by Lynn Hagen
“I saw that,” Tank stated as he walked in.
Blair stood there gaping.
“Busted.” Oliver chuckled.
“Come on.” Tank waved a hand at them. Oliver walked in and found the place was noisy with the kids running around yelling and playing. He ran across the gym and scooped up a ball and tossed it to Johnny.
“I have Cecil and Kyoshi,” Blair called.
“It’s cool. Come on, Keata.” Oliver waved over the little man who looked at him, confused. “We’re gonna kick butt,” he explained in simple terms.
“Kick butt,” Keata whooped.
Figures Maverick would be the one to toss the jump ball. Oliver had to stretch to reach it. He swatted it away from Blair as Johnny shot past him and grabbed it. Oliver shouted for him to dribble the ball as he ran and not hold it tightly to his chest.
After two time-outs, they finally got some of the rules established, Kyoshi trying his best to explain to Keata how to play. They gave Drew, Keata, and Johnny leeway.
Seems Johnny didn’t need leeway. He listened to the rules then played like a pro. Oliver was impressed. His teammate faked to the right then tossed the ball to Oliver, who made the basket, Keata chasing behind them. Oliver let the guy have the ball. Keata missed, but it was all in fun.
By the end of the game, they lost by two points. Of course, Blair’s team had to rub it in.
“Baby losers, baby losers.” Cecil was singing to them. Oliver flipped him off as he showed Keata how to flick his wrist when making a jump shot. Tank must have taken mercy on the little guy because he came over and lifted Keata up to make the basket. Keata shouted in delight.
“Let’s wrap it up, fellas.” Maverick shouted across the gym. Oliver wiggled a finger in his ear at the echo. The Alpha didn’t need to raise his voice. The deep timbre carried across the room just fine when spoken in a normal tone.
“Come on, losers. Time to go.” Blair tossed an arm over Oliver’s shoulder as they headed toward the door.
“May I?”
Oliver grinned when Micah asked Blair to take him. Blair pulled his arm free, allowing Micah to pull Oliver into his arms. “You have fun?”
“We lost. But it was fun.” Oliver looked around then leaned closer. “Can I get that spanking now?”
Micah reached his arm back and swatted Oliver’s backside.
“Not now! At home.” He rubbed his bottom as Micah led him outside.
“The Café.” Maverick announced, and Oliver groaned. Everyone was conspiring against him. He didn’t want to go to any stinking coffeehouse. He wanted to go home and get his bottom tanned.
He stomped his feet like a five-year-old outside the truck door. “I don’t wanna go.” He pouted at his mate.
“Anticipation is part of the fun.” Micah laughed.
Oliver jumped on his back, humping him repeatedly. He had wanted to do that for, like, forever. He didn’t give a damn who was watching.
“I think Oliver wants to go home.” Maverick shook his head. “The rest of us will go to the coffeehouse while the newly mated tear the sheets up.”
Oliver was in his own little world on Micah’s back. His mate walked over to one of the trucks he had been driving while Oliver humped away.
“I thought I was the pervert?” Blair shouted.
He waved his hand over his shoulder, not wanting to hear anything anyone had to say. The only thought on his mind was getting his mate home and naked. He was functioning off of one brain cell now as it was.
“You have to get down if I’m going to drive, Oliver.” Micah stood in the doorway of the truck. Oliver jumped down.
“Then hurry. I promised myself I wasn’t going to stop until my hips locked into place.”
Micah jumped into the truck, and Oliver ran around to get in. They fumbled to buckle their seatbelts as Micah threw the truck into reverse and raced home. Once they hit the gravel drive, Oliver tossed the belt off, unsnapping his jeans as he climbed out.
Micah slammed it into park, turning the motor off and leaving the keys where they were as he ran after his mate who was stripping across the front lawn.
He took the stairs two at a time, catching up to his mate and tossing him over his shoulder as he made a beeline for their room.
Once he slammed the door shut, he pulled his now naked mate from his shoulder and tossed him on the bed. Micah dropped to his knees and pulled Oliver’s cheeks apart. His mate was on all fours on the bed. His tongue lapped at the sweaty prize. The saltiness from his playing today adding to the musky scent.
“Spank me, Micah. Spank me.” Oliver groaned.
“With pleasure.” Micah swatted his ass a few times, his mate rocking from the sting. He grabbed the lube, slicking his cock, and then pushed in.
“Fuck,” Oliver shouted. “Warn a guy.”
Micah swatted both cheeks again. “Sorry, got a little too excited.” He pulled out.
“No,” Oliver cried.
“Turn over.” Micah waited while Oliver lay on his back. He grabbed a pillow and shoved it under Oliver’s ass. “Play with yourself.” His mate blushed deeply as Micah squirted some lube on Oliver’s cock to ease the friction.
Micah pushed his legs back, entering him once more. The erotic sex noises falling from his mate’s lips were driving him crazy. Oliver bowed his back and came as Micah locked eyes with him. “That’s it, baby,” Micah crooned. “Feed me your seed.”
Oliver’s hand shook as he lifted it to Micah’s lips, his eyes widening and his lips parting as Micah licked them clean. His tongue licked one long path across Oliver’s palm as he thrust harder. The taste of his mate in his mouth drove him over the edge. Lights burst behind his eyes as he came hard. He managed a few quick thrusts before satiation set in and he yawned.
Oliver rolled over, and all Micah could do was collapse onto the bed. His mate curled up next to him contently.
Micah pulled Oliver close. He had been debating how to approach the subject to his mate. Taking a deep breath, he said, “I was looking into something at the rec center while you were getting creamed.” Levity should help.
“What’s that?” Oliver sleepily asked.
“They offer counseling there. I mean, only if you want it. Just thought I’d throw that out there. You don’t have to decide now.” When his mate didn’t answer, Micah cursed. There was nothing in this world he wouldn’t do for Olivernothingbut he knew his mate’s problems were beyond his scope of expertise. He wouldn’t force his mate to go but hoped he’d at least consider it.
“Because of my dad?” Oliver asked in a childlike voice that tore at Micah’s heart.
“Yeah.”
“Will you go with me?”
“If you want me to, but I think Blair would be a better choice.” Micah pulled his mate closer, running his hands up and down his back. “You know you can’t mention anything about us being shifters.”
“Duh.”
Micah gently swatted his bottom. “So, you’ll go?”
“I’ll try it. I have a lot of anger still in me. I’ll ask Blair. I’m not sure if he’s ready. I’m not sure if I am, but I’ll try.”
“That’s all I can ask.” Micah rested his chin on Oliver’s head as he held him close. What their father had done to them was abhorrent. Kota may have let the man live, but Micah was seriously considering revoking that pass. How anyone could abuse their own child that way was beyond him.
Hopefully, the counseling would help heal his mate. Micah wanted to replace the betrayal and pain with love and acceptance in Oliver’s heart.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Lynn Hagen loves writing about the somewhat flawed, but lovable. She also loves a hero who can see past all the rough edges to find the shining diamond of a beautiful heart.
You can find her on any given day curled up with her laptop and a cup of hot java, letting the next set of characters tell their story.
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