26. Sure Thing

Sure Thing

Macie

S taring out the window of the plane looking at the night sky, feeling like I could reach out and touch a cloud; It's so weird, I secretly hate flying and we are on an 8-hour flight.

As we waited to board, I hit the bar and chugged a jack and coke to calm my nerves and when I got on the plane, I went to sleep.

Now, I'm wide awake and the plane is quiet. Everyone asleep including Jax beside me sleeping.

Saying bye to Keri was hard last night and rushed because of Kenny. He waited for them, apparently that man is richer than I thought. He has a private jet, so he took the girls, Brayden, and Dax back home with him. Easier to just fly in a short time than an almost two-day drive

I told Keri I would talk to her soon about something important. Knowing that even if I decide not to take part in this, I am going to offer it to Keri.

She deserves it just as much as I do, and if we want to be greedy over money and bring that up. I never had it to start with, and I'm dating a pro hockey player, plus I make enough for my ways. It is better used this way.

I see the flight attendant starting to walk by and I quietly wave her down .

"Can I get one of these?" I hold up the little shorty of Jack, just trying to take the edge off from flying and she nods before she turns to retrieve my request.

It's not the height part entirely, I mean I hang from silks but not this damn high. It's the confinement, no escaping, trapped feeling, that is what eats me alive; It makes my skin crawl.

I'm a runner when I feel cornered, I can't run here.

The attendant returning with two shorts in hand shooting me a wink before she disappears.

I set the one down before twisting the tiny cap from the one-shot bottle. Pressing it to my lips, I let the amber liquor slide down my throat with its burn, but I consume the whole shot, as it leaves the line of fire down my throat and into my stomach.

"Easy Angel, I don't need you drunk on a plane." Jax mumbles as he opens one eye, looking at me.

"Bite me." I hiss; I'm trying to work my shit out over here he doesn't know exists for me.

I look over meeting his cold stare on me.

"What's wrong with you?" He snarls.

"I hate flying Jax?"

"Why didn't you tell me?" He peels his back from the seat, shifting in his seat turning towards me.

"I try not to make a big deal about everything I have a problem with Jax. I'm not a little girl."

He hums, as his eyes drop down my body before returning them to mine with his cocky smile, "You are a little girl, for one, and I need you to tell me things Macie."

"I didn't have much of a choice Jax, so I deal, and get through."

He cups my cheek, before his thumb trails across my skin, just under my eye, "You always have a choice, Angel. I don't want you to just deal, I want you to trust me, let me in Macie."

Damn if this man doesn't know how to twist my heart in my chest and take it; He's fucking got it too.

"I'm trying Jax." I whisper, I really am trying.

"Try harder." His hand falls from my cheek before both his hands are around my hips and he pulls me into his lap. As my knees fall to the seat straddling him, I lock my hands around his neck as his hands slide up my thighs.

"What's that little mind of yours thinking about?"

I shrug half dropping my gaze, and he lifts my chin, making me look directly into his eyes.

"I don't know what to do with Kenny's offer." I am so confused about what I should do, and I will admit, I've been quiet and distant since.

"I'll support you either way Macie, but I won't tell you what to do. This is your choice."

I nod with my hard swallow, so confused what to do.

Do I really want to run a club, dance or not dance there? I loved the show, being able to perform in front of a big audience, even though I was scared at first. I'm craving it now. I could do both, but jeez, I want a life too, that's why I enjoyed the thought of doing big performances, and that's really all I needed to do.

"I don't fucking know what to do Jax." I lean into him, tucking my head in the crease of his neck and his arms wrap around me, holding me tight against his chest.

"You have a couple days to think about it. But for now, think about something else. "

I smile, pressing a kiss to the skin of his neck, "Like what?"

"Well, after we land and we have our meeting, I'm free for the day."

"Ooh... I'm sure we can find some trouble to get into."

"I'm sure we can." His hands slide down my back before they cup my ass and he curls his fingers into my ass, pulling my center tighter against him.

I've already felt his cock growing against my thigh, and naughty thoughts swirl around in my head.

"Jax." His name whispers from my lips filled with need as I slide my hands down his sides before they work their way up his chest.

Feeling the heat radiate from him, wanting to ride him right here and now, but I know all too well, I will be heard, I can't help not being quiet.

Jax tucks his lips against my ear before his whispering growl echoes in my ear, "Don't worry Angel, I'm going to take care of this pussy tonight."

My nipples twist and my insides pulse with need. Knowing all too well, he's a man of his word.

But I tease him any ways, "You better, or I'll have to do it myself."

"Not like me, Angel."

I giggle as he chuckles.

He keeps my mind occupied talking bull shit as I stay straddled in his lap for the remainder of the flight, well most of it.

