“Skylar and Rhodes got a taste of how things can be here in Minnesota,” he says with a grin.
“Playing in the snow isn’t for the weak,” Rhodes agrees. “I kept waiting for someone to spray me with snow.”
“Were you looking for a fight?” Richards asks. “I swear, you enjoy punching people out more than any other goalie I’ve met.”
“I’m just special,” Rhodes shrugs as he gets dressed.
“Jeffries!” Edna yells, opening the door a crack. “I need you and O’Neil, please.”
“On it,” I tell her, fixing my tie before heading out. “Press?”
“Always,” she replies.
“Hi, Princess,” I coo as I drop to my knees in front of my puppy. “Are you being a good girl for Edna?”
“She’s the best,” Edna says. “We’re practicing walking on the leash because she’s a little restless.”
Since it’s a rare afternoon game, I’m not surprised Princess Sunny is a little confused.
“We’re going home soon,” I promise her.
O’Neil walks out of the locker room behind me and I smoothly get off the ground.
“Let’s see the press so you can take this sweet girl home,” Edna says, smiling.
She’s wearing heels today, and Princess is careful to walk beside the click clack noises of Edna’s shoes. She’s doing much better than before at walking on the leash, and I’m amazed by how much she’s grown already.
The media room is buzzing with post game excitement and it’s difficult not to smile as we walk up to the podium. Princess Sunny lays down beside Edna as she speaks to them. Princess is completely bored by the media, and I have to say that I often feel the same way.
I’m not someone who enjoys that kind of spotlight, but as the Captain, I tend to be up here often answering questions.
“With the snow, how does that change the game?” a reporter asks.
It’s a standard question, so I reply easily to it, discussing how we as players have to change how we play.
The conversation lasts twenty minutes before Edna cuts things short.
“Sorry to do this, but the snow is getting worse, and we want to get everyone home safely,” she explains. “I wouldn’t be surprised if some of us are snowed in for a few days.”
We don’t have a game tomorrow at least, so it’ll give the city some time to dig us out of the snow before our next one. My parents will be here next week for a game, which is something I’m looking forward to.
I have a few away games planned before that, but they’re an easy drive. We won’t even stay the night, and our pet sitter will be able to watch Princess in our home.
“Get home safely, everyone,” Edna says, ending the press conference.
Everyone stays seated as we make our exit, and Edna hands me the leash.
“I’m going to make sure everyone knows not to dawdle,” she says. “I don’t trust this storm, which is saying something since I grew up here.”
Nodding in understanding, I thank her as I begin walking through the facility toward the lockers. My pack and I drove together, so the plan is to leave the same way. Rhodes mentioned something about s’mores, but I really want to coat his dick in chocolate and suck it off.
Biting my lip as I perfume, I try not to let myself get too embarrassed about it as I look for my alphas. They’re not in the locker room, but I find them in one of the outermost rooms talking to a man with silver hair. It’s a place to chat with guests or family. I’m not sure who he is, but then I don’t know everyone they're friends with.
It reminds me our relationship is very new, and how little I know about them. I just figured I’d find things out organically.
Their backs are to me, and Princess hasn’t noticed we’re near Rhodes. If she did, she’d bark for his attention. Instead, she lays down to take a break after all the walking she’s been doing. Something tells me to hang back as they’re having an intense conversation, and I kind of want to know what it's about.
“I think my knot is frozen,” the silver haired alpha complains. “Why didn’t I fucking know this was an outdoor game?”
