Page 97 of Sincerely, Pack Pucked
Looking back at Spencer and then down to my hand on her stomach, Mable relaxed, her sweet scent returning to normal. She released a heavy breath, relaxing into my hold, and this time, her smile was genuine.
“Thank you.” Mable perked up, looking out over the ice, and cupped her hands around her mouth. “Go, Chargers!”
All I could do was laugh. I liked this. I liked going with Mable to games and being out in public with her—a lot.
After a while, Mable got even more into the spirit of things, and I’d managed to snag us some drinks and snacks so we could munch while the guys played. They were doing awesome, of course, and it was a treat to see Mable get all excited and cheer with her mouth full of nachos.
“See, it’s fun, right?”
She grinned at me. “It’s so fun. I’m—Oh, oh, oh! Go, Saint!”
As she shouted, I followed Mable’s eyeline to where Saint was skating across the ice, controlling the puck. There was a good distance between him and the defending players as he charged towards the goal. He was going to score. There was no way forthe opposing team to stop him, and I smiled and cheered with Mable as Saint drove it home and launched the puck past the goalie.
The crowd erupted as he scored, and it didn’t take long for a significant number of Saint fanatics to start losing their minds. Desperate sounds and screams echoed around us, and the line of Saint girls who were seated down our row all stood and jumped up and down.
Christ, they’re going to fall out of their tops.
I started to laugh, amused by the modifications they’d made to the standard jersey and paint scrawled across their tits in team colors. But a bitter scent hit me hard, and I looked back at Mable to see her glaring, a little growl trapped in her throat.
“You all right there, Mable?” I tried to hide the smirk as she scowled at them, which was way more adorable than I think she would have liked.
She shook herself, seeming to realize she’d been eye-murdering a bunch of horny Saint girls.
“Yes, sorry. Ignore me.”
Mable went back to enjoying her nachos, and we both focused on the game again, losing ourselves in the action and cheering as our boys absolutely creamed the other team. As the stadium began to empty, I guided Mable over to where the pack would come out of a back door. On our way, however, the same Saint Squad shoved up towards the ledge where they could get a glimpse of him going into the locker room.
They shouted and called his name. Hell, some of them even cried. It was a bit much for my taste, and clearly for Mable’s, as well, because she was back to growling at them. I pulled her closer, kissing the top of her head as we both watched Saint wave politely and then disappear into the locker room tunnel.
“He doesn’t care about them, baby. You don’t need to worry.”
She scoffed. “Oh, it’s not him. Did you see those girls? Their boobs hanging out, signs of ‘Will You Marry Me?’ Saint isnotavailable.”
“Oh.” My mouth dropped before it turned into a grin, a very pleased grin.
Mable wasn’t jealous. She was protective. Those fans were looking at what belonged to her.
That was so damn cute.
We waited by the side for a few more minutes, the Saint Squad sticking around to see if they could catch another sight of him, and Mable didn’t stop glaring in their direction. Still, before long, Saint and the others came out of the back door. As soon as the rest of my pack laid eyes on her, they all rushed up to Mable, including Saint.
“Hey, gorgeous.” Saint was all smiles, scooping Mable up against his chest. “Did you see that fantastic goal of mine?”
Mable instantly relaxed, and I couldn’t help but smile. Everything was right in her world now, and syrupy goodness was back at full strength.
“I did.” Mable beamed, her cheeks slightly pink.
“Good, because it was all for you.”
That made her smile even bigger, and then Devin was patting Saint on the shoulder. “All right, let’s get home. I’m sure we’ve all gotthingswe want to do.”
The pack lead’s tone was unmistakable.Oh, yes, we do, buddy. Oh, yes, we do.
Chapter 37
Percy
The game had gone well, and now Mable was moving into the penthouse.
