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Reminder: This story is completely AU, with some canon thrown in from time to time. This chapter is rated "M" for language and sexual situations of a graphic nature.

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Jolene had stopped listening about 20 minutes into the lecture. Gemma hadn't seemed to notice and continued going on and on about trust and loyalty and all that happy shit she was always harping on. You'd think that instead of lying about her whereabouts last night, Jolene had sold secrets regarding biological warfare to the Mayans or something the way she was carrying on. She loved Gemma, she really did but something about spending the last six months living with her mother in Seattle had flipped a switch in Jolene. Even though she knew that she shouldn't give anything Valentina ever said to her a second thought, Jolene was having trouble reconciling whether a woman could really love a child that wasn't biologically hers. Her own mother certainly had never loved her. What made her think that Gemma, her stepmother, really gave a shit about her? Granted, this train of thought was the result of seeds planted by her bitter egg donor back in Seattle, who still couldn't get over the fact that Clay had never seen her fit enough to make his official old lady. Or maybe Uncle Elvis was right and the disconnect between her and Gemma was Gemma's inability to deal with her "growth spurt", as her father ever so delicately referred to his little tomboy finally hitting puberty with a vengeance.

Either way, it wasn't a situation that could be fixed with Gemma constantly reminding her how much she's fucked up lately or alluding that Jolene might end up like her mother if she didn't straighten her shit out. When talking about love and loyalty, Gemma seemed to conveniently forget that she herself would have taken a steel bat to the dome of the redneck that had sucker-punched a drunken Jax in Lodi. The asshole had been lucky the cops had shown up when they did or they would have been picking his brain matter off the blacktop of the bar's parking lot with tweezers.

Gemma had stopped fluttering around the T-M office and was now standing in front of Jolene, her hands planted on her hips and a scowl on her face.

"Oh, shit." Jolene muttered under her breath.

"Damn right, oh shit! You haven't heard a word I've said." Gemma accused.

Yes, I have, Jolene thought to herself, a million times before.

"I'm sorry, Gem, I really am—" Jolene started but Gemma stopped her.

"Don't apologize unless you really mean it, Jolene. Sneaking off to Oakland for a night of fun is a serious situation. Not many friends of the Club up there and you could have put yourself into a whole world of trouble, dragging Jax down with you." Gemma chastised.

"I know," Jolene nodded. "And trust me, it won't happen again. I swear."

"I know it won't happen again because until further notice, your ass stays inside Charming, except on Saturdays for community service." Gemma retorted and Jolene's mouth fell open in shock.

"That's not fair," She started. "I graduate in a couple of months. You confine me to Charming and I'm gonna miss out on a lot of senior activities."

"Tough shit." Gemma replied. "Shoulda thought of that before lying to me."

Jolene pouted, even though she knew she was getting off easy. "Did you tell my dad about last night?"

"Are you kidding me? He'd have all our asses dangling over the fire." Gemma responded. "No, you keep your nose clean from now 'til you're 18 and your little road trip to Oak-Town stays between us."

Damn, Jax really is the Mom Whisperer. "Thanks, Gem."

Gemma's face softened. "We've all been there and we've all done some stupid shit. Most are lucky to come out the other end unscathed. Some get lost and never find their way. You're too smart to get lost along the way, baby girl."

Jolene couldn't bear looking her in the face, ashamed of herself for almost letting Valentina's attempts to brainwash her against Gemma take hold.

"So, how about joining Luann and me for a night out? Dinner, a movie?" Gemma offered, gathering her cigarettes, lip gloss, and compact into her clutch purse. Girls' night out. That explains why she's rocking the designer black shirt dress and strappy, heeled sandals.

"Thanks, but I don't want to go to the movies." Jolene replied. She already had plans and they included a certain blonde biker who was currently MIA. "It's been a long day and I'm tired."

Gemma stood at the office door, her clutch purse tucked under one arm, and her other hand on her hip. Tired my ass, Gemma thought. Why shower and change before coming back to the garage after returning from Lodi instead of just staying home in her Pj's, in front of the TV? The answer to that question was at this moment ripping into the parking lot.

