Page 98 of Desperate Pucker
Her gaze falls to my mouth. My cock twitches in anticipation of her kissing me. But she looks up and steps back. “Goodnight, Ryker.”
“Goodnight, princess.”
I watch her walk inside her room and close the door. I listen for the locking sound, then head back to the first floor to my room, wishing I could have kissed her.
“Holy shit, that’s a lot of snow,” Xander says.
I’m standing next to him at the Montreal airport, watching a wall of snowflakes blanket the runway. The whole team is gathered at the private plane section of the airport, waiting to board our flight, but it’s already been delayed due to the heavy snowfall that started late this morning.
Coach Porter huffs out a breath. He crosses his arms as he gazes out at the white-out conditions in front of us. “Gentlemen, I’m not sure we’ll be able to fly out of here tonight.”
I turn to Sam. “Did Bella, Maya, and Dakota make it out okay on their morning flight?”
“Yeah, they landed a couple of hours ago. They’re fine. They missed the bad weather.”
I scrub a hand over my face. “That’s good, at least.”
Just then, there’s an announcement overhead. All flights have been cancelled. The guys groan.
I turn around and see Maddy standing behind us. She looks at me, a sympathetic look on her face. I shrug.
Coach Porter sighs. “Looks like we’re back at the hotel for tonight. We’ll try to get out of here in the morning.”
“One good thing about getting stuck in Montreal. The poutine here is way better than in Toronto,” Xander says as he digs into a plate of French fries, cheese curds, and gravy.
Since we’re stranded in Montreal for the night and the roads are trash, the guys, Maddy, Sophie, Ingrid, and I decided to grab dinner at the hotel restaurant.
I wrinkle my nose at his plate. “How can you eat that and not feel like shit?”
He flashes a smug smile. “I’m young.”
I roll my eyes even though I’m laughing. “You asshole.”
He laughs harder and pats my shoulder. His fiancée Sophie shakes her head as she looks at him, then slides over a plate of salad.
“Get some veggies in too,” she says. He kisses her cheek and digs into the salad.
I turn to Maddy, who’s sitting next to me and watching the snow fall outside the restaurant window.
“At least it’s pretty,” she says.
Ingrid snaps a photo of the snow falling outside on her phone, then takes a photo of us at the table.
“For social media,” she says. “Your fans are blowing up the comment sections on your Instagram and TikTok, wondering where you guys are. Gotta let them know you’re alive.”
“You think we’ll make it to Toronto in time for our game tomorrow?” Camden asks.
“Yeah, the snow is supposed to stop this evening,” Sophie says, then glances out the window.
“Oh hey, you know what we should do?” Camden says through a smirk. “Snowball fight.”
Del rolls his eyes. “Brilliant idea. Let’s all get injured right before we play Toronto.”
“Oh, come on. We won’t go hard,” Camden says. “We’ll take it easy on each other.”
Del raises an eyebrow at him. “Do you really think this group of ultra-competitive hockey players will be able to tone it down in a snowball fight?”
Camden shrugs, grinning. “There’s only one way to find out.”