And after the plane landed and getting through the airport chaos, we were picked up and taken to the skating rink, which is next door to the hotel. The guys needing to attend their meeting, that I don't need be there for, I let the guys do their thing, and check into our room of course checking it out.

Jax

I hate that Macie is alone in a hotel room, but we don't have the time to get checked in before having to get to this fucking meeting.

I find this shit annoying; I'm here to play hockey, not to be questioned about my strategy for the game. I'm not telling you fucks; At least not the truth.

No matter how much I hate it, I have to put a fucking smile on my face and partake in my duties as Captain, answering the questions of the sponsors, or whoever has one.

I can't get my mind off Macie and this offer Kenny has sprung on her.

It kind of pisses me off; Stepping on toes a little my friend.

I'm all for it though, if it's what she wants. I won't lie, I will struggle having her dance like she did at the club knowing what it does to me, it is also doing things to others. But for her, I will do anything just to keep that smile coming from those perfect little lips.

It would be good for her to have Keri here. I see how close they are, and Macie needs that. I hate that she's alone so much.

I can't wait to get this shit done with so I can go spend the rest of my day with her. Knowing, come morning I won't see her until game time, tomorrow night.

Macie

Exploring the hotel room, I find the Jacuzzi tub and well, I feel gross from the plane. I smell like whiskey, ha, and, I have nothing else to do; So why the hell not.

I found a bath soap in the welcome basket on the counter, and it smells like sugar cookies; Oh, this is yummy.

I give a good pour into the tub that is filling with hot water, now putting a steamy sugar cookie aroma into the air. Stripping down, I inch my body down into the hot water. Letting my body adjust until I'm comfortably laid back, letting the jets swirl the sweet-smelling water around me.

I turn the water off after the tub fills, keeping those jets on as they vibrate against my back; Oh, we have to get one of these things, wow this amazing.

Trying to not think about Kenny's offer, not really knowing why it's bothering me so damn much; I can't stop.

If I owned a club, and danced, I wouldn't be able to just leave with Jax, I would have to stay behind and only come for the game. I don't think I want to miss that with him, Koda, Sully.

I understand there will be times Jax and I, both will need to be in different places at the same time, that is life. But Kenny is pretty tied to the club. I don't think that's what I want.

I try to relax, laying my head back and just soaking this in.

It's already been hours since Jax has been gone, and I wonder what he will want to do tonight. I personally am down to hang out and order food from room service.

It's like he knew I was thinking about him; hearing him call out my name and the door slamming shut following.

Returning my yell telling him I'm in the bathroom, he emerges with a smile from ear to ear, "It smells like cookies in here."

I laugh before my words carry that laugh, "I know right, don't you just want to eat it."

He pulls his shirt over his head, holding his hungry gaze on me as he unbuttons his pants and a smile curls from my lips. His pants drop to the floor and I can't help my eyes dropping and indulging on what lies between his legs before he makes his way to me and my eyes return to his.

"I want to eat something, and it sure as hell ain't cookie smelling soap."

I giggle as he sits in front of me before he pulls me onto his lap.

"How was your meeting?" I ask, sliding my hands over his shoulders.

"Good." His hands slide up my thighs, those jets still swirling the water around us with force, feeling him grow against my center.

"What do you have planned for tonight?" I ask, and he shakes his head with his answer, "I didn't plan anything."

"Good; What do you say we order room service, and we stay in? We can even eat it in bed naked."

His brow jumps before his smile spreads, "I like that idea, but you might become the meal."

I hum low in my throat, teasing him as I rock my hips against him, "That's okay, I don't mind."

With his hands sliding to my ass cheeks, he pulls me against him even tighter. His cock hard but, he's not all the way there yet.

I lean in, and press my lips to his and he deepens it. Parting my lips our tongues collide and find that rhythm they enjoy sharing. His arms wrap around me, and he lifts me from the water, setting me against the cool tile on the side of the tub.

As he kneels in front of me, his hands run up my thighs, pushing my legs apart, "Spread them wide Angel, I want a clear view of my pussy."

I let my knees fall, spreading my legs wide for him, as I lick my lips before I bite my bottom lip. He holds his gaze on me and lowers his head between my legs and as soon as his tongue flicks against my clit I buck.

My eyes flutter as he continues to flick at my clit before he sucks my clit into his mouth and my body curls into him. My hand fists his hair and I look down, meeting his eyes filled with desire, watching him work between my legs only making this fucking hotter.

His tongue begins to slide down, sliding between my folds, over my tight hole, back to my slit before his tongue dives inside me. Gripping my thighs, pulling me into him as he becomes ravenous between my legs, and my body shivers.

He sucks my clit, before he swirls his tongue around every inch of me, sucking, and lapping, eating my pussy like it's his last meal and my body convulses.

