Prologue

Two weeks earlier

The parking lot was loud and full of people as Kyra approached Teller-Morrow from the street. She wrinkled her nose at the choice in music as she passed through the gates and into the crowd flowing with alcohol. She didn't have time to dwell on the bikers' poor music tastes though, as her sole purpose for being here on a Friday night was to lose her virginity. She may only be thirteen, but she was mature enough to know that she didn't want her first time to be a horrifying experience in the backseat of a car with an inexperienced teenage boy. Kyra wanted a real man to make her feel real things. So why not do it with a Son? They say outlaws don't have too many moral boundaries, so that had to mean that at least one member of the Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club would have sex with her, didn't it?

Kyra had her answer not even twenty minutes later as she was pulled down a dark hallway, and into a small dorm room by a blonde-haired biker. She tried not to wince as he released his strong grip to close the door behind them. Turning to inspect her surroundings, Kyra was surprised by the overall neatness of the room before her as she made her way over to a desk with books lying on top of it.

Talk about a walking contradiction, Kyra thought picking up a book of short stories by Hemingway. She would have never thought SAMCRO's VP read classic literature.

"You read?" Jax asked from over her shoulder.

"Only in my spare time. Usually when the little one is asleep," Kyra answered offhandedly, trying not to let his close physical proximity get the best of her.

Jax straightened from his bent position in surprise. "You got a baby?" He just couldn't imagine the pretty little thing in front of him ever being pregnant.

"Well, no. A brother. He's three years old." Crap. I wasn't supposed to mention anything personal.

"Oh," Jax said nodding. That made more sense. "I have a son. My ex-wife gave birth two days ago, actually," he revealed as he sat across from Kyra on the edge of the messily made bed. "He was born ten weeks premature with a hole in his heart and a tear in his stomach."

"I'm so sorry. He'll fight through it though," Kyra reassured lamely, trying not to think about how dumb she must sound. What are you even supposed to say to something like that, anyway?

"Yeah, I hope so," Jax looked down, "but I know he's going to die."

Frowning at that, Kyra stepped forward, grabbing his face to stare earnestly into his blue eyes. "Wait a minute. Things may seem really bad right now, but don't lose hope. It's times like these that really define a parent!" she finished strongly.

"Why do you care so much?" Jax asked as he wrapped his arms around her waste, amazed at her boldness. "You don't know anything about me or what kind of parent I could be to my son."

Kyra wrapped her arms around his neck to steady herself as she tried to calm the nerves from her little speech. She could feel the familiar sadness washing over her as she was reminded of the circumstances surrounding her brother's birth and the way she had almost lost her mother along with him.

"I know what it feels like to be hopeless," Kyra finally answered, pushing the dark memories away. "My brother was born premature. And for a long time, we didn't know if he, or my mother were going to make it," she added looking down. Fear and uncertainty make a terrible combination, but unfortunately, it is one you tend to experience when you almost lose a loved one.

Jax could only stare in wonder at the passionate young woman before him as she relived the experience, the conversation only proving what he already knew to be true. He, Jackson Nathaniel Teller, was not good enough for Kyra, the beautiful young woman with so much hope in her eyes. She had almost lost half her family in one go And yet here he was looking for pity. She made him want to be a better man, a better father. She made him want to believe that things would be okay— that his son would live.

This girl had something worth admiring. And damn him if he wasn't going to find out what it was.

"I want you," Jax whispered gripping her tighter. "Can I have you?"

Kyra searched his face for a moment, her eyes exploring the slight laugh lines around his mouth and the mole above his lip before finally landing on the expressive blue orbs begging for her permission. "Yes," this was the man that she wanted to give herself to.

That was all Jax needed to hear as he stood up, carefully placing his cut on the back of a chair, before stripping down to his boxers. He paused in the middle of taking off his socks as he watched Kyra nervously biting her lip, arms wrapped around herself, and standing exactly where he'd left her. Why wasn't she getting undressed?

There has to be a reason why she hasn't moved a muscle in almost five minutes, Jax thought to himself. Maybe… "Is this your first time?"

The suddenness of the unexpected question jolted Kyra out of her daze as she quickly tried to deny such an idea. "I'm not a virgin," she said, as if the word were something to loathe, and the very thought of being one was sickening. "I've had plenty of sex before!" she added unconvincingly.

Jax's eyebrow rose in amusement, saying nothing as Kyra eventually dropped her head in silent admission. "Fine, I'm a virgin. Happy?" she retorted, covering her face in embarrassment as she tried to keep the heat from creeping up her neck and into her cheeks. Unfortunately, if her skin had been just three shades lighter, she would have already been as red as a tomato.

It was bad enough that Jax had already found out her secret. Who knew if he would even continue after this, Kyra thought sadly.

"Hey," Jax said coming close to remove her hands from her face. "There's nothing wrong with being inexperienced. I actually like knowing I'll be the first man to touch you." He bent down until they were eye level, his charming smirk in full effect, "It's really hot to be honest."

"It is?" Kyra asked, naivety plain to see as she searched his eyes for deceit. "You don't have to lie to me, you know."

"It is," he promised before bringing his lips down in physical confirmation.

Things went smoothly after the air was cleared. And before Jax knew it, he was poised above Kyra's body, staring into eyes that seemed much younger than their seventeen years. She seemed so child-like in that single moment that, for a second, Jax found himself questioning the answer she'd given him earlier about her age.

Kyra recognized the doubts playing out across his face instantly. Before he could open his mouth to voice them, she quickly smashed her lips into his, clumsily trying to deepen the kiss as he pulled away; her body following after his until he firmly pushed her back down. "Relax, baby. We have all night," he soothed.

Jax again readied himself to enter the beautiful body below him as the doubts faded away from thought. He wasn't going to let anything ruin this moment between them.