Page 28 of Knot Mine

Laughing, I place my hands on my hips. “Well…I do play football for Oakley U.”

“Doing and teaching are two very different things.” He chuckles. He was an older beta with a small pot belly and deep laughter lines carved into his craggy face. “Have you thought about coaching as a future option?”

Stretching out my arms, I grunt. “With all due respect I’m just trying to make it to graduation.”

Jason knew who I was, who my family were but I appreciated him trying to show me the other options out there. Could you imagine my parents' reaction if I decided to pivot and coach high school football or something like that? My papa might actually faint from the shock.

“Fair enough. You’re one of our best volunteers, kid. Keep it up.” Another shoulder clap as he waves over at another one of the coaches from one of the other districts. “Why don’t you hit the showers and we’ll see you next week.”

The showers at the community center were upgraded last year, thanks to a special donation and I have never been more grateful as I turn the dial and let the water run hot. I wonder if my parents even realize that I’d used some of the money from my trust to pay for the work.

The wide tiled cubicle fills with steam while I strip out of my clothes. Stepping under the scorching water, I exhale deeply, letting my body relax. I lather up the shower wash before letting my hands move down my abs, following the lines of my body as I think about the coming weekend.

How was I supposed to leave here and spend four hours in the car with Shiloh Vos?

Forced proximity was no joke. We’d be close enough that I could touch him.

Catch the soft sweet scent that seemed to linger around him sometimes. Was it his body wash? An enclosed space was a badidea and yet I can feel my heart rate picking up at the thought of it.

Wrapping a hand around my hard cock, I groan. Would he bring up the blowjob incident? Or would we both gloss over and pretend it never happened? Pretend that he had never seen me come? Will we both ignore the fact that having him watch didn’t turn me off and made me come quicker?

Fuck, my balls are tight against my body. How was it that even thoughts of him seem to affect me like this?

Shiloh isn’t the only one I’ve been avoiding, I’ve barely seen Millie either. It was hardly the longest we’d gone without sex, but for some reason my body was oversensitive, as I chased my orgasm with unapologetic frenzy. I needed release. I needed a clear head and empty balls if I was going to survive this car ride with any sort of sanity intact.

I try telling myself that my cock is throbbing because I’m thinking about Millie on her knees with her soft skin and perky tits.… but I was willing to bet that Shiloh’s skin was just as soft. I was jacking my cock to thoughts of my omega girlfriend…and her beta brother. Mostly the brother.I was going to hell.

As I spill over the glossy slick tiles, I duck my head under the water. Was it possible to drown yourself in the shower?Fuck.I was fucked in the head.

Standing there until I hear someone else enter the changing rooms, I reluctantly climb out and get dressed. Moment of madness finished and thoughts of Shiloh naked and soft locked away in the furthest parts of my mind, I sling my bag onto my shoulder before fishing out my phone.

The others landed in Crest Haven at lunch time, and since I’d been busy refereeing the matches and running drills, I hadn’t had a chance to check my phone.

I ignore most of my notifications, but my attention snags on a message on PikSnap waiting for me, amongst the texts. It’s apicture of Millie, wearing shades, a silver bralette and making a kissy face. Her curls are half twisted and pinned up on her head. In pink she’s typed out, ‘Feeling cute. Miss you.’

Something twists in my gut.

How could I have thoughts about her brother?

What was wrong with me?

Dropping my bag back onto the floor, I shove open a stall door and throw up until my throat is raw and my stomach muscles ache.

Chapter Eleven

Shiloh

“I’m here for Millie,” Zale says as he kicks at the snow starting to stick on the street. It turns out Bell was right after all as I glance around the man on my doorstep to where large snowflakes are starting to fall.

There’s something off about the alpha, his hair is damp and if he’s freshly showered but his usually golden skin is looking a little pale and sickly and there are bags under his eyes. Pulling his coat tighter around himself he avoids my confused stare.

I hadn’t even said anything to him, simply pulled open the front door when he knocked, almost shaking the damn thing off its hinges with his pounding. Did he not realize how strong he was? Or did he do it on purpose? Was it some sort of way to assert his alpha authority?

“No shit.” Scoffing, I turn to grab my backpack and my keys. I would be the one driving since we were going in my car, so I’d gone for comfort over style when I’d dressed earlier. I‘d chosen a dark green crew neck jumper, with a black checkered scarf to hide my mark which was now almost a purple red color, and a pair of dark burnt orange cotton chinos, folded up at the ankle and a pair of slip-on sneakers. “In what world would I assume you were here for me?”

Packing light always made things easier and I didn't need to take a lot with me since I had a full wardrobe at the lodge. My parents liked to keep the properties on this side of the country stocked with all our necessities. They thought it would make them feel more like ‘homes away from home’ when they dragged us around the world for their work. Even if they didn’t, there was usually a house manager or staff on hand who could make sure we had the items we needed.

Zale rubs the back of his neck, “I just don’t want you to get the wrong idea.”

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