Author's Note: As usual... Not my sandbox, just playing in the sand.

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Chapter 4 –

Kayleigh spent the next day meeting with the contractor and picking out paint colors, flooring, countertops, and a sign for out front. She didn't hear from Juice that day or the next, which she spent shopping for tables and chairs at the small furniture store. The store manager was happy to deliver the furniture early next week after the contractor and his small crew was finished with the front, main room. After leaving the furniture store she went to several different little shops to find decorations for the bakery.

The club had kept Juice busy after his day with Kayleigh, but tonight was Half Sack's big fight, and he wanted Kayleigh to go with him. He couldn't get the memory of her lips pressing against his, even if it was for just a second. He hoped she'd be into going to watch a fight.

The blue truck wasn't at the B&B when he drove by, so Juice headed to her building on Main Street. The blinds were open on the front windows, and the new awning above the door read Lynn's Bakery. The glass door had the name of the bakery in a swirly, red font painted on it. Underneath was also a list of the things she served; breads, muffins, cakes, pastries, pies, and more.

The door was locked and a piece of paper taped to the large window said that she was would be open for business soon. Juice walked back over to his bike and leaned against it while he dialed her number.

"Hello?" she answered on the second ring.

"Can I come in?" he asked.

"What? Oh!" Through the windows he could see her appear from the back, which now had a swinging stainless steel door separating the two spaces. He hung up the phone as she came to open the door for him.

"Hey, sorry. I asked if I could clean up some before they came back tomorrow. The bathroom and the front are done, and most of the kitchen. They work fast, I'm surprised."

Juice just grinned. Kayleigh had no clue about her allure to most men. They would fawn over her and do anything she asked. He kind of liked that she was oblivious, or at least she acted oblivious.

"It looks great," he said as he walked through the space and then back to her leaning against the counter. "You decided on yellow."

"It's lemon chiffon pie," she corrected with a giggle. "It sounded yummy, and it's a pretty color."

"Signature dessert?" he teased.

"No, not quite. What have you been up to? What are you doing here? Not that I'm not happy that you stopped by," she added with a smile.

"There's a fight tonight and most of the club is going. I was hoping I'd get to show up with you on the back of my bike," he said, giving her his best smirk.

"Do I have time to change out of this? A shower maybe?"

"Yeah, plenty of time. I'll pick you up at seven, that good?"

Kayleigh smiled at him and nodded. "Yeah, I'll see you then."

When Kayleigh opened the door at 6:58 Juice couldn't help but stare at her. She was wearing a pair of jeans that were painted on, with black boots that laced up the sides and had short heels. A black silky shirt revealed both of her shoulders and draped over her tits, it was banded around her waist, showing off her sexy curves.

She had on three gold bracelets and a pair of gold hoop earrings. Her hair was in large curls and fell around her bare shoulders. She wore little makeup, only a little black eyeliner and some mascara with a hint of light pink lip gloss.

"Ready?" Juice asked when Kayleigh cleared her throat softly, his eyes snapping to look at her pretty sky blue ones.

"Let's go, Juicey." Kayleigh smiled brightly at him.

"I'm gonna have to keep you in my fucking sight all damn night," Juice said as he got on his bike.

"Want me to change?" she asked as she slid her arms around him.

"Hell no."

When they made it to the fight, Juice wrapped his arm around Kayleigh's waist and led her through the doors. Men stared at her, eyes roaming over her body as they passed by and women looked at her in jealousy. Juice was damn glad to have her on his arm tonight, and happy he wasn't one of the ones eyeing her from a distance.

Chibs, Bobby, and Tig were already by the ring and the fighting had just started, so he led her over to them to say hello.

"Well, damn, Juicey-boy why didn't you tell us you were bringing this pretty lass along tonight?" Chibs teased.

"Kayleigh, right? Nice to see you again, Darling," Bobby said.

"You, too," Kayleigh replied over the noise of the crowd.

"Stay right here, I'll be right back." He knew no one would fuck with Kayleigh if she stayed by one or more of the Sons, and he went quickly to place his bet and then returned to the corner of the ring where Kayleigh was standing talking to Bobby.

