Page 77 of Full Body Hit, Part 1

Thank you

Aunix

You think you can teach this old dog new tricks? We gotta make a real good nest together

Charlie

I’ll make sure you have the best nest ever

It’ll have to be pretty big though

Aunix

Big enough for two?

Chase felt his cheeks go red, squirming in place at just the notion of being all curled up in a nest with Aunix.

Charlie

Yes daddy

Big enough for two

Aunix

Good

***

The team bounced back in spectacular fashion with a 6-2 win against the Albuquerque Armadillos. It was more relief than happiness that filled Chase after the final buzzer sounded, his blood sparking with spare adrenaline, the giddiness edging on frantic.

The locker room was a disaster of shouts and cheers and roughhousing as they got ready to go out together.

“Everybody. Captain’s orders,” Noah hollered.

No one protested—it was good to bond as a team doing something other than losing.

Chase didn’t drink a lot—not just because he was shy of twenty-one, which nobody cared about when he had plenty of teammates to buy him a drink—but because it was awful for his conditioning to get drunk often.

Which was probably why he was already tipsy two drinks in, giggling by the bar with Sammy and two strange Alphas who were pretty handsome. One of them was obviously interested, leaning towards Chase, breathing his air, complimenting his hair of all things, the most boring part about him.

The attention was nice, but it washed over him harmlessly. Now that he had his daddy taking care of him, telling him how good he was, making him come his brains out, listening to his problems and comforting him and making him feel so, so good all the time, a good-looking Alpha at the bar just didn’t compare.

He nodded along to what the Alpha was saying, not wanting to be rude. He couldn’t help his gaze straying, though, or the way his heart stuttered when it landed on Auston.

The Alpha was sitting at a booth with some of the older guys, staring right at him. Chase’s body went hot, then cold, then hot again, gut squirming uncomfortably like he’d just been caught doing something wrong, as if it were his daddy staring at him like that, mouth in a flat line, eyebrows all bunched together.

The sudden memory of Aunix’s chest covered in come flashed over his eyes. In truth, it could be Auston’s, they looked so alike.

Chase shook his head, forcing himself back to the conversation, trying to pick up the thread he’d left dangling, but his focus was shot.

What would it be like if he had the bravery to be in that booth instead of being flirted with by some random stranger? If he had permission to sidle up to Auston and feel his warmth? To ask him questions? To shoot the shit like two normal teammates?

How would it be if Auston had turned out to be even a fraction of what Chase had imagined? Someone safe Chase could go to when he was feeling insecure.

Then again, maybe he wouldn’t have met Aunix if that were the case. He’d have been so goddamn infatuated with Auston he wouldn’t have had eyes for anyone else.

The realisation settled his pulse, slowing his thoughts away from their frantic pace.