Okay I've been working on this story for weeks, and thanks to al the help from Chevygirl815, I've almost got the entire thing worked out, and a lot of it written to. I hope you all like it. I do not own anything in this chapter, besides Nora, everything else belongs to their rightful owners. Co-written with Chevygirl815

Chapter 1

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Her name was Nora-Rose, but most people just called her Nora or jailbait. She had started working for the Sons Of Anarchy when she was sixteen, and she had stuck around for a almost good four years now. Clay, the club's president, had just recently let her tend to the bar during the day. Before she had been stuck in the office helping his old lady, Gemma Teller. Nora was just the bartender now, though until she was twenty one she still mostly helped in the office with Gemma. She was the one girl they weren't allowed to touch. It should be illegal for most of them to touch her, they were all basically old enough to be her father. She'd occasionally dance on the bar when they asked, and Gemma wasn't around to tell her no, they always tipped her when she did. She needed the cash to pay for her rent.

She was currently working beside the newest prospect, Kip, or Half Sack as the other guys liked to call him. He was a cutie, in a nervous and kind of geeky but in a cute way. He had caught on quickly that he wouldn't be getting lucky with her. The guys had pointed it out to him that she was off limits to them all, Jax's orders. Clay had put his foot down before when she was under eighteen, but after that, it didn't matter to him. Jax had been the one to make it official, no touching of Nora by any of them. Of course, unless she wanted it.

Since she was good bartender, and she knew how to patch up small wounds, not to mention she was helpful in the office, she wasn't having any problems with them. That was, until she met Juice. Her eyes flickered up and over to see him sitting at the end of the bar. He was working hard on his laptop, just like he always seemed to be doing. That guy had to be the only one she ever showed interest in. He was her real first crush, not that she ever told him. He was a nice gentleman, unlike most of the others, he wouldn't even do more than nod in her direction until she was eighteen.

When she turned the legal age, he had started actual conversations with her. He would even flirt with her when he was buzzed enough. When he was really out of it, he'd even play with her blond hair while they talked. He'd twirl her curls around his finger, telling her how much he loved her hair, and then he'd tell her how he loved her eyes, how they shined when she laughed. For a guy who barely talked to women, he sure knew how to make one blush when he wanted to. She didn't think anything of it when he did it, he was buzzed and never brought it up once he was sober.

Things had only progressed from there. When she tend to parties held at the clubhouse, he'd stay at the bar, talking to her until it got late and he left in search for someone to spend the night with. That was when she was reminded of who he was. He wasn't just the cute closet nerd she talked to while she worked, but he was a biker who had women hanging off of him, a guy who slept with a different woman every other night. He had no problem finding someone else for the night, but he would never asked her. He never even hinted that he wanted to ask her.

"Hey, um, Nora? Think you can get Juice a beer? I have to go unclug the toilet again," Half Sack said to her, giving her a small nudge to get her attention.

She nodded her head, giving him a weak smile back as she patted his arm, as if telling him good luck. She had seen how badly those guys treated those toilets, and she pitted anyone who had to go near them. "Sure, sweetheart. I've got it," she told him before reaching back and grabbing a beer. They parted ways as she headed over to Juice. He didn't even look up when she put the bottle down, just mumbling a thanks as he reached for it. "Nice to see you too, Juice," she muttered, rolling her eyes as she turned to go. That seemed to get his attention too.

"Oh! Um, hey, Nora. I thought you were Half Sack. Sorry," he told her.

If he had known it was her, he would have looked up. He liked looking into her eyes, waiting to see if they'd light up when she talked to him. He liked watching her hips move side to side, her long blond hair swishing along with her as she walked. Those jeans she wore, damn, she was trying to kill him. If that wasn't bad enough, she always wore shirts that cut off at her belly button, not to mention that the top always gave him a nice few of her chest, especially when she leaned over. If she wasn't only nineteen, he would have made a play for her years ago. She was off limits though, even now that she was legal.

Flirting with her was one thing, but pushing up on her? That was crossing a line he wasn't sure he could cross yet. Not that he didn't want to, he definitely wanted to, but he wasn't as bold as some of the other guys. He couldn't just flash a smile and bring a girl to bed, not one like Nora where he'd actually have to work for it. He could get a girl in bed easy, especially being a guy in a cut, but that was mostly because the girls around the club would sleep with anything wearing leather. Nora wasn't like that though. She didn't care if he wore a cut or a sweater vest, not that he ever would but still.

She cared about the other stuff, personality and all that crap. Nora liked a guy who would treat her nicely, who had the same interests as her. Maybe even one who would open doors and take her to nice places. He could do that. He was a nice enough guy, he could be polite when he wanted to be. His eyes flickered back over to her to see her looking at him, waiting for something. Shit. She had asked him something. Okay, so maybe he wasn't the best listener, but he could still save this, he could. "Uh, um . . . you look hot, Nore," he blurted out before he could stop himself. A blush rushed to her cheeks as he scrambled to correct himself. "I-I-I mean, um, you know, cause it's hot outside and you-you've got your hair down. You look hot, um, not that you don't look hot in the other way, cause you definitely do, but that's . . ." he rambled on as he tried, and failed, to catch himself.

