Page 33 of My Pucking Family

Before I can growl at Benny to go away, the door is swinging open, and the smile on his face says he's immensely proud of himself. “Everyone packed and ready? We've gotta leave in thirty minutes to hop on the plane for tomorrow's game.”

Leera scrambles off my lap, blushing from embarrassment now instead of the heat collecting in her tiny purple thong she put on this morning, and I do growl this time, my boner now on display for everyone in the room to see.

Benny's just leans against the door frame with his arms crossed, still smiling like I'm not going to pummel him for this later, when the twins walk past my office door.

Only they don't keep walking. I hear them stop and then see them step backwards back into the doorway, now wearing ornery smiles to match Benny's.

I will kill you all if you don't stop embarrassing her and leave now.

“Keep the old man in line for us, will ya, Leera?” Benny jests as he ushers the twins away, pulling the door closed behind them.

“Fuck, I'm sorry…” I begin when Leera suddenly bursts out laughing.

When she gets it all out of her system, she starts wiping tears from her eyes.

“Whew. I can't believe they just caught us like that. I'm sorry, but it was just like a scene out of a movie, and I couldn't help but laugh.”

My face must portray my confusion because she uses her thumbs to smooth the wrinkle between my brows before planting a kiss there.

“Come on, Big Guy, we've got a plane to catch.”

25

I've been on airplanes.

I've flown all over the world.

I've flown in economy, business class, and first class.

I have never flown on a private jet.

I have never been on a plane crammed full of hockey-playing werewolves.

As we climb the stairs into the team's private jet with their massive logo covering the entire side, I realize I'm nervous, and it takes me a moment to sift through my thoughts to figure out why.

I know I'm safe.

I know I'll be with Roman.

I know all of the guys that I know will be here.

But what if the others don't like me?

The rest of the men on the team aren't pack members, they're just teammates. They don't have a loyalty to Roman outside of hockey.

We pass through the doorway of the plane, and Coach is standing there with his clipboard marking off his men as they climb inside. “Well, hello there, young lady. It's nice to see you again,” he greets me with a giant smile, immediately calming some of my worry.

“Hey, Coach.” I smile back, hoping he can't see the nervousness on my face.

He claps me on the shoulder before turning to Roman. “You take care of her now, Roman. She's a treasure.” And with that, I really smile.

Roman, being the grump he is, just nods and grunts at Coach like a caveman.

My eyes roll so hard, I worry they’ll get stuck like that.

Coach laughs. “She'll fit in just fine.”

Roman leads me to our seats. I gawk in awe of everything. Who needs business or first class when you can fly like this? The seats are basically couches with seatbelts in them. There are giant TV screens everywhere with different hockey games playing on them. There are even a couple of miniature refrigerators nestled in between the seats.

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