Page 24 of Your Pucking Mom

He stumbled over his words as I figured the right way to respond. “Wh-what do I taste like?”

“I’ve told you,” he whispered as his tongue went around my finger, lapping up every morsel. “Sunshine.”

Oh, fuck. I was melting. Something inside me cracked wide open.

“I don’t care if you want to throw me over the balcony bare-assed right now.” His lips twisted into a smirk, but he didn’t stop licking my finger.

“That can be arranged,” he stated.

“Please taste me.”

“Taste what?” His demand was strong, taking over the room.

“Me,” I whimpered out.

“What part of you?”

“My-my pussy.” I’d mustered all the confidence I could. What would Emma tell me to do? Be my confident, badass self, and I was trying to embody that.

“Good. Now lie down, spread your legs, and let me feast.”

As I was dropping to the cold floor, two loud vibrations sounded in the house. My phone buzzed from the counter even though I’d put it on Do Not Disturb. Only two people were able to get through that block on the phone, so it was either Emma or Austin.

Ledger’s pants were also vibrating, which I could assume meant he, too, was getting a call from someone. If he worked for the hockey team, then it must have meant?—

“Shit!” I screamed, jumping up and rushing over to the phone.

I was slipping around his hardwood floors, still leaking from my arousal. My mouth was swollen and raw.

“Fuck,” Ledger grumbled from behind me, but my focus was on my phone. I was desperately trying to sprint across his massive living room, but it was like one of those movie scenes where no matter how hard you run, you’re stuck in place, never getting any closer. When I finally got to where we’d been sitting when we were eating, my stomach dropped.

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Austin.

“Mom?”

“Yes?” I answered, turning my back to Ledger and dodging right to go down the hallway to get some privacy.

“I fucked up.”

My heart sank, my chest seized, and I fell to my knees.

“What happened?” I was in the same position as when Ledger first found me—on my knees, tears streaming down, breaking apart.

“I just need you to come pick me up. I’m at the police station.”

Oh. My. God. I knew it. I should’ve paid more attention. The season hadn’t started, and Austin was already in trouble. I knew coming into the League when he was this young was a bad idea.

I should have listened to my gut and stayed at my mom’s. We should have put him in college before he jumped into the real world. This was a bad idea.

Fuck. We couldn’t afford his apartment, and if they pulled him from the season, we’d be stuck on the lease. I should have been with him tonight. I should have insisted he stay in.

My brain raced with frantic thoughts. Then the person who had called me mom for the last eighteen years brought me back.

“I’m okay, Mom. Everything’s fine. I wasn’t arrested, but I was questioned and put Coach and myself in a shitty position.”

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