Page 118 of Puck It!

"Now get cleaned up, I’ll order food." He whispers against my lips, and I smile, before he presses another kiss to my lips.

His touch slides from my throat, before he pulls away. Holding that proud smile on his face as he stands before he walks from the room.

I go to the bathroom and get myself cleaned up, feeling the soreness between my legs but it’s a good one; I never thought sex could feel like that.

Jax, knows what the fuck he is doing. And I have a feeling, he is just getting started.

Getting myself situated and calming down; I dig through my bag and find something to wear.

After getting dressed I find Jax out in the main room, the kitchen and living room all in one.

"What did you order?" I ask as I adjust my tank top.

He chuckles as he turns and looks at me, "Everything, I’m starving."

"I guess so, you just worked up an appetite." I tease.

He steps beside me and he curls his arm around my back, looking down, "You okay?"

I smile with my nod, "Perfect."

He kisses my forehead and I look at the paper he’s looking at.

"What’s this?"

"The bull shit Josh wants me to do."

I lift a brow and see it’s like a schedule of what Jax needs to be doing.

"A photoshoot?" I ask as I look up and his lips go into a straight line.

"Yeah, fucking bull shit; I’m here to play hockey."

"I know, but that comes with all this."

He nods dropping his gaze, looking back at the paper.

He fucking hates this shit. I do know that. He always has hated the interviews and press chaos, but he’s so damn good at it.

He’s grumpy and sunshine I tell ya.

There’s a knock on the door before Jax leaves my side to answer it.

Returning with a huge tray of food containers and boxes I laugh, "You weren’t joking."

"Fuck no, I gotta pack it in for tomorrow."

I laugh as we go into the kitchen.

We unpack the food; he really did get a little of everything. Laying all the containers out, I slide my ass up on to the counter, and I hand Jax a fork, "Shall we?"

He chuckles, taking the fork, resting on his forearm tucked under his chest, leaning against the counter and we both dive in.

Picking a little of everything over conversations and laughs. Bringing up memories of hotel hockey games from when we were little. I was always dragged to the away games, so of course I share the memories. Maybe not as in depth as Jax remembers them, but I do remember them.

"Do you remember when you guys used to play with those little sticks in the hallway?"

He laughs, "Yeah, until Sully broke a light out and we got in fucking trouble."

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