"Lennon! Whoa darlin', what's wrong?" Jax caught me by the arm as I stormed into the clubhouse with the bar in my sights. I shook him off and stared into his blue eyes.
"Sorry, Jax. I'd go to another bar but I'm broke and can't get a job as a fucking waitress so I need free liquor." I explained over my shoulder. I heard him sigh and he joined me at the bar as the croweater from earlier poured me a Jack and Coke in a full sized glass.
"It's an open bar for family, Lennon, you know that. I'm pretty sure my Mom needs help in the office if you're interested. You don't have to stop looking for something else, but it would help both of you in the mean time." Jax offered with a smile. I scrunched my nose and swallowed my liquor heavy drink.
"I'll talk to her about it tomorrow morning. Thanks, Jax." I smiled before finishing my drink off and leaning back. He nodded and stood up, taking my hand and pulling me along behind him.
"I found something while you went down to the diner." Jax explained as we walked into his apartment-like dorm. I nodded and waited to see what he wanted to show me. Jax opened the top drawer of a desk and pulled out a picture. He smiled down at it before passing it over to me. My breath caught as I looked down at a much younger Jax and I on his bike.
To anyone else, it would seem like a picture of two friends on a Harley Davidson. To me, it was a picture that was taken on the day Jax and I hooked up for the last time. We were never serious about one another and had kept things at a strictly physical level. I couldn't remember how many times Jax had come to me when he was dating Tara, but it was more often than when they were on one of their numerous breaks.
"Jesus Christ, Jax. Do you even know how long ago this was?" I smiled at his nineteen-year-old smile in front of my seventeen year old tongue sticking out at the camera. He walked over to me and looked down at the picture.
"Yeah, two-kids and a ten year stint ago." Jax said with a half smile. I looked over at him and nodded. He took the photo and put it down on the dresser behind me before cupping my face in his hands. I sucked my bottom lip in and looked into his eyes. It had been so long since I felt someone touch me like that.
"Jax, you're married with two beautiful boys and a doctor wife. What are you doing?" I searched his eyes for some type of explanation for what he was starting. His answer came in the form of a deep kiss that warmed the blood running through my body. I moaned and welcomed his tongue into my mouth.
"You're beautiful, Lennon. We both need this, darlin'." He kissed me again and I felt myself make a bad decision. He was right about one thing, I needed it after a decade of feeling nothing but my own fingers. If it were ever mentioned, I would just blame it on low alcohol tolerance.
Jax ran his hands under my t-shirt and pushed it up and over my head. I bit my lip as his eyes fell on the scar on my stomach where I'd been stabbed over commissary nearly five years ago. It was just below my ribs and close to four inches long, so I know he didn't miss it. He ran his thumb over the raised skin before leading me over to the bed.
My back hit the mattress and my body took over for my mind. Jax peppered my neck with kisses as I undid the clasp to my bra and tossed it off onto the floor. His attention moved to my peaked nipples as my fingers twisted in his hair.
"You don't understand how good that feels." I moaned as his mouth sucked on my tit. He pulled away with his signature smile in place and shrugged his cut to the floor. I took the opportunity to toe my boots off as he removed his t-shirt.
"I got it." He growled as I started to undo my belt and jeans. I smirked and propped up on my elbows to watch as he pulled my jeans and thong off of my body. His mouth twisted into a cocky smile as his hands ran up my legs and towards my aching mound.
"Please, Jax. I need your mouth or your cock, not your hands." I was only being honest, which was an important part of our previous non-relationship. He chuckled and nodded before pushing his jeans and boxers off. Just seeing his twitching member almost sent me over the edge. I waited impatiently as he grabbed a condom and rolled it over his considerable length.
He ran the head of his dick between my folds and teased my clit before finally entering me slowly. I grabbed fists full of sheets and gritted my teeth at the almost painful stretching my body had to do to accommodate him.
