44. Luke

Chapter 44

Luke

Unsurprisingly,the refs send Zach and me to the box, both with penalties for fighting.

But the two Vegas pricks are heading to the box too. So… no regrets.

I shove Zach with my elbow. “You were like a fucking flying squirrel back there.”

Zach snorts. “Couldn’t let you have all the fun.”

I open and close my mouth, testing my jaw. “That fucker had it coming even before he hit Jackson. I think he fucked up my shoulder.”

Zach grunts, and I recognize it as his grunt that means he might get into another fight tonight.

I step into the penalty box first, rolling my shoulder out.

Shuffling over, I sit at the end of the short bench closest to the crowd, leaving room for Zach.

Neither of us are strangers to the penalty box, but it’s kinda nice to be in with a buddy.

The ref starts the game again, and we watch.

“Fifteen minutes to stop them from scoring,” I say to Zach, glancing up at the clock.

We’re still up by one, and I’d love to just outright win this one.

Zach grunts his agreement.

I drag the back of my glove across my mouth, and movement has me glancing to the side.

What…

I drop my hand from my mouth and turn my whole head to the side.

Sitting right there, right on the other side of the glass separating the penalty box from the crowd, is a girl.

Her dark hair is twisted up into a bun. She’s wearing a Sleet jersey over the most glorious pair of tits I’ve ever had in my mouth. And her amused green eyes are staring back at me.

I found my Princess.