Arthor's Note/I wrote this a while ago but I've updated and changed a few things. I've gotten quite a few PM's asking me if I will continue this or leave it as a one shot. I honestly don't know. If time and creativity permits, I will do my best to continue.

What happens in the club...

The walls vibrated to the Wild Ones by Flo Rida. The disco balls throughout the club reflected lights in every color. A smoky, silver, haze filled the dark room, to which her eyes had already adjusted. The smell of weed and sweat was the current aroma inside the venue. The music drowned out all other audible sounds. You had to shout at the closest person sitting next to you. The dance floor was occupied to the fullest capacity, as it always was on a Saturday night.

McKenna Ryan was enjoying her 24th birthday with her two best friends, Morgan and Britton. She should have known better than to blow her hair straight and wear it down. By her second dance, it was a huge frizzy mess. She pulled it back into the best ponytail she could muster. McKenna sat back in the booth, taking another puff on a joint before passing it on to Britton, who then passed it on to Morgan. Another round of shots and Tequila made it's way to their table, courtesy of her big brother, who owned the night club, Lucky Squad. McKenna definitely did not mind the fringe benefits that came her way through his association.

McKenna was in her last year of law school at San Francisco Law School. She had been the first one in her family to go to college, courtesy of her big brother. After their mother, was sentenced to 10 years in prison for attempted murder, he became the head of the household at seventeen. McKenna was ten. Given their circumstances, they both grew up way earlier than they should have. She was lucky enough to have the full advantage of both a street and a college education.

After downing another drink and laughing loudly at nothing in particular, McKenna's gaze returned to the dance floor where her eyes locked onto someone, who was definitely worth a second glance. Squinting through the smoke filled haze, she could see that he was definitely husband material. She giggle at the thoughts that were going through her head. He had a bottle in one hand and a cigarette in the other, surrounded by a group of men all sporting biker cuts. He looked a bit too confident and a bit too arrogant and a bit too self-assured of himself, but then he smiled. Then she smiled. She was amused. He slightly changed directions and caught her admirance of him. He leaned off of the bar and started to make his way over to her. As if they were in the movies, her surroundings started moving in slow motion: his approach, the dancers, the smoky haze. Maybe it was just the weed, she thought. It was as if time was buffering for completion.

As he moved closer, McKenna could see him more defined. The definition was, he was fucking beautiful. She gave him the glance over more than once, three times to be exact. It was her birthday, she was either a little drunk or a little high, and now as not the time to be acting shy. She was a bit surprised they let him in the club at all, given his attire. He was wearing baggy jeans, a dark blue hoodie and white sneaker were the three things the club did not abide on Saturday nights. He was also wearing his leather cut, matched by the rest of his crew, clearly indicating gang affiliation, which was another no, with the club's policies. He had to have had some type of pull with her brother.

After about an eternity, he finally made his way over to her. He placed his bottle on the table and ran his hand through his messy blond hair. Taking a long drag of his cigarette, he knelt down in front of her on one knee, placing his forearm in her lap. Was he going to propose she thought, laughing internally. His arrogance escaped through his pores like an explosion. His profound blue eyes commanded her attention, as he leaned in closer, brushing his lips against her right ear. "When you're all done checking me out, can I get this next dance?" He lingered a moment, longer than necessary, continuing to rest on her lap, before leaning back to read her expression.

Touching his arm, McKenna leaned in closer, holding eye contact, she to lingered a moment, longer than necessary. "You journeyed all the way over here, in your best hood-rat walk, to tell me how hard that I've been checking you out, and you what, expect me to dance with you now?" She momentarily forfeited herself in his eyes. They were the color of a summer sky after the storm, and he was truly breathtaking. Vaguely smiling, he nodded his head, yes. Rising to his feet, and taking both of her hands into his, he led them onto the dance floor.

Pulling McKenna into him, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders. McKenna placed her forehead onto his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist. She felt a hard piece of metal tucked into his waistband. Guns definitely were not allowed on Saturday nights. So yeah, he definitely knew her brother. Nothing to see here. She repositioned her hands to his side. He slowly pulled away from her and asked. "We good?" He observed her expression. Her eyes said 'yes'. He was momentarily stunned. He large brown eyes were stunning. She was fucking stunning.

"As far as I can tell." He give her a sexy half smile, pulling her back into him. She felt his erection responding as he continued to rub up against her. He moved his right hand down to her lower back, while the other moved down to her ass. Holding her frame against his swelling cock, he continued to lead. He was fucking her through their clothes. Trying to convey each other's thoughts, they Boothe stood in the middle of the dance floor and continued to dry fucked to Cosmic Love by Florence and the Machine. Both of his hands were now firmly placed on her ass, holding her in place, while McKenna softly caressed his back. He lowered his head to hers, capturing her mouth, sucking her tongue into his mouth, tasting her, enjoying her. McKenna was transfixed. Lost. He reached up and held her face. She assaulted his mouth just a much as he assaulted hers. They were in full make out mode in the middle of the dance floor. Then they both suddenly stopped.

