A/N-
I'm nervous about this chapter, hope everyone likes it!
Big shout out and hugs for Lauren (Bad Company) for putting up with me and my ideas while on vacation.
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Warning; if you don't like swearing and smut you really shouldn't be reading this story, or really any story that has to do with SOA.
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*~* Chapter 4 *~*
I wake up groaning as soon as I open my eyes, the sun shining brightly in my face. Quickly closing my eyes I try to go back to sleep, tossing, turning, and fighting to get comfortable enough. Discovering that more sleep is a lost cause, I turn my back to the window and open my eyes, and stare at the wall.
I know I wasn't myself last night. I just sat there taking in the fact that I have my life back. I didn't even really talk to anyone and then I passed out. Today's gonna be different, no dwelling on shit. I vow to my self and decide to start my day.
When I sit up I see that I'm still in Jax's old shirt. Standing up I trip over my jeans that I vaguely remember fighting to pull off in the night. After making a quick trip to the bathroom, I go straight for the closet, to see everything that Gemma bought for me.
"Jesus she thought of every-fuckin-thing!" I say as soon as I open the doors. Then I start looking though all of the clothes. There are dresses that look form fitting and sexy, and then there are dresses that look girlie and cute. Jeans of different shades, and styles, some with rips and tares, others faded with design. Shirts that are flirty, yet appropriate for a business setting. Skirts some ruffled some flared. I see shorts, and capri's, tank tops and cami's. All these clothes in every color you could possibly imagine.
She remembered, I think surprised while running my fingertips over a polka dotted item.
I move to kneel down in the closet, when I notice that there are a bunch of shoe boxes there. Opening the boxes I find various styles of stilettos, in boot form or regular high heels. There are even a few pairs of cute flats. As well as a medium-large sized black leather purse with a metal chain connecting for straps. I'm shocked
I'm not shocked and surprised that she got me more clothes and shoes than are necessary, that's just Gemma. It's because of how on the spot she is with my style. Never one to fit in a certain box, I'm always switching my style up; tomboy one day, the next cute and innocent, the day after that kind sexy and sassy. I don't see one single thing in here I wouldn't wear.
Moving to the dresser I see that, although she said she didn't buy me any, there are more than enough sets of bras and panties. I smile knowing she just wanted an excuse to go shopping with me. Wondering if she went over board with anything else, I move to the bathroom closet.
Actually paying attention when I open the door this time, I just shake my head. I see a curling iron, hair straightener, and blow-dryer that are all new. But I don't know how I missed all the hair accessories. There's everything from ouchless hair ties, to fake flower hair clips and different color headbands. I decide its time that I put some of these things to use, and take a shower.
When I walk out of my bathroom, drying my hair with a towel, I see a note on my bed stand, so I walk over and pick it up.
'Breakfast? Lunch? Call me and I'll pick you up'- Juice
There's an arrow drawn on the paper pointing to my cell phone. I smile, He's such a dork I think while picking my cell up. I flip through the address book, after finding Juice's number hit send, it rings but there is no answer, I'm shutting the phone when I see that its 2:30 in the afternoon.
"Shit!" I say going down the hall in search of Gemma, I quickly find that she's not here. So flipping back through my contacts I find her number and hit send.
She answers, "Hey Mac," I cut her off.
"Gemma, why didn't you wake me up?"
"I would have, but I knew you could use the sleep." she pauses to take a drag of her cigarette. "We can go shopping in the next couple of days. But right now I'm on my way to pick you up so we can get pampered before the party tonight."
"I just got out of the shower I'm not even dressed yet, wait did you say pampered?"
"Just throw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, you won't be wearing it for long, the party's after our boys get done with church, maybe 10ish."
"Ok," I say pulling on a pair of khaki capri's. "You talk to any of the guys today?"
"Yeah, some club shit came up, though so their a little busy. I'll see you in a minute" she says and hangs up.
As I'm pulling on a black tank top I hear her come into the house. I run a brush through my hair, then take a pair of black pumps out of their box and slip them on my feet, grab my cell phone, and head down the stairs.
"Why are you rushin?"
"It's been a long time since I've been pampered." I say with excitement.
She nods, looking me over closely. "That's why I set it up so all the treatments would be available for you to choose from."
"Wait I thought we were just getting mani's and pedi's." I say confused
"Nope I set us up for a little spa visit. Figured you could use a good massage."
"Your gonna spoil me with all this shit, you know that right?"
