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The Best Job Ever.

Chapter Nine.

Chapter 9:

I was sitting on the bench taping some sticks to cure my boredom.

Today was the day that I was taking Brandon to meet my parents.

I don’t think I’ve been this nervous in a longgg time.

I just had to endure the rest of the morning skate, wait for Brandon to shower, and then we were off to good ole Fayette County.

We’re going to shoot for a late lunch with my parents and then we’re going to go to Jedidiah’s to see Harper and go trick-or-treating.

I was beginning to re-tape a stick when the boys got a water break and a few skated over to where I was sitting.

“Still not enough tape on there, kid?” Jayson Megna joked.

“Not enough for me.” I said making a face at him.

“Hey, you could be doing it yourself.” Chris Kunitz said defending me.

“This is true.” Jayson laughed.

“So, Suttsy was telling me that you guys are going trick-or-treating with your niece tonight.” Chris said as Jayson skated away.

“Yeahhh, I’m so excited to see Harper. She’s being a princess this year. She’s so precious and I miss her so much.” I said looking up at him.

“Zach wants to be a pirate this year. And I think Maureen is dressing Payton up as Tinker Bell to match him. They’re going the day of Halloween though. Our neighborhood all goes out, and it’s really nice.” He said smiling.

“Kuni, I don’t think I’ve met Maureen, or Zach, or Payton.” I said slightly frowning.

“Well, we’re going to have to change that, aren’t we?” He chuckled.

“Yes, very soon. I’ve met Emily and Sawyer Glass…actually…I think they’re the only ones I’ve met.” I said thinking aloud.

“Well, just wait for the first family skate. You’ll get to meet everyone. Family skates are the best.” He said smiling.

“I’ve heard that family skates are fun. I’ll have to come out there and show you how it’s really done. I used to play, ya know.” I said nodding at the ice.

“No way! I didn’t know that. Why aren’t you out here right now?” He asked.

“Because, I don’t want to hurt your feelings, duhh.” I laughed.

“Oh, okay. That makes sense.” He laughed. “I’ll get you out here before the family skate. I promise.”

“Go back to practice, wouldn’t want you to be the next mustache boy.” I laughed.
He skated back to the center of the ice.


I was too impatient to wait for Brandon outside of the locker room, so I decided to wait for him inside.

I sat myself down in his little designated area and waited for him to come back from the showers.

I was sitting there staring at the ceiling when Brandon finally came out.

I wouldn’t have even realized he was out if he wouldn’t have thrown his stinky undershirt at me.

“Eww! Brandon! It’s wet!” I said, throwing the shirt off of me.

“It’s called sweat, babe.” He laughed.

“I know. And it’s nasty!!” I said.

“Suttsy, that’s not how you treat your girl.” James Neal said walking up to us in only a towel.

Ooo, dem legsss.

“Yeah, listen to him.” I said sticking my tongue out at Brandon.

“This is.” James said.

He crossed over to me and took his undershirt from practice and rubbed it all over my head.

“James!!! Oh my god! Stop!” I yelled at him.

He pulled his shirt away laughing at me.

“Did you take notes, Suttsy?” He asked.

“Sure did, Nealer.” Brandon laughed.

“I hate both of you sooo much.” I said getting up to walk away.

“Nooo, you love usss.” James said pulling me against his bare chest.

“Nah, I’m pretty sure this feeling is definitely hate.” I said wiggling out of his arms.

I went to pass both of them, but Brandon caught my arm. He took his lips to my ear.

“You sure didn’t hate me in Toronto…” He whispered.

I pulled back and looked at him.

“No…but that was Toronto. This is Pittsburgh.” I smirked.

“You’re impossible!” He laughed.

“What happened in Toronto?” James asked wagging his eyebrows.

“We-“ Brandon started.

“Don’t you dare tell him!” I said smacking Brandon on the arm.

“I was just going to say we cuddled on the plane…” Brandon said.

“Ohhh, but there’s something elseee.” James said poking my shoulder.

“Ohh, but there isn’ttt.” I said poking him back.

“Yes, there is. Did you guys finally do the dirty? Did you suck him off? Come onnn. Tell meee.” He said sounding like a little kid.