"Then come on, I'll drop you off at the house." Gemma suggested.

Jolene shook her head, straightening up in her chair as she too heard Jax's bike outside. "I have my car. Besides, I might hang out for a little bit." Gemma raised an eyebrow and smacked her with a look that said Jolene was full of shit. "Just for a couple of hours." Jolene felt the need to defend herself. "I'll stay off the booze, I promise."

It's not the booze Gemma was worried about. What she wanted to hear was Jolene promising to stay off her son. Not one to mince words, Gemma knew there was just no way around it without making a big stink. Besides, she was conflicted. She didn't hate the idea of Jax and Jolene, the SAMCRO prince and princess, getting together. She just hated the idea of losing both her son and her husband in one night. One to murder and the other to prison.

The garage was closed and he had hoped that his mom had already left for the night but with both Gemma's and Jolene's cars still on the lot, Jax rubbed his hand over his face. Walking into the office, he could very well be stepping into a blood bath.

"Hey," Jax smiled as both women, having been locked in a stare-down, turned to look at him. "What? Did I just interrupt some weird chick moment?" Jax asked, a little unnerved by both sets of eyes on him, one stern and disapproving and the other wide and sparkling and obviously very happy to see him.

Gemma walked up to him, hand still on hip. "No." She replied, giving Jax that I-know-what-you're-up-to look where, even though he was the taller of the two, it still felt like she was looking down her nose at him. "I was just trying to convince Jolene to join Luann and me for dinner and a movie but she declined. Being that she's tired and all."

Jax nodded, thumb and index finger rubbing his mustache in an effort to deflect his smirk. "Probably just a side effect of working on a chain-gang all day."

"Yeah. Right." Gemma drawled. "What's your excuse? Why are you here and not at the fight?"

"I'm working later tonight. Just waiting on a call." Jax shrugged his shoulders innocently.

Shaking her head, Gemma poked Jax in the chest with one ringed-finger. "Whatever's going on tonight, please just make sure she gets home in one piece, okay?" She whispered.

"Always do." Jax smiled cheekily. "Let me walk ya to your car, Mom."

Ah, shit, she knew the implications behind that shit-eating grin of his but Gemma was still helpless in resisting it. Squeezing his cheeks, she gave him a quick peck. Turning to Jolene, who was looking like the cat that swallowed the canary, she blew her a kiss and prayed that the young woman wasn't ovulating.

Poor asshole didn't stand a chance with Jolene. She was all his weaknesses rolled into one tight package. Jax didn't see it coming but he was about to fall. And hard.


An hour after returning to the Clubhouse, Jax was still sitting at the bar, nursing his second beer and watching Jolene take a fairly new hang-around for all he was worth. So far, the dumb shit was down 200 bucks and was either too drunk to care or too infatuated with Jolene to notice that she was hustling him. After finally getting rid of Gemma, he hadn't brought Jolene back to the Clubhouse with the intention of watching her play pool and Jax was starting to get annoyed.

Bette, a leggy bleach blonde croweater that looked about a decade older than her 28 years, approached Jax. Smiling coyly, she ran her acrylic-tipped fingers over his Men of Mayhem patch to get his attention, currently fixated on Jolene's denim-clad ass as she lined up another shot.

"Your beer gettin' warm, sugar? I can get you another one." She purred at Jax, her heavily made up brown eyes sporting bags and looking a little bloodshot, he noticed distastefully.

Almost as a reflex reaction, Jax flashed her a sexy grin. "Nah, I'm good, doll. That a friend of yours?" He asked, indicating the hang-around.

"Dex?" Bette started. "We were quickly approaching friends with benefits until Princess showed up here way past her bedtime." She said bitterly. Not liking her tone in reference to Jolene, Jax gave her a hard look, his eyes narrow. "Sorry." Bette quickly apologized.

"Soon as they're done with this game, get him outta here, a'ight?" Jax ordered.

