Page 2 of Surprise Mother Pucker
Though, losing them wasn’t any big loss. They hadn’t really cared about me. I had practically raised myself because they were more concerned with their social calendar than the child they made.
I worked my ass off and received plenty of scholarships. Unfortunately, they didn't cover all my living expenses, so I did have to work.
Beth had found me the job at the rink. It was a nice fit for me. I liked watching her teach, and I didn't mind cleaning and helping people. Since most of the customers were parents or children, I wasn't hit on that often, either, which was a dream for an omega in the workforce.
I made my way back to the skates to start checking the laces were all tied. The students and their families started filtering in. Cute little toddlers, who'd barely started walking, on skates. They did fall over plenty, but that's why we had butt pads for them to soften the fall.
Once all the kids were on the ice, I took a seat behind the desk and pulled out my Kindle. One of the many perks of this job was that, as long as the place was clean and the kids were on the ice, I could relax. Tapping the screen and opening a new pack romance I had downloaded that morning, I quickly got lost in the words.
I was just starting to get to the good part—where the guys were going to boldly declare their love for the omega—whensomeone appeared at my desk, pulling me out of my literary escape.
“Hi, sorry to bother you, you seem rather engrossed there,” the guy said.
I quickly put the Kindle down, glancing over at him. He was stunning. I had seen many good-looking alphas in my time, but this man took the cake. He was tall, muscular, a lot wider than me—which didn’t take much, because I was on the smaller side. My head probably wouldn't even come halfway up his chest. He had a mop of dark curls and bright blue eyes that almost looked gray.
Only a second after I registered his looks, his scent hit me in full force. It was like fresh rain on concrete, so brisk and clean. I wanted to shove my face into his neck and inhale, but as that would be somewhat rude, I restrained myself.
“It’s no problem! What can I do to help?” I asked, sitting up straighter.
“I was hoping I could grab a pair of skates,” he said, lifting up a membership card, which let me know he was entitled to free skate rental.
“Sure thing, what size?” I asked, trying to right myself. All I could focus on was that damn scent. I was a sucker for scents that were clean or slightly damp—like ocean water.
“One size twelve,” he said, throwing me an easy smile.
I darted into the back without another word, quickly locating the skates. Pulling them off the top shelf, I hurried back.
“Here you go.” I smiled, placing them on the counter. “Can I get you anything else?”
“Your number?” he asked, a playful grin spreading across his face.
“Sorry, no can do.” I shrugged. “I don’t own a cell phone.”
That was bullshit, but I was feeling feisty.
“Hmm, smoke signal?”
“In this weather?” I asked, horrified. “It’ll get drowned by the rain immediately.”
He frowned, playfully smacking his forehead with the palm of his hand. “Crap! Why didn’t I think of that? Can I at least get your name?”
“Kennedy,” I said, sitting back down in a move I hoped looked relaxed and nonchalant, but in reality, I was just trying to ensure the shaking of my legs wasn’t obvious.
“Well, Kennedy. If you ever want some stress relief”—he grabbed a bit of paper off the counter and quickly scribbled something with the horrible quality rink pens that littered the side—“call me.”
He handed me the paper, which I took with a smile. “But I don’t have a phone,” I reminded him, unable to wipe the grin off my face.
“Maybe you’ll find a way,” he said, taking the skates and flashing me one more panty-dropping grin before turning and leaving.
The second he was out of sight, I sagged in my seat, taking a deep breath. Part of me, a very small part, regretted not giving him my number, but I knew it would have been a bad idea.
Chapter 2
Kennedy
“It’s one night. Come on, Kennedy, let your hair down for once.” Beth was standing at the counter, giving me a pleading look.
It was late, all the little ones had long gone home, and now there were only adults on the ice, so Beth could come back to my den and pester me.
