Page 73 of Puck It!

"Quit looking at me like that Angel?" He whispers in a growl.

The corner of my lips curl into a playful smile, "Like what?"

He looks over, "That naughty girl is sparkling in your eyes, and it's taking everything I have already not to stop this car and fuck you into the next county."

I drag my bottom lip through my teeth and his palm cups my jaw, trailing the pad of his thumb across my bottom lip, "I want to bite that lip."

My mouth parts more, taking his thumb into my mouth, wrapping my lips around it.

"Damnit, Macie." His chest rises and falls with his increased breaths, watching that jaw tick in frustration.

I pull his hand from my face before I climb over the center console, dropping my knees to the seat as I straddle him.

"What are you doing Macie?"

I whisper against his ear, "You know, I thought I was going to miss out on all that fun stuff you were starting the other night."

He hums his growl deep in his throat as I run my hands up his chest and around his neck.

"There is so much I want to give you Angel." His hand slides up my thigh, to my hip, before it rests on the center of my back, under my shirt. That same heat spreads through my veins, warming me to my core.

"Then don’t fuck up, and I’m all yours Jax." Whispering against his neck before placing a kiss there. His fingers curl into my back, pulling me tighter against him, feeling his cock strain against my center through his pants.

He takes a quick glance down at me before I tuck my head in the crease of his neck, breathing in his scent that intoxicates me. I stay just like this, in his lap as he drives nestled against his hard heated body.

HOURS LATER

Finally, home, our new home, and I’m finally able to breathe again.

My time shopping gave me the time I needed to come to terms with everything that happened, from the most terrifying thing – seeing Corey, the guys lying to me, but I do understand as well.

It’s just an all-around shitty situation and I just want to put it in the past. Like I have with the Corey situation, my Dad passing, Holly passing, letting it all go, because that is what I need to do.

Of course, as soon as we got home, I changed my clothes and got right on my silks. I have a couple of days to get my routine that is planned in my head down. During my interview the other day, they asked about certain tricks, wanting them incorporated in my routine, and I know them, they are advanced, and difficult. But I’m determined to make this work.

The guys left me alone to do my thing, I think they understand I still need some space, and they are down in the gym.

As I run through my routine, struggling a bit, but managing, I try to calm my mind but, that’s easier said than done with me. A problem I have, unable to shut my mind down. It always races and normally I can get it to calm while twirling around in my silks, today I cannot.

So, I call it a day, pissed the fuck off.

Maybe cooking will help; it sometimes did.

I pull something out to make, before I go down to the gym to see the guys.

When I get down to them, they are all doing their own thing. Not able to help myself, my shoulder falls to the doorframe as my eyes lock on Jax’s back towards me.

As he lifts himself into a pull up, the muscles bulge in his back instantly causing my thighs to squeeze together. He lowers himself before he lifts himself again, and if I stand here and watch this any longer, my panties will be soaked.

So, I make my way over to him before breaking into a run, jumping up and catching the bar in my hands next to him.

He chuckles as he hangs next to me, "Done already?"

"Yeah, not a good day."

He furrows his brows and I shoot him a tight smile.

"So, how many of these can you do?" I ask, avoiding him asking anymore.

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