstairs.
“This is your room,” he says, swinging open the door. “We decided to at least put a bed in each room just in case while we’re slowly furnishing the house, but outside of that, we haven’t had time to do more than unpack our storage unit.”
“It’s fine,” I say, waving his words aside. The sun floods this room with light still since it’s just beginning to set, and I get a really good view out the windows.
The room is a decent size with a bathroom through one of the open doors and a closet.
“I left you clothes on the bed, and I have to say we have really good water pressure,” he says with a grin. “The temperature is decent too so that’ll help you warm up. Now, I’m going to let you go before you completely turn into a popsicle, but everything you should need is in the bathroom.”
“Thank you,” I say earnestly, already walking toward the bathroom. I pull my wet sweatshirt over my head, and I hear him inhale sharply.
However, by the time I get free of the clothing, he’s already gone and the door is shutting. Shrugging, I finish stripping and hurry to the bathroom to turn the shower on as warm as possible.
Standing in the hot stream of water does make me sleepy, just like I was worried it would.
My movements are sluggish as I clean up, and the towel is fluffy and just out of the dryer when I shut off the water and reach for it.
Groaning as if I just spontaneously combusted from how soft the towel is, I run it over my skin until I’m completely dry.
I can feel exhaustion tugging at me as I brush my teeth, and I know there’s no way I’m going to be able to handle being around my team without falling asleep. Knowing they’ll all soon hear about my shit storm of an afternoon, I pull on a pair of sweatpants and climb into bed.
This mattress is fucking heaven and fluffy like a cloud. I never want to get up again.
Goodnight cruel world, I don’t even fucking care that the sun is shining in my eyes, I just put my pillow over my head and pass out.
Rhodes
Holy fuck knots does Koen look good sleeping under my roof. The soft rope ties hold his arms up over his head to the headboard and his ankles underneath the mattress. I made this bed intentionally, and now the universe is rewarding me for it.
He’s also snoring lightly with a huge erection tenting Skylar’s sweatpants. I’ve never been more jealous of an article of clothing before now. My clothing are all too big for him, unless he wants to wear my sweatshirt as a dress.
My lips curl up in amusement for a moment before smoothing out. I have something very serious that I need to do now: cuddle an unconscious omega. Crawling between Koen’s spreadeagled legs, I curl my large body up the best I can before laying my head on his cock.
His scent is deeper here, and I have to stifle a moan before rubbing my cheek on his erection.
“Rhodes,” Skylar hisses, his arms crossed over his chest.
Glancing at him guiltily, I flirt with Daddy and stick my tongue out at him like the brat that I am. I was hoping he wouldn’t catch me, but it took forever to arrange Koen’s body the way I wanted him.
“Shhh,” I say, pretending to be Sky. He hushes me often. “Be very quiet. I’m cuddling an omega.”
“You sound like a hunter from a fucking cartoon!” he hisses.
“Don’t be a snake, Daddy,” I say with a lazy grin as I bask in Koen’s unique scent. When he sleeps, it’s a mixture of both peaches and tobacco, and completely intoxicating.
Koen shifts under my head slightly in his sleep, grunting as I rub my cheek harder against his covered cock. I can tell his slit is leaking with slick just by the scent, and Skylar groans softly.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he whispers.
“But what a way to go, Daddy.”
“Don’t be surprised when he wakes up screaming,” he warns me, walking away.
I really want to ask him to make pancakes, but I’m already pushing his limits.
The rope makes his muscles flex as he attempts to pull his arms down, and his tattoos look really fucking good as they shift. He has a dragon on his forearm that’s drawn in great detail, and hockey sticks over his biceps. It may be a little cliche, but his life is hockey.
He lives, breathes, and shits it.