"So, your betting on him to win?" she asked, pointing to the prospect in the ring.

"Yes, ma'am, so far we are." He gave her a wink and Juice came up and put his arm back around her.

Kayleigh didn't lean into his touch, but she didn't pull away either. She thought it felt nice to have his strong arm wrapped around her, claiming her to the crowd as his. He suggested they sit and she let him lead her to an empty part of one of the benches around the ring and they sat.

"You ever been to a fight before?" Juice asked her, watching her as she watched Half-Sack pummel the other guy. She seemed interested in the fight.

"A few times, my brother used to fight."

"You have a brother?"

She grinned at him. "I have two. Both older than me by five years, they're twins. You have any siblings?"

"Yeah, I have a younger sister that still lives in New York. She graduated college last year."

"Did you go see her?" Kayleigh asked, turning her eyes from the fight to look at Juice.

"Wish I could have, can't go back to New York, baby, crazy scary people said so."

She looked shocked for a second and then realization hit her. "You're serious?"

"Yep. Keeps me safe, and my mom and Graciela if I stay away."

"That must be awful, to not be able to see them."

"Sometimes, yeah, but I have my brothers in the club. I talk to them about once a week. Check in, let them know I'm alright."

Kayleigh didn't reply and went back to watching the fight. Juice noticed Cherry, the chick Half-Sack was really into, across the room watching him fight. He hoped she didn't cause any more trouble than she already had.

When a guy sat down rather close to Kayleigh's left, she slid over to press herself into Juice's side and laid her hand on his thigh. He looked over and noticed the guy, so he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer.

Juice liked that she had moved closer to him when the guy sat. He had wanted to make the claim that she was taken, but didn't want to cross a line with Kayleigh either. She hadn't leaned into his touch earlier, but hadn't moved away from it either. He liked her too much to fuck it all up, and was worried he would mess shit up like he had done with past women. When she leaned into him and put her hand on his leg, he knew it was cool to stake his claim over her to the other guy.

The fight carried on and Half-Sack was going to have to throw the next and final round when Clay walked in and sat next to Cherry. Half-Sack noticed them talking and her kiss his cheek.

"Oh shit," Juice muttered.

"What? What's wrong?" Kayleigh asked. Her eyes followed his to the dark haired chick and the older man that she thought had been the leader of the MC, to the pissed off form of the young man in the ring who was now wailing on his opponent.

"Was he not supposed to win?" she asked when the fight was over, and the guys were cussing at him.

Juice shook his head. "Let's go," he led her to his bike and waited for the guys to come out.

The guys would need to meet back at the clubhouse to discuss where they stood, and other business needed to be taken care of, too. Juice told the guys he'd meet them there after he took Kayleigh home.

Chibs gave him a dirty smile, even in his pissed off mood. "Take your time, brother."

"Yeah, okay."

Kayleigh held on tight as they made their way back to Charming and parked outside her room. She didn't say anything but unlocked the door and left it open, so Juice followed her inside, shutting the door behind him. She took off her jewelry and then turned back to face him as he stood near the door, watching her carefully.

"Is it going to be a few days before I get to see you again?" she asked, coming closer.

"I can't make any promises, but I hope not," he answered honestly.

She was close enough that he could easily lean forward and kiss her. The temptation was too much to fight and Juice reached a hand to her hip while the other tangled in her hair at the base of her neck. Her lips molded to his and she closed her eyes, relaxing to his touch and bringing her own arms up and over his shoulders. He turned them and pushed her against the door, pressing her back to the wood with the bulk of his body.

Kayleigh parted her lips and Juice deepened the kiss. His hand that wasn't tangled in her thick hair ran over her body, touching every part of her that he could reach while keeping his mouth locked with hers.

They broke apart moments later, both trying to steady their breathing, but he didn't back up, keeping her against the door. She laid her forehead against his shoulder and tried to steady her breathing. His hands were still roaming her body and raised her head to catch his eye. Brown met blue and they searched for something within each other.

