Page 67 of Pack Plus Three

“A little girl who looks like you would have every single one of us wrapped around her finger, and it would be a nightmare. No one's going to be able to say no to her.”

“I hate to break it to you, but even if it is a girl, people will have to say no to her.”

“Nope,” I said, shaking my head. “Not me.”

Daisy snorted, turning to me, now dressed in a jersey. “We'll discuss that later. What do you think? It's not even tight on my bump!” she exclaimed excitedly.

“You look absolutely adorable,” I remarked. She really did. The jersey fell almost to her knees, and Jeremy’s scent lingered on it.

Now that they were bonded, their scents would forever be slightly intermingled. My chest burned with want when I thought about that. I wanted Daisy to bear my mark, not just Jeremy’s. Our dates had been going well. I had kissed her several times, and with any luck, she was falling for me just as hard as I was falling for her.

“Do we need to go right away?” she asked.

“Pretty much, if we want plenty of time to get some food and rest before the crowds trickle in.”

“Okay, let me just go pee, and I'll be ready in two minutes—I just need to run a brush through my hair,” she declared before waddling off to the bathroom. I swear she was getting curvier and more delectable by the day. My obsession with her behind was rapidly growing.

Once the bathroom door closed, I walked over to her bedside table and grabbed the giant water bottle she had been using lately, intending to refill it before we left.

We couldn't let her get dehydrated, especially when she was drinking for two.

Filling her water bottle had been the right call. As soon as we got in the car, she admitted to being thirsty and started sipping from the comically large bottle.

“So, who is Jeremy playing today?” she asked between sips.

“I think it’s the Colts tonight. I haven't actually checked. I know that there's a game.” I laughed.

“Didn't he play them last week?” she asked, her brow furrowing.

“Probably.” I shrugged. “They play teams several times throughout the season. It's bizarre, but fun, especially if there are players who like to beat each other up a lot.”

Daisy snorted delicately. “We do love a bit of violence on occasion, don't we?”

Our conversation rolled into silence for a moment while she took several deep gulps of her water. We pulled up outside the arena, and Daisy stared wide-eyed at the masses of people milling into the rink.

“It looks like it's going to be difficult to get in there. Even the parking lot looks jam-packed.”

“Ahh. See, we get special privileges. Being packmates to a player means we get to use the private parking lot,” I told her as I drove around the back of the arena to the smaller lot that the players used.

“No one told me there were perks!” Daisy cried happily.

“Yeah, we get private parking and our own box, so we don't have to mingle with the riff raff. The only time we have to deal with the public is when we want to go for snacks.”

“Which is a very important part of the game,” Daisy said with total seriousness.

“It is!” I agreed. “How about we get you up to the box and get you settled in, and then I will go and do a quick snack run for us? That way, you can rest with your feet up while the game starts.”

Daisy moaned. “Putting my feet up does sound good. Why are you so nice to me?”

I leaned over the central console and quickly pressed my lips to hers in a chaste kiss, getting a taste of that sweet apple sugar I was quickly becoming addicted to. “Because you're pretty and funny and I like you,” I said, beaming at her. “Now, come on. Snacks await!”

“I got one order of loaded fries, one triple cheeseburger with extra pickles, an order of nachos, and a chili cheese dog!” I declared as I re-entered the box.

Daisy was sitting in the comfortable armchair I'd left her in, her feet resting in front of her as she watched the players warm up on the ice.

Her face lit up as I showed her all the food I had gathered. “Extra pickles?” she asked excitedly.

“I've seen the way you've been eating pickles lately. I just assumed they were a craving, so I got extra. I also picked up an order of those fried pickles I told you about.”

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