Chapter 6 #2
I ride the bench as I watch my team lose their lead, but Greggs manages to score just before the end of the game.
Thank fuck. That’s why he’s our captain.
Blowing out a breath, I slap him on the back as I follow the spill of my teammates out onto the ice, but I am plagued by how damn close that was.
Our goalie is a little down as we congratulate the other team on a good game despite their scowls, and we all trudge back to the locker room.
“You did great,” I remind Teagan.
“I almost cost us the game,” he sighs, pulling off his helmet. “I didn’t defend my crease the way I should have, and I need to do better.”
“You’re too hard on yourself,” Greggs says, pulling off his pads.
“Greggs, hurry up,” Nancy calls into the room with her eyes averted.
“Got it, boss!” he says. “Shake it off, Teagan. We won, and that’s what matters. We win and lose as a team.”
Teagan still looks bummed even as he nods, and I know he’s going to take this personally. Goalies are always the first to beat themselves up when we lose our lead. Nothing we say will pull him out of it, but he’ll shake it off by our next game in two days. He always does.
We’re on the road for that game, and we’re headed to Atlanta. At least it’s not very far of a drive, and we’ll be back the same night.
Stripping off my gear, I walk naked into the showers with my caddy of toiletries and my hair loose at my shoulders. I get made fun of for it, but I don’t like to use what’s offered by the team owner.
“Want to grab a drink with us?” Reynolds asks as I step into the spray of water.
Groaning as the heat soothes my muscles, I shake my head. I know I got off easy, despite the split lip. Some of my teammates are cooling down in ice baths or being seen by the physical therapist. That man’s hands are weapons. It’s always a test not to cry when he digs his fingers into your muscles.
No fucking thank you.
“I’m going to pass tonight. I’m beat,” I admit.
I need to lick my wounds too. I don’t know what the fuck Pack Mayor was thinking. I’m fairly certain Coach gave them passes to get to the locker room area, and I need to figure out how to have a conversation with him about this.
“Gentleman, cover your bits!”
“No fucking way,” I breathe. Silas’ voice is clear and loud as he walks through the locker room, and the guys around me chuckle.
“Who’s the fox, and who are you looking for?” Walker asks, getting dressed in front of his cubby. He likes to be the first in and out.
“Evans. Has he left yet?” Silas asks.
“Good luck with that,” Reynolds says, shutting off the water. “Yo, he’s in here!”
“Traitor,” I grumble as he chuckles.
“If this guy can fix your grumpiness, then I’m all for it.”
“What if he’s the cause of it?” I ask.
“Then he still deserves a chance,” Reynolds says, his eyes widening as Silas steps into the shower area.
The alpha looks just as incredible as he did earlier, but there’s a wild look in his green eyes that wasn’t there earlier. I have a feeling this conversation will go differently than the one we had earlier.
Silas folds his arms over his chest as everyone else quickly finishes up and leaves the showers, while I roll my eyes and begin to lather my hair with shampoo.
“Your hair is still long,” he observes.
“Someone offered to cut it and never followed through,” I mutter, tilting my head back to rinse off.
My cock is less interested in ignoring Silas and it begins to show off as it thickens and lengthens. I got a cock ring through my crown last year as a fuck you to Ella. She always wanted me to get one, and I refused because I didn’t think it was necessary.
I wanted the pain to remind me I didn’t want to date or have anything to do with women. It’s funny how pettiness works, isn’t it?
“We need to talk, Troy,” Silas says. “We got caught up helping someone and it ate up a lot of our time.”
“I don’t need an explanation because we’re…I don’t even fucking know,” I say, shaking my head in annoyance as I pick up my soap. If I’m more forceful as I scrub, then so be it.
Silas watches as I drag my hand across my chest and down my stomach, and he openly palms his cock through his trousers as he enjoys the show my dick is putting on for him. I haven’t even masturbated in two years, and here I am with precum sliding down my shaft.
My libido is clearly rearing its head, and I still don’t know if this is a good idea or not.
“We hit pause and didn’t have a chance to tell you,” he growls.
The locker room is suspiciously quiet, and I wonder if it’s because my teammates are listening to our conversation or they’ve already cleared out.
“Lyle, Easton, and I got involved in someone else’s mess, Troy.
We have a problem letting people drown when we can offer them help. Call it a fatal flaw if you would.”
“Should you be talking about this here?” I ask, my hand continuing to move until it’s circling my cock. I can’t bring myself to quickly wash it and move on, and instead squeeze it to the point of pain, which is exactly the way I like it.
