Page 34 of Your Pucking Mom

“It just sucks,” Austin admitted, with a touch of frustration in his voice as he leaned into the hug, realizing none of the other team members were around. “I want to be able to fit in with them. I want to be able to celebrate and not have to be hounded about my hot mom.”

“Thanks,” I said, laughing at his compliment, but he shook his head.

“I’m being serious,” Austin iterated.

“I know. I know you’re serious, and I know it sucks. But think about it—how many other kids your age are in the spotlight? How many have big brands wanting to sponsor them or have over a million followers on social media already?”

Austin gave me a cocky grin. “You’re right.”

“You have to remember, these players are years older than you. They had the chance to go to college and have fun. Now you’re in the spotlight and all eyes are on you.”

“Coach told me the social media girl was here, so I need to make sure I have a positive attitude,” Austin added, his tone anything but excited.

I couldn’t help but smirk. “Feels like you’re being punished by your mom, huh?” I let out a stifled laugh. Austin rolled his eyes.

“I know, baby. Let’s go kick some ass and show them that us Harts don’t let anyone mess with us.”

Austin laughed, grabbed my hand, and helped me walk down the rubber mat toward the rink.

“You’re right, Mom. No one messes with us Harts.”

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“Come on, Uncle Ledge, you can’t skate faster than that?” Damien taunted me while holding the edge of the rink, slipping and laughing as I tried to mimic his mom’s graceful moves.

I huffed another exasperated breath. “It’s the skates.”

Stassi laughed as she spun around and around. “She looks like one of those magical jewelry box dancers, where you open it and the ballerina spins,” Alex said.

Alex was enamored by his wife, staring while Damien encouraged me to go faster like his mother.

Then my skate got caught, and I collapsed onto the ice. Stassi stopped, and Alex and Damien doubled over laughing. Even Dirks paused and started laughing. “It’s the fucking skates,” I grumbled again before getting up and joining them.

While busy messing with Damien, Alex grabbed my shoulders. “What?” I balked.

“The child is here and the mother…”

Stassi came around the corner to join us. “Damn. She’s hot.”

“You guys. Leave them be. We are bigger than—” Curiosity got the best of me and I followed my friends’ gazes to the entrance of the rink.

“Holy. Shit.” I said the words aloud before I could stop them. I actually couldn’t believe it. The girl who gave me an amazing blow job last night was being helped onto the ice by…Austin Hart.

“No,” I blurted louder than I had intended.

Alex skated over toward me, and I inched closer to Auburn. “She’s kind of good looking. Didn’t expect anyone that young, I guess.”

Me neither.

Everything suddenly clicked into place. The person she had to care for was her son, and the reason she had season tickets was that her kid was on the damn team.

“Holy shit…” I couldn’t stop staring in her direction. I’d gotten a blow job from the mom of the kid I was supposed to mentor.

“What?” Alex asked, and I stared at him. His eyes darted around like something was wrong. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“She’s the reason I missed dinner.”

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