"Yes, fuck, yes, JAX!" I moan and my eyes roll with the intensity of the orgasm shattering me. Not aware this kind of pleasure can be felt from his tongue doing magical work between my legs.

"You taste like a sugar cookie." he whispers against my pulsing slit.

I giggle and he takes my clit between his teeth. He tugs, kind of fucking hard, and I curl into him, squeezing my legs against him, "Fuck Jax!"

His tongue curls, and he sucks my clit into his mouth, and I swear my eyes go cross eyed.

He pushes my legs a part, "Keep them fucking open."

I lift my brow, and my insides pulse, "Yes, Daddy." I tease in a whisper .

His hands slide up and lock around my hips, and in one swift flip, I'm on my stomach, and he pulls my ass closer to him.

His tongue is lapping between my lips over my slit and up to my tight hole, spreading my ass cheeks with a bruising grip on them. I look over my shoulder back at him and the look in his eyes is crazed.

Like a feen and I think I'm finally seeing the side of Jax he tries so hard to tame.

"Fuck me Jax, fuck me like you want to." I whisper and his eyes lock with mine. Watching his jaw clench, his hand slides up my spine, before entangling in my hair, pulling my head back.

As he pulls my back against his chest, he drops his lips to me ear, growling his whisper, "Don't let me hurt you."

The tips of his fingers curl against my scalp, tightening his hold on my hair, and I feel his cock brushing against my inner thigh.

I give Jax a slight nod as I push my ass back into his lower stomach. He stands before his arm curls around my stomach, and he picks me up with one arm and steps from the tub.

"What are you doing?" I ask in a giggle.

"Taking you to the fucking bed." He chuckles, but it's not one I've before heard, this ones, dark, dangerous, and fucking hot as fuck.

He tosses me on the bed still both soaking wet. Dropping a knee, "Flip, on all fours, Angel."

"God, I fucking love this." I giggle out and flip. When I get up on my hands and knees, I slam my ass into him. And well, he was waiting. He directs his cock to slam straight through my opening.

My breath catches in my throat as my thighs squeeze together as he sends his cock through my walls. Taking the full length of him, his hands hook around my hips feeling him slide in and out of my slit, feeling places hit I didn't think could be, and my pussy pulses.

Quivering with a sensation I can't take, "Fuck, Jax." I whimper.

He wraps my hair around his hand and yanks my head back. My eyes roll as he takes complete control of my body. Feeling the roller coaster of arousal that rockets through my walls, feeling the ridges of his raging hard cock, feeling every fucking inch of him.

"Come on my dick Macie." He growls through gritted teeth. I feel his thumb press against my tight hole causing me to swallow my breath, before my lips part again.

He spits, perfect aim at my ass hole he's now working his two fingers against. When I look over my shoulder meeting his gaze, the corner of his parted lips curl to that sinful smile and his finger slides inside my ass.

I squeeze around him, adjusting to the sensation as my moan hums in my throat.

He chuckles, "Yeah, what I thought. You like it baby don't you."

I bite my bottom lip with my smile. Enjoying the pleasurable sensation humming through my insides.

His thrusts are long, using the full length of his cock as he fills me, stretching my walls, deeper and deeper with each thrust. The extra pressure in my backside taking my arousal to a new high.

He pulls back on my hair, pulling my back against his chest. Now up on my knees as he continues to fuck me with his brutal thrusts, his hand slides from my back side.

Sliding up, wrapping his hand around my throat. With his grip around my throat he uses it to follow his rhythm as he continues to rip my insides a part. But the painful pleasure overtakes me. I convulse, I whimper, I can't contain the orgasm that floods me, leaving me limp in the legs, his grip on me the only thing holding me up.

"That's right baby, take it like a good girl, and fucking soak me."

He gets just what he fucking wants. My climax gushes around his cock, feeling it run down my inner thighs in a heavy stream .

"YES!" My eyes roll, with my screaming pleasure, I let loose and do not fucking care.

I feel him slide from my walls before he flips me, tossing me to my back and he fists his cock. I lean up, wrapping my hand around his cock, before my lips are parting and around his cock. Sucking down, filling my mouth with his cock and the taste of myself, he groans, "Fuck Angel, you dirty fucking girl."

He thrusts into my mouth, sending the tip of his cock down my throat with force, gagging the fuck out of me, before he continues to drive his cock into my mouth.

I cup his soaked balls from my arousal, massaging them, feeling them tighten in my hand, knowing he's going to come.

His cock grows against my tongue before I taste the salty goodness spurting from his cock against my tongue. He slides from my mouth and he finishes on my face. I lock eyes with him and let him paint my face with his white hot seed, licking my lips, as he smears his tip against my lips.

