Page 49 of Puck It!

We get to the restaurant the dinner is being held and I get out of the truck and the nerves hit me harder. Damn, why am I so nervous.

Jax steps in front of me and I look up at him with my smile.

"You alright?"

I nod my answer, "Yes, I’m fine."

He slides his hand over my hip to the dip in my back, pulling me into him, as he leans down and kisses my cheek before he pulls away and we walk through the parking lot.

"Macie, how the fuck do you walk in those things?" I look over my shoulder, back at Sully, then look at my heels.

"Practice and lots of it."

"Why?"

"Because I’m so damn short, I’m still short next to you guys in my heels."

"You’re like a little mouse." Sully teases, before they both laugh and I join; I’m used to the shorty jokes being made.

When we get into the restaurant, we are taken to the section where we are to meet the team, and when we walk in, I don’t know why but I feel like I shrink back with the number of eyes on me. I avoid meeting anyone’s gaze, I always do.

Jax’s fingers curl into my hip, almost possessively as two men walk up to us. One older, and one eyeing me up like I’m his next meal; Jesus here we go.

"This must be Macie?" The older one says as he looks at me and I can’t help my brow from lifting in question before I snap back and be a good girl with me smile.

"Macie, this is Coach Josh, and Wes, the Captain." Jax introduces us.

"Nice to meet you both." I greet them both with a smile, even though I am being looked at like eye candy.

They talk, and I stay attached to Jax’s side, and I can’t keep the smile from my lips, listening to the guys, and how easy they have already fallen into the team.

The evening is filled with good food, drinks, laughs, and I easily relax feeling the same vibe from the guys at home, but not the exact same, that will never feel the same.

A nice band is playing, people have gathered and started dancing.

I feel special in a way, I’m not just here as the little sister. I’m here on Jax’s arm, as his girl, and that word love, the word that scares me the most, in this moment all I feel is love.

As the dinner comes to an end, I see Wes and Jax talking and as they do, Jax stares at me, curling that sinful cocky smile. Knowing, something is about to happen. I know that fucking look.

I stand from my chair and make my way to him, that tether between us tight, holding my gaze on him, he makes a point to drop his gaze then scan his eyes on their way back up, before I step in front of him as his arm curls around me, pulling me into him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I whisper before he leans down and returns his whispering words, "Can’t I admire what’s mine." He kisses my cheek before he stands to his full height.

"Why don’t you talk some sense into your brother and get him out here with you guys?" Wes asks causing me to look up to him, I’m always looking up, damn it.

"I won’t push him, if he doesn’t want to play, he doesn’t want to play. Or maybe it’s he just doesn’t want to play on your team."

"Oh, you are a sassy one." Wes barks holding that steaming gaze on me.

I shoot him a wink with my smile, "Grew up around guys like you, I can handle my own."

Looking up to Jax he shakes his head with his laugh, I ask, "Dance with me?"

He nods, and excuses us, before he leads me to the dance floor, spinning me into him, his hand slides to my lower back, and I wrap my arm around the nape of his neck.

We fall into the music, our eyes communicating something our voices can’t, but I feel everything as he looks down at me. I’ve been such a tease, and bad, but he still looks at me like I am his everything, like I am an angel; I still don’t know why he calls me Angel, I’m fixin’ to find out though.

His hand slides from my hip before he spins me, pulling me back in, with my even bigger smile.

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