"Honey I thought we would never get to see you again except visiting in that damn room, while you were chained. You went with nothing for 6 years, so when I see something I think you'd like I'm getting it for you." She firmly says to me.
"Ok, so we leavin anytime soon or what?"
"Depends, you eat anything today?" I bite my lip and shake my head no. "Didn't think so, you go find something in the kitchen, while I run upstairs."
I head into the kitchen, make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and grab a glass of milk. Just when I'm finished with my lunch, Gemma comes in.
"Ok you ready?" I nod walking to the door, then get in the car. When she pulls out of the drive way, she says.
"You seem better," when I go to speak she holds her hand up. "Yesterday was hard, we all know that, it's understandable. I'm just saying that I'm glad you're more at ease."
I look over at her and say "I just wanna move as much of that shit behind me as I can. I'm trying to live in the day, just go where it takes me ya know?"
She nods and goes to speak when her cell phone rings. I motion for her to answer it. While she talks to Luann, I stare out the window watching as we pass the 'Welcome to Charming' sign.
"So you talk to Juice yet?" she says a few minutes after hanging up the phone.
I sigh, "No, I called him but he didn't answer."
"Did you want him to?" When all I do is shrug, she says. "You leave a message?"
"I'll see him at the party tonight." I say with a shrug.
After driving for a little while we pull up to a two-story house that is surrounded with plants, and has a sign proclaiming 'Carriage House Spa' Once Gemma parks I move to get out of the car but she stops me.
"You're not the least bit interested in him are you?"
I shake my head "No, I…." I pause and take a deep breath. "We're friends ya know?" she nods at me. "Juice is great," I start playing with my hair. "He's sweet and cute, and a good kisser and we always have fun when we hang out. It's just… it's just not there." I bite my lip, not willing to continue.
Gemma reaches over and pats my leg. "It's just that there's no spark." She finishes for me.
I scoff while nodding, "Exactly but it sounds so fuckin cheesy."
"Honey it may sound cheesy, but that doesn't mean it's not true. Think of a relationship like a fire." She pulls her lighter and a cigarette out, demonstrating as she says, "If the spark doesn't catch, then there's no flame and you'll be left out in the cold with nothing." She waves her unlit cigarette at me. "But when the spark catches, and flames ignite, the heat that comes with them will slowly consume you." She says lighting her cigarette, inhaling and gets out of the car.
I follow her out of the car and say, "Why didn't you just say 'if there's no spark then the sex isn't that good'?" I say and we both laugh while walking up the path to the door of the spa.
We stop by the entrance while Gemma finishes her cigarette, and I stare at the spa. Just the outside is peaceful, with all the trees, and flowers, there's even a well in the front yard. It makes me twitch with need for my sketch pad.
"Now do you wanna go in," she motions at the door, then at the well. "Or do you wanna stand out here staring at nature and shit all day?"
I scoff and walk past her, "I'm gonna go get pampered." Looking over my shoulder at her, "You comin in or staring at nature and shit?"
"Cheeky little bitch." She says when she reaches me and laughs.
A little after 6, we emerge feeling rejuvenated. The salt rub, body wraps and massages having completely relaxed us. The facial, manicure and pedicure didn't hurt either. Once we get in the car I turn to Gemma, and say.
"That was fucking amazing. Feel free to pamper me when ever you want."
"I do," she says "we should stop and get some dinner." I nod. We make our way into Lodi, and stop at a diner. Sitting down at our table we look over our menus in silence for a minute.
"Gem I really love all the clothes and shoes you got me." I say grateful.
"I'm glad." She says as the waitress comes over to take our orders, after she leaves I take my cell phone out of my pocket and put it on the table.
"You not like the purse though?" when I give her a quizzical look she nods to my cell phone.
"The purse is great, I just don't have anything to put in it yet." I say, and pick the phone up to play with.
"Do you think I could get my old job back at the garage?" I ask.
"I'm counting on it. The office is a mess and it's hard to find good help." She shoots a wink at me.
"I'll start on Monday." I say with a smile
"You know you can wait a while longer if you want." She says as the waitress brings us our food.
"And what, sit around the house alone all day? I want to be back in the thick of it with everyone." She nods at me in understanding as we start eating our food. After we finished our dinner we head back to Charming.
Once back at the house Gemma and I split up to get ready. When I get to my room I immediately head to the closet in search of what to wear tonight. After flipping through the hangers for a little bit I finally choose a dress. And try it on to see if I want to wear it tonight.
Perfect, I've got a good feelin about tonight, I think when I look in the mirror, and do a little twirl to check myself out.