"Sure thing." Bette smiled uneasily. As much of a pretty boy as Jax Teller was, he could be rather intimidating with those intense blue eyes trained on you in annoyance. He was probably just trying to protect his stepsister from Dex, the poor schmuck too new to know that Princess Morrow was off-limits without having to kick his ass.

With most of the Club in Galt for Chibs' fight and Kyle and Opie on the Unser protection run, the Clubhouse was pretty light for a Saturday night. With the exception of a few regulars and croweaters milling about, drinking beer and listening to classic rock, it was dead around here and for once, Jax was truly grateful. He had spoken to Big Otto earlier in the day and the VP was sure they wouldn't get the word from their port contact in Oakland until well after midnight. That gave him plenty of time to pinch some alone time with Jolene had she not been sucked into playing pool with this Dex moron.

Sometimes it was slightly disconcerting how much like her old man Jolene was. Aside from a hair-trigger temper, like Clay, she had a knack for the game and found it hard to pass on taking an easy mark to the cleaners. With her angelic face and tight ass used as tools of distraction, these shitheads took her skill for granted, thinking she was just another hot chick who thought she knew the game of pool. If he didn't, in some perverse way, enjoy watching Jolene wipe the floor with douchey over there, Jax would have broken up the game a long time ago. He was a sucker for a chick with tons of self-confidence and who could hold her own in such a male-dominated environment like an MC. It only made taming her where it really mattered all that much sweeter.

Seeing Jolene quickly pocket the fifty sitting on the edge of the pool table after sinking her last shot, Jax nudged his head towards Bette. The croweater quickly crossed the Clubhouse's main room to rub up on Dex, gingerly removing the pool cue from his sausage-like fingers. She was whispering what Jax knew were promises for a filthy good time and he smiled as he watched Jolene get exasperated by the fact that Bette had managed to pull Dex away from their game. Dropping her pool cue on the table, Jolene approached Jax with her arms crossed under her ample chest.

"Did you just break up my game?" Jolene accused.

"What makes you think I had anything to do with it, darlin'?" Jax questioned innocently. "Guaranteed head trumps getting your ass handed to you by a teenager every time."

"Yeah, right. You pretty much guaranteed Dex getting some by sending your little minion over to do your dirty work." She blasted him and Jax smiled. Shit, that fire in her eyes was going to get him burned. "Aw, come on. I almost had enough money to get Bobby that pricey stand mixer he's been eying."

"What?" Jax laughed with a raised eyebrow.

Jolene smiled sheepishly. "Yeah, you probably didn't need to know that." She replied as she slid onto the stool next to him. "Buy me a drink."

Jax quirked an eyebrow at her. "I thought you promised Gemma no drinking tonight."

"I also told her I was tired." She reminded him. "Help me, Jax. I'm on a lying streak and I can't seem to stop myself." Jolene pouted, forcing Jax to lick his own lips as he remembered the feel of hers wrapped around him last night.

Jax leaned towards Jolene and whispered, "I think there's a bottle of Jack in my room."

Jolene fought the smile threatening to curl her pink lips as she cocked her head to the side. "Is that all that's waiting for me in your room?"

Jax smiled, the urge to kiss her thoroughly right then and there a bit overwhelming. "Nope."

Jolene turned in her seat to casually scan the room in order to gauge whether or not they were being watched. Satisfied that those hanging around were either too drunk or too deeply involved in carnal activities of their own to notice a nuclear Apocalypse, Jolene slipped off the stool and, throwing a wink at Jax over her shoulder, headed to the dorm area in the back. Having already determined this morning that he was done fighting his feelings and that this was exactly where he wanted this thing with Jolene to go, Jax downed the remainder of his warm beer. He forced himself to wait it out at the bar for a bit, not out of fear of attracting attention but mostly to keep himself from coming across as overly eager.