“Nooo! I am not telling you, James.” I said walking away.

“She sucked you off, didn’t she? How was it?” He asked Brandon.

“She didn’t do it there, but she has. And it was fucking fantastic.” Brandon boasted.

“Now I really hate both of you.” I said over my shoulder.


My parents live about an hour south of Pittsburgh in Fayette County, just outside of Uniontown.

It was where I grew up, but I really didn’t miss it.

That is, until I came home after being away for a long time.

We turned onto the road that led to their house.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous.” Brandon said as he turned onto the road.

“Not even for your first hockey game?” I joked.

“No; I’m definitely more nervous now.” He said.

“Ohhh, don’t be! They’re going to love you, because I love you.” I said scrunching up my face and leaning over towards him. He quickly pecked me on the cheek.

“I sure hope so…” He said looking back to the road.

“Oh, there it is! It’s the tan one.” I said pointing to their house.

He pulled into their driveway and turned the car off.

“Ready?” I asked smiling at him.

“Not really; no.” He said.

“Oh, shut up. You’re ready; let’s go.” I said getting out of the car.

I waited for him and grabbed his hand to lead him up the sidewalk.

My parent’s house was built by my grandparents, who had moved out of it before I was born,
so it was older. It was a light tan color with brown shutters. It had four bedrooms and two bathrooms; it was perfect for us.

I rang the doorbell as we stood on the little front porch.

I looked over at Brandon and gave his hand a little squeeze just before someone opened the door.

“Annie!” Sean said when he opened the door and slammed into me.

“Seanie!” I said as I hugged him back. “I’ve missed you guys.”

“We’ve missed you, too.” He said letting me go and looking over at Brandon, who was standing there kinda awkwardly.

At least he’s cute…

“Seanie, this is-“ I started.

“Annie. I know who this is. Hello, Brandon Sutter.” He said offering him his hand.

“Hi, Sean. It’s nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much.” Brandon said shaking his hand with a smile.

“Sean! Is that Annie?” My mother hollered.

“Oh! It is! Come here, baby doll!” She said walking up to the door and pushing past Sean to hug me.

“Hi, mom.” I laughed.

“I’ve missed you, Anna.” She said letting me go.

“Mom, this is Brandon.” I said smiling and looking over at Brandon.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Mrs. Jones.” He smiled and offered his hand.

“Oh, please, Brandon, call me Margie!” She said pulling him into a hug.

“Oh, okay.” He laughed.

My mom let him go and looked at me.

“Well, why are we still standing outside? Come, come, and get inside! Lunch will be ready in about 10 minutes.” She said stepping inside.


We finished lunch, and it was delicious.

As always.

“Mum, what time is dad getting home?” I asked as I helped clean off the table in the dining room.

“Oh, he’s going to be a little late, so he’s just going to meet us at Jeddie’s house.” She hollered from in the kitchen.

Brandon, who was following me around like a lost puppy, silently chuckled next to me.

“What?” I said looking at him.

“Sean calls you Annie, you call him Seanie, and your mom called Jed Jeddie. I just thought it was funny.” He said.

“Sean started that. He couldn’t say Jedidiah, so he called him Jeddie. He couldn’t say Annabelle either, so he shortened it to Anna, which turned into Annie. And I just called Sean Seanie to annoy him.” I explained.

“That’s cute.” He said smiling at me.

“When we’re done, I’m going to give you a private tour of the house.” I said smirking.

“Private?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.

I just winked at him as I took the remanding dishes to the kitchen.

When I came back he was standing where I left him, looking out a window.

“Are you ready for your tour?” I smiled.

“Yes.” He laughed.

I grabbed his hand and led him into the living room.

“This is the living room; but you already knew that, because this is where we came in at.” I said twirling myself with my arms out.

“Yupp. But, I didn’t get to look at all of the picturesss.” He said walking over to my mother’s “famous” fall of pictures.

He went straight for the baby pictures.

Those are quiet embarrassing.

But, then again, who’s aren’t?

“Awwe, is this one you?” He said pointing to a picture of me.

“Yeah…” I said.

“You were cute; what happened?” He joked.