He didn't feel any better when she laughed. She was laughing at him, and he wasn't sure if he should be insulted or be relieved that she hadn't run away from him yet. "Relax, Juice. I just asked if needed anything else," she told him, trying to hold back her laughter now. He turned red on the spot, only making her laugh more. "But, um, thanks. I think," she told him, brushing her blond curl behind her ear before she went back to work with cleaning up behind the bar, leaving him to his thoughts.

His eyes followed her ass as she moved back over to the other end of the bar. God, what he would do to be able to just touch her. His dick twitched at the thought of taking her from behind. Her moans, her nails digging into his back as he pushed into her. She had told him a while back that she had a tattoo, one he had yet to see. What he would do just to see a peek of it. It obviously wasn't on her lower back, which meant that it was either lower, hidden under her jeans, or higher up near her chest.

Clearing his throat, he glanced down to his lap to see that he already had a semi just thinking about her. He couldn't help it, the image of her under him in his bed, naked and moaning his name, just wouldn't leave his mind. It hadn't happened, not yet anyway, but he couldn't help but dream about it. It was going to get him in some serious trouble though if he couldn't control his body. Without a word to Nora, he grabbed his laptop and raised up from his stool. He hurried down the hallway toward his room, leaving her behind to wonder what his problem was. She didn't need to know that he was about to take care of his . . . problem. She certainly didn't need to know that he would be doing that while thinking about her. As if she needed another reason to stay away from him.

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After her shift behind the bar, some of the guys had challenged her to a game of pool. Who was she to turn them down? She had been playing for a few year now. Jax had been happy to teach her how to play. Juice had even taught her a few new moves recently. They were playing teams, her, Jax, and Opie verse Tig, Bobby, and Chibs. Opie was a giant standing next to her. Nora was by far the shortest person there, even Juice was taller than her. Not that she minded, it gave her the advantage. None of them would expect anything from her, but she could keep up with them better than most girls.

Jax had taught her to play, which was her advantage above all. He didn't just do it to amuse her, he had been serious about it. Now she was as good as the rest of them, and they wouldn't see it coming. As she was waiting for her turn, she glanced at the bar to see that Juice was still sitting at the bar on his laptop. He had come back from his room a little bit ago, not that she had noticed. She didn't notice how every time she took a turn, he would turn just to watch her bend over the table. He tried to be sneaky about it, but he knew that some of the guys had noticed him doing it.

It wasn't his fault that no matter where she was, he had a good look at her. Whether it was her chest or her ass, both were a sight to see. Not that she realized he was watching at all. Though, he was sure she knew the others were looking. It was her advantage. She knew if they were busy checking her out, they wouldn't be paying attention to the game. It was smart, he had to give her that much credit. It wouldn't be long until she, Jax, and Opie won. She was a good player before he even started really talking to her.

He had held off on talking to her because he knew that he would say something inappropriate to her. He didn't have a filter on his mouth, and he didn't want to say something to creep her out when she was still a kid. She was still a kid to most of them, but he was starting to have other thoughts about her. When he finally let himself relax around her, talk to her, he had offered to teach her some new moves to improve her game. He could still remember how her body had felt under his while he showed her something. Those lessons hadn't lasted long, he could remember that too.

But they were fun, none the less. They had fun just joking around and laughing. She was interesting to talk to, which he couldn't say about a lot of girls around the club. Most were boring or only said what they thought he wanted to hear. She was different. She talked about stuff like movies she had liked, or books she had read. She talked about videogames, and even about cars. She didn't know much about cars, but she knew enough to keep his interest. "Juicy boy! Earth to Juice!" his snapped up at the sound of his name. Chibs was calling him, and he noticed right away that they were all looking at him as if they were waiting for him to say something.

God, he was really off today. That was the second time he had missed someone asking him something, and both times he had been off thinking about Nora. Chibs rolled his eyes, knowing that he hadn't heard him. "Drive the lass home, yeah? It's getting dark," he repeated to his Puerto Rican brother. Juice nodded his head without a moment of hesitation as he hopped down from his stool, closing his laptop quickly as he did.

Motioning for her to follow him, he led the way out. Nora hurried to grab her jacket, slipping it on as she followed him out to the lot. Walking up to him at his bike, he handed her his spare helmet and climbed on. Strapping on the helmet, she threw her leg over her bike, straddling the seat as she wrapped her arms around him. "You still live down the street, right?" he asked back to her as he backed up the bike. He knew she still lived in the same house she had moved into a few months ago, but he didn't want her to know that.