Convincing himself that 90 seconds was more than enough time to make her wait, Jax jumped off the stool and swaggered his way to the back. Rounding the corner he quickly spotted her, leaning against the wall next to JT's bike, one leg crossed over the other and her hands behind her back. Unable to resist licking his lips again, Jax approached her and, grabbing Jolene a bit roughly by her slim waist, pulled her towards him. Her heart fluttering with excitement as a result of his man-handling, Jolene let out a surprised little gasp as Jax slammed his mouth on hers, immediately demanding that she let him in. Parting her lips slightly was the only incentive Jax needed as he plundered her mouth, their tongues teasing and dancing against each other.

His hands traveling from her waist to her tits in 0.2 seconds, Jolene watched, her hands braced on his broad shoulders, as his mouth traveled from her lips, nuzzled her throat, and dropped light kisses on the tops of her breasts as he pushed them up. Jolene closed her eyes, an involuntary moan escaping her lips as Jax simultaneously kissed and licked the valley between her cleavage exposed by her V-neck tee. Jax himself groaned in anticipation as he imagined what else he could slip in between those perfect mounds once he got her naked and on her back.

Jolene shuddered as Jax grazed his teeth against the flesh on the verge of spilling out of her shirt before grabbing her by the hand and leading her to his dorm. Once inside, Jax flipped the switch, flooding the room with incandescent light. He hoped she wasn't the shy type because the lights were staying on. He didn't want to miss a thing.

Suddenly feeling slightly woozy and a bit unsure of herself, Jolene crossed the room to sit on the edge of the bed and watched as Jax first slipped out of his cut and dropped it on the chair by the door. His eyes never leaving her face, Jax then pulled his white Reaper Crew t-shirt up and off, dropping it behind him on the floor. Jolene's wide green eyes raked over his golden skin pulled tight over the rippling muscles of his abs, chest, and arms. He's beautiful, she marveled. He looked like a Norse god, all sinewy muscle and with his hair of spun gold a bit tousled.

She watched, the butterflies in her stomach all aflutter, as Jax came to her. She was eye-level to his navel and the happy trail of feathery blond hair that disappeared beneath the waistband of his white boxers, his belted jeans slung low on his hips. With his fingers gently tipping her chin back, he ran his other hand through her black tresses, releasing the curls from the low ponytail she had fashioned earlier to keep her hair out of her face while playing pool.

Jax loved her hair. If he could have it his way, she'd never wear it up or pulled back again. It was thick, long, and soft and he couldn't wait to feel it brushing against his face as she bent towards him while riding his cock.

Cupping her face in his hands, Jax bent down to kiss her luscious lips as Jolene placed her hands on his bare waist. Growing more bold as he deepened their kiss, Jolene let her hands roam over the hard muscles of his stomach, the delicate caresses causing them to twitch beneath her fingers. Her hands were electrifying against his skin and wanting to feeling more of her against him, Jax pulled her up and onto her feet. Breaking their kiss, he grabbed Jolene's shirt by the hem and pulled it off, her hair tumbling down over her shoulders once again, grazing the tops of her breasts. Jax smiled. She was wearing a feminine and lacy bra in his two favorite colors, black and red. As pretty as the garment was, Jax guided her mouth back to his in effort to keep himself from ripping it right off her body. Burying one hand in her hair as he continued devouring her with his mouth, Jax ran his free hand over her breast, squeezing it gently before slipping a finger into the demi-cup and popping the creamy orb out. Dipping his head, Jax sucked the pink nipple into his mouth, forcing it into a tight bud as he pulled and nipped at it with his teeth and lips. Jolene's breathing quickened, the air leaving her lungs in short bursts as she dug her hands into his hair.

"Oh God, Jax." Jolene's voice was a breathy whisper and sounded foreign to her own ears.

Jax groaned. Holding her face in his hands, he forced her half-hooded eyes to make contact with his. "Say my name again, darlin'." He demanded, breathing heavily. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."

"Jax," Jolene moaned and for a second, her eyes fluttered closed. With her chest heaving, her light green eyes flew open once again. "I want you to make love to me, baby."

Jax searched her beautiful face as he quickly undid her button fly jeans. There was no shame, no remorse. Jolene kicked off her ankle boots and wriggled out of her pants, kicking them to the side as well. With a wolfish grin that spoke volumes, mainly telling her that he was going to fuck her senseless, Jax undid the front snaps of her bra, her ridiculously perfect tits falling into his hands.