The dress is short, like upper thigh barely covers my ass short. It's white, with a scoop neckline that has a necklace attached and clings to my every curve. Except for the sleeves, their loose and when I lift my arms they flare out like wings.
Going back over to my closet I grab a pair of white sling back heels with black above the open toe. Moving into the bathroom I stare at my hair, after debating with my self I decide to leave it down as it is but curl the ends a little bit.
"Damn sweetheart, your father will not be in a good mood tonight." I turn to face Gemma
"What? What happened?" I say starting to panic.
She just waves it off. "Honey you're smokin hot, and you know how your dad gets."
"He will just have to deal with it, I ain't changing." I say as I lift my chin.
"I'm not telling you to. You're young you wear whatever you want, but tonight is gonna be interesting." She says smiling at me.
"I have a really good feeling about tonight actually." I say smiling back at her. "Can we leave for the clubhouse now?"
She looks at her watch, "Well its quarter after 8, and everyone isn't set to be there until after 10."
"You know I don't give a shit about anyone else being there except for you and the guys."
"Yeah, we could head over now, get a drink before everyone arrives." Gemma says while
I nod and start moving around my room with my purse in hand.
"What are you doing?" she asks me
"I'm putting anything I'll need in the morning in my bag. I plan on getting fucked up tonight." I say picking up a bottle of aspirin and throwing it in my purse. "Bra, panties, sketch pad, pencils, aspirin, tooth brush and tooth paste, Ipod, hair tie…. What am I forgetting?"
"You got your cell phone?" she asks
"Yupp, well it doesn't matter lets just go." She nods and I follow her out of the house to her car, then we head to Teller-Morrow.
As soon as Gemma parks, I get out of the car and head to the clubhouse. When I open the door the smell of cigarettes, alcohol and man hits me in the face, and all I can do is smile. Not big on change these guys. I think while looking around, it smells and looks the same as it always has, except the pool table looks kind of new.
There's no one around which is surprising, and the chapel door is wide open. Must be in the garage, I think while I walk over to the bar. I turn around to ask Gemma what she wants to drink but she's not there. I shrug and put my purse down on a stool and sit next to it, and pour myself a glass of Jack, Ahh it burns so good.
The silence starts to creep me out so I get up to put some music on. I see that there is something else new here after all, instead of an old stereo there's a full on sound system that has an Ipod dock. I put my Ipod in, and pick the first song on the list without even looking.
It takes a minute to connect with the speakers and by the time it does, I'm just about to sit down. The music is so loud that when 'Addicted to Love' by Robert Palmer starts I jump and knock my purse on the floor, spilling all the contents all over the place, and see the aspirin bottle break open.
Crouching down to pick my stuff up I move my body to the music and sing along. When I turn to get the items that fell behind me, I smack my head into something very solid.
"Motherfucker!" I say, as I almost fall over. I grab on to the solid object, only to realize it's not an object but a pair of jean clad legs. I open my eyes, and blink seeing that I'm face to crotch with who ever this is.
"I don't do red heads." I hear a deep, raspy voice rumble at me.
I shiver, damn that's the sexiest voice I've ever heard.
Slowly looking up his long legs, I see tattoo covered arms, attached to a tall body that is muscular but not heavily so. I notice his cut says Tacoma, and keep looking until I reach his face. I see smooth tan skin and full lips that I instantly want to lick, suck and bite. I bite my own lip to keep from lunging at his, and take in the rest of his face but freeze as my blue eyes meet his dark brown ones.
I can't seem to look away and he doesn't seem to be able to either. This is one badass motherfucker, I think to myself. I can actually feel the waves of raw power wash over me. He's like lightening in a bottle, gorgeous, rough, and dangerous.
I hear a door open somewhere and he blinks breaking eye contact with me. Then I hear that sexy voice again.
"I said I don't do red heads." This time it actually registers what he said.
Pissed off, I slowly pull my body up along side his, just barely brushing against him, and set my purse on the bar. He narrows his eyes at me.
"You don't belong here." He says. Oh the things I would love to hear that voice say to me. I shake myself out of it and scoff at him
"I'd say you're the one that doesn't belong here Sweetie." And tap his patch that says 'Tacoma'. I turn to walk away and he grabs my arm.
"What were you doin in here?" he asks.
But I'm too shocked to answer him, over here just grabbed me unexpectedly and I didn't even flinch.
Clearly frustrated that I didn't answer him, he pulls me into him and says, "Answer me Strawberry, what were you doin in here?"
