27. Away Game

Away Game

Macie

I t's early, still dark outside and I can hear Jax stirring around getting ready for today.

Our night in the hallway playing hockey and the many attempts at hitting the ping pong ball towards my brother that always managed to bounce off him, some way or the other; Oh well, we had fun and we had good laughs.

I lay here in bed watching Jax, just admiring him as he brushes his teeth, he trims and shapes his beard, what little he has never letting it get too thick but always having something there; He honestly would look like baby face without it, but with it, he is fucking delicious.

And it tickles my pussy; I giggle with my always naughty thinking mind but it's kind of hard not to when I'm staring at him. He's only wearing his boxers, every movement he makes, the muscles in his back flex and the ones in his arms bulge just by simply drying his face with a towel; Let's not even start with those legs.

Yes, I lay here and gloat over what is mine before he catches me looking at him out of the corner of his eye and that smile curls, "What the hell are you doing up?"

"Just watching a really hot fucking show."

He lifts a brow with his laugh, "What?"

"Nothing." I say as I peel back the blanket covering me and get up from the bed. I make my way to him and lean against the doorframe, holding my gaze on him.

"You ready for today?" I ask softly.

"Yeah, I'm pumped."

"Good." I push off the doorframe, taking a step towards him as my hands reach for his boxers, curling my fingers around the hem.

I hold my gaze on Jax as his brow lifts holding that cocky, daring smile, and my tongue trails across my lips before I bite my smile. Sliding his boxers down as I drop to my knees in front of him, taking his cock in my hand.

"Fucking Christ, Angel."

I swirl my tongue around his cock, still soft but quickly hardening against my tongue. Sucking his tip into my mouth, over and over, teasing, tickling the head to get him harder, before I take him into my mouth.

He groans as his hand fists my hair with a firm grip, thrusting, sending his now hard cock to slide down the back of my throat.

"God that sassy little mouth feels so fucking good." He growls through his gritted teeth as I look up, seeing his head go back.

His cock continues to fill my mouth as it slides across my tongue and down my throat.

That gag not as bad, but there which causes my throat to swell around his cock and he thrusts deeper.

"That's a good fucking girl, swallow my cock baby." He groans and I take him as deep as I can. He holds my head tight against him, his cock stretching deeper and deeper, and the tears flow from the corners of my eyes.

He takes total control of my head, and he fucks my throat. Ripping gags, drool falls to my tits from the corners of my lips. Digging my nails into his thighs as I use them to brace myself. Feeling him grow against my tongue before he fills the back of my throat with his hot cum.

His body shivers like a cold chill sweeping through him and I pop my lips from him, making sure to take every last bit of his cum with me. Succeeding I swallow him down, licking my lips as his hand curls under my chin, and he pulls me up to my feet. Bringing my lips to his in a hard, but meaningful kiss, squeezing my chin in his hand, deepening our kiss.

"You just fueled my fire, Angel."

I hum my smile against his lips, "Good, win this one, then the next one and you're moving to the next series."

"We are. I wouldn't be here without you Macie."

"Yeah, you would, it just wouldn't be as fun." I tease.

My arms slide around to his back, flattening my hands against his bare back and he returns that. His hand slides from my chin, before they are around me in a tight hold and I lay my head on his chest before he kisses the top of my head.

Next thing I know, Sully is walking into our bathroom.

"Must be nice to get your dick sucked first thing in the morning, damn; Hurry the fuck up, we're late." Sully barks.

Jax looks down at his phone, "Oh, fuck, we are late."

I giggle as Jax, quickly getting his shit together. Sully has already made it back out of our room, and I just do my thing.

"Good thing the ice is right downstairs." I giggle.

Jax chuckles, pulling his sweatshirt over his head before he leans down and presses his lips to mine in a hurry, "Love you Angel, See you soon."

"See you soon. Love you too Jax. "

That smile curls again, kiss to the cheek and he is running out of the hotel room. Leaving me to giggle to myself as I crawl back into bed; What else do I have to do, the game is tonight.