Letting his mouth find hers again, Jax squeezed her bare breast with one hand while the other stealthily pushed past the lacy material of her thong. Jolene gasped against his mouth as he kissed her softly while slowly stroking two fingers against the cleft between her legs. She was slick and moist, aroused. Jax growled as he kissed her hungrily, slipping one, then two fingers in, mimicking the slow and steady movement he would soon use to torture them both with. She was tight around his fingers and losing himself in her, he pushed a little deeper. Jolene gasped again, but this time there was a touch of pain in the sound that escaped her lips. Jax stopped, his eyes narrowed with concern as he realized he had hit a barrier.

"Jolene," He started after swallowing the lump that had suddenly formed at the back of his throat but she was shaking her head, holding his face in her hands.

"Don't stop, please." She begged, peppering kisses on his cheeks, the tip of his nose, and ending with his mouth. It had taken them so long to get to this point, he couldn't stop now.

He grabbed her hands, bringing them to his lips. His heart was pounding against his ribcage. She's a virgin, the words bounced around his skull, almost refusing to register.

As much as he had enjoyed the company of women throughout his life, Jax had only ever been someone's first once. He touched his forehead to Jolene's and closed his eyes.

"Take up with Jolene, you better be damn sure you're ready for the real thing again, Jax because breaking her heart for shits and giggles is not an option." Gemma's words from this morning echoed in his head.

Jax pulled himself away from her. Jolene was looking up at him with wide, doe eyes, waiting for him to make the next move. If he could kick his own ass, he would. The way she was looking at him made her seem vulnerable and young.

Too young.

"You should have said something, darlin'." Jax almost whispered as he ran his hand through his hair.

"Why, Jax?" She asked quietly as she wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly feeling self-conscious. "Does my lack of experience make a difference? Does it turn you off?"

Running his hand over his face and down the whiskers on his chin, Jax took a step back, his eyes raking over her face and down her beautiful body. Standing before him, wearing nothing but a matching black and red thong and with the memory of last night still vivid in his mind, Jolene looked anything but innocent. She was womanly and ready for him.

He was ready for her.

Showing as much common sense and self-control as he had in Oakland, Jax closed the gap between them, pulling her towards him by the back of her neck, his mouth crashing into hers. He could feel Jolene's chest rise and fall with excitement against him, her hands searing themselves into his flesh as she ran her hands over the Reaper on his back.

Breaking from their kiss, Jax ran his hands through her tousled mane as he looked into her eyes. She was smoldering, on fire for him. Jolene wanted him as much as he wanted her. Grabbing one of his hands, she gently kissed his palm, never breaking contact with his eyes, and brought his hand back to her breast, then the other. Her full roundness weighing heavy in his slightly calloused hands, Jolene let out her quick intake of breath as a soft moan as his thumbs grazed her taut, slightly upraised nipples. Running his hands down to her waist, Jax picked her up, bringing her into his arms, her legs coiling themselves around his waist. She was wet and moist against his navel, her scent driving him crazy. He was kissing her again, her hands balled up in his hair. Putting one denim-clad knee on the bed and then the other, Jax laid her down, gently dislodging her arms from around his neck and then pinning them against the pillows above her head.

Dipping his head, he kissed her hair, inhaling the scent of her raspberry and vanilla shampoo, her face, finally falling on her mouth again. Letting go of her wrists, he ran his hands down her sides, cupping and squeezing her breasts. Jolene buried her hands in his hair, running them down his shoulders but Jax grabbed her and once again pinned her hands above her head. He needed to move slow and feeling her hands caressing him softly and lovingly might prove too much for him to bear. Trailing kisses down her neck and further, he lavished one beautiful tit with his tongue, taking his time to suck on the nipple, and then the other. Jolene was writhing beneath him, her hips instinctively bucking towards him. Continuing down to her flat tummy, he circled her navel with his tongue, dipping it in once and causing Jolene to shudder as her golden skin dimpled all the way to her toes.