Juice slanted his lips over hers again, wanting to kiss her one more time. As much as his body was begging for more, much more than a steamy kiss, he didn't want to push her too far too fast and risk ruining any connection they had. He wanted to fuck her until she screamed, but he'd decided already to wait and not treat her like he did the crow eaters and other girls.

When they broke apart the second time, Juice gave her that big grin. "I'll see you later, Kayleigh, hopefully soon."

"Goodnight, Juice."

He stole one more long kiss before leaving her and heading to the clubhouse.

As it turned out, shit went to hell with the club the next day and Juice wasn't able to see Kayleigh for a few days, not even a text to tell her hello and that she was on his mind.

It was late at night when he was finally able to leave the clubhouse, the blood from Cameron's bullet wound washed from his hands. He wasn't sure what made him drive to the B&B, surely Kayleigh would be asleep at this hour, but he knocked on the door anyway.

She opened it quickly and stood wide-eyed and half naked in front of him, clad only in a wife beater style dark green tank top and a black pair of panties. "Juice? Is everything okay? Are you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah. I, uh… I wanted to apologize for not calling or anything the past couple days. Shit kind of hit the fan. I just left the clubhouse and I couldn't get you off my mind, and I just kind of drove here and…"

He was rambling, looking down at his boots, when Kayleigh reached out, grabbed his kutte and pulled him into the room. She shut and locked the door back and then moved to the bed.

"Did I wake you again?" he asked, shifting his weight from one leg to the other, trying not to stare at her long, shapely, bare legs as she crawled into the bed and slid under the covers. Her tiger stripes ran from the middle of her thigh and disappeared under her black bikini style panties and the tank top.

She gave a small smile. "Not really, fitful sleep. Come on, you look like you need to sleep more than I do."

"Kayleigh," Juice said, the warning clear in his tone. He wasn't trying to sleep with her. That hadn't been on his mind when he drove here, although the sight of her long bare legs was a turn on.

She just rolled her eyes. "I'm an adult, you're an adult. I promise not to have my way with you if you do the same. Now, are you going to take your boots off and lay down or are you going to fall asleep standing up, or sitting in the chair?"

He smirked and toed off his boots. "You sure about this?"

Kayleigh had already scooted down and was laying on her back, but she rolled to her side to face him across the bed. "Have you ever slept with a woman Juice, and not fucked her?"

He shook his head no honestly. Kayleigh chuckled softly to herself and then crawled forward to the edge of the bed, and stood up on her knees. Her hands caught the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, then nimbly and quickly undid his belt buckle before she moved back to her side of the bed.

"There, I'll help. I doubt you sleep in pants so you might as well take them off, too."

Her laugh ran out loudly in the quiet space when he just stared at her. "Oh for fuck's sake, Juan Carlos. I'm twenty-eight years old, I'm not a virgin and I've seen a damned naked man before, and I'm not even asking you to get naked. Now, I'm going to sleep because its three thirty in the morning, whether or not you join me in the bed is up to you."

She laid down, shifting around to get comfortable before closing her eyes.

Juice could debate in his head for the rest of the night if this was the right thing to do or not, but it wouldn't change the fact that Kayleigh was inviting him into her bed, not for sex but to sleep together in the bed, and that was good enough for him. He let his pants fall to the floor and yanked off his socks before slipping into the bed beside her.

The shrill ring of a cell phone going off jerked Kayleigh awake, but she couldn't move. Juice's heavy arm was wrapped around her middle, holding her to his chest. She wasn't sure when they had moved to spoon against each other, but they had fallen asleep apart.

"Juice," she mumbled sleepily, the phone still ringing somewhere on the floor.

He grumbled in his sleep and his arm tightened around her, pulling her tighter against his chest, but he did not wake up. The phone quit ringing for all of two seconds before starting again. Kayleigh ran her foot from his ankle to his shin and nudged him fairly hard.

Nothing. Damn, the man could sleep.

"Juice." Kayleigh was awake now and wished his phone would quit ringing. It was rather nice to feel the bulk of Juice's body behind her, and she liked the way he wrapped his arm around her, and the damn phone had ruined her peacefulness.