I have a whole day to do nothing. And that is exactly what I do, nothing. Finished that book I've been wanting to, watched some reality TV while I literally chilled all day. I haven't done this, in forever, and I remember why; Damn this is boring.

But the hours slowly go by, and its finally time for me to start getting ready.

I take a shower to wash my lazy day away, get this blonde hair of mine dried, throw that face on, before I get myself dressed, of course, slipping into Jax's Jersey.

Hearing my phone ring, I grab it from the nightstand, seeing it's Jax I answer on video.

"Hey you"

"Damn girl, that number looks better and better on you every time."

I bite my bottom lip with my smile, "How are you?"

"Good, ready to play."

"Someone's antsy." I laugh and he nods with that cocky smile, "Yeah, just ready to play, and go home."

"I was just about to head over; Josh had someone deliver a pass to me."

"For what?"

I shrug my shoulders, "They said I don't have to go through the front, and I can get into the back with it."

I see Jax's eyes dart up, his jaw ticks, before his eyes snap back to me.

"Alright, you have the ticket I gave you right?"

"Yeah. I'm good Jax, promise; Dax said he would call me during their intermission."

"I'm sorry you have to watch alone Angel."

"Not the first time, probably won't be the last, but I promise Jax don't worry about me. I'll see you on the ice."

He pauses for a minute, I can see the worry in his eyes, and he takes a deep breath, "See you soon Angel."

I blow him a kiss before I hang up; Yeah, it sucks I have to be alone, but it's part of the game sometimes.

I finish getting myself together, slide the hotel key card in my bra along with my credit card and license, and I'm out the door.

Even though I don't have to go through the front with the pass I have in my hand, it's still crowded. Stopping at the beer cart, grabbing one, sorry hockey is not a game without at least one beer; I grab a pretzel too and make my way to my seat.

Taking a while to get to my seat, I finally do after squeezing through and bumping into people. The guys are already working their way through the back hallway and the hum of the crowd echoes around shaking the ground my feet are on.

It's dark, lights shining around in color, the crowd may be loud but unfortunately it is not our home ice, so these fans are Springfield fans. But there are still some fans here for us. After Springfield gets out onto the ice, what fans are here for us, cheer as the guy's skate out onto the ice.

And of course, no matter if anyone is sitting here sharing this moment with me or not, I am up on my feet, cheering them on. I always thought my life would be surrounded with hockey, of course I always thought I'd end up with one. But after Corey, I told myself I never wanted a relationship with a hockey player.

And look at me now.

As the introductions are done, it's finally time to play .

The famous faceoff, center ice, the guys getting into position, Jax, Sully, Wes, Tyler, Damon, your lineup. The puck is dropped, and the play begins.

It's kind of a cluster of a mess, the puck sliding around between the skates of the players, before it finally connects with a stick from Wes. He starts a play and the fight for the goal begins, as the puck gets passed to Sully, working their way to Springfield goalie.

Passing to Jax, one swift hard slap, he takes his first shot, and sends the puck in the upper right corner, of the net.

"Whoa! Yes!" I yell as I shoot out of my seat.

Two minutes into the game and a goal; That's a good start.

I watch the guys celebrate on the ice, and the energy in them that's different. It's stronger, it's more fueled.

As the play begins again with another puck drop, the up and down the ice begins. Passing of the puck, Springfield getting the puck and making a shot on Koda. Bouncing from Koda's forearm, the play stays, and Jax get's the puck, working behind the net as he studies his next move.

Making his decision, they work as a team down the ice, blocking, passing, skating hard, fighting for another goal, and they fucking get it; God you guys are on fire tonight.

My phone rings in my pocket, sliding it out, trying to watch them celebrate and see who is calling me.

I see that it is Dax, I answer it immediately switching to video. Coming into view, the crowd still cheering and the smile on my face gives him the answer I know he is calling to ask.

"Goal?" Dax asks.

"Yeah, second goal."

"Hell yeah! We just got off the ice, wanted to see how the guys were doing."

