6. The Game

The Game

Macie

L ast night was great; I actually enjoyed being on the ice like I used to.

Knowing for sure where Jax and I stand now, gives me that little giddy girl feeling inside but I'm ready for the judgement to start too. And… As much as my mother didn't seem to care; We haven't gotten to Paul yet.

I really do hope things work for Jax and he gets offered a spot on a pro team. I was never set on where I was going. I just wanted to go, explore, see new things, meet people, and to think that I may be doing that with Jax. It's exciting.

When we got home last night, Jax basically dropped me off. He and the guys went and did their pregame night shenanigans, which I told him to go. He didn't want to, but I told him to because well, I'm exhausted and I really need my energy for tonight.

I went to the club this morning to practice a few of my aerial silk tricks. Made sure there was a section reserved for the "family" and now, I'm taking a shower to get ready for tonight's game.

I haven't seen Jax since this morning both preparing for our big night's. I know what tonight means for him. They all could be offered positions on pro teams, what they've been working their whole lives for. It sucks I won't be able to watch the end of the game, but I'll be able to tell when I see them later.

Getting out of the shower, I get myself dressed, deciding tonight is not the night to get under Jax's skin, more than I will later, I wear a dress that my friend Holly made me from their jerseys. I have all of them. Making sure to pack my bag with a change of clothes before I head downstairs and I'm out the door.

My mother left with Paul a while ago, and I'm nervous about tonight, having them all watch me dance. It's not really the type of dancing you would want your mother and your step-father to watch, as provocative as it may be. We are surrounded by guards all night. I ignore them, I act as if they are not there. Paul was right about that.

Also, it is an art, a style of dance, we just add our own touch to make it what it is.

I start my car, hearing my phone ding, I grab it from the cup holder and see a text from Jax, opening it reads…

Go through back door.

Pulling a smile to my face, I type back.

Okay

Setting my phone down, shifting my car into first before, I let my foot off the clutch and press the gas pedal with my other and I'm off to the rink.

Once getting to the rink I park in the back where I had already planned to park. I work here, I can go through all the doors. I walk across the parking lot and through the back door, making my way to the locker room, knowing Jax didn't send that text for no reason .

"My number looks good on you Angel." I giggle with the growling words coming from behind me as I pull my gaze up, spinning around.

"I didn't think it was a good idea to wear someone else's."

I have Jax, Sully, Dax, and of course my brother's jerseys with their numbers, and normally I just grab one from the hanger and that's what I wear, but now I will be sure to wear the one that has 23 on it, and the name Carter.

"Good girl." he growls in a hum pulling a smile to my face.

I can't help my eyes trailing down his body as he takes a step towards me. He's half dressed in his pads, from the waist down, in his skates, making him that much more taller than me. The work of art in tattoos glisten off the lights above and I just want to sink my teeth into his chest and do all kinds of things with this man in front of me.

Jesus fuck.

Swallowing down my heated disturbed mind, my eyes meet his as he holds that cocky smile.

"I'm sorry I won't be able to see the end of the game." I mean that, I never miss a game.

"That's alright, you've seen plenty."

"Yeah, but this is important to you."

"It'll be alright, Angel." The palm of his hand rests against my cheek and I lean into it, it's kind of hard not to. Something in his eyes flares and I can feel my heart start to beat a little faster. His hand disappears from my cheek before wrapping around my wrist, pulling me into an empty locker room.

"What are doing?" I ask with a soft giggle as he pulls me against his bare chest and heat engulfs my skin.

"I'm starving."

I lift a brow, "No, no, no … You have to wait until later. "

He cocks a brow before his words growl from deep within his throat, "I'm not asking, I'm eating that fucking pussy, right now."

His hand slides up around my throat, he leans down and kisses me with a darkened desire as he backs me up until the backs of my calves hit the bench.

"Sit." He growls against my lips and a small smile curls against his lips, before his fingers tighten around my throat, guiding me down to a sit before continuing to lie me back, falling with me.

His free hand rests above my head, flat against the bench, his other still around my throat, holding that hungry gaze on me before his words growl from deep in his throat, "Don't move."

His hand slides from my throat and I swallow hard with the heat sparking off inside me with his demanding words.

His touch against my bare thighs, pushing my dress up, before he curls his fingers around my panties and yanks them off.

I lift my head and look down at him kneeled between my legs. Meeting those eyes that are normally so green, they are now filled with fire glow of desire as his words growl, "Do you know how long I've wanted to do this; how much control it has taken me to not do this years ago."

He slides two fingers between my folds, over my clit, feeling the pulse within my walls and a moan hums in my throat as my words whisper out, "You should've."

"I should've." He huffs before he slides two fingers inside my opening, massaging my walls, circling over my clit with the pad of his thumb.

