Page 13 of Puck It!

“I don’t like this game you’re playing.”

“No game with Macie, never a game with her.” My words are filled with a growl before I skate away from him and let him ponder on my words.

After stepping off the ice, I sit on the bench and take my skates off, then go for a run outside. I still have time before the team gets here, and I have shit to keep working out.

Macie

Sleeping a little later than I had hoped to, I quickly got myself ready to go to the rink for my class.

I teach young skaters, basics really, some more skill to my older girls that are ready for it but nothing crazy. I don’t let myself get into all that, it brings up too much. I still love to skate, that’s why I do these classes, it keeps me on the ice without the memories of competing.

Flash backs of last night hit me and I’m still left confused, did I do something wrong? It’s probably best that nothing happened between Jax and I last night, well besides when I said fuck it and sucked his delicious cock, that I am now craving; it would probably upset my mother, and she is finally happy. I can’t ruin that, plus, I’m out of here, I am leaving this town.

I get to the skating rink, and make my way inside, the guys still on the ice practicing, causing me to stop myself and lean against the wall to watch them practice.

I remember when I was little, I hated coming to the rink and watching my brother play. But I grew fond of it eventually, probably more so when I got older and realized how hot hockey players are.

I giggle to myself with that thought, watching Sully and Jax shuffle a puck down the ice heading right for Dakota, who is goalie.

They do a drill and make their shot on Dakota, and he blocks it, pulling a smile to my face; Good job bro. I look back over to Jax who is now skating towards me, noticing me standing here.

He slides his hand from his glove, taking his helmet off as he slides his foot to a stop, “Well, you look like you’ve had a rough practice.” I jokingly say as my eyes watch the sweat pour from his forehead, he’s covered in sweat, which I always found a man dripping with sweat was hot.

“You can say that.” Searching my eyes, knowing something is coming.

“Macie, last nig-”

I hold my hand up with my tight smile, “You don’t need to say anything. Jax, this can’t happen, whatever we think this might be.”

“And why is that?”

“Because for one… our parents just got married an-.” He cuts me off with his growl, “Don’t give me that bull shit, we are fucking adults, and we didn’t grow up brother and sister Macie.”

I giggle with that, and he lifts a brow.

“My mom said the same thing basically.”

“What do you mean?”

“When we were at my house, and you and Dakota were moving the furniture.” He nods, holding that questioning gaze on me. “My mom caught me straight up eye fucking you from my window.”

We both burst into laughter, and I cover my face with my hand, feeling slightly embarrassed by that.

Paul yells for Jax and I nod towards him with my words, “You better go before I get you in trouble.”

He growls a hum in his throat. “You can get me in trouble any day. This conversation isn’t over Angel. I’ll be here waiting for you when you get done your class.”

“And then what.”

“Then, I guess you’ll see.” Shooting me a wink before he slides his helmet on, pushing off with his skate he skates off, putting his glove back on, and he’s back to practice.

Watching for a bit longer, I have time, I’m so confused on what to do here. A part of me doesn’t want any relationship, like my mother wants, the relationship, married, kids, the whole picture, but then a part of me, wants to explore the idea and explore it with Jax. I’ve only had a few relationships in my young dating days, resulting in a mistake. They were high school flings that lead to a heart break, so, I just avoided it and have been doing me.

Finally deciding to get myself ready for class, I sit on the bench and put my skates on. I watch the guys finally leave the ice, before it is my turn. Getting cones out on the ice, the kids walkers; it just helps them balance and skate on their own. Saves my back too.

It’s the littles day I call it. These kids are just getting started and are a blast to zip around on the ice with their laughs. And the little voices start to fill my ears and my class begins.

My class is filled with giggles from the kids, some cries when they fall, but I’ve got a tuff little crew, they are only three and four. If you want a skater, no matter hockey or figure skating, whatever it may be, starting early is best. Parents of course help with the class; I can’t manage them all at once.

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