Page 122 of Puck It!

The famous faceoff, center ice, the guys getting into position, Jax, Sully, Wes, Tyler, Damon, your lineup. The puck is dropped, and the play begins.

It’s kind of a cluster of a mess, the puck sliding around between the skates of the players, before it finally connects with a stick from Wes. He starts a play and the fight for the goal begins, as the puck gets passed to Sully, working their way to Springfield goalie.

Passing to Jax, one swift hard slap, he takes his first shot, and sends the puck in the upper right corner, of the net.

"Whoa! Yes!" I yell as I shoot out of my seat.

Two minutes into the game and a goal; That’s a good start.

I watch the guys celebrate on the ice, and the energy in them that’s different. It’s stronger, it’s more fueled.

As the play begins again with another puck drop, the up and down the ice begins. Passing of the puck, Springfield getting the puck and making a shot on Koda. Bouncing from Koda’s forearm, the play stays, and Jax get’s the puck, working behind the net as he studies his next move.

Making his decision, they work as a team down the ice, blocking, passing, skating hard, fighting for another goal, and they fucking get it; God you guys are on fire tonight.

My phone rings in my pocket, sliding it out, trying to watch them celebrate and see who is calling me.

I see that it is Dax, I answer it immediately switching to video. Coming into view, the crowd still cheering and the smile on my face gives him the answer I know he is calling to ask.

"Goal?" Dax asks.

"Yeah, second goal."

"Hell yeah! We just got off the ice, wanted to see how the guys were doing."

"They’re on fire Dax."

"Didn’t the game just start."

I laugh, "Yeah!"

"Hell yeah."

"How’s your game going?" I ask him, still interested, I watched those guys play my whole life.

"Good, going into third, call you after to watch the rest of the game with you, okay?"

I nod with my smile, kind of sad I’m alone, but, I understand, and I one day may not be here too, "Good Luck guys, skate hard."

"Thanks Macie."

I shoot Dax a wink and I hang up. Looking back up to the ice, the plays have started again.

Springfield takes a shot on Koda, but he catches the puck in his glove; There ya go bro.

I cheer him on, along with the crowd, a saved goal is the same as making a goal. It’s celebrated. Without your goalie, your teams are nothing.

The plays continued, leading 2-0. Now, with only 5 minutes remaining of the first period.

Good start guys, keep up this energy, and you’ll have this win too. And they do keep that energy up. They finish first period and no more goals from either team are scored.

As Jax steps from the ice he looks up, meeting my gaze on him and he points to the back hallway. I smile and nod, knowing he wants me to meet him back there.

I make my way to the back hallway I was in earlier, flashing my pass at the security that I've already seen a few times now. As I walk down the hall, I feel a hand grip my elbow before I’m yanked into a room.

My chest is pinned to the wall as the door shuts and I look over my shoulder as Jax’s lips dip to my ear. His body pins me, still in his pads and skates, my ass is now between his thighs.

He tucks his lips to my neck before he kisses, then whispers, "We are going to have so much fun tonight." His growl causes the hair to prickle on my neck as my body cascades with goosebumps.

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