Page 18 of Puck It!

His hand taps my upper thigh before hearing his question, "You good?"

"Yeah." I slide my hands around his sides, leaning into him as I feel the bike kick into gear, and we pull from the garage behind Dakota, back to the rink.

I’m not angry that just happened, it needed to, and boy are they all in for a show tomorrow night. It’s the night I bring out my aerial silks, and I fall from the ceiling, literally. I told you; I do a little everything.

Once we get out on the main road, I slide my hands from Jax and lean back with my arms in the air, feeling the fresh breeze, the freedom I feel being on these bikes.

I might feel a little more of all those sensations with Jax’s warm body firmly being held onto by my knees. Feeling his large hand wrap around my outer thigh, sliding down to my knee pressed tightly against his side.

His touch sends those electrifying shivers up my leg, straight to my core. As much as I want to fight these feelings that are starting to rise in me, I’m still left so confused.

I drop my arms and wrap them around Jax. Leaning into him again, I flatten my hands on his chest, before I slowly trail them down. Sliding over his stomach, stopping just at the hem on his pants.

We ride like this; I enjoy the ride while my mind creates beautiful but sinful images in my head of Jax and me laying across his gas tank causing all kinds of wild dreams to explode in my head. Jesus Macie, calm down kitty.

Trying to focus on anything but what I am, I think about where I plan to go. I want to continue my dancing, the style I do, and I hope I can, and I really hope that’s soon. That’s why all of this is so hard and confusing, leaving me unsure of what to do.

My heart has a tether attached to it, and the other end is connected to him. Now I’m left asking myself, did I always have these feelings for Jax? How easy it is to be around him, talk to him, and that has been my whole life, but lately, with his touch on me, his interest sparking, his words, it really does something to me.

He pulls into the rink back parking lot, and they park their bikes. I swing my leg over and step off the peg, stepping back I slide my helmet off. Raking my nails through my hair as I watch Jax swing his leg over, pulling his helmet off.

As I slip my beanie back on, I hear more bikes causing me to look over, now seeing them and I realize it’s Sully and Dax.

"You did not invite the team, did you?" I ask my question as I look at Jax and Dakota.

They both hold their playful gazes on me, and I shake my head, knowing this night is about to really blow up.

It’s been a bit since I’ve let myself have fun with the team. So why not, I just have to make sure no one breaks anything and there aren’t any fights. What the hell am I going to do if there is? Guess it’s good they’re here.

Even after my mom finding out about my dancing; tomorrow night should be interesting, and so should this little vacation she has created in her mind. It’s just putting me further behind on getting out of here though.

"Well little baby girl is hosting club night on the ice." I laugh at Sully’s playful tone as he walks up to me, wondering if he knows it was me on stage or not.

"Yeah, and don’t get my ass in trouble, remember I work here, you guys play here." I giggle.

"Ouch…" Sully playfully drags out.

"Alright let’s get in here so I don’t fuck this up."

And we do just that.

Everything is ready. There are bubbles everywhere, the kids fill the ice, and I perch my ass up on the board, dangling my crossed legs over the ice. I have no idea where the guys went.

They helped, until they disappeared, and I watch the younger kids skate around in the bubbles, having a great time, causing me to smile with my laughs. This is the chill part of the night. The older teens come later and they tend to play their showoff games. Showing what they can do on skates, stopping tricks, group skates, they have a good time.

Mike has always done these for the kids, I remember myself participating growing up, but he always said it gave us a place to go and have fun doing what we enjoy doing, and it keeps us out of trouble. His words are true in many ways, but trouble still finds us unfortunately.

Jax steps beside me, resting his forearms against the ledge I’m sitting on as he leans down. I look over as he looks up to me and I ask, "And what have you guys been doing?"

Sully’s voice whispers beside my ear on the other side of me, "Playing."

I giggle as I turn my head, looking over at him, always the damn jokester, "See!"

"You too good to skate anymore? You know, with your big dancing career you got going." He holds that knowing smile and my eyes roll as I look back to Jax, "They all know, don’t they?"

He cocks a brow as Sully’s voice barks out, "Fucking right we know, not hard to pick you out; You can’t hide from us."

I laugh, a good one too, but damn it.

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