"They're on fire Dax. "

"Didn't the game just start."

I laugh, "Yeah!"

"Hell yeah."

"How's your game going?" I ask him, still interested, I watched those guys play my whole life.

"Good, going into third, call you after to watch the rest of the game with you, okay?"

I nod with my smile, kind of sad I'm alone, but, I understand, and I one day may not be here too, "Good Luck guys, skate hard."

"Thanks Macie."

I shoot Dax a wink and I hang up. Looking back up to the ice, the plays have started again.

Springfield takes a shot on Koda, but he catches the puck in his glove; There ya go bro.

I cheer him on, along with the crowd, a saved goal is the same as making a goal. It's celebrated. Without your goalie, your teams are nothing.

The plays continued, leading 2-0. Now, with only 5 minutes remaining of the first period.

Good start guys, keep up this energy, and you'll have this win too. And they do keep that energy up. They finish first period and no more goals from either team are scored.

As Jax steps from the ice he looks up, meeting my gaze on him and he points to the back hallway. I smile and nod, knowing he wants me to meet him back there.

I make my way to the back hallway I was in earlier, flashing my pass at the security that I've already seen a few times now. As I walk down the hall, I feel a hand grip my elbow before I'm yanked into a room.

My chest is pinned to the wall as the door shuts and I look over my shoulder as Jax's lips dip to my ear. His body pins me, still in his pads and skates, my ass is now between his thighs.

He tucks his lips to my neck before he kisses, then whispers, "We are going to have so much fun tonight." His growl causes the hair to prickle on my neck as my body cascades with goosebumps.

He sinks his teeth into my neck and my opening drips while my thighs squeeze together.

"Oh, fuck." The words whisper in a whimper from my lips, finding this incredibly hot. He turns me then backs me to the bench, towering over me with his threatening height.

"We've been here before." I tease and he hums his laugh, before the backs of my legs hit the bench and my ass falls to it as he sits me down.

His hand wraps around my throat as he leans into my lips, pushing me flat against the bench, "Be a good girl and come for me."

My eyes flutter as my heart pounds in my chest.

He licks his lips as his hand runs up my thigh just so perfectly. He leans back and kneels between my legs, nestling perfectly between them as he pushes my dress up, he slides my panties from my thighs.

Lowering his head before I feel his warm tongue slide around my slit, before he flicks at my clit, sucking it into his mouth.

I look between my legs, watching him do magical things with his tongue, the sensation sending a heat rocketing through me and he looks up, meeting my gaze, "Come Angel, we don't have all fucking night."

I hum in my throat feeling Jax's words growl against my slit. His tongue dives inside me, massaging against my walls causing me to arch my back from the bench.

"Fuck baby, you're fucking delicious. "

My eyes roll hearing this sexy growl from him and my nipples harden.

He devours me, he nips, he sucks, he licks from my clit to my slit, to my tight hole, creating a sensational slick mess mixing his spit with my arousal that is dripping from my opening.

Pressing my thighs wider, I have no idea how he is capable of doing what he is doing, but he is. It's delicious, it's magical, it's a convulsing pleasure. My legs shake against his hands, my back arches from the bench as my body releases a quivering orgasm. Curling my body as I grab the top of his head, fisting this hair riding the intense humming orgasm that is causing my clit to tingle and my walls to convulse.

I don't know what causes me to do it, but I do; I grip his head harder, and pull his face deeper, harder against me and my head falls back with my parted lips.

The high rushes through me, leaving my mind fuzzed as he licks and devours me and the dam he just opened.

"What the fuck." The words whisper in a pant as I pull my head up and look between my legs again. Locking eyes with Jax as he lifts his head, holding that dangerous, but sexy in a sinful way smile and I let go of his hair, watching him lick his lips.

He leans between my legs, feeling him press against my center as he leans down over me, bringing his lips to my ear, before he whispers, "You are in so much fucking trouble."

He peels his body from mine and I follow him sitting up, as his hand cups my cheek, still kneeling in front of me, causing him to be eye level. He brings his lips to mine and I melt into him, still feeling that high as my arms wrap around his neck and his around my waist.

