Page 48 of Your Pucking Mom

I shrugged him off. “Who knows.”

I headed to the back of the plane and realized three people were already sitting in my little four-seat pod. Though it’d been a month since the season started, we’d been able to use the bus to get to our away games up until this point. It was the first time we were taking a plane to a game.

“What the fuck?” I exclaimed as I picked up the pace. Everyone who was supposed to be on the plane knew the assigned seating, so if they were guests, I needed to inform them they were at the front.

I stomped like a toddler about to throw a tantrum, and a few of the guys laughed, knowing what was about to come.

Coach jumped up from my seat as I approached.

“Hey, Cap,” Coach said, giving me a hug.

I pulled away, face stoic. “You know my superstition.”

I tried to keep my voice low, not knowing whose guests these were. Coach shook his head a few times, and I cocked my head to the side, not wanting to hear whatever explanation was about to follow.

“I know. I know. We just have these guests, and one is a bit scared of flying, so I insisted that sitting in the back of the plane was safer.”

“No.” I shrugged, going to the other side of him, but Coach insisted on blocking the aisle.

“You need to just give them a chance. We’re all riding on this right now.” I moved to the other side of the aisle and peered over to who was sitting in my seat.

Oh, fuck.

Alex laughed hysterically when he caught up to us and assessed the situation. He knew exactly who was sitting in our seats.

My eyes locked onto her bright blues. I was lost in them when the kid jumped up and shouted, “Cap!”

Right, because he also wasn’t privy to my seating assignments on the plane.

I grumbled, “You’re in my seat,” but my eyes never left hers. Fuck, I’d have given her this entire plane if she asked for it, but I had a role I needed to play, and if I bowed down immediately, everyone would see it.

“I know. Coach warned me you’d be upset about this, being part of your pre-away-game routine, but my mom is terrified of planes. She has this strange belief that she’s more likely to survive if she sits in the back, away from the pilot.”

His explanation jolted me out of my daze, and I tilted my head, considering the validity of the statement.

Auburn swallowed before nodding. “Yes, but if this is your seat, and it’s part of your superstition, I’ll gladly move to the front. It’s not a big deal.”

She cracked me a smile, but it made my heart want to explode from my chest. It was so polite and kind. She wasn’t the same Auburn who exploded all over my mouth while she rode me, or asked if she was doing a good job at sucking my cock.

“It’s—” Alex patted my shoulders, giving me a reassuring squeeze as I glanced back at him. The entire team fixated on us, including Coach.

Dammit. A surge of panic bubbled to the surface, but Alex’s steady touch kept me grounded. “I have a plan,” he said.

I nodded. “Let’s hear it.”

“Let’s not mess up Cole’s superstition and end up losing our first away game of the season because of it.”

The child chimed in, “No, man. I agree.”

Auburn’s expression fell as she rose from her seat next to her son. She reached for her bag under the seat, and I grasped her elbow to stop her.

Fuck. I shouldn’t have intervened. All eyes were on me, and I could feel Alex’s anxiety mounting beside me.

“Stay,” I murmured before addressing everyone. “Your mom can stay here, and you and Alex can go to the front. I don’t mind keeping her company.”

“Why does Alex need to move from his seat?” Dirks chimed in from behind us.

“Because Cole was supposed to go over different plays with Hart today, so instead of boring Hart’s mom, I’m volunteering.”

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