“Rude! You are so rude!” I laughed, hitting his arm.

“I’m kiddinggg.” He said pulling me into his arms.

We stood, me in front of him with his arms around me, looking at all the pictures.

“I never realized how many pictures she actually has…” I said thinking out loud.

“I think that one might be my favorite.” He laughed pointing at a picture.

It was one of me and my brothers in our Halloween costumes. The boys are dressed as hockey players and I’m dressed as a princess. Jed was about 7, which made me 6, and Sean 5. In the picture I’m pouting and have my dress half off.

“Ohhh, I remember that Halloween. I just wanted to be a hockey player, too. But my mom wouldn’t let me because a hockey player was a boy’s costume. I threw a holy fit that year.” I chuckled.

“I think it’s adorable.” He said pressing his lips to my neck.

“Mmm, thank you.” I mumbled.

He continued to point out pictures that he liked or thought were cute. After a while I continued to show him the rest of the house, but saved my bedroom for last.

“And this is my old bedroom.” I said pushing the door open and walking in.

I walked over to my bed which still had the same old blue comforter and sat down.

The walls were still the same boring white walls and the floor was still hardwood. My mom kept all of my old pictures that I didn’t take to college up on the walls, and she kept all of my sports trophies and medals; which were what Brandon was looking at now.

“Decent.” He said pointing to my largest trophy, which was for an old traveling soccer team.

“Thanksss.” I said lying down on my stomach facing him.

He continued to walk around my room looking at all of the old things from my high school and early college days. He would ask questions here and there, but it was mostly me just explaining things.

When he finally made it all the way around the room, he walked back over to where I was laying on the bed.

I got up and moved so that I was kneeling in front of him.

Then, I placed my hands on his chest and slowly slide them up to around his neck, putting my fingers in his hair.

I slowly and gently pulled him closer to me.

When he got close enough, he connected our lips.

His lips were rough but still gentle as the moved against mine, slowly gaining in intensity.

He moved his hands to my waist.

They were searching for bare skin under my light blue top as they tugged on it to move it out of the way.

Once under my shirt, his hands made their way up my rib cage and back, rubbing little patterns and lightly scratching as they went.

I pulled away to try and catch my breath.

Brandon took this opportunity to push me back onto the bed on my back.

He crawled on top of me, putting almost none of his weight on me, and kissed me again.

Then he moved his lips to my neck and began to nip at the exposed skin.

I moved my head to give him more access.

I loudly sighed, it was almost a moan, and I felt him smile against my skin.

I moved my head over even further realized that the door was open.

“Brandon, stop. Get off.” I whispered, trying to push him off.

“What?” He said pulling away and looking at my face.

“The door’s open…” I said.

“Oh.” He said rolling off of me and onto the bed.

I crawled off the bed and ran over to the door and lightly closed it.

“My mom wouldn’t bother us, but Sean would. He’s done it multiple times in the past, the little bastard.” I said leaning against the closed door.

“Oh, so you’ve brought home multiple guys?” Brandon asked from the bed.

“They were all in high school and none of them really met my parents. It was more of a ‘Hey, I’m Johnny, and I’m in your house.’ kind of thing.” I said.

“Oh, okay. I’m not mad or jealous or whatever; just curious.” He said.

“Actually, you’re the first guy that I’ve ever really wanted my parents to meet.” I said moving towards the bed.

He was sitting up, leaning against the headboard, with pillows behind him.

“Am I?” He asked, slightly smirking.

“Yes.” I said as I climbed onto the bed.

I crawled up to him and straddled him.

“I feel privileged.” He said as I brought my face close to his.

“I think it’s safe to say that you are.” I said moving even closer, so that our lips brushed against each other’s was I spoke.

“Is this a part of my private tour?” He smirked, lips brushing against mine.

“Yes.” I said, smiling as I pressed my lips against his.

He quickly kissed me back, placing his hands on the sides of my face.

I moved one of my hands to meet one of his and the other went back to his hair, tangling in it.

His hands worked their way from my face, down my neck and shoulders, past my ribs and to my waist, leaving what felt like a line of fire from his touch.

I pulled back slightly to gasp for air as he moved his lips to my neck again.