Morgan did not miss a beat, from the moment he made his way over to her best friend, she was on guard. She took another drag of the joint she was holding and ran her free hand through curly, now dampened hair. She sized him up from top to bottom and bottom to top. He looked familiar. She knew him from somewhere but she couldn't quite place it at the moment. She picked up her cell phone and discreetly took his picture while pretending to check her messages.

Morgan has been McKenna's best friend since the third grade. She was a gossip and a troublemaker. Wherever she went, trouble followed closely. She made sure of it. She always had to be the center of the universe and she always managed to make everything about her, but she always had McKenna's back, no matter what. She threw her phone onto the table, then it suddenly occurred to her. The Son's of Anarchy. She was meeting with her ex-boyfriend for lunch. He drove up to the restaurant and saw his talking to a bunch of bikers. She wasn't introduced to him, she knew she had to hang back while business was discussed, but she never forgot a face, especially one as noticeable as his.

Still holding onto their intensity high, he lead her to the closest corner. "We still okay?" He asked, his voice low and raspy. McKenna nodded. "I hope so." She responded. He raised her hands above her head, pinning them against the wall. McKenna pulled him into another kiss. Sucking him a bit too hard, biting his bottom lip in anticipation and readiness. She drew blood. He ignored it, slowly passing his tongue over his fresh wound. Still holding her arms above her head, he pressed his forehead on hers. Then observing her in all seriousness, simple stated. "I'm Jax. Jax Teller."

"Okay." Was all that she offered. She wanted him. This. The bulge in his jeans pressed tightly against her, was making her pussy pulsate more and more. She was wet and swollen and her desire for him never wavered. He had the wall to hold her in place. Jax's hand moved between her thighs. He began to massage her clit though the thin black lace panties. They were so flimsy. Whey did she even bother? His thumb rubbed her clit. She began to moan and came on his hand . "Fuck". Jax praised. McKenna's head fell back against the wall. A barely audible whimper escaped her lips. "Yes, Jax."

"Look at me." His voice commanding, domineering, ordering her to look at him. McKenna brought her head forward, opening her eyes. Any inhibition she had ten minutes ago had now left the building with Elvis. Jax hooked his fingers into her panties, pulling them off, lowering himself, allowing her to fully step out of them. He placed them into the left pocket of his cut. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his erection. He playfully rubbed himself back and forth against McKenna's now throbbing pussy. Eyes fused, the slow seduction continued. The lust, the music, him inside, McKenna was gone. He entered her, hard. This time his name fell from her lips much louder than a whimper. They were. Fucking against a wall in a club. Her brother's club. The DJ was playing the jams. The dance floor remained congested. It was close to pitch black and the walls were still vibrating. The same wall that Jax Teller was currently fucking her into. She closed her once more and continued to ride her ecstasy.

"I'm gonna need you to look at me darlin." Jax managed, in a barely audible tone. She lifted her head again, settling on his eyes. McKenna could barely keep her balance but Jax made sure to keep her steady with every plunge inside of her. McKenna barely had time to get use to the intrusion of his enormous dick penetrating her swollen clit. She opened her legs father apart hoping to accommodate the situation. His rhythm quicken as he continued to fuck her hard against the wall. Who needs a room, she thought. Jax pulled down the spaghetti straps that held up her dress, exposing her breast to him. He began to devoured her her. He sucked her areola, lightly grazing and pulling with his teeth. He caressed her with his tongue, once again taking her whole into his mouth. The bass was vibrating off of the walls and throughout her entire body. The smoke filled fog, filled the thick air and McKenna was losing her mind to Jax Teller. With his last thrust inside, her entire body shook as the warm release spilled out of her. Jax held onto her firmly and intimately, coming a few seconds after. They were both soaked with sweat and smelled or sex, trying to carry their breathing back to normal. Jax adjusted her dress back to appropriate, then he adjusted himself as well. Their foreheads resting on each other. "And we still good?" He asked, stroking the side of her face.

She nodded. "I need to go to the bathroom." She lightly pushed him off of her before making her way to the restroom. Moments later, she fell into her VIP booth that was shared with Morgan and Brit. She hadn't even notice the huge smile that was occupying her face. She grabbed her phone and scrolled for the latest updates. Three missed calls and four text messages. She unintentionally brought her hand to her mouth, touching the smile that was now displaying her afterglow. She put her phone down and looked over at her two friends. They were both staring at her with expectancy. "What?" McKenna questioned, but she already knew. Her eyes left them for a moment in search of her future husband, Jax Teller.

