Chapter 86: That is entirely your problem, McCoy.

​Leaving him to his own perverted devices, I walked out of the bathroom and headed down the short hallway toward the bedroom.

The kitchen was already dealt with since I’d finished the dishes and wiped down the counters, so my next task as an uncompensated nursemaid was making sure the rich boy actually had a decent sleep tonight.

​I pushed the heavy door open, and my expectations were immediately met.

​The bed was absolutely not arranged. The massive, king-sized mattress was a chaotic battlefield of twisted black sheets, a heavy duvet half-shoved onto the floor, and pillows scattered at violent angles. It looked exactly like the bedroom of a reckless, high-energy Alpha athlete who couldn’t care less about domestic chores.

​"Unbelievable," I muttered under my breath, shaking my head as I walked over to the edge of the mattress to begin pulling the heavy duvet back into place.

​At the very least, when I walked over to his walk-in closet to grab him something fresh to sleep in, I found one saving grace. The closet was perfectly arranged.

Rows of tailored suits, expensive casual wear, and neatly folded designer t-shirts were organized with meticulous precision—likely the work of a professional cleaning service his parents paid for, because there was no way a blockhead who threw his phone face-flat into sofa cushions did this himself.

​I pulled out a pair of loose, comfortable black sweatpants and a soft, oversized cotton t-shirt, tossing them onto the edge of the newly smoothed bed.

As I tucked the corners of the silk sheets in, the faint, lingering scent of his frozen pine pheromones clung to the fabric, making my skin prickle with that familiar, heavy awareness.

​Just as I finished propping up the pillows, a loud, splashing sound echoed from the bathroom down the hall.

​"Cap!" Reid’s rough voice boomed through the penthouse. "I’m done! Come help me out before I break my other leg!"

I hurried back down the hall, my jaw tight as I prepared myself to hoist his heavy frame out of the tub. But the moment I burst through the bathroom door, I froze.

​Reid was already out of the water. He was leaning back against the marble vanity, completely naked, balancing effortlessly on one foot while the other swollen one was suspended.

It seemed like he didn’t feel strained after the nice soak. And also, the localized injection from Dr. Victoria had done its job remarkably well.

He seemed to be functioning well. ​And unfortunately, so was the rest of him.

​He was still rock-hard, his cock pointing straight up toward his chest, dripping wet and completely unbothered by his own blatant lack of modesty.

​I let out a long, exhausted sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose as my face flared a dangerous shade of red. "If your legs work fine enough for you to climb out of a slippery tub by yourself, why the hell didn’t you take care of that while you were in there?"

​Reid didn’t look even remotely ashamed. He let out a low, rough groan, running a wet hand through his messy blonde hair as his smoky grey eyes locked onto mine. "I tried, Cap. But it’s not the same. It’s not fucking the same as doing it with you."

​My teeth clicked together, my knuckles turning white as I clenched my fists. "That is entirely your problem, McCoy."

​Before I could turn around and storm out, Reid’s arm shot out, his large, damp hand wrapping around my wrist. The heat of his skin burned right through my pulse point.

"It might be different if you’re here watching, though." he rumbled, his voice dropping into a dark, gravelly vibration that sent an immediate shudder straight down my spine.

​"No, thank you," I snapped, trying to wrench my arm out of his iron grip. "I don’t come from the same perverted breed as you do."

​"Come on, Evans," Reid whispered, his eyes darkening as he stepped a fraction closer, completely ignoring his supposed ankle injury.

His frozen pine pheromones began to bleed back into the steam-heavy air, thick and suffocating. "If I close my eyes and try to handle it myself right now, I’m just going to end up wanting to fuck you. And at that point, a handjob isn’t going to cut it. You want me to stay flat on my back tonight, right?"

​I stopped pulling. My chest was heaving, my mind frantically racing through the options.

If he got too worked up, if his Alpha instincts took over and he tried to force me onto the bathroom floor, he was going to violently twist that joint and ruin his entire season. The league, Marcus, Coach Devin—everything rested on keeping this idiot from breaking himself.

​"Fine," I bit out, the word tasting like poison on my tongue.

​I gave in. I forced my body to stay rooted to the floor, but the moment I dragged my gaze down and actually stared at his cock, a heavy lump formed in my throat.

I swallowed hard, my heart doing a violent, panicked pitter-patter against my ribs.

​Watching an Alpha touch himself while he stared directly into my eyes... this was way too perverted. Even for us.

I held myself perfectly still, my back pressed against the cold edge of the sink counter, but inside, my composure was completely tearing at the seams.

​Realizing he couldn’t maintain his balance on one foot for long without completely destroying his ankle, Reid shifted, sinking heavily onto the closed lid of the toilet seat.

He extended his swollen leg carefully out in front of him, but his upper body remained coiled, leaning forward as his hand finally wrapped around the base of his cock.

His smoky grey eyes never broke contact with mine. He began to stroke himself with a slow, heavy deliberation, his jaw clenching as a low, gravelly hum vibrated deep within his chest.

At some point, he would rub his hand over the head of his cock, letting out ragged breath as he stroked the shaft before moving his hand up and down his cock, from the base up to the shaft.

​I was supposed to just watch to keep him compliant. I was supposed to be the stoic, detached Captain ensuring our star rookie didn’t tear a ligament.

But the sheer volume of his Alpha pheromones—thick, heavy, and absolutely bursting with raw, possessive heat—was filling the cramped, steamy bathroom, and my body was completely turning against me.

​Deep down, my inner Omega began to stir, entirely intoxicated by the sight.

Watching the thick, dark veins strain against the skin of his cock as he stroked harder, a sinful, traitorous thought pierced right through my defenses.

My inner Omega practically whined, wanting nothing more than to taste that meat, desperately hungry for whatever thick, white seed would spurt out of him.

I felt my throat go completely dry, and before my conscious mind could even stop me, my tongue darted out, unconsciously licking my own lips as I stared at him, completely entranced by the perversion of it all.

​The moment I did it, Reid’s grip tightened, his stroke stuttering for a fraction of a second as his pupils completely dilated, swallowing the grey in his eyes until they were nearly black.

A dark, primal growl tore out of his throat, the sound incredibly heavy and satisfied.

​Fuck.

​Realizing what I had just done, panic flooded my system.