"Fuck, Lennon. You're tighter than a fuckin' virgin darlin'." He was breathing heavily as he rocked in and out of me at a steady pace. I lifted my hips and felt him even deeper inside of me.
"You would know, Jax." I smirked until he slammed into me. I had to bite my bottom lip to keep from yelping with pleasure and pain. He hadn't been inside of me for more than five minutes when my orgasm exploded around him. I felt him even more as my walls pulsed around his cock. I was panting by the end of the minute long fireworks.
"Jesus Christ." Jax moaned as my vice loosened its grip around him. He picked up the pace and the room filled with the sound of skin slapping into skin. I pushed myself up just enough to pull his neck down close enough for me to kiss him. I braced myself with one hand on the bed and my other arm wrapped around his neck.
Another orgasm hit me by surprise and even harder than the first one. I moaned into Jax's mouth as he panted and growled into mine. I closed my eyes and let my body relax and ride out the latest orgasm as Jax did the same.
"This can't be a thing, Jax." I walked out of the bathroom and stepped into my jeans as he dried himself off with a towel. His eyes didn't meet mine and he turned his back to me as he pulled his boxers and jeans up. The rockers and reaper on his back made me grin. I had been there when he and Opie had first gotten the outline of Mr. Mayhem and rockers done. The reapers weren't finished until after I was gone.
"I know, Lennon. It was worth it even if it was the last time." Jax said with a grin as he tossed my bra over to me. I chuckled and nodded in complete agreement. I knew it was a shitty thing to do and had no intentions on doing it again, but I'd be a liar if I said I didn't love it.
I ran my hands over my hair to smooth the friction damage away and walked out of the room. It was painfully clear that I would be feeling that in the morning. The clubhouse was fairly empty besides Happy and Juice who were sitting at the bar down towards the door. Juice gave me his normal smile where Happy gave me a funny look. I knew there was no way they could have heard us from here, but the look on his face told me he knew something.
"I think Opie is ready to set that car on fire." Juice said with a laugh as I sat down a few seats away. I laughed and nodded, not surprised to hear that the breakdown was fatal for the car. On the bright side, I could always get an old bike for pretty cheap until I could afford a car.
"Gemma won't hesitate to kill you all if you're late tonight." Jax informed us all as he swaggered his way towards the door. Juice laughed and nodded his head as he followed Jax outside. Happy didn't move and continued to give me a look every so often. I finished the beer off and expertly tossed it in the glass recycle bin behind the bar.
"Do you want to say something?" I asked the intimidating biker as I stood up. He flicked his eyes over to me and smirked.
"You don't have to be a home wrecker to get off, pretty girl." He rose to tower over me and I swallowed at the sexy yet scary rasp in his voice. I narrowed my eyes at him despite my nervousness.
"He's a grown man, Happy." I wasn't about to let anyone accuse me of being a home wrecker when it was Jax that had approached me. Happy nodded and pushed a toothpick across his lips with his tongue.
"Sure, pretty girl." He looked me up and down quickly before turning away and following in the footsteps of Juice and Jax. I rolled my eyes at his leather covered back and shook my head before going out to see if the car had been converted into a barbecue yet.
"Come here you little shit!" Gemma called as I walked inside of the house I'd been in so many times as a kid. The furniture had changed over the years but it still screamed SAMCRO queen. I paused at the thought and realized that if Jax was president now, that technically made Tara the queen.
"Hey, Gem! You want to share that fountain of youth you shower in?" I teased as we met in a hug. She honestly didn't look much older than she had a decade ago. Gemma kissed my cheek before pushing me out to arm's length.
"Sweetheart, you are all woman now. I bet all the butches wanted their hands on that rack." Gemma said with a laugh and a wink. I looked down at my boobs and shrugged. They were around a D cup, but I never really had to deal with the butches in the open housing dorms since I was off in my 6x8.
"They wish. It smells like I've died and gone to heaven, Gem. I would have been happy with take-out." I laughed and looked at the spread of food Tara and Lyla were sitting out on the long dining table. Gemma waved my comment off as nonsense and led me into the kitchen.