She wasn't sure what she wanted from Jax. She hadn't planned on a one-night stand. Did she want something more. She honestly wasn't sure. As the threesome was leaving the club, Jax came up from behind her and grabbed her arm. "You're not going to say goodbye?" McKenna moved closer to him. "I don't do goodbyes. They are like a bad karma. But if we ever do meet again Jax Teller...well, I'll just leave it there." She leaned up and kissed him on his lips. He tried to deepen it but she pulled away. "Can I a least get your name?" McKenna didn't respond. Jax watched her leave until she was out the door.

Almost a week had passed since that faithful night, and the occasional smile still graced McKenna's face whenever she though about Jax Teller. She sat in her new black BMW X6 M, courtesy of her big brother, Laroy, daydreaming back to that night. She had lied and told Morgan and Brit that it was just a dance and that he really wasn't her type. Normally, this was something she would have shared with her confidants, but in her own strange way, she wanted to keep Jax to herself a little while longer. After she had left that night, Jax met up with her in the parking lot as she was about to get in the car. He asked again. "You're seriously not going to tell me your name?" McKenna placed both of her hands on his chest, then pulled him into a hug. "Another time?" She responded with a question. Releasing him, she stumbled into the back passenger side, closing the door behind her. Jax backed away from the car as it pulled out. He was not amused. Sure he was use to fucking a random chick at any given moment, but she was not random. What the fuck?

The car behind her honked it's horn. McKenna sat at the four-way intersection longer than necessary, lost in her reoccurring daydream of Jax. She drove ahead two more blocks and parked her car across the street from her house. Her driveway was crowded as usual, but this time it was with motorcycles instead of cars. Laroy's friends and associated always kept their driveway occupied. Walking across the street, she scanned the faces on her front lawn before spotting Laroy. She saw him talking to an older, burly looking man, whose back was facing her. She came to a complete halt when she identified the cut he was wearing, displayed the Sons of Anarchy patch. McKenna's eyes continued scanning the rest of her yard. Then she saw him. She saw Jax. Standing composed and smiling a little too widely, he had already noticed her. He stood attentively, waiting for her to approach. The loud sound of a car horn cause her to nearly jump out of her skin. Everyone in the yard turned in her direction. She hadn't realized she had stopped walking in the middle of the street. The driver screamed some profanity at her and Laroy screamed one back, throwing his beer bottle at the car.

"Hey Mac." Laroy greeted her from the porch steps. The group of eight men all held her in their attention. "Everyone, this is my little sister, McKenna. McKenna, this is everyone." They all greeted her in unison. Laroy didn't introduce them by their individual names, which meant that they were his business connections and this was meant to be the extent of McKenna's association with them.

She gave a smile and a slight wave of acknowledgment. "Everyone". She started to make her way into her house, when Jax called out to her. Turning her head, her eyes slowly maneuvered back to him. Her heart skipped as she was honestly happy to see him. Sure she flirted with the chance of a possibility of seeing him again, but that was all that it was, a chance possibility. And yet, here he was, standing on her front lawn.

"You look familiar. Don't I know you from somewhere?" Once again, all eyes were on McKenna, especially Laroy's. They all seemed to be awaiting a response from her. Jax tilted his head, feigning confusion. Then his face lit up as if he'd won a magical prize. With the snap of his fingers, he answered, "Lucky Squad, Saturday night?" She played along, using the secret code that they had obviously now shared.

"That's right." She said, pointing her finger at him. "I accidentally spilled my drink all over you. I hope I didn't get you too wet."

"Nah, I'll give my cleaning bill to big brother, Laroy over here."

"Big brother, Laroy ain't paying for shit." Laroy responded, unaware of the blatant illusion of anonymity between the two of them.

Jax and McKenna shared a knowing smile. "Well, it was nice seeing you again." McKenna walked into her house, and headed upstairs to her bedroom, slamming the door with her foot, she collapsed onto her bed and fished her mobile out of her handbag.

"Hey bitch." Brit answered in her usual animated voice.

"Hey bitch, remember that guy I was dancing with on Saturday?

"Which one?" She remembered McKenna dancing with three guys on Saturday.

"The blond biker who followed me out to the car."

"Dancing? Is that what we're calling it now? You mean the one that you said you weren't interested in? The hot one? Yes, I remember him. Why?"

"He's at my house right now."

"Oh my god, is he stalking you? What the fuck is he doing at your house?"