She tried to shake off the sudden thought of how many women he had woken up with from a night much different than the one they had shared. The phone went off again and Kayleigh cursed. "Fuck."

Kayleigh rolled in his embrace to face him, not sure why she didn't just lift his arm off of her. Caught in the sight of him peacefully lost in sleep, she ignored the ringing phone. His lips were parted slightly and he was snoring softly. She wiggled her arm free enough to allow her fingers to gently trace the shape of the tribal tattoo on the curve of his head.

Juice felt something stroke across his head and opened his eyes. Kayleigh was looking at him with a gentle smile and he realized they were pressed together, his arm holding her against the length of his body.

"Your phone is ringing, Juice." He noted that she didn't seem too happy that it was ringing.

"Fuck," he groaned, about as happy as she was to hear the shrill sound fill the air. Juice rolled over and leaned partway out of the bed to snatch up his pants. He pulled the phone out and answered it as he laid back down on his back. He noted out of the corner of his eye that Kayleigh was still facing him as she lay on the bed centimeters from him.

"Hello?"

"What the fuck, man?" Tig asked, sounding pissed. "I'm called you five damn times already. We need you at TM to look into some shit, where the fuck are you?"

"B&B, I'll be there," Juice hung up the phone and tossed it back onto his pants on the floor.

"Got to go?" his bedmate asked.

He turned his head to look at her. "Yeah, there's some shit still going on with the club."

"You can talk to me, you know. I know how to keep my mouth shut, if you ever need to, I dunno, let it out. I don't know why you decided to show up here last night, but I'm glad you did."

"If I drag you into club business there is no going back, Kayleigh. I can't put you in that situation."

Kayleigh smiled. "How many times will I have to tell you I'm a big girl, Juice? Let me make that choice for myself. I'm not asking to get knee deep in whatever shit ya'll are in right now, I'm telling you that you I'm a good listener."

Juice rolled to his side and reached out an arm to pull her to his chest. She didn't protest, and she felt damn good pressed against him. "I can hardly think straight since I've met you, but I can't stay away. I'll come by as soon as I can."

"What if I'm at the bakery?" she asked.

"I check there first," Juice replied with a wink. He wanted to stay in bed with her, but Tig would come and get him or someone else would, and his bike was parked in front of her door. Before he could pull away to get dressed Kayleigh kissed him. It was short, and she longed for more time with him as Juice got out of bed and dressed.

Juice went to the door. It didn't feel strange to be leaving Kayleigh laying there in the bed watching him go, it felt right, good, and that surprised him. "See you later, Kayleigh."

"Bye, Juice."

Juice sighed in frustration as he closed his laptop. Opie was AWOL and it wasn't looking good. He brought Tig and Clay the paperwork and told all he knew. Opie's debt had been paid by federal wire transfer.

Done with his task at the clubhouse, Juice drove over to Main Street to see Kayleigh. The door was unlocked this time, but the sign was still in the window.

"Kayleigh?" he called.

"Back here, Juice!" she yelled out from the kitchen.

He grinned to himself, happy she had recognized that it was him. "How'd you know it was me? You should get a chime to put on the door if you'll be here alone all the time," Juice said as he came into the finished kitchen to see her strawberry blonde hair piled high up on her head in a neat bun. She had dressed in another fitted t-shirt that highlighted her beautiful curves, this one was light green.

Kayleigh chuckled. "I heard a bike pull up, figured it was you. Stopping worrying so much about me - big girl, remember? Club business handled for the day?"

"No, just getting started probably, but I wanted to swing by while I had the chance. You have flour everywhere."

She looked from the mixing bowl in her hands and the counter to herself and smiled. "Oh, I always end up looking like this when I bake, this is pretty good actually. I'm a messy cook," she gave him a wink. "But I clean up after myself when I'm done."

He had been worried about the thought of seeing her in his kitchen one day like this, but his OCD calmed down. Where the fuck did that thought come from? Juice thought to himself. "What are you making?" he asked, changing the subject in his own head.

