Authors: Lynn Hagen
Oliver laughed. The relationship they used to have was slowly forming again. He hated the bitterness that he lived in. The bile that rose every time he thought of home. Oliver wanted to forget. He didn’t want to just live under the same roof as Blair. He wanted to live under it with his brother. “Nah. No list, but a good memory.”
“Dude, you had me going there for a minute.”
“You wanna go to the rec center and shoot some hoops?”
“Oh, no. The last time we shot hoops in the driveway you sprained your ankle and cried like a baby for weeks.”
Oliver began to laugh again. It was true. He had limped around whimpering and ordering Blair to do everything for him, claiming he was an invalid. The good times. Oliver sighed. “I won’t cry like a baby, promise.”
“In that case, bring it on, Olli.”
Oliver cringed. “Please don’t use that name around here.”
“Why not,
Olli
?” Blair jumped up as Oliver chased him down. He would be mortified if the others found out his nickname from home. Blair laughed as he raced down the hall. Oliver came to a screeching stop when the Alpha appeared in the hallway right outside his office. The guy just intimidated the hell out of him.
“Where’s the fire, Olli?” Maverick smirked.
Damn wolves and their superior hearing. He couldn’t very well yell at Maverick to not call him that. Could he?
Blair was standing behind Maverick, sticking his tongue out at Oliver.
“Put your tongue back in your mouth, Blair.” Maverick winked at Oliver. How the heck did he do that? Blair’s eyes widened as his tongue shot back into his mouth.
“I’ll gather the other mates for the rec center.” Maverick chuckled as he walked away.
“Dude, he’s one scary beast,” Blair said with awe.
“You think he’s scary? Try getting one of Micah’s famous lectures. Now that’s scarier then Grandma coming at you with big, lipstick-smeared lips wanting a kissy-wissy.”
Blair threw his head back and laughed. Oliver chest shook with the laughter bubbling up and out. He was happy. It felt good.
“My mate wanting to go to the rec center?”
Oliver breathed a sigh as Micah wrapped his arms around his chest from behind. Nothing in the world felt as good as this.
Blair air dribbled a fake ball, jumped up, and made a shot. “Nope, he wants to go get spanked.”
“I can do that right upstairs,” Micah whispered in his ear. Oliver’s face was on fire from the sexual purr Micah put into his words. He knew his brother saw when Blair grinned from ear to ear.
“Perv,” Oliver mouthed at Blair.
“Big time, buddy. Didn’t you know?” Blair smiled and slapped Oliver in his abdomen before walking away.
Oliver squeaked when his ass was pinched. Micah chuckled. Hands began to rub the offended area. “Do you want a spanking?” The question was asked so low and seductively that drool ran down Oliver’s chin. He could feel Micah’s hard on pressing into his ass.
Oh god, Oliver was melting right there in the hallway. His cock was hard and throbbing behind his pants. “Ah-ha.” Oliver nodded as Micah’s rubbing hands continued around to his front and gripped his cock. His mate squeezed, and Oliver whimpered.
“Ball first,” Blair yelled down the hallway.
“Cock blocker,” Oliver mumbled. He shook his right leg out, hoping to ease the raging hard on he was sporting.
“Did he just say to play with your balls first?” Micah asked as he cupped Oliver‘s.
Oliver’s head fell back onto Micah. He was so close to orgasming in the hallway that he had to pull his groin out of his mate’s grasp. “Gotta…um…yeah.” Oliver walked away in a daze. He could hear his mate chuckling once again behind him.
His brother was laughing as he came around the corner. He knew he was wearing a big goofy grin on his face and walking like he was drunk, but he didn’t care. Micah wanted him.
“What’s wrong with you?” Drew asked as he walked up.
Blair leaned down and whispered into Drew’s ear as the smaller mate began to blush. His mouth rounded into an
O
.
Oliver ignored them. He followed everyone else out to the trucks, his erection softening. Thank goodness. Johnny crawled in next to him. “Hey, Oliver.”
Oliver was glad he got along with the mates now. He thought for sure most of the mates would hate him after the way he acted when he first arrived here, something that didn’t sit well with him. He wasn’t the monster he had made himself out to be. He was just hurting at the time. He still did, but he was slowly dealing with that with Micah’s help.
“Hey, shorty.”
Johnny beamed up at him. “I like that.”
Oliver
was
nine inches taller than him. As far as mates went, only Blair matched his height at six one. “You gonna shoot some hoops with us?”
“I never played. Can you teach me?”
“I’ll do better than that. You can be on my team.” Oliver winked at him.
“Really? Nobody’s ever picked me before to be on their team.” Johnny sat next to him, bubbling with excitement.
Oliver shook his head. “You can be my permanent team partner. How’s that?”
Johnny bounced up and down in the seat, his arms raised above his head. “I’m Oliver’s teammate,” he proclaimed to anyone who was listening.
The three trucks pulled into the parking lot of the rec center. All the mates gathered outside the door.
Tank stopped Oliver and Blair from going inside. “I have to check first.”
Blair soured his face up and silently mimicked the warrior. Oliver threw a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing.
“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.