Sully opens the door, "Jax, let's go."

I smile against his lips.

"See this pussy is always getting me in trouble." He chuckles .

I giggle, pressing another kiss to his lips before I whisper, "Go win this game, so we can have some fun."

"Yes ma'am." He playfully says and he stands, taking my hand, pulling me to a stand and I walk to the door, stopping beside Sully.

"Have a good game."

Sully leans down and kisses my cheek before he whispers, "Thank you, Macie."

And he walks away before I feel Jax's hand slap my ass from behind as he leans in and kisses my other cheek, "See you soon Angel."

"See you soon."

And I make my way down the hallway, hearing the guys get rowdy again in the locker room, ready to get back to playing.

Getting back to my seat, second period begins. I watch the guys skate around on the ice, still carrying that fire, knowing they are not going to let up.

After the first intermission, the refuel overtakes them, and their skates only skate harder. They don't tire, they fight hard, they skate hard, and they score.

Koda, playing the best he's played in a long time, he's unstoppable tonight. Nothing is getting past him; he is a brick fucking wall.

My phone vibrates and it's a text from Dax.

In overtime, call as soon as I can, sorry Macie.

No worries, get'em Dax

Well, his game changed quickly. Hope his lucky shot comes out in overtime for him.

Dax has an incredible slap shot, and if given the right opportunity, Koda can't even stop it .

I turn my attention back on the game. Sully and Jax, the partnership those two have shared on the ice is seen tonight, as they work in Wes, Tyler, and Damon. They keep the puck on Springfield ice. Player's switch off and on the ice, keeping your five players moving and from tiring.

With it being Jax's turn, his eyes lock with mine as he jumps over the board into the player box in front of me as Mason another player jumps onto the ice. Switching shifts, giving Jax a break since the puck has been in play for a while, no ridiculous icing calls. He shoots me that sexy wink with his smile and he's back focusing on the game which leaves me to smile a giggle; God this man is fucking something.

It's not long before the whistle blows, that icing call finally happens, and the guys switch up again, Jax returning to the ice, Sully and Wes with him. Mason and Conner go out this time instead of Tyler and Damon, all getting into position for the play.

Only a few minutes left of second period, and we are leading 3-0; Let's go guys, keep it together, one more period.

Second period ends, and the guy's skate from the ice, Jax giving me that wink.

The urge to use the restroom hits and I make a break for it. Making my way through the crowd all doing the same thing or getting more beer. Pushing my way through I get to the back hallway, knowing I'll have a better chance of being in and out.

I make it there, do my thing before I'm walking out of the bathroom again. As I turn to walk back down the hall, I run right into Josh.

"Oh sorry." I apologize.

"Where are you off to in a hurry." He laughs.

"Back to my seat, I figured this one would be quicker." I nod towards the door I just exited, and he chuckles, "You're right about that. "

"Well, I better get back before I miss the start of third." I suggest, preparing to take a step around Josh, but he stops me, "Just come with me Macie."

"Uh?" I question as I look up to him again.

"You're my assistant, shh." He gives me that side eye, as if to say shut up and play along, so I do.

He nods down the hall as he starts to walk away. I follow him and when I realize he is taking me to the players box, I stop him, "I don't want to distract them."

Josh turns and looks at me with a cocky smile, "If anything, you're just going to light a hotter fire under Jax; I've learned something about him."

"Oh yeah, what's that." I snort.

"The closer you are, the better he plays. Don't think I don't know he met you during the first intermission."

I snort, covering my mouth with my hand, hiding my smile.

"Come on, before you make me late." He chuckles and I return it, as I follow him.

Fuck Jax, we are so bad; I snort another laugh, still covering my smile as I walk.

I step into the box, the guys already on the ice and I lean against the back wall. I can see Jax, Sully, and Koda all looking to where I was sitting looking at each other; They're looking for me.