I moved both of my hands to his neck and moved my head to grant him more access.

His hands dove under my shirt and made their way to my breasts.

He lightly squeezed and massaged them, causing my body to react.

I began to grind my hips down against him, wanting friction.

Brandon lightly groaned against the skin of my neck.

I stopped moving.

“Am I hurting you?” I asked moving to look at his face.

“No. Keep going. That feels amazing.” He said sitting back against the headboard.

I smirked and started moving on top of him again.

He closed his eyes and leaned his head back even further with his mouth slightly open.

I could feel him getting harder through our clothes.

And the harder he got, the more pleasure I felt.

I started moving faster, wanted to feel him against me even more.

I reached for his hands and interlocked our fingers.

He opened his eyes and watched me, a smirk slowly forming on his face.

I had to bite my lip as a moan almost escaped them.

“Shh, baby. Be quiet.” He whispered.

Ohhh, his voiceee. It was turning me on sooo much more.

I could feel the pleasure starting to build in my lower regions as I could no longer breathe quietly.

He closed his eyes again and bit his lip as I continued to quicken my hips.

My mouth hung open, with heavy breathing as my climax hit me.

I continued to rub against Brandon as I rode out my orgasm, before collapsing on top of him.

“Oh, my god.” I breathed as I laid on top of him.

“Oh, I know.” He said as he began to lightly rub my back.

That was when I realized that I could still feel his hard member underneath me.

“Do you want help with that?” I asked, taking my lip in my teeth as I looked down.

“What? That? Nooo, you don’t hav-“ He started.

But, I had already started to get off of him and move down between his legs.

I slowly drug my hands down his shirt and started to undo his pants when I got to them.

“Anna.” He warned.

“What? I had my share, now it’s time for yours.” I said starting to shove my hand down his pants.

“I’ve had my fair share. You really don’t have to.” He said.

“You can either do this the easy way and help me slide down your pants, or we can do it the hard way.” I said trying to pull down his pants.

“I think I would enjoy this more if I watched you struggle…” he said lifting his hips so that I could pull his pants and boxer briefs down.

“Thank you.” I said looking down at his member lying up against his stomach.

As I took him in my hand I could feel his eyes on my face.

I tried to ignore that as I began pumping up and down his shaft.

I took him in my mouth and swirled my tongue around the tip.

It wasn’t long before his hips were bucking, and his breathing was rugged.

I bobbed my head up and down and moved my hands to his shaft.

He came into my mouth moments later and quietly groaned before leaning back against the headboard, loudly breathing.

“Fuck, Anna. That was amazing.” He said, breathless.

“I try.” I laughed as I moved to his side and curled up against him.

We laid there and talked for the next couple minutes, completely content.

“Annie!” Sean hollered.

I groaned.

“What?” I hollered back.

“Vanessa just pulled in!” He hollered.

“Yay! Okay! We’re coming!” I squealed, starting to get up.

“Who’s Vanessa?” Brandon asked.

“Oh, she’s Seanie’s girlfriend! We played soccer together in high school, too, so we’re good friend as well.” I said looking at him.

“Anna!” A female voice hollered.

“Van!” I hollered back. “I’m coming!”

I grabbed Brandon’s hand and pulled him out the door with me.


I am so so so so so so sorry, I haven't had internet access for the past couple of days. :( I'm going to try my hardest to get Chapter 10 up on Monday.

Chapter 9!!!

First, I would like to say: Holy crap.

This story has over 3,000 views and there are over 25 people subscribed to it.
I didn’t even expect it to get 30 views, and there are almost 30 people that wait for it every week.

So, I just wanted to give you all a HUGEEE Thank You.<3

Back to TBJE…

Brandon met Anna’s mom and one of her brothers!

What did you think about that?

Chapter 10 will continue into them actually going trick-or-treating with her niece, Harper, and her brother. Brandon will also meet her dad.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask!

Let me know what you think, and thank you sooo much for reading!!!

Vote, rate, subscribe, comment do whatever you gorgeous people want!

And thank you again. Alli<3
P.S. I don't know about you guys, but I am heart broken that we didn't move on... :(


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