Chapter 1
"Fuck, Jax. Don't stop. I'm so close." I moan as he slams into me over and over. I feel myself find my release with him right behind me. He pulls me into his side and I hear his breathing even out telling me he was asleep. Shit. I lay there thinking about how it came to this.
Sitting on my couch, there's a knock at the door. Looking through the peephole, I see Jax standing there and looks like he's been crying. I open the door and pull him into a hug and pull him to the couch. Looking at him, he looks at me and I can tell he's already drunk off his ass. "Jax you didn't need to be riding. Give me your keys. You can crash on the couch." I tell him. "Yeah. Okay." He tells me, handing me his keys. "What happened?" I asked. "Tara. All we seem to do anymore is fight. We're done." he tells me. "And you'll be back together tomorrow once you both calm down." I tell him. "I told her I was done. I can't keep going back and forth like this." he tells me. He leans over on me for a minute before I head to the kitchen to get a bottle of Jack. Half a bottle in, we are sitting on the couch, my head on his shoulder and his head leaned against mine. "You're my best friend, Lori." he says. "I know. And you're mine." I tell him. I look up at him and he cups my face before his lips touch mine. He deepens the kiss, pulling me to straddle him. Never breaking the kiss, he picks me up and carries me to the bedroom. Laying me down on the bed, we both start to shed clothes before he enters me slowly. Thrusting in and out, still not breaking the kiss before we both reach our release.
I wake up the next morning to an empty bed. Thinking that maybe the club called, I get up and get dressed and head to the clubhouse where my dad is. Growing up being Bobby Munson's daughter, Jax and Opie were my best friends. Pulling up at the clubhouse, I see Jax sitting on one of the picnic benches and Tara sitting on his lap with his tongue halfway down her throat. Done my ass. Deciding that I wasn't going to let myself get upset there, I turn back around and head to my car, heading home. Tears falling as I pull off the lot.
Pulling into the driveway, I go inside and lock the door. Being done with everything. My phone starts ringing and I look at it and see it's Jax. Pressing ignore. He calls again and again I press ignore. Then I see Opie's number and hit ignore, not wanting to talk to anyone. Then I see his number. My daddy. If I answer, he will know something's wrong. I send him a text saying that I had a migraine and am lying down. He texts back telling me to get some rest.
Sitting there, half a bottle of Jack in, I hear a Harley pull up. Looking out the peephole, I see it's Juice. We've become good friends since he's been a full patch member. I open the door. "What do you want, Juice?" I ask sadly. "I wanted to check on you." he says. "Head back to the clubhouse and tell Jax I'm fine." I tell him as I try to shut the door but he stops me. "He doesn't know I'm here." Juice tells me. He pushes his way in and I walk over to the couch and he follows me. "What happened?" he asks. "Nothing. I'm good." I tell him. "That why you look like you've been crying?" he asks. "It's nothing. Doesn't matter. You should head back." I tell him. "Not until you tell me what's going on. We're friends. I hate seeing you like this." he says. I look at my hands and take a deep breath. "Jax came over last night, too drunk to be riding so I took his keys, telling him he could sleep on the couch. I started drinking with him. He was telling me that him and Tara split up and that he was done that he couldn't keep going back and forth between being together and not being together. I believed him. He kissed me and against my better judgement, I slept with him. He was gone before I woke up and I went to the clubhouse to see my dad and saw him with his tongue down her throat and her on his lap like nothing had ever happened." I tell him. "Shit." he says. "Yeah. My stupid ass fell for his shit...again." I tell him. "Again?" he asks. "He used to do this shit when we were in high school. Come to me everytime him and Tara were into it telling me that he was done and that they weren't together anymore. We'd hook up and he'd be gone and back with her before the bed got cold." I tell him. "You deserve better than that." Juice says. "Do I Juice?" I ask. "Yeah you do. You're the Princess. You shouldn't settle for being treated as anything but. He's treating you like a fucking croweater and you're not a croweater." he tells me. I feel the tears start to fall and he pulls me into his side and lets me cry.