My breath catches in my throat with the stretch of his fingers inside me, not having been touched for years, sending those pleasurable sensations to rock my world.

As he massages my walls with his fingers, he continues those quiver causing circles over my clit with his thumb .

"Come for me angel, I want to clean every drop from your pussy and make you give me more with my tongue." I squeeze around his fingers as my head falls back on the verge of giving him just what he wants.

His curled fingers massaging my walls in a quicker pace now, going deeper, he hits that spot that detonates my climax.

I slap down around the sides of the bench I'm laid out on, squeezing my thighs together as my ass lifts from the bench, unable to contain this shattering orgasm.

"Fuck Jax." the words scream from my mouth, forgetting where I am and his hand slaps over my mouth, chuckling between my legs.

He gives me no time to catch my breath, before his fingers slide from my pussy replacing them with his warm wet tongue, brushing against my walls in a heavy pace. Feeling his warm breath against my clit my walls squeeze around his tongue and I am on the verge of drowning him.

Firmly covering my mouth, good damn thing because I'm fucking losing it.

His tongue slides from my slit before he bites down on my clit dragging it between his teeth and my thighs slap around his head as my hand digs into the back in his head, fisting his hair and he spreads my legs even wider as he sucks down on my clit, and it's over.

A second climax is ripped from my walls in a gush, feeling my come run down over my tight hole.

"Good girl." His growl hums against my slit.

Trying to catch a breath as I swallow hard. My heart hammers against my chest and hums in my ears as his tongue flattens. Licking from my tight hole, up over my slit, finishing with circling around my clit. He lifts his head from between my legs and his hand falls from my mouth. I gasp for a breath of air through my parted lips, "Holy fuck Jax. "

"Better than I ever imagined you tasting, so fucking sweet." He slides between my legs, leaning over me, bracing his hand flat against the bench above my head looking down at me, "That pussy is going to get me into a lot of trouble."

I wrap my legs around his waist and pull his body down against mine, my hand wraps around the back of his head, and I whisper against his ear, "You have no idea just how much."

He chuckles deep in his throat mixing with that growl, carrying on our teasing banter.

His lips press against mine, before he pulls back, "Now I can play some fucking hockey."

"You better get going, game starts soon." I say as I look up at the clock on the wall and he turns his head looking at it.

"Fuck." He barks and I giggle as my legs fall from around his waist and he peels himself off me.

"See, trouble." He laughs.

"You started it."

"And I'll finish it."

I look around for my panties that he ripped off me and I look up to him with my question, "Where are my panties?"

He laughs as he tosses them in the air, catching them again.

"Give them to me Jax."

"Nope, mine; See you later Angel." He darts out the door and I burst into laughter, "What the fuck!"

Collecting my thoughts, adjusting my dress, preparing to feel a constant chill going panty less, but here the fuck I am, rocking it as I walk out the door.

I make my way down the hall and the closer I get to the rink, the louder the music gets. Causing my heart to beat faster as the adrenaline of a game fills my veins and once getting there, the crowd fills the stands, seeing the scouts for Pro Teams, excites me, and I hope Jax has his head in the game and not still wear it just was.

I go to the seat I always sit in, meeting my mother there, yay me, but thankfully, my friend Stacie is here too, "Hey girl."

"Hey Stac."

"Where have you been? You look all hot and bothered."

I snort a laugh, keeping the heat from spreading to my cheeks, not really wanting to say anything in front of mom yet, "I had some errands to handle before getting here."

"Mhm mhm…" Stacie gives me that knowing smile, before I look over to Mom asking, "Still coming tonight?"

Stacie knows I dance, and she snaps her gaze at me, knowing what I'm doing tonight.

"Yes, I told you I was; Paul and I talked; I've opened my mind for now." She raises her chin, like I'm beneath her, and I raise mine higher, she is not beneath me. I love my mother, but we have never had that mother daughter love relationship that most get.

The music changes to the team's song breaks our intense stare, knowing she may have opened her mind, but she will never approve.

Hearing the guys come down the hall, I turn my gaze on them, and watch them bounce off each other's chest in their manly pregame pump up.

I missed the early practice, which I never do, but I ran behind today. The warm-up is a great thing to watch. Not only do they do drills, but they stretch, and it will leave the ladies hot and bothered as they gyrate against the ice with their stretches.

My brother #32 and Timmy #60, the goalies walk out first, followed by Jax #23, Sully #43, Dax #69, and so on. Sully is the Assistant Captain.

Jax looks up before he passes me in the stands, curling that delicious smile before shooting me a wink. My heart shaped hands go up, widening his smile before he pulls his gaze away and steps onto the ice and skates off.

They do a few laps around the freshly cleaned ice by the Zamboni, one of my favorite times to get out there. It's like glass, so smooth.

