Page 43 of Pack End Game

I cough out a laugh, unable to hold back.

I'm staying out of this one.

"Glad you're staying on, Trevor," I nod to him and hurry into the locker room, leaving them to finish rounding out the details of the new agreement. I don't want my stamp of approval anywhere near the plan, no matter how much I agree that Simon the Sloth could use a bath.

I'm dressed in only my compression shorts when Spencer joins me in the locker room a few short minutes later. Most of our teammates are already dressed for practice and preparing to head out to the field.

Spencer's gaze sweeps over me, and there's a hunger there as he walks toward me.

His locker is a few down from mine. He brushes against me as he passes me. The only touching we dare engage in when our teammates are all around. Still, his eyes drag down my body in a way that feels just as intimate as a touch.

He opens his locker and then turns back to me, tugging his sweatshirt over his head. The locker room is quickly clearing out now, but I know we still won't cross any lines. We're always careful not to let our personal lives impact our relationships with our teammates too much. We never want to make anyone else uncomfortable or envious.

Not all of our teammates have packs of their own.

"You did a good job with our omega yesterday," Spencer says quietly.

His praise makes me lightheaded, joy blooming in my chest. Praise from the alpha always feels incredible. Especially when he's looking at me like this. He looks ready to have me for a mid-morning snack, and if we were alone, I would let him bend me over one of the benches in the locker room.

I have to look away for a second, or I'm going to say something reckless in the middle of our workplace.

Instead, I focus on getting dressed in my clothes for practice. I do pause to say, "She deserved it."

"She does."

The words hang heavy between us. I think we both know she deserves even more than what I gave her yesterday. She deserves all of our desire and affection.

We've been chaste longer than we're used to since meeting her.

It's not like we're sex maniacs with no self-control, though I'm sure Freddie would wear a decorative sash with those words with pride if offered to him. The three of us have been hooking up regularly since the day Spencer and I put our mark on Freddie. We work hard, and we play hard. We always have each other when the rest of life gets too noisy, so we've been able to feed our very active libidos.

Those libidos haven't disappeared since Mia joined us. If anything, my need feels twice as strong.

The problem is our gorgeous omega has nowhere to call home. Not until we give her the house–and nest–of her dreams. Until that moment comes, the three of us guys have quietly agreed we don't want to push things physically.

It just doesn't feel right.

The future doesn't feel certain enough. Not when the wrong house could so easily dim our omega's sunshine. Not when we're at risk of our omega's heat coming on with no safe space to ride it out with her.

Spencer seems to read my mind. "Whatever house she wants, we'll buy it. I don't give a fuck about the money. We'll give her a nest, and then we'll give her our knots."

My stomach clenches as the image comes too easily to my mind. Mia flushed and needy, trapped between our bodies. Maybe even tied up for us. Begging. Needing. Letting us take care of her every need.

"We need to make miracles happen."

Spencer nods.

At least we know without a doubt that fate has been on our side this far. I have a good feeling that things are gonna work out for us sooner rather than later.

And if they don't?

Well, I guess my fingers are going to just have to keep getting a workout.

We can't leave our omega unsatisfied.

The last of our teammates slam their lockers shut, and Spencer and I rush to finish dressing and join them in heading for the field.

Coach Lamb raises his eyebrows and looks surprised to see us joining the rest of the team on the field. He looks behind us briefly before giving us a knowing look.