Page 41 of Puck It!

I can tell Jax is getting antsy, he's constantly adjusting himself in the seat, he messes with the radio, before the boredom takes him over and he starts fucking with Sully.

"He's lucky we have the bikes in the back, or I would slam on the breaks."

I giggle quietly, gathering a bit of my long hair, I lean forward and tickle Sully with the ends.

Jax tries to contain his laugh as I bite mine watching Sully swat at his face that I'm tickling.

"Macie." Sully's one eye opens, and I snort a laugh.

"Don't start something you can't handle." He grumbles out and his eye closes again. Jax and I continue our laugh and I continue to fuck with him.

I'm such a little diva, but hey, when I grew up around these guys, I learned their ways.

I reach over and tickle his other cheek and his hand comes up and wraps around my wrist before he yanks me from the back seat into his lap and tickles the living fuck out of me, as I buck and kick and scream my laugh.

Still driving with one hand, Jax holds my legs down with the other against the center console so I can't wiggle free, now helping Sully get me back.

"Okay, okay!" I barely get my words out with my laugh as I fight to wiggle free from them both.

"See, told you, can't handle it." Sully lets me go before Jax does, all of us carrying our laughs as I get settled back down in my seat.

"I can handle you fucker, but I am no match against the two of you."

They both look back at me with lifted brows, with those cocky, but playful smiles cracking, and I laugh and shake my head slowly, knowing both of their minds are going places.

"Just be glad I didn't give you a wet willy like you did Holly that time we rode on the bus with you guys to the game."

They both bark their laughs with that memory swirling around.

"Oh, shit, I forgot about that."

"Dad was pissed, he found you two in our bags." Jax laughs.

I lose my shit laughing because yes, they did. They put us in their travel bags and snuck us onto the bus until Paul found us. It was probably a year after my Dad died.

I was just starting to feel like myself again, as well as I could, but that night gave me a little of myself back.

Our trip down memory lane continues, hooking my arm around Jax’s that’s resting against the center console, I lay my head against his shoulder, and talk and listen, mostly listen.

Kind of scared to fall asleep, but it takes me anyways.

New Home

Jax

Macie finally fell asleep, and now, we’re fucking here, thank god, I’m so tired of being in this fucking truck.

Macie is still sound to sleep, hanging on my arm, using me as a pillow, Sully and I make a detour and check out the skating rink that will be our home ice now before we head to our new place.

Coach Josh helped get this shit all in order basically overnight. We were willing to move quick, so he was too. I’m fucking pumped for this shit and I know Sully is too.

I pull into the rink parking lot, it’s four in the morning, your typical early bird skaters getting here, I park so Sully and I can check this shit out.

"Can you believe this man?" Sully asks and I shake my head, because in a way, "Not really man."

"Well, believe it." I look down at her whispering her words as she pulls her head from my arm, looking up at me.

"Good morning, Sunshine." I huff my laugh, Sully following as she curls her lip. Macie has never been a happy go lucky girl first thing in the morning. She’s the one that needs a minute, both Sully and I know that.

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