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Emil
ThemainthoughtIhad as the side of my shorts ripped was ‘our social media manager is going to love this’.We’d been practising our lineout in training and my shorts did not survive the lift.At least my compression shorts underneath prevented me from totally exposing myself.
“Sorry about that.”Bucky grinned and smacked me on the arse.
“Yeah, you seem it,” I grumbled.
Ten minutes later and we were doing cool down stretches, me still sans shorts.
Max, one of the forwards, was stretching right in front of me, and I had to hold my breath until it was time to hit the showers.He was one of the five alphas on the team and had an annoying habit of getting all up in my space.Choosing a sport that was generally dominated by alphas and people who can’t seem to stop touching each other up had certainly been a choice, a choice that regularly had me questioning my sanity.
We were near the end of the season, and my skin was starting to itch.It was the first time I’d taken heat and pheromone suppressants for this long and my body was screaming at me as a result.
It was worth it, though.It had to be worth it.
I was the first omega to make a Premiership rugby team in history and I wasn’t going to blow it by going into heat at an inopportune moment.
I sat in front of my cubby taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm my nervous system, but that was shot to hell when Tobias Metcalf sauntered past.
All six-foot-five—could probably snap me in half—of him.
My relationship with our team captain was a bizarre one and despite playing with him for the best part of ten months, I still couldn’t figure him out.
On the pitch, he treated me almost like any other player, with the exception of when I got shitty comments from opposing teams, and then he seemed ready to commit murder.
Off the pitch, however, it was as if I was a ghost that he couldn’t see.
“Coming, Cherry?”Harbour, the team’s prized hooker, asked as he grabbed a towel, wound it up and whipped Pauly with it.Pauly yelped and rubbed at his bare arse cheek.
I didn’t love the nickname I’d been granted since joining the team, but equally it wasn’t the worst one I’d received since I’d been playing, even if it was reaching a little.Emil Kipling had become Cherry Bakewell, which had eventually been shortened to Cherry.
“I’m… gonna wait,” I replied, cheeks flushing in embarrassment.
Showering with the team was only making my situation worse.
Deep breaths.
I managed to wait until most of the other players had emptied out of the showers before grabbing my towel and heading to clean all the mud and grime from my skin.
The warm spray felt incredible raining down on my sore, bruised muscles.Believing I was the last person to shower, it seemed especially bad luck that right as I was inspecting my right bollock—and wondering how on earththathad got mud on it?—my team captain sauntered in buck naked, swinging his dick like he could lasso a horse with the thing.
“I… wasn’t being weird.I have mud on my balls.”
Tobias raised his eyebrow at me.“Not the weirdest thing I’ve seen players do in the showers, Cherry.”
Stunned momentarily, I didn’t reply.Tobias had rarely offered me more than a grunt off the pitch, and he just gave me a whole fucking sentence.
I stared for longer than was polite in locker room showers as Tobias stood under the spray and scrubbed the dried mud from those tree-trunk thighs that I was ninety percent certain required special shorts to contain them.
I bet he could squish my head like a watermelon with those thighs.
I shook the thought out of my brain before I got too carried away.
Unfortunately, I did catch a glimpse of Tobias soaping up his cock and balls before I remembered to face away.Fuck.
I begged my brain to think of horrific natural disasters instead of the burned into my skull image of Tobias’ fucking soaped up third leg, but it was a lost cause.