The last thing he wanted was her to think he was some creep who had memorized where she lived. Just because he drove past her house every night when he didn't stay at the clubhouse, didn't mean he was stalking her. It was just on the way to his place. "Yeah, that's the place. It's the fourth one down on the right. Just take a left when you get to the gate and then another left at the end of the street," she told him, reminding him even though she had a feeling he already remembered. Her arms tightened around his waist when he took off out of the lot, turning left like she had instructed him.

He tried not to think about her hands resting on his belt, just about his jeans. He tried not to think that if she just moved them just slightly further down, her hands would be resting on his junk. That would lead his mind to dangerous places, which was worse with her being so close to him. It didn't help that he was driving either. Trying to keep his mind blank of thoughts about her was harder than he wanted it to be. It didn't help that he could smell her perfume, or maybe it was her shampoo, from here. Her head was pressed against his back, her hair flying around from the wind, sending her scent everywhere.

The ride only lasted a few minutes before he was parked in front of her house. It wasn't big, she probably couldn't afford anything too fancy. It was her first place on her own, he knew that she had been saving for it for years now. Turning off the engine of his bike, he took off his helmet as he looked over the house. He could tell that she was still settling in, she hadn't lived here for that long. He couldn't help but wonder what the inside of the house looked like. A part of him knew that would be a bad idea to go inside. At least at the clubhouse, the guys were there watching them. He couldn't make a move on her because he knew someone would cut in before he could even think about it.

Here though, here they would be alone. As much as he loved that idea, he feared it too. His body would take over and he'd scare her off. He was just lucky she didn't know how badly he wanted her already, he wasn't going to push it. "You want to come in? I don't have beer, but I'm sure I can get you a soda or something," she told him as she climbed off his bike, taking off the helmet before putting it away in the back of his bike. She had invited him inside, she wanted him to come into her house, be alone with her.

His head was screaming that it was a bad idea, so why was he nodding? His grin was spread across his face as he nodded his head. He took off his helmet, putting it on his handle bar as he kicked the kick stand down and got off of his bike. Going against his good sense, he followed her up to her front door, stood behind her as she unlocked her door and let them in. Shutting the door behind them, he got a good look around. She still had some boxes laying around, showing signs that she hadn't fully unpacked yet.

She left to go to kitchen to grab him a drink. Her nerves were getting the best of her. Why had she invited him inside? It had 'bad idea' written all over it, but she had done it anyway. Flirting with him while he was buzzed at the bar was one thing, but inviting him back into her home was something else entirely. It was still a mess, and she wasn't even done unpacking all of her stuff yet. There were barely any pictures up, nothing that screamed her. It was plain, just some furniture, a TV, and a few shelves spaced around the room.

He was going to think she was weird and never talk to her again. If he hadn't already run out the door while she was in the kitchen, she'd be surprised. Grabbing them both a drink from her fridge, she took a deep breath before heading back to the other room. She was surprised to find that he had made himself comfortable on her couch already. He was watching TV like it was no big deal, like he was right at home. Rolling her eyes, she should have known he'd just make himself at home. "Um, it's not beer, but it's still pretty good," she said out, getting his attention as she held up the bottles in her hands.

He watched as she crossed the room and placed the sodas on the coffee table in front of them, giving him a nice view of her ass she bent over. His eyes were glued to her butt, his mind going back to the gutter as he thought more about her. It took every fiber of his being not to just grab her and pull her onto his lap. Or worse, to reach out and touch her ass. He really needed to get a grip before he completely lost his mind. He was acting like a horny teenager. Taking a deep breath, he forced his eyes back to the tv as she sat down. She had left a whole cushion between them.

That was a good idea, making sure they had space between them. If she had sat beside him, any control he had would have been out the window. He would be able to smell her shampoo, be able to look over and see down her shirt. Clearing his throat, he stood up to his feet. He couldn't stay here, especially when his thoughts kept going back to him fucking her. He just needed to get laid, that was it. It had been a couple of days, maybe even a week. He just needed to get laid, and then she would be off his mind. "Uh, I'm gonna take it to go. I'll see you tomorrow at the clubhouse, yeah? Okay, um . . . bye," he said out quickly as he fumbled to get around the coffee table. Of course, he would be the one to manage to bump his knee against it.

It didn't slow him down as he practically ran out of her house. Nora wasn't sure how to take him racing off. She wasn't sure if it was something she had done, or something else. Not like she was going to ask him, or ever bring it up to him. She knew that he wouldn't bring it up. He never did before when it was just how he had flirted with her while he was drunk. It was just a game to him, something to do while he was bored. Nothing more, nothing less. So why should she let it bother her if he raced out of her house? Obviously she had pushed it by inviting him inside tonight. She wouldn't be making that mistake again.