I cheer loudly after Jack skates quickly around the goal, sneaking the puck in right past Nebraska Omaha's goalie again. It's his second goal of the night and he assisted on another one.

It's the NCAA West Regionals and if they win this game tonight, they're a shoe in for the Frozen Four. They've worked hard this season, losing a few games but winning a majority of them. Jack's had his best season yet and there have been recruiters at every game.

After things got out about his dad a couple months back, it took a little bit for him to adjust to it. Jack didn't like everyone knowing his past. He didn't want anyone feeling sorry for him or treating him differently.

Since that day in the library, it was the final straw and Grady was kicked off the football team, laying low since. I hadn't heard a peep from him. If we ran into each other around campus because unfortunately it does happen, he would stop and turn the other direction. It was quite a relief that he was obeying the restraining order because it meant I didn't have to worry about him ever hurting me again.

Pritchett smiles widely at me, "Dude. I love hockey."

"Me too," I say loudly over the roar of the crowd. Peyton links her arm with me, her blonde hair dyed a bright pink because she said it made her happy. Ruby is on the other side of her wearing Dylan's away jersey to match Jack's that I'm wearing.

Dad pulls Jack off the ice for a break, especially considering we're up five to nothing. He'd never take it easy on another team, but it's good sportsmanship to take their best player off. Besides, it's better to give him time to rest when there's hopefully more games coming up.

Jack's been pushing himself hard lately getting ready for this tournament. He wants to prove that the team did the right thing putting their faith in him as their team captain.

Meanwhile I've been working my ass off in my classes and helping Jack with his dyslexia so he keeps his GPA up. He's really big on making sure he gets his degree before starting a professional career. I also know he's nervous for the draft in May, but regardless of how the team finishes this year, he's a shoe in.

Jack is sitting on the bench, drinking his water and it's ridiculous how good he looks in his hockey gear. Almost like he can feel me staring at him, he scans over the crowd, stopping and smiling when he finds me. I blow him a kiss and his smile grows wider.

Fuck, I really love him.

The rest of the game flies by and the second I have Jack in arms reach, I'm wrapped around him like a monkey. I hug him tightly as he holds me up underneath my legs. "You played fucking amazing." I say proudly.

"Thanks darling," He says, causing me to shiver and wrap my legs tighter around his torso. I press my lips roughly against his, feeling Jack reciprocate quickly.

"Do we have to go to Twin City to celebrate?" I mumble against his addictive mouth. I don't particularly want to put a pin in this until later.

"Fuck no."

I laugh as he kisses me again momentarily before pulling away to press one more chaste kiss to my cheek. I unwind myself from around him, except the moment my feet hit the ground, I'm hopping up onto his back.

Jack shakes his head, but adjusts me higher up onto his back. "You're lucky I love you. I thought you'd want me to save my energy for later, but I'll carry you to the car if you want."

"Thought you fucked like a porn star, they don't seem to ever get tired," I tease, recalling his words from six months ago.

His grip tightens on my legs, "You don't seem to complain."

"Never," I grin happily.

Some of the best sex we've had is after games when he's still too wound up from the thrill of being on the ice and I'm excited from watching his confidence in games. I hate the away games, but man do I love the home games.

"I should probably say hi to my dad, he looked excited about the win." I say, resting my chin on Jack's shoulder.

"I should probably put you down then."

I sigh, holding on tighter, "Don't put me down. You don't carry me enough. My legs are tired from standing and cheering for you. He's fine, my dad very clearly knows that we're together."

That's totally a lie. He does carry me all the time. Jack says it's a good workout for him and that I'm as light as a feather so I stopped protesting.

Jack started getting invited to family dinners a month into our relationship once my dad realized that we weren't a temporary thing. A month might not seem like much to some people, but to Jack who had never commit to anyone before? It was an eternity proving that he was in fact serious about us being together.

After four months, Pritchett was pretty much planning our wedding with Ruby.

I chat with my dad for a couple of minutes, while still hanging onto Jack and he does raise an eyebrow to it, but he doesn't complain. I'm happy, Jack's happy, and Jack's still performing well in games. Actually scratch that, he's fucking amazing but I don't think those are the verbs my dad would use.

Ha, suck it Dad. I'm not a distraction to him.

When we get to the car, I'm tempted to just pull Jack into the backseat, but alas, I don't think he's going to fit in the back of my Ford Fusion. I have to sit on top of my hands as he drives because I don't trust myself to keep my hands off of him.

However, the minute we're at his house, all bets are off. Our mouths are clashing roughly against each other, his tongue is in my mouth and mine is in his. I hold on tightly to his shoulders as Jack presses me against a wall, palming my chest as he grinds against me.

