Page 125 of Puck It!

"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.

Josh

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.

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