Curling one finger into the waistband of her thong, Jax pulled it down, over her hips, and pushing them further until they were around her ankles. Freeing one foot from her underwear, Jolene lifted her other leg and flung the thong hanging from her ankle clear across the room, landing on the dresser by the door. Smiling at her impatience, and remarkably good aim, Jax ran his hands up her legs to her knees. Pushing them apart, Jax made room for himself to lay prone on his stomach between her legs, opening her up to him.

"Oh God!" Jolene cried out, feeling her face grow warm as the whiskers on his chin tickled her inner thigh as he ran his finger along her slit, breaking through the folds and dancing over her clit. "Jax!" She moaned as he made direct contact with the source of the ache she has had to endure since last night. Jax growled and nuzzled her pussy, loving the sound of Jolene moaning his name. He licked and sucked the little nub, driving her mad as she felt the sheets beneath her get wet. Then she felt his fingers, and gasped as one entered her. Jolene shuddered as he stroked and licked, getting her ready for him.

"Jax, please." She begged, almost at the brink of something new and amazing as Jax coaxed her to cum. And she did, nearly taking him with her even though his dick was still in his pants.

"Fuck!" Jax cursed, losing patience with himself. He pushed himself up and off the bed, kicking off his shoes and ripping off his jeans and boxers.

"I need you, Jax." She grabbed and squeezed her breasts, feeling at a loss without his touch. He was hard, engorged and about to lose his mind, and he couldn't get the rubber on fast enough. "I need you inside me!" Jolene pleaded, reaching for him as he climbed onto the bed over her. Kissing her hard and deep, she gasped as she felt his tip at her entrance. Jolene stopped breathing, bracing herself.

"Breathe, baby," Jax whispered against her lips as he ran a hand over her hair. "Relax." He didn't want to hurt her but oh God, he was going to hurt her.

Suddenly, he filled her to capacity. She bit her lip to keep from whimpering. He had entered slowly but she still felt the searing pain. He was too big for her impossibly small hole but he had wanted in, needed to get in.

Jolene looked up at him, a lone tear falling from the corner of one eye. He stopped all movement and she could see the pain in his eyes, not physical, but empathetic pain for what he was putting her through.

Jolene smiled, her hands gently stroking the frown off his face and, pulling him towards her, she kissed him, encouraging him not to stop, to go on. He did, doing what they both had been waiting for. He pushed into her, filling her up in a way she has never felt before. Jolene gasped and Jax waited, even though it was killing him, for her to grow accustomed to the intrusion. Then he started again, pushing in deeper, and pulling out. He was going slow but soon, it wasn't enough for either of them.

"Harder?" He asked, almost breathless.

Looking him in the eye as she cradled his face, Jolene nodded. "Please, baby. Faster!"

He grunted, and he did as she commanded. Bucking his hips harder, faster, he filled her up. He would shove himself deep, then pull out all but the tip, only to plunge himself deeper than before, over and over. Needing to feel him even closer, Jolene wrapped her legs tightly around his lean waist, her eyes drifting half-closed as she relished the feel of Jax between her legs, pounding into her. She was starting to feel something again.

"Oh God, Jax," She moaned, arching her back, almost at the brink of tears. Jolene could not live without him, she had always known that. Now, she could not live without being with him like this.

Jax's breathing quickened as he fought for control of a different kind. He was no longer fighting with himself for wanting this for so long, for wanting Jolene pinned under him and moaning his name. They were close, and when it hit them, they came almost simultaneously, Jolene calling for Jax as he buried his face in her neck and groaned until he was done.

Exhausted, physically as well as mentally, Jax pulled out and gently rolled onto his back. Pulling her towards him, Jolene wiggled closer into Jax's embrace, his arms around her and her head resting on his shoulder. Closing his eyes, Jax could no longer feel that empty, black void weighing him down. He smiled to himself as he pressed his lips to her forehead.

Yes. Jax was damn sure he was ready for the real thing again.