“The water is loud enough that no one can hear.” Silas stays outside of the water that’s glistening all over the large shower room, as if he’s trying to decide something. “Remember how you joked about someone needing our guest house?”
“Mmhmm.” Fuck, why does this feel so good? My hand continues to fist my cock, and I curse myself for not being able to stop.
“She was staying there with her stepsister, and she was really sick. I snuck out to deliver your food—”
“The three of you hate to see people suffer,” I remind him. “I’m not upset that you chose to help someone. I’m pissed you couldn’t be bothered to pick up the goddamned phone.”
“Burn!” Reynolds yells, making me roll my eyes.
“I really don’t want to have this conversation with so many people listening,” I grumble, continuing to wash my body. “I want to be an adult about this and you’re not allowing me to do that. Go back to saving the world and shit.”
“We’re done now,” Silas smirks, kicking off his shoes. “Fuck being an adult. We screwed up, and as soon as we came up for air, we realized how much time actually has gone by. It’s unforgivable, but I’m still asking for forgiveness.”
I swallow hard as he begins to strip off his clothes, tossing them outside of the shower room as he goes.
“Can we get a little privacy, gentlemen? I plan to pull very lewd and loud sounds from your teammate,” he says, standing naked before me. “I have some groveling to do with his cock in my mouth.”
The spit in my mouth dries as I stare at him, and I listen as the rest of my teammates loudly clear out of the locker room.
“Have fun, Evans!” Reynolds yells as he’s the last to leave. I can’t help the embarrassed smile that passes over my lips, and I’m shocked they actually left.
Fuck, I don’t even know if they all managed to shower or not. The physical therapist is at least further away so he won’t hear anything.
Thank fuck for that, because I’m already going to have a hard time meeting my teammates’ eyes without blushing later as it is.
“We do have a bit of a savior complex,” Silas admits, walking toward me slowly. “We were also already involved, so we had to see it through. We had eyes on you. We saw you every day, even if you didn’t see us.”
“Stalkers,” I mutter. I should ask how they saw me, but I forget how to think or speak.
Silas has the body of an ex-hockey player who still works out. His chest is well muscled, and all of his tan skin is fucking edible. His hand slides up my chest before he hesitates for a moment.
“If you don’t want me to do something, say the word red and I’ll immediately stop,” he growls. “You may enjoy my touch, but I don’t want to press my luck. I’m going to kiss you and suck your soul out from your cock. You good with that?”
“Ah… fuck yes,” I breathe, shuddering with need. “I haven’t… I mean…”
“Words,” he chuckles.
“I haven’t even touched myself in two years,” I mumble. “Not till today. I’m not going to last long.”
“Don’t care. I just want to taste you,” he murmurs, moving his hand to fist my hair. “You’re also coming home with us tonight. I need to fix this mess before you play again. I left too many loose ends, and I don’t like it.”
His lips press against mine before I can say a word, and I find myself wrapping my arms around him as he devours me. His tongue is greedy as it pushes its way past my teeth and he sucks and licks as he kisses me.
“Damn. I don’t know why, but I definitely wasn’t expecting this,” Lyle says behind me.
My eyes widen, and Silas grins against my lips before he pulls away.
“When you fuck up big, you grovel on your knees,” he says, sinking slowly down until he hits the tile floor. I’m wearing my shower slides out of habit, but Silas clearly doesn’t give a fuck as he lifts my thick cock and drags his tongue along the underside of it.
My eyes rise to find Easton and Lyle watching us with rapt attention, and I feel a bit like prey as Silas sucks on the crown of my cock with a groan.
“It’s been a long time since Silas has had to grovel,” Easton murmurs. “I’m usually the fuck up between the three of us.”
“We’re really sorry we didn’t call or text,” Lyle adds.
“You’ve been…keeping track of me though?” I ask, my eyes hooding as I sink my fingers into Silas hair. “Silas…I need to move.”
His response to this is to push himself further down my shaft without gagging at all as I fucking whimper. Goddamn, I should be stronger than this, but my anger is gone. Silas explained what I need to know.
That girl’s business is her own, and I understand how deeply their sense of community and need to assist those who need it runs. It’s one of the things I appreciate most about these men. I can’t get salty over not being their only priority.
My hips begin to move, sliding my cock in and out of Silas’ mouth as I groan. The water continues to flow over us, and his dark hair almost appears black as it gets wet.