"A bath? No, probably not but you did marry a doctor. I'm sure I can find a cure" Smirking, I bite down on my lower lip as I watch him undress then shimmy out my scub bottoms, kicking them away till they meet his jeans on the floor. Bending down I turn on the water so the tub can fill up as Jax kisses my neck. A small hum escapes me as I feel him rub my tattoo. Our marriage ties me to him but that tattoo meant I was his long before he put my wedding band on my finger.
Turning in his arms, I run my hand up his arm, the one that holds our second sons name. Then I trace a finger over abels name. Our little miracle. My procession continues up to his face, tracing his strong Jaw Line his soft lips. My hands come together around his neck as I lean up to finally place a kiss to his Waiting lips. "I love you so much Jackson" I remind him because honestly I don't think I tell him enough. There have been some rocky times where we might have forgotten but not once I have ever stopped loving him.
Kissing his lips once more I run my hands down his chiseled chest his rock hard abs till I reach the hem of his boxers. I lower then just a bit, a teasing smile graces my face "shall I do the honors?" I love it when I can be playful with him and todays one of those days where we are not rushed so why not have a bit of fun?
Written by Sage as part of a storyline on .com
With Opie and Asher taking care of the rednecks outside I can focus on getting inside the old run down place where I'm assuming Tara is being held. Why? Who knows! I don't recall making enemies that are this stupid and ugly.
That's when a shot rings through the old structure and a moment later I hear her scream.
I freeze for just a second but the whimper of my baby that reaches my ears through the old broken windows has me breaking down the front door in no time.
My gun is raised in front of me as I step inside and scan the place.
I see someone move in the other room down the hallway and hear Thomas whimper again. Shit. My baby. Why do our boys get mixed up in this shit? Little children and women should be left alone. It's an unwritten rule.
Swallowing hard I carefully inch forward through the half lit hallway until I see a man holding a gun to Tara's head who is clutching our child to her chest desperate to protect him.
I cannot put the feeling of helplessness that washes over me in words but at the same time rage starts to build deep in my core. I let none of that get the better of me but slowly approach from behind, very quiet so I won't make a sound until I can point my own gun at his head.
In a low and threatening tone I tell the guy. "Drop the gun. Right now. You'll be dead before the second warning."
My eyes only flicker away from him once to see Thomas look up to me.
Written by Jack as part of a different storyline.
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