Page 22 of Dirty Pucking Tease

I dropped my keys into his hand, and he jerked open my door.

"Where are we going?" I asked once we were on the road and definitely not heading toward the house. He didn't answer. "Is this where you take me to some deserted location and kill me?"

"Or maybe it's where I take you to a deserted location and have my way with you!"

My breath caught in my throat as heat flooded my body, shooting straight down between my legs. I squeezed my thighs tightly together to alleviate the pressure building. He was teasing, I knew he was, but it didn't change the way he made me feel.

"And what way would you have me, Jax?" I purred, trying my hand at teasing. His jaw clenched, and his hand tightened on the steering wheel as he eased to a stop at the red light.

His hand still white-knuckling the steering wheel, he twisted up on the arm propped on the armrest, leaning over into my space. "Do you want me to tell you all the dirty things I'd do to you?" He ran his tongue across the bottom of his top teeth as his heat gaze raked over my body before slowly coming back and lingering on my mouth. My tongue swiped across my dry lips as my heart pounded erratically. I was out of my league, and weboth knew it. His hand slid off the center console, and his large hand wrapped around my upper thigh. "Do you want me to tell you how badly I want to spread these thighs?" His voice was low and raspy. I sucked in a sharp breath when his fingertips dug into the tender flesh, jerking my thighs apart. "And all the things I'd do between them?"

I swallowed hard as the heat pooled between my legs, and I was pretty sure my panties were drenched. His heated breath brushed across my lips, and I literally felt like I might come undone right there in my passenger seat in front of him.

I yelped, nearly jumping out of my seat when a horn blew behind us, and Jax released me, snapping back in place at the wheel as he eased off the break and surged forward. My body and mind were still reeling, but he seemed completely unfazed as he swerved the car into the skating rink parking lot.

It felt so real, but it was all part of the lesson, and I needed to keep reminding myself of that.

"You have your skates?" Jax asked, pulling up to the front entrance. The rink was closed to the public this late at night, but Jax's grandfather was the owner, so we had keys and our own personal locker room. Even though he wasn't actually my grandfather, he'd always treated me like one of his own. All of Jax's family did, even his father.

"I have a pair in my trunk." I smiled. "What are we doing?"

"Skating." He smirked, pushing his door open. "Oh, wait." He reached into his pocket and pulled out two tickets. "Before I forget." He handed me the tickets.

"What is it?" I asked, my eyes narrowing on the tickets.

"My first game is next weekend," he said. "It's an away game, and I thought you and Cam might like to view the game from good seats for once."

"Omigod, these are ice level." My gaze snapped up, meeting his. "How did you get these? Cam and I have tried to get tickets like these since we started going to the games."

"I know people that know people." He laughed, sliding out of the car. "Come on, Baby Cruz. Let's skate."

Fifteen minutes later,Jax flipped on the arena lights while I laced up my skates. I couldn't hide the grin spreading across my face. The arena was my favorite place, especially when it was empty.

Jax stepped onto the ice, twisting to offer me his hand like I was new to the ice, and I couldn't help but wonder if this was his play when he brought girls here.

"So what are we doing here?" I asked when my skates hit the ice.

"We are going to play a game." He smirked, gliding around me.

"What kind of game?" I asked as my gaze followed him.

"I'm going to teach you to play hockey," he said, and I couldn't fight the smile pulling at my lips. I'd asked him to teach me when we were younger. He always said no. "And any time I flirt with you, you get to call a penalty."

"Do I get to throw you into the penalty box?" I asked, spinning.

"Only if you plan to join me inside naked." This was going to be so easy. Jax said what was on his mind. He had no filter. He wasn't like other guys who beat around the bush.

"You're definitely going down." I laughed, running my fingers through my hair before gathering it together and pulling it into a ponytail.

"You think?" He laughed cocking his head and raising his brows as his lips curled into a smirk.

"Uh, no offense, Jax, but your flirting isn't exactly subtle."

He glided into my personal space, placing a hand on my waist as he circled behind me. "Flirting because I want to fuck you," he breathed against the shell of my ear, "and flirting because I like you are two very different things, Kai." My breath caught in my throat.

I knew he was right, and it was definitely something I was struggling to tell the difference between. I didn't want to end up with another guy who expected me to put out or get out again.

So, Jax's bluntness equated to fucking, then what did his flirting look like?

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