Page 47 of Not the Puck Bunny

“Now I can concentrate on playing,” I said. “After giving you that. The first of many.” I was certain of that. I wanted to take her in every possible way.

“But you didn't.” She glanced down at my shorts.

“Not yet,” I said. “That's something to look forward to.” I kissed her mouth and thought unsexy thoughts as I helped her to her feet.

Hand in hand, we started back down to join the rest of the world.

Chapter Nineteen

Andi

Back straight,I stepped through the door, into the team box.

Like nothing happened, I sat back down beside my mother, but not before scooping up a large cupcake on the way past. A chocolate one, with decorative chocolate frosting. Exactly the kind that would horrify her.

She glanced over at me, eyes widening as I licked frosting of the side.

“Yes, I am going to eat this,” I said. “And I'm going to enjoy every mouthful. Are you going to watch me eat it?”

“Why would I watch you eat?” she asked tersely.

“It seems like the latest Lowball Bay pastime,” Isaid. “And you've made a fine art out of it for the last thirty years.”

“That wasn't what I meant when I said you should watch what you eat.” She looked away from my cupcake and her expression softened. “Are you okay? I was worried about you. When I saw that you couldn't breathe… I didn't know what to do.”

“I'm fine,” I said lightly. “It's going to take more than a piece of Frank to take me down. Although, I should thank whoever dislodged it for me.”

“It was her.” Cynthia nodded to a woman who stood behind us. She was about my age, slender with pale pink hair.

She smiled shyly at me.

I smiled back. “Thank you. If you hadn't thought so quickly, I might not be here now.”

She shrugged. “I acted without thinking, but you're welcome. Gotta be careful of those hotdogs.” She winked and smiled warmly. She looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't quite place her.

“That's what I keep telling Andrea,” Cynthia said.

“If you told me I might choke on one and almost die, I might have avoided them,” I said.

“I think what I said was that if you keep eatingthat rubbish, it'll kill you,” she eyed the cupcake again. “So technically, I was correct.”

“Life is too short not to eat cake.” I bit into the side of mine. “What's the score?”

Fully aware she wouldn't have a clue, I glanced over at the scoreboard.

In the first few minutes of the third period, the Sea Dragons were leading two goals to one.

I'd missed most of the game while I hid in my office, and then dry humped Cam until I had an orgasm in his lap.

What came over me? I'd never done that with anyone before. But Cam and I, we fit together so perfectly. His touch had sent electricity rocketing all the way through me. And his cock, his cock felt so big. So perfect rubbing against my clit. I wanted more. I wanted to know how he'd feel inside me.

Was my face pink now? Probably; it was warm. I kept it hidden as best I could behind my cupcake and told my clit to calm down for now. Later, she could come out again and play.

She seemed happy with that, for now.

“I have no idea what's going on,” Cynthia admitted. “It seems to involve a lot of pushing and shoving, with the occasional use of the stick against that little rubber thing.” She waved her hand vaguely, but thesides of her mouth hinted at a smile. She wasn't as oblivious as she let on.

I couldn't help laughing. “It's called a puck, Mom. The idea is to get that into the goal. Preferably without getting punched in the face, or losing teeth.”

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