Page 17 of Puck It!

"You what?!" My mother’s eyes fill with a red rage as her eyes widen, her words hiss from her tongue, "What kind of club?"

"We do a little everything there, exotic type dancing."

"You’re joking right?" The annoyance in her tone is sickening.

"No, Mom. I don’t strip, I dance in a way that some may find arousing, and I really enjoy doing it." I'm being honest.

My mother’s face looks shocked, pissed, and disgusted. She doesn’t get the passion you feel dancing how I do. It’s not all about sexual tension, its methodic, art, and sometimes, you can even get a good laugh when we throw in our humorous burlesque style.

"I can’t believe you lied to me, Macie." She snaps.

"I knew you wouldn’t approve so; I didn’t tell you, and before you judge, you should really consider watching a show." It pisses me off when this style is judged, and I don’t tend to back down when talked negatively about.

"Alright, since you work tomorrow, we’ll be there after the game." Carrying that smart mouthed tone and my stomach rises to my throat, before I blurt, "Another night, not tomorrow night."

"Why not?"

I lift my brow with my twisted lips, knowing tomorrow is a big show night, and we bring out all the tricks and kinks, "You know what, sure, I’ll make sure to have a table saved for you guys." She wants to see; she is going to get the full picture.

"This is fucking great." Dakota chuckles and I roll my eyes looking over at him, before asking, "You knew?"

My brother nods holding his playful gaze on me, "I have for a while."

"Are you serious?"

He nods, catching a glimpse of Jax returning, avoiding my gaze on him and I narrow my eyes as they track him. When he finally looks up at my narrowed eyes, my lip curls, "Ass hole."

He shoots me a wink and I shake my head.

"I’m not picking sides here, and probably not my place, but I know where Macie works, and it is not what you think Lisa." Paul pauses before he continues, "Kenny takes care of his girls, and they are well protected there."

"That doesn’t make me feel better Paul." She snaps and I shake my head. She has never approved of my choices. What I want in life. She wants me to skate, and if I’m not skating, we don’t have a relationship. Which is why I miss my dad, and I want the fuck out of here.

"Alright, well, I need to go before I fuck this night up too." My words are most defiantly filled with attitude and sass before I look at the guys, asking, "Are we going?"

"Lead the way." Jax half whispers as they both gesture to the door playfully and I shake my head, walking from the kitchen, before I go out the door to the garage.

I ask, "Who’s car?"

"No cars, bikes tonight sissy." Koda says playfully and I return that playfulness, "Really?"

They both hold their playful gazes on me, before Jax hands me my helmet and I take it, lifting a brow with my statement, "I can’t believe you told your dad."

"I didn’t. He figured it out like I did, and Koda already knew."

"Yeah, and now my mom knows." There’s a little sarcastic tone to my words, I didn’t really want her to know, because I’m sick of her judgement.

His hand latches around my throat, lifting my chin, his eyes burning into mine with his growling words, "Stop worrying about what everyone wants for you and do what you want."

"You don’t like it either." I hiss.

"I needed a minute to adjust to it. I love it Angel. The fact other guys are coming in their pants watching you, is what I don’t like."

I snort a laugh with that, "Better their pants than somewhere else." I say with my laughing words, and he growls before that quiet laugh slips with his head shake taking a step back, the warmth of his hand slides from my throat.

"Put your helmet on and come on." He says still carrying that laugh as he slides his helmet on. He swings his leg over and I follow suit. My helmet goes on, before I step up to his bike and put my foot on the back peg. Putting my hand to his shoulder, I lift myself, swinging my leg over, and I settle in the seat behind him.

His wide back causes my legs to spread wide and my knees to cling to his sides, the same way he was last night, wishing I was in front of him, straddling his lap.

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