"Strawberry?" I ask, but he doesn't say anything just keeps staring at me. "I was just getting a drink, Cupcake." I say with a smile.
"Don't call me Cupcake." He growls at me while tighten his hold on my arm.
I smirk and am about to reply when an arm drapes across my shoulders. But I don't take my eyes off Cupcake.
"Why, what's wrong with Cupcake? You want me to call you cookie instead?" Before he has time to do more than growl at me, I hear.
"Hey love, yer early." Chibs says and starts rubbing my arm above where it's being held, when Cupcake doesn't let me go.
"Yeah, I needed a drink." I say staring straight at Cupcake. "Still do actually."
"You were going though shit when I came in." Cupcake says.
"I turned on some music, fuckin sue me already!" I say glaring at Cupcake.
"What's the lady drinkin?" I hear some guy say. I don't say anything and hear Chibs and this mystery guy talk to each other.
Cupcake still has a strong grip on me and it's making it hard for me to focus on anything other than how amazing his hands would feel all over my body. Or ripping my clothes off, I shudder and he notices.
He cocks his eyebrow, smirks and leans in close to me and says, "I told you I don't do red heads."
Fuck he smells fantastic, like cinnamon and leather. I think, and then notice that I'm leaning into him, I pull back. "Really then why do you keep touchin me Cupcake?" I say nodding towards his hand.
He frowns when he sees that he's still holding on to me, but doesn't say anything just drops his hand. I immediately regret bringing it up, but decide to keep fucking with him for being an asshole.
I cock my head to the side and slowly look him up and down, while biting my lip I think, To bad he lives in Tacoma, he looks like fun. Leaning in close, so that our faces are only inches apart I say, "It's for the best, I don't think you could handle me, Cupcake."
I smirk, grab my purse and start to walk away when I hear mystery guy say, "Damn I think I'm in love."
Just as I get out the door, I see Gemma and my Dad coming over from the garage. Gemma gives me a questioning look and I just shake my head and laugh. My laugh's a little breathless, from Cupcake being so goddamn sexy. And she narrows her eyes at me, but I just shake my head.
"Mackenzi, what the fuck are you wearing?" I snap my head in my Dad's direction, and give him an innocent look.
"Daddy," he cuts me off.
"Don't try that sweet shit on me. You can't wear shit like that with all these fuckin guys around."
I quirk an eyebrow. "Why the fuck not? What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"
"Well it's to fuckin tight," he says pointing at my dress. "It barely covers your ass and your…" he points at my chest.
"My what, Dad? My tits? What about 'em?" I say looking down. "Their covered, you can't see threw the dress, what's the problem?"
"You know damn well what the problem is." He says.
"Guys will look at her no matter what she's wearin, Clay." Gemma says.
Just then Juice, Tig, and Jax come walking over. Tig whistles and Juice's jaw drops.
"What the fuck are you wearin?" Jax says.
"It's called a fuckin dress, asshole!" I say and walk back to the clubhouse, hoping to avoid getting in a bad mood.
Once back inside I see Chibs talking to some guy with blonde hair by the couch, and Opie, Piney and Bobby sitting around a table. I don't see Cupcake and it makes me frown. I head straight for the bar, grab the Jack and take a big swig from the bottle.
"Isn't that a lot for you to drink?" I whip my head around to the sexiest voice ever spoken, and just stare at him. He's leaning against the bar maybe four feet away from me.
"Stalkin me now Cupcake?" I ask and take another drink from the bottle of Jack.
"Keep drinkin like that and you'll be passed out on the floor soon." He says completely ignoring my question.
"It's so sweet of you to be worried about me Cupcake, but what makes you think I'll be passing out anytime soon?"
"Your small." is all he says
I stand up and motion down my body and cock my eyebrow, "I'm not small, Do I look small to you?" I ask and turn around in a slow circle.
"Yeah you do Strawberry." Just when I'm about to ask him about calling me strawberry my dad comes in.
"Get your asses in the chapel, we got a party taking place here soon." And with that all the guys go in the chapel and shut the door. Gemma comes over to me.
"I talked to your Dad and Jax, told them to let you have tonight."
"Thanks Gem." I say dancing in my seat to the music from my Ipod, which thanks to Juice got a shit load of music put on it. When "La Grange" from ZZ Top comes on I jump out of my seat, still holding the bottle of Jack and start dancing, I motion for Gemma to come join me but she just shakes her head no. I shrug and get lost in a one girl-one bottle of Jack dance party.