"Jax didn't know what kind of cake you liked so I made a chocolate one and a strawberry one." Gemma explained as she pointed at the two bakery worthy cakes on the counter. Happy shot me an amused smirk as he grabbed a couple beers out of the refrigerator. He offered me the first one he opened.
"Thanks." I muttered as his expression neutralized. The Jack and Coke from earlier was starting to wear off and I needed liquid courage if I was going to get through the night.
"My pleasure." He growled quietly as he brushed by me to get back out to the porch where his brothers were standing around talking and drinking. Gemma was looking inside the oven and had missed our interaction, thank goodness.
"Bobby Elvis!" I called as the burly man with wild hair walked in through the front door. He smiled brightly at me and hurried to hug me in a bear hug. I kissed his cheek and smiled.
"Lennon! You look great, sweetheart." I took a step back and hitched a modest shoulder. Bobby was one of my favorite Sons of my father's generation. He always tolerated my questions when I was little and was a good ear to bend as I grew older.
The whole family settled down around the large oak table as Gemma called us to dinner. I had thought being back around so many different personalities and men would have overwhelmed me, but I was fairly relaxed. I sat between Bobby and Tig as Gemma made her announcement and welcomed me home.
"You went through with all the school and got your white coat, I hear." I smiled over at Tara as she tried to get Abel to eat green beans. She gave up and put the fork down before looking over at me and nodding with a grin.
"Finally! I'm more the club's doctor than anything right now. My hand still isn't fully healed from an accident a year or so ago." She shrugged and gave Jax a little smile. I nodded and twisted the ring on my thumb, wondering what else I could really say to that. I had no delusions or desires to be with Jax, but I couldn't help feeling inferior to Tara as I sat across from her with no money or job to my name.
"Kiki and I are going to the gym in the morning, Lennon. You should come with us." Lyla said as Kenny and Piper pushed away from the table and ran back outside to play. I followed them with my eyes as I nodded.
"Sounds good as long as you don't mind giving me a ride. Opie decided the car was a better grill than it was transportation." I narrowed my eyes at him as he shrugged. He had set the car on fire just to watch it burn for a couple minutes before ordering a prospect to put it out with an extinguisher.
"You can't tell me it's not fun to play with fire. That piece of shit wasn't even worth scrapping." Opie grumbled as Lyla shot him a look. I noticed Happy smirking at my brother's choice of words and wanted to reach around Bobby and smack the look off his face. Jax laughed and leaned back in his chair at the head of the table.
"Time for cake!" Gemma announced after we had finished clearing the table off and let our food digest over jokes and stories about what I had missed. I smiled and took the chocolate piece Jax passed me over the counter. Ellie and Kenny ran by me and knocked my arm up, dumping the cake right on my shirt.
"Shit." I said with a laugh as Ellie stopped and blushed deeply. I kissed the top of her head and smiled. "It's okay, Ellie. We'll blame it on your brother."
She still looked a little ashamed after my wink, but at least she knew I wasn't mad. I headed down to the bathroom to try and get the icing off of my shirt. Happy was walking out just as I got to the door. He glanced down at my chest and smiled.
"Need some help, pretty girl?" He was leaning in the doorway so I couldn't get into the bathroom. I rolled my eyes and moved to push by him. He blocked my path again and laughed darkly.
"Are you always an asshole or am I just special?" I growled as he finally stepped aside and let me in. He leaned against the counter and watched me as I dabbed water on the chocolate icing. His presence and judgmental comment from earlier in the day pissed me off.
"Trust me, pretty girl. You aren't special." He rasped before walking out of the bathroom and leaving me alone to glare after him. If he wasn't so damn infuriating, he could actually be attractive in a psychotic kind of way.
Just a reminder, this is a Jax/Tara pairing but I can't promise that Lennon doesn't make bad decisions. :) Reviews are like candy without the calories so please send them my way!