I slide my hand under his shirt, feeling his heated skin beneath my finger tips. Jack releases a soft moan and it's music to my ears. "Jack," I breathe out softly and he presses his mouth against mine again.

Close, closer, not close enough.

Jack trails downwards, sucking on the soft skin at the base of my throat. "Jack, we are not Dylan and Ruby. We can't fuck in the living room." The idea is tempting though. I mean what if we did?

"We could and just not tell them." Jack pulls away breathing heavily as he pulls my hat off my head and tucks some of my face framing bangs behind my ears. "Much better. I want to see your pretty face, not have it hidden behind those huge ass hats you like to wear."

"For the record, I love my huge ass hats. My ears get cold." I tease and he smiles widely at me. "Nope, I'm not into exhibitionism or voyeurism. Whatever you wanna call it. I prefer your bed, or maybe your shower?"

"Fuck Alondra, you're right. Upstairs it is."

He lifts me up easily and I giggle, holding on tightly as the man on a mission moves quite quickly. "Eager much?"

"Uh hell yeah. I had to watch you from the ice all night looking incredible. Do you even know how hot you look when you're celebrating a goal?"

Jack smirks at me as he continues up the stairs. "It's certainly nice to hear."

As soon as we cross the doorway and I check to make sure he actually shut the door. I pull off my shirt quickly, shedding the rest of my clothes as Jack does the same. My mouth waters at the sight of his muscular body and his impressive erection. He tilts his head at me, "Are you checking me out?"

There once was a time where I would have rather died than admit that I was checking him out and found Jack hot. Now, I hold my head high. "One hundred percent yes. If hockey doesn't work out for you, I think you should consider a career in modeling."

"Over my dead body. Business is my future if hockey doesn't work out." Yeah right. He would suffocate in an office job. Hockey is most certainly in his future.

He steps closer to me and I smile widely at him, "If that's what you want."

Jack leans down and kisses me sweetly, tangling his hand in my hair. He pulls on it slightly, causing me to arch into him and gasp, allowing Jack the opportunity to invade my mouth again.

My hands hold onto his arms, feeling the corded muscles underneath my touch. Jack trails his hand down my body, the rough pads of his fingertips scraping against my smooth skin is one of the best feelings. And then he slips a finger into me, testing the waters. Correction. This is better.

"Alondra," Jack whispers against my lips. I blink my eyes open to see his beautiful ones staring at me with so much emotion that I don't want to ever forget this.

I lift my hand up, cupping his cheek. "I love you."

Jack smiles and curls his finger that's slowly moving in and out of eliciting a short moan from me. "You are so beautiful."

His lips drop to my throat and my eyes fall shut again. "Are you really going to make me beg for it?" I ask, my breathing slowly growing heavier as Jack swirls his thumb over my clit. My hips jump up in reaction and Jack lets out a low laugh.

"Maybe."

"Jack."

His fingers slip out of me and I lift myself up onto my elbows to watch as he sheaths himself with the condom. I lick my lips quickly as Jack pumps himself once and then again. He resumes his spot between my legs and he lifts one of my legs up that I instinctively curl around his hip. Jack maintains eye contact the entire time he lowers himself into me.

He kisses me deeply and I drag my fingers through his hair.

Jack's moving too slowly and I start lifting my hips as my need increases. He chuckles, slowing down even more. "You're so impatient."

"Jack." I whine, jutting my bottom lip out at him.

"Tell me what you want."

A wave of desire courses through my veins and I drop my head back onto the bed watching him. "Faster, harder please."

And then Jack does the exact opposite by pulling out, despite the fact he's harder than a rock. He lays down next to me and I get ready to start asking what the hell he's doing as he shoots a quick grin at me. "So ride me and you can control everything."

I move quickly, almost too quickly to kneel over his waist and Jack laughs at my eagerness. "You are the best." I say, aligning myself with him before sinking down as we both moan at the incredible feeling. It's the little things he does like this.

Jack keeps his hands on my hips as I raise and lower myself repeatedly, grinding against him occasionally as I work myself to the edge and him along with me.

We come together at the same time and Jack takes care of the condom while I clean myself up. We end up curled up on the bed again I lay on his chest as he wraps his arms around me.

Jack's tracing small soothing circles as I listen to the sound of his heart beating. "I didn't ever think it could be like this. Being in a relationship and being with someone you love." He admits softly.

It's crazy to think that it's only been eight months since I met him. I close my eyes, relishing how close I feel to Jack right now. "I didn't think it was possible for me to let myself feel safe with another person like I do with you. I trust you."

He holds me a little bit tighter. "I love you Alondra. So fucking much."

I press a short kiss to his chest before resting my cheek down again. He understands me on a different level just like I understand him. This is what love feels like.

Jack's heart isn't as cold as ice, it's as warm as the sun.