Sleet Princess (Sleet #4)

Luke: Plus you looked super hot with your ass peeking out of your cover-up, and I wanted to bury my face in your tits.

Princess: And there goes the sweet moment.

Luke: Morning, Princess.

Princess: Morning, Player.

Princess: You don’t need it, but good luck at your game tonight.

Luke: Thanks, Green Eyes.

Luke: You gonna watch?

Luke: Better yet, don’t tell me.

Princess: You’re going to do great.

Princess: Since the game has started now and you won’t see this until after it’s over… I’ll let you know that, yes, I am watching. Yes, I’m in my pajamas. And yes, I’m thinking about how you got your dick all sandy in Mexico.

Princess: Congrats on the win! And the goal!

Luke: Thanks, Little Royal.

Luke: And thanks for reminding me about the sandy-dick trauma.

Princess: You’re welcome.

Princess: I gotta admit, hockey is much more entertaining than I thought.

Luke: I’m pleased and insulted.

Princess: Consider me a convert.

Luke: Does that mean you’ll keep watching my games?

Princess: Only if you promise to get into one of those fights. Those were fun!

Luke: I’ve createda monster.

Luke: Glad you watched.

Princess: Me too.

Luke: Where are you off to this week?

Princess: Flying to Denver tomorrow and finishing the week in San Fran.

Luke: Any chance you want to squeeze a stop in at Vegas on Thursday night? We have an evening game and then a few days off after, so we’re gonna hit the strip.

Luke: And by hit the strip, I mean grab some drinks and walk around people watching.

Princess: I might be able to make that work.

Chapter 35

Natalie

My fingers tightenaround my beer until the plastic cup starts to bend.