Page 21 of Puck It!

"I didn’t think it was a good idea to wear someone else’s."

I have Jax, Sully, Dax, and of course my brother’s jerseys with their numbers, and normally I just grab one from the hanger and that’s what I wear, but now I will be sure to wear the one that has 23 on it, and the name Carter.

"Good girl." he growls in a hum pulling a smile to my face.

I can’t help my eyes trailing down his body as he takes a step towards me. He’s half dressed in his pads, from the waist down, in his skates, making him that much more taller than me. The work of art in tattoos glisten off the lights above and I just want to sink my teeth into his chest and do all kinds of things with this man in front of me.

Jesus fuck.

Swallowing down my heated disturbed mind, my eyes meet his as he holds that cocky smile.

"I’m sorry I won’t be able to see the end of the game." I mean that, I never miss a game.

"That’s alright, you’ve seen plenty."

"Yeah, but this is important to you."

"It’ll be alright, Angel." The palm of his hand rests against my cheek and I lean into it, it’s kind of hard not to. Something in his eyes flares and I can feel my heart start to beat a little faster. His hand disappears from my cheek before wrapping around my wrist, pulling me into an empty locker room.

"What are doing?" I ask with a soft giggle as he pulls me against his bare chest and heat engulfs my skin.

"I’m starving."

I lift a brow, "No, no, no … You have to wait until later."

He cocks a brow before his words growl from deep within his throat, "I’m not asking, I’m eating that fucking pussy, right now."

His hand slides up around my throat, he leans down and kisses me with a darkened desire as he backs me up until the backs of my calves hit the bench.

"Sit." He growls against my lips and a small smile curls against his lips, before his fingers tighten around my throat, guiding me down to a sit before continuing to lie me back, falling with me.

His free hand rests above my head, flat against the bench, his other still around my throat, holding that hungry gaze on me before his words growl from deep in his throat, "Don’t move."

His hand slides from my throat and I swallow hard with the heat sparking off inside me with his demanding words.

His touch against my bare thighs, pushing my dress up, before he curls his fingers around my panties and yanks them off.

I lift my head and look down at him kneeled between my legs. Meeting those eyes that are normally so green, they are now filled with fire glow of desire as his words growl, "Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this; how much control it has taken me to not do this years ago."

He slides two fingers between my folds, over my clit, feeling the pulse within my walls and a moan hums in my throat as my words whisper out, "You should’ve."

"I should’ve." He huffs before he slides two fingers inside my opening, massaging my walls, circling over my clit with the pad of his thumb.

My breath catches in my throat with the stretch of his fingers inside me, not having been touched for years, sending those pleasurable sensations to rock my world.

As he massages my walls with his fingers, he continues those quiver causing circles over my clit with his thumb.

"Come for me angel, I want to clean every drop from your pussy and make you give me more with my tongue." I squeeze around his fingers as my head falls back on the verge of giving him just what he wants.

His curled fingers massaging my walls in a quicker pace now, going deeper, he hits that spot that detonates my climax.

I slap down around the sides of the bench I’m laid out on, squeezing my thighs together as my ass lifts from the bench, unable to contain this shattering orgasm.

"Fuck Jax." the words scream from my mouth, forgetting where I am and his hand slaps over my mouth, chuckling between my legs.

He gives me no time to catch my breath, before his fingers slide from my pussy replacing them with his warm wet tongue, brushing against my walls in a heavy pace. Feeling his warm breath against my clit my walls squeeze around his tongue and I am on the verge of drowning him.

Firmly covering my mouth, good damn thing because I’m fucking losing it.

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