I continue to watch as players start getting into the box, getting ready for third period, when Jax finally sees me leaning against the wall and he skates to the box.

"What's wrong?" The worry washes over his face, and I can't help but giggle, "Nothing."

"I caught her in the hallway, told her to come with me." Josh says. Jax looks at Josh for a moment, and I'm not really sure, but something in his eyes flares before he looks back at me.

"I can go back to my seat." I suggest and he leans over the wall, and I meet him halfway, leaning into him.

"You're fine right where you are." He kisses my cheek before he leans back and holds that intimidating stare on Josh as he chews on his mouth guard, looking like an angry rattlesnake.

He looks back to me and that smile spreads, "See ya soon Angel." He shoots me a wink and he's gone to get ready for the third period faceoff.

I stay leaning against the wall, the energy is entirely different in the box. Hearing the guy's yell and well trash talk with their cursing words, along with Coach Josh's and his assistant coaches.

And I watch the game enjoying it from this view, not that I haven't been here before, it's just been a long time. The last time I watched a game from the box was my dad's last game he coached.

Having my gaze dropped from the ice, taking a minute to rein myself in from that memory, that is hitting me harder than I thought. I see before I feel the handle of a stick slide between my thighs, and I look up.

Realizing in front of me is Jax, his back is turned, seeing his number 23 with his name. His stick continues to slide up between my thighs but he's not looking at me, he's watching the game as he sits on the bench.

I grab his stick and give it a good jerk before I watch his head drop as it shakes. He pulls his stick away and quits fucking with me, leaving me giggling to myself.

He's back on the ice. Sully and Wes working down the ice, attempting a goal, but it's a no go this shot.

The last 10 minutes of the game always feel like the longest and so far, no goals have been scored in third period, but we are still leading 3-0.

Springfield player and Jax racing down the ice into the corner, the puck gets hung up at their skates as they both fight to get the puck free and the way they want it.

Another Springfield player slams into Jax with force, knocking him to the ice; Oh boy.

I look at Josh, and he looks at me as I lift a brow curling my smile; I already know what's coming, does Josh?

When Jax's skates get back under him, he zones in on the player who just checked him, before he returns that check. But when Jax does it, he throws all his weight into it.

Knocking the player to the ice, Jax leans over top him. As if he is saying something to him before he skates off again, returning to the play. Nothing is called but it only makes things more intense.

The timer continues to count down. The guys keeping the puck in play, and doing their best to keep it in Springfield zone. The refs get annoying with their icing calls stopping plays, which stops the clock, which drags the last three minutes of the game out.

Unless Springfield can score three goals in that time, we've won; It's not impossible, never say that; it can happen.

But, unfortunately for Springfield tonight is not their night, as the buzzer goes off, and the Nighthawks have won!

The guys fly off the bench they were sitting on in front of me, jumping the wall onto the ice. They dog pile Koda in their celebration and before I know it, I'm swept off my feet and spun around, before I'm set back on my feet. Realizing its Coach Josh as he looks down at me with his smile, "I don't know what you do, but girl you bring luck with you."

I giggle as I shake my head and turn my gaze back to the ice. I always enjoy watching them celebrate a win. They work hard for every win they get.

And I hope this winning streak keeps up for them, so they can get what they've always dreamed of.

Jos h

I haven't had a team this strong, this much fire lit under their asses like I do right now.

I don't know what Macie has to do with those three boys, they all don't talk about their past; at least I don't hear it. They are here to play and do what I know they are capable of doing. Why I brought them here.

You keep the four of them together, you will have cup winners, and I hope I am the Coach to take them there.

I watch Macie celebrate, funny watching a little thing like her, barely seen surrounded by these guys, but she's a pistol. You have your typical bunnies, girls only wanting a player for popularity, or just for the fuck of it, I was these boys age once, and played.

But I am here to fucking tell you, Macie is NO puck bunny.

She's the real fucking deal and watching her watch the guys celebrate on the ice, how intense her gaze is on them, how happy she is. And you can see how much she loves them all.

But what she and Jax have, is something unique.