Chapter 2
I finally stop crying and Juice says "You can't let him back in, Lori." I look at him and say "I know. And I can't let him know he's hurt me again." He pulls me closer and says "You need to move on." I look up at him and say "I know, you're right. But everyone sees me as just Bobby's kid." I tell him. "I don't. We're friends." he tells me and I smile. "That we are Juicy." We spend the rest of the night talking and him just being there for me. I finally start yawning so he tucks me into bed and locks the door as he leaves.
Waking up the next morning, I feel better about things. Seems like talking most of the night with Juice has helped me clear my head a little and I am finally done with Jackson Teller. I can't be his go to anymore. I need to move on. And I will. Eventually. I just have to keep from falling back into his trap again. Let's hope I can.
That afternoon, I walk into the clubhouse and up to my dad. "Hey Daddy." I tell him as I hug him. "Hey baby girl." he says. I sit next to him and put my head on his shoulder like I used to when I needed my daddy. "What's on your mind?" He asks. "Nothing. Just tired." I tell him. "Are you sure baby?" he asks. "I'm sure Daddy. Just not sleeping." I tell him. He puts his arm around me and pulls me closer and I wrap my arms around my daddy. He's never pressured me to talk. Always just let me come to him when I was ready.
That night, I am sitting on the couch, flipping through the channels when there's a knock on the door. I look through the peephole and see it's Juice. I let him in and he shows me a bag that has burgers from my favorite place. "Brought dinner." Juice says. "Thanks." I say as I kiss his cheek and let him in. We move to the couch and I hand him the remote to find a movie to watch. Halfway through the movie, I am leaned into Juice's side and I fall asleep. Picking me up, he puts me to bed and kisses my temple. "Goodnight Princess." he tells me before leaving the room and locking the front door as he leaves.
It's been a month and Juice has been spending every evening at my house. Sitting on the couch, I have my laptop out and I'm writing. I haven't written in years but something about spending time with Juice, he encourages me to get back into my passions. I hear a knock at the door and see Juice standing there with a smile on his face. "Hey Princess." he says as he walks in. I kiss his cheek as he sits down on the couch next to me. "What's this?" he asks. "I, um, started writing a little bit." I say. "You're writing again?" he asks surprised. "It's just one chapter." I tell him. "Doesn't matter. You're writing again." he says with a huge smile on his face. We turn on a movie and I snuggle into his side like I do every evening. This seems to be our routine.
The movie ends and he goes to leave. "You wanna stay?" I ask. He smiles. "Are you sure?" he asks. I move forward and cup his face. He looks into my eyes and I kiss his lips softly. He deepens the kiss and when we break away, I say "I'm sure, Juan Carlos." I take his hand and lead him to the bedroom. He strips down to his boxer briefs and I see just how toned he is. I step into the bathroom and strip to my panties and a t-shirt and slide into bed. We lay facing each other and talk. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" he asks. "Yes. I'm okay with it." I tell him laughing a little. I move closer to him. Over the month he's been hanging out here, I've not been to the clubhouse much and I've grown to have feelings for Juice and the way he acts, I think he feels the same way. I lean up and kiss him. Softly at first and he deepens the kiss as he hovers over me. He lifts my shirt over my head and then rids himself of his boxer briefs. Pulling my panties down my legs, he asks "Are you sure?" I kiss him and say "I need you Juan." He kisses me deeply as he enters me slowly. Thrusting in and out slowly, he makes love to me all night, making me find release after release before finding his own. We drift off to sleep with my head on his chest and his arms around me tightly, knowing things have changed.