"Business with Laroy."

"So, are you and Jax going to hook up again?"

"What? What the fuck, Britton? How do you even know his name?"

Britton started to laugh on the other end. "Girl please, I'm your best friend. Morgan and I know all about Jax. You spent twenty minutes with the guy in a dark corner, letting him fuck you into the damn wall. Morgan remembered from a while back, so we Googled him. Girl, Google is your friend."

McKenna laughed in disbelief. "Shit, why didn't I think of that? Why didn't you guys say anything?" Normally, Morgan would have been all over her with a magnified glass about Jax.

"You didn't and it was your birthday, so we let you have this one. We knew you would tell us about him sooner or later. Jax is definitely your type, in and out of jail, violent, convicted felon, everything you look for in a man." They both started laughing again.

As she was about to question Brit again, there was a loud knock on her bedroom door. "Yeah?" she called out anxiously.

"It's Jax." McKenna unintentionally pressed the end key on her phone, hanging up on Brit, while staring at the door. She could tell Jax didn't give a shit in general but she didn't think he would be brazen enough to come up to her bedroom with Laroy just downstairs. Jax was definitely the poster child of the men that her brother always warned her about. "McKenna?" Jax called out, with another loud knock.

She rose from the bed, glancing in the mirror, unconsciously fixing her hair, then sat back down. She'd played out so may scenarios in her mind, fantasizing about their next encounter, but him knocking on her bedroom door was not one of them. "Come on in, Jax."

He entered the room, closing the door behind him, looking around, taking in the decor, before settling his eyes on her. "We still okay?" He asked, with a hint of concern in his voice.

"As far as I know, Teller. We're still okay." She moved up against the headboard, crossing her legs, yoga style.

"You mind?" He motioned to her bed. McKenna motioned for him to sit. "So you're McKenna Wayne, Laroy's little sister. Well shit, I would have never guessed that one." He playfully tapped her knee.

"Ryan." She corrected him. "It's McKenna Ryan, different dads." Jax accepted her response. "So you're in business with my brother? Is that the reason you were at the club on Saturday?" Jax nodded. "Well if that wasn't perfect timing." Jax nodded again, a smile crossing his face.

Sliding closer to her and uncrossing her legs, he slid in-between them, wrapping them around his waist. "I'm heading out to finish up some club business. Is it alright if I stop by later?" Jax asked, caressing her face.

McKenna nodded. "Can you stay for a few minutes before you leave?" She honestly did miss him.

"Absolutely, babe."

McKenna slid down on her back, pulling Jax on top of her. He re-positioned himself to her side, taking her into his arms. Lying in his arms, her body raised and fell with his every breath. She came to the realization that right in the present moment, he was the one. And when he comes back tonight, she knew that he would fuck her into the mattress, or on the floor or up against the wall. And in the morning when they woke up, she would be his and he would be hers and Laroy would be throwing a fucking fit.

Five Years Later

McKenna folded the last of the laundry. She starting walking around the house collecting anything that was out of place, dishes, toys, food. Jax was supposed to be home half an hour ago. So much for that. "Emerald, baby, it's time for bed." Their four year old daughter, followed her around, holding onto her favorite blanket and sucking her thumb.

"I want to wait up until Daddy comes home." Emerald stated. She lifted her arms for McKenna to pick her up. Wrapping her limbs around her mother's body, she rested her head onto her shoulder. Whenever Jax was late, they would go through this same routine. She would beg to stay up, so she could say goodnight to her father, only to fall asleep in her mother's arms a few minutes later.

"Sweetheart, he has to work late tonight. How about we call him to say goodnight?"

She sleepily nodded in the crook of her mother's neck.

McKenna dialed Jax's number. She got his voice mail. "Jackson, where the fuck are you? Call me back now babe. Love you ."

"Mommy you said fuck." Emerald notified her mother.

"I know. I'm sorry baby. But remember, just because you hear me say adult words, doesn't mean you can say them too."

"When I'm correcting you, it does." McKenna glanced at her smart-alack daughter. She was definitely Jax Teller's daughter.

The next morning, McKenna awoke with her body intertwined with Jax's, her arms wrapped tightly around his waist. He was still wearing his jeans, t-shirt, and sneakers from the night before. Falling into bed, fully clothed, meant that he was dead tired when he made it home last night. It also meant he had to stay out later than the norm to clean up some club bullshit that must have went sideways. She lazily turned and reached for her phone to check the time. She still had a good 30 minutes before she had to rise and start her day. McKenna fell back onto his chest, faling and rising with his every breath. She was exactly where she was always meant to be. Lying in bed, next to her husband of four years, Jackson Nathaniel Teller.