I hear Stacie's whispering question, avoiding my mother, "So, she knows?"

I nod and whisper back, "Long story, tell ya later."

"I'll be at the club tonight."

I look over at her and giggle, "I bet you will." She likes to come hang out and pick up a guy or two.

The guys huddle at the team box, getting ready for the first of many plays. Dakota in the net, ruffing up the ice a little more than he already has. We may want smooth, but he wants ruff ice.

The guys, Jax, Sully, Brayden, Dax, Quinn all first players tonight. Dax and Brayden I've known a long time too, but they don't hang out with the guys that much.

Jax faces off with the opposing team as the ref holds the puck above the ice, before he drops it. The sound of sticks slapping together echoes, and the puck glides across the ice in force back to Sully, from Jax slapping it between his legs from the face off.

Sully takes the puck around Dakota's net, the guys lining up for their play, before they start it. Working as a team, Sully takes the puck so far before he passes it to Brayden, heading toward the opposing net.

Jax front and center of the net, waiting for his pass, roughing a little with the opposing defenseman, which makes me giggle. I did always enjoy a good hockey fight.

Brayden slaps the puck to Quinn, before it's passed to Jax in a quick slap, another quick slap from Jax's stick, sending the puck to the upper right corner of the net, hitting against the back of the net .

GOAL!

The sirens go off announcing the goal, the lights strobe, and the crowd goes wild as the guys celebrate on the ice with their team hug, before Jax and Sully do their special handshake, whatever you want to call it.

Jax was always Mr. personality on the ice. Loves the fights, loves celebration secret/special handshakes, the pumping up, that's why he's Captain, he's fucking crazy. But he keeps these guys lively like they need to be.

He looks over my way, pointing his stick at me, and I giggle with my smile, but then, I realize, people may catch onto that. I don't care what people think, I just have had enough judgement in my life, I don't want anymore. Getting out of here is a new start around people that don't know me, the real me.

The plays continue, a lot of up and down the ice now that a goal has been scored and the opposing team is pissed. I've noticed Jax taking a lot of bull shit he doesn't normally take, actually they all have, knowing what is watching. Fighting is not always looked down upon, it is part of it, they get taught how to fight properly in skates. But it's not always what a scout wants to see, they want to see them actually play and not spend the game in the penalty box.

The first period buzzer goes off ending it with us winning by one. What a rough first period.

Stacie and I fall into conversation, my mother joining, just ignoring the tension between us. She'll get the fuck over it. I am who I am, like me or not, I am me.

The intermission is short lived, before the guys make their way back onto the ice. A quick skate around to warm up, before they prepare for second period to begin.

The face off happens, and the opposing team gets the puck this time, taking it down the ice towards Dakota, making a shot on him, but he blocks it perfectly, like he has the last 8 shots they have taken on him. I will say, my brother is wicked good.

Jax skates up to Dakota with the play now over. His hand rests on the top of Dakota's helmet as he holds the front of their helmets together. Always showing goalie appreciation, sharing a word before seeing them both nod, and Jax skates off.

Another face off is had, and the plays continue. The tension between the defensemen on the other team and Jax only gets more heated, and roughing gets more aggressive, and I know, from watching these guys play. Jax is only going to handle so much more of it before he snaps.

Brayden makes a shot, but the opposing goalie blocks it, on his game tonight as well.

Another faceoff and this time, Jax is not fucking playing. His stick slaps against the puck hard and Sully is on the receiving end. Jax dodges his faceoff player from checking him. Sully passes it to Quinn, to Brayden, back to Jax.

Jax swings hard, bending his stick as it slaps the ice, sending the puck into the back of the net.

GOAL!

That player that's been fucking with him shoves Jax, and well; Game the fuck on.

They agree it's happening before the sticks go down followed by gloves and the punches begin. Holding each other by the chest pads with one hand as their other lays the punches until they both go down on the ice and the refs break it up.

Jax rips from the grip of the ref, before he rips his helmet off, looking madder than fuck as he skates to the penalty box. I giggle, finding it funny. These guys get so worked up, I mean it is a game, I know a lot is a stake but they really trash talk.

Jax serves his time in the box for fighting before he is turned loose back on the ice, and when he does return, it's like he got a power nap. He finishes a play with the team before the intermission buzzer goes off, ending second period, and it's now my time to leave .

I walk to the glass next to the hallway he's about to go down when he gets off the ice, and wait for him.

Jax sees me standing here and stops at the glass in front of me, holding his gaze with mine.

"I have to go; I'll see you later."

He curls that sinful cocky smile with his words, "I can't fucking wait."

I bite my lip, before I shoot him a wink before I turn and walk away.

Oh, he is in for a big WET surprise tonight.