"You…" He pants, he shakes his head as his hand wraps around my throat, "You are such a good fucking girl." He growls before his lips crash against mine, not giving a fuck his come is all over my face, my lips, he eats my lips with his kiss anyways.

Oh, boy, this, is… wow, I never thought it could be like this.

"Now get cleaned up, I'll order food." He whispers against my lips, and I smile, before he presses another kiss to my lips.

His touch slides from my throat, before he pulls away. Holding that proud smile on his face as he stands before he walks from the room.

I go to the bathroom and get myself cleaned up, feeling the soreness between my legs but it's a good one; I never thought sex could feel like that.

Jax, knows what the fuck he is doing. And I have a feeling, he is just getting started .

Getting myself situated and calming down; I dig through my bag and find something to wear.

After getting dressed I find Jax out in the main room, the kitchen and living room all in one.

"What did you order?" I ask as I adjust my tank top.

He chuckles as he turns and looks at me, "Everything, I'm starving."

"I guess so, you just worked up an appetite." I tease.

He steps beside me and he curls his arm around my back, looking down, "You okay?"

I smile with my nod, "Perfect."

He kisses my forehead and I look at the paper he's looking at.

"What's this?"

"The bull shit Josh wants me to do."

I lift a brow and see it's like a schedule of what Jax needs to be doing.

"A photoshoot?" I ask as I look up and his lips go into a straight line.

"Yeah, fucking bull shit; I'm here to play hockey."

"I know, but that comes with all this."

He nods dropping his gaze, looking back at the paper.

He fucking hates this shit. I do know that. He always has hated the interviews and press chaos, but he's so damn good at it.

He's grumpy and sunshine I tell ya.

There's a knock on the door before Jax leaves my side to answer it.

Returning with a huge tray of food containers and boxes I laugh, "You weren't joking."

"Fuck no, I gotta pack it in for tomorrow."

I laugh as we go into the kitchen.

We unpack the food; he really did get a little of everything. Laying all the containers out, I slide my ass up on to the counter, and I hand Jax a fork, "Shall we?"

He chuckles, taking the fork, resting on his forearm tucked under his chest, leaning against the counter and we both dive in.

Picking a little of everything over conversations and laughs. Bringing up memories of hotel hockey games from when we were little. I was always dragged to the away games, so of course I share the memories. Maybe not as in depth as Jax remembers them, but I do remember them.

"Do you remember when you guys used to play with those little sticks in the hallway?"

He laughs, "Yeah, until Sully broke a light out and we got in fucking trouble."

"If I remember correctly, two lights were broken that night."

He snorts, "Yeah, but I didn't get caught."

"True; I wonder if Sully still has the sticks."

He hums his laugh, nodding his head and my face lights up with a smile.

"Does he really have them?"

"Yeah; We tend to still fuck off here and there."

"Oh, fuck yes, I'm playing this time."

"Go get him." Jax suggests as he nods towards the door and I jump from the counter. My hurried steps are for the door.

Sully and Koda are across the hall from us, so I bang on their door before Sully opens it and I smile.

"Let' s play some hallway hockey." I say playfully with my smile.

He chuckles, "Read my mind."

He opens the door wider and on the table the sticks lay, and I bark a laugh.

Koda rounds the corner asking, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, come on, let's have some fun." I grab the sticks from the table and toss one to Koda, one to Sully, before I take two with me.

They are just plastic hockey sticks and we use a ping pong ball, because well, when the tennis ball was used, the lights were broke out; Jax and Sully.

Jax emerges from our room, and I toss him the other stick from my hand.

It's just for fun, slap a little ping pong ball up and down the narrow hallway, so it's not like you have a lot of room.

The laughs are had between us. More of the team emerge from their rooms joining our fun.

I have the ball and I shoot it between Jax's legs before I duck between them, laughing, finding it funny I can just zip right under these guys.

"You little short shit." I giggle to Jax's laughing words, before I slap the ball towards Koda, and it bounces from his forehead.

"Oops." I laugh curling over with my laugh as I hold my stomach. The ball bounces from my shoulder from Koda playfully throwing it back at me.

"And that is why you don't play hockey." Koda laughs.

And I laugh with him, "Hey, I'm not that bad. "

"Right."

And this is how we spend the rest of our evening. Hanging with the guys on the team, playing some dumb hallway hockey game, that just relaxes these guys.

You can see it in them all, some have been here, some like the guys, have not. But they all hold the same focus in their eyes, but their demeanors chill. And one thing I've learned, being the little sister, the coach's daughter, is seeing the strength in a team.

I see it with them all, their energy balances each other's. A good mix of adrenaline and chill, respect and authority, friendship and teammates. Seeing how well they all played the other day, I think I can confidently say my dad would be proud of Koda, Jax, and Sully; he would tell them they are ready.

Because they are, they just have to believe it now.