Page 81 of Puck It!

The ride is relaxing, and since we are close to everything, it doesn’t take long before Jax is pulling into a parking lot that looks like a restaurant. As he comes to a stop, my hold on him is already released and I’m sitting up in the seat, before I get off and he follows.

Taking my helmet off I can hear the sound of a live band playing getting louder and louder as my excitement sparks off. Looking over, meeting Jax’s gaze as he gives me that knowing smile.

"Told you; Do you remember our father’s used to take us to that bar that always had a live band, back home?"

I nod, shooting him a tight smile, remembering those memories. I was young, but Dad would sneak me in and well, they never really questioned Jax or Koda because they were so tall, they looked a lot older than they were.

"I loved that place."

"I know, me too. Wes told me about this place." He nods towards the door as his hand slides to the small of my back, ushering me inside. And damn does it feel good just being Jax and I, adventuring on our own, without the guys on the team, my brother, anyone; just us.

After getting sat at a table, my eyes have yet to come off the band that is playing. There is nothing like a small-town band playing while you have a beer and some grease-filled food. And that’s exactly what we both do, ordering our beers, I order some cheese fries, because why not blow any control I had of a diet tonight.

The band plays a little bit of everything, our conversations never stop. The laughs, they don’t stop either. And for once I feel like I can be myself because Jax is just as goofy and fun as I am. I may have that gorgeous hair, wear my heels like they are going out of style, but I am here to tell you, I love a good laugh and a good time. No matter how silly you may look, life is short to hide that.

I learned that when my dad died. He never cared what people thought of him, or his style of coaching. He told me, to ignore the world, and shame on them for judging. Deep down, my father would be livid with how my mother treated me due to her judgmental ways, he hated judgement.

He said, Macie, the world is a hateful place on its own, we don’t need to add to that hate. I believe that. And have ever since. And damn if he wasn’t right, it is hateful out there. But I’m still breathing so I have to keep living.

I lean back in my chair after finishing my cheese fries that I feel have already glued to my ass, I lay my legs over Jax’s thigh before he hooks his hand between my thighs. The pad of his thumb trails circles over my thigh, as I take a sip of my beer, holding my gaze on him.

Admiring how he carries himself; he’s a prime example of masculinity, handsome; well I like to say hot as fuck with his godlike features, but how driven he is too. It’s a powerful thing that does amazing things between my legs.

Jax takes my legs and slides them from his thigh before he stands, holding his hand out, "Come on my little dancer."

I giggle to that as I set my beer down and stand, taking his hand.

The dance floor has already had couples dancing all night, and as we push our way through them, Jax finally turns and pulls me into him. As he looks into my eyes our bodies fall into the rhythm, in sync, like we’ve done it our whole lives.

He holds his gaze on me, and I hold mine on him, our voices not needing to say a damn thing, because our eyes speak their own words. They speak louder than our words can. And now I feel like I’m the lucky one to have him, and those same feelings I’ve been feeling for him, pull at my heart even harder, tighter.

But here once again, I am scared to open that door. I did that, and look what happened, it was tested before it was even fully opened.

As Jax spins me and pulls me into him, his hand slides to my lower back, his other laced with mine.

"You just know how to spin a lady around don’t ya."

He winks, holding his playful smile, "Already showed you I can."

I giggle, "Yeah, I guess you have."

"My grandmother taught me."

"I remember her, I was really little though."

He nods before he breaks my gaze, already knowing his grandma is a very touchy talk with him.

He’s never liked talking about her. She basically took care of him. Jax’s mom passed away when he was really little, he doesn’t even remember her. So, his grandmother in a sense, raised him with Paul. And then she passed away, I think he was like 8 when she passed. So, we've both dealt with a lot of losses in our young years, him, even younger.

As the song comes to an end, Jax, shocking the hell out of me, dips me back, his arm behind my back taking my weight, as he brings his lips to mine and I smile, with a quiet laugh, "Well, look at you, Mr. Charmer."

He chuckles, "We’re just getting started."

I snort a laugh before his lips press against mine, half laughing with our kiss, before he pulls me back up.

The band on it tonight, switching over to something more upbeat, and damn, I am a lucky woman, my man knows how to dance. We laugh as he spins me around and our feet move across the floor, having a great time, a time we needed alone where we both could spend this time just us.

He spins me out, and as he pulls me back his other hand catches my throat, curling his fingers around the nape of my neck. He dips me down hovering my body over the floor, stepping over me, my hands grab his wrist before he pulls me up, bringing my lips right to his.

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