Page 62 of Sincerely, Pack Pucked
Ityped that last message as I was putting on my shoes and grabbing the keys to one of the cars. We owned two cars that were considered pack cars, not anyone’s sole property.
“Hey, Bear,” I said as I entered the lobby.
Our security guard was relaxing behind the counter with the building’s concierge, reading a newspaper.
“You want to go out?” he asked with a frown. “I assumed you would be dead to the world after that game. You did good.”
I nodded. We had won, but it had been a close one. When I came off the ice, my legs had been like jelly. “Thank you. I’m just going to swing by the grocery store, then go over to Mable’s. I’m going to drive myself. No need for security.”
Bear raised his eyebrow. “Isn’t it my job to decide that?”
I pouted at the security guard. “Come on, we both know I’m not the pretty face of our pack. It’s Saint who attracts all the crazies.”
Bear nodded. “I’m not even going to disagree with that.” He sighed. “Your location on?”
I waved my phone in the air. “Yep.”
In the past, when I had gone on a late-night grocery run, usually for study snacks, I would take one of the security guys with me. They were good company, but I doubted Mable would feel the same. I was the pack mate with the least security risk, so if I wanted to, I could forgo security entirely unless I was at a game with my pack.
With security notified, I got back in the elevator to go down to the parking garage. The small market on campus wouldn’t have enough choices, so I drove twenty minutes away to the mega-store that had a large variety of candy.
Once there, I was in and out in ten minutes, grabbing everything she could possibly need. Pulling out of the parking lot, I smiled to myself.
By the time I was standing outside of her door and knocking, less than an hour had passed since she sent her message, mentioning her craving.
The door swung open, and Mable’s face morphed into one of surprise. “Percy?” she asked as a wave of sweet maple hit me. So sweet, feminine and utterlyher.
“I bring sour candy!” I said, holding up the grocery bag.
Mable was wearing a pajama set that consisted of shorts and a T-shirt that were pale blue with little clouds all over them. Her hair was mussed, her eyes heavy with sleep.
She was adorable.
“C-come in.” She opened the door wider.
“I got sour worms, Skittles, and these watermelon gummies I’ve tried before and liked,” I said as I followed her in, placing the bag on her small kitchen counter and pulling out the bags of candy.
She gaped at me. “I don’t think any alpha has ever been so handsome!”
“I also got you a few other things I thought looked good,” I said.
Mable hovered by my shoulder, watching excitedly as I took out some electrolyte drinks, chocolate, and extra candies.
“This is too much… but thank you,” she said sweetly as she took the bag of watermelon bites from me, ripping into it excitedly.
Her pleasure was everything.
The happy moan that escaped her lips at the first bite was music to my ears.
“Oh my word—I cannot thank you enough for this. You totally didn’t have to, but I appreciate it so much.”
“I’m here to serve,” I said, wrapping my arm around her in a loose side embrace so she could continue eating her candy gleefully.
“I don’t even like sour candy—actually, I usually hate the stuff! I much prefer sweet treats.” As she spoke, she held up one of the little candy watermelons to me, and I accepted it.
“Don’t worry, we will keep you stocked with all varieties of treats. Sour, sweet, gummy, chocolate, salty… I think that covers all the bases.”
“You’re talking downright filthy now.” She giggled around a mouthful of candy.