"What the fuck?" I shout sometime later, when someone shuts the music off, I turn and see my Dad by my Ipod, and all the guys standing there looking at me. "I was listening to that!"
"Yeah, yeah .Mac this is Kozik and Happy from the Tacoma Charter, their staying here for a few days." He says pointing first at the blonde guy from earlier, and then Cupcake. "Hap, Koz, this is my daughter Mackenzi," he gestures at me then turns and looks at all the guys. "Keep your dicks away from her, I mean it, all of you." He says glaring extra hard at Juice.
I'm watching Cupcake, err Happy the whole time and he's watching me. When my dad introduces me as his daughter, Happy cocks his head to the side with a look of surprise on his face, but it's only there for a second. When my dad glares at Juice, I see Happy narrow his eyes.
"Hey, just call me Mac." I say with a little wave. "Dad, what the fuck? How can we party without any of their dicks getting near me?" I go for mock seriousness but just end up laughing.
"Mac I'm serious."
I just roll my eyes, "Can you turn the music back on then?"
When he does, I go back to dancing. I act like I'm not paying attention to anyone, but I'm fixated on Happy. He is so a cupcake, I think to myself, delicious and tempting, I just wanna lick him.
After dancing for a while I go over to Bobby, "Did you bring me some weed like I asked?"
"Of course I did." He puts his hand in his pocket and pulls out a joint, and hands it to me.
"Thanks Bobby" I say and kiss him on the cheek. I look around the room for my Happy fix, but don't see him. So I decide to just go outside to smoke in peace, and get my fix later.
I walk out the clubhouse door into the cool night air, and head towards the picnic table, hidden near the side of the garage. When I sit down on the top of the table I realize I don't have a lighter, so I sigh and lay down across the table and look up at the stars, rolling the joint lightly between my fingers.
"Need a light?" I jump when I hear Happy's voice break the silence.
I look over to see him leaning against the side of the garage drinking a beer. How the hell did I miss him standing there?
"What are you doin out here Cupcake?" I ask as he moves closer to me.
"Just getting some air." He says holding the lighter up, I put the joint in my mouth and inhale, holding it in for a minute then blowing it out.
I take another hit and hold the joint up in offering to him, which he accepts. After taking a few hits while staring at me, he passes it back and asks.
"Why didn't you say you were Clay's daughter?"
I pass it back to him, "Why, does it matter?" I ask sitting up.
He inhales talking though the smoke, "No."
We pass the joint back and forth, while he stands in front of me and we just keep staring at each other. While Happy's taking a hit, I grab his beer and finish the rest of it.
"I didn't say you could have any of my beer, did I Strawberry?" he asks stepping closer to me
I shake my head, "Why do you keep callin me that?"
"What, Strawberry?" he says, pressing up against my legs. I can feel the rumble of his raspy voice go up my legs, straight into my panties. All I can manage is a nod while looking up into his eyes.
Putting his face near my ear he whispers, "You smell like strawberries." He sniffs my hair and growls "fuckin delicious" and I whimper in response.
He pulls back to look at me and I shiver when I see pure lust in his eyes. I instinctively open my legs, to get him closer to me, and he moves in flush with me. I gasp as I feel his erection against me. He runs his fingers down the side of my face, to the bottom of my chin and tilts my face up, and then he leans down.
As his lips softly touch mine, I throw my arms around his neck, bringing him closer to me. His hands land on my hips, and pull me almost completely off the table. I run my tongue across his full bottom lip, and then suck it into my mouth causing him to groan. I'm nibbling on his lip when he pulls my upper lip into his mouth, I moan and wrap my legs around his waist.
I bite his lip hard and pull back with it still caught between my teeth, I release his lip and run my tongue over it. His control snaps, he grabs me tighter and pulls me closer while plunging his tongue into my mouth. All I can do is whimper as he runs his hand up and down where my dress meets my leg. I grab his belt buckle, struggling to get it undone with limited space. I finally manage my feat, moving my hand inside his jeans.
"HOLY FUCK!" I hear
Faster than my desire riddled brain can track, Happy spins around and grabs who ever interrupted by the throat and presses them into the wall. I stand on shaky legs and walk over to see who just ruined the best kiss I've ever had. There pinned against the wall by a furious Happy, is a very red faced, completely terrified looking guy, and it takes me a minute to realize who it is.
"Half-Sack what the fuck?"
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Chapter 5 is about half way done, Reviews keep me writing…..