"Peach Pound Cake," she answered, going back to the task in front of her. "A loaf of blueberry bread is cooling on the rack. I was kind of hoping I could use ya'll, the club, as my guinea pigs," she looked up at him with a grin.

"I'll taste test, but I bet anything you make is good."

She laughed, her smile bright as she poured the batter into a Bundt pan. After she put it in the first of the double ovens, she set a timer and then turned to him. "Are you trying to flatter me?"

"Is it working?"

She came around the counter and stopped close to him. It had only been a little over two weeks since he had met her, and he couldn't help but want her. The guys had ribbed him a bit about Kayleigh and he brushed them off, but the truth was he wanted something more with her than he normally wanted out of women. It felt different with her.

"Possibly," Kayleigh whispered in answer to his question, her eyes on his lips.

Juice slanted his mouth over hers and pulled her to him. Kayleigh's arms went around his shoulders and she let him deepen the kiss, moaning softly as his hand slid around the back of her neck while the other trialed down the small of her back and then farther to rest of the curve of her ass.

He didn't want to stop, but they both needed to breathe and he had to get back to TM soon. Keeping her in his arms he said, "Come by later, I'll text you when it's all clear for you to show up."

"Okay," she said and he let her go, working up to leaving again after just a short time with her. "Hey." Kayleigh pulled him back to her by gently grabbing the opening of his leather when he moved to step away. "I don't know where this is going, or what the hell the two of us are, but you keep coming to check on me, to see me, and I know I like it."

He gave her that big, goofy grin and she rewarded him with her bright smile. "Well, I'm hoping you'll let me call you my house mate instead of continuing to stay at the B&B, I'll even sleep at the clubhouse if you'd feel more comfortable, I have a room there, too."

"I'm not going to make you sleep away from your own home, Juice, and asking me to move into your house is a big deal. I… if something goes to shit between the two of us for any reason I'd still have to find somewhere else to live."

"And if nothing bad happened between the two of us?" he countered.

Kayleigh sighed but gave him a soft smile. "I'll think about it, Juice. Let me know when it's cool to swing by later?"

Juice leaned down slightly to press his lips to hers in a quick kiss before leaving. When they sat down in the chapel without Tig, Juice was sure he was checking Opie's truck for a bug, the box of cell phones, too. After the meeting was over, Juice texted Kayleigh.

Come by TM whenever U R ready – Juice

A few minutes later his phone buzzed from its place on the top of the bar.

Just got out of the shower. Be there in a bit. – Kayleigh

Juice was watching the cameras when her truck pulled into the lot, so took his beer and went to meet her partway. She had changed into a navy blue dress that stopped mid thigh, covering two of her tattoos, and a pair of grey strappy heeled shoes. She was carrying a round platter covered with plastic wrap. Juice tried to take it from her, but she swerved around him with a smile and a laugh and headed toward the clubhouse doors.

"Big girl, Juice."

"Yeah, whatever. That shit looks delicious."

She shot him a glare sideways. "You could not call it shit."

"My bad. At least let me get the door, miss independent."

She walked in in front of him and Juice caught sight of her mostly bare upper back, the dress tied around her neck and wrapped around her middle, leaving her upper back bare. The angel wings were on semi display since her hair still pinned up.

Kayleigh set the tray on the bar next to Piney at the end. Clay, Jax, and Opie were all sitting or standing around the bar, too. Tig and Chibs were playing pool with several of the crow eaters hanging around them. Jax and Clay were at another table.

"Well, hello, sweetheart," Piney greeted Kayleigh. "What is this?"

"The bakery opens next week. I'm hoping to get an honest opinion and I kind of volunteered y'all for the task myself," she replied with a smile.

Clay chuckled, coming to stand beside her. "Kayleigh, darlin', you can feed us anything you want anytime."

"Can do."

Gemma came around the corner and walked up to Clay, joining in the conversation. "Can you make cakes, decorate and all that shit."

Kayleigh was surprised Gemma had spoken to her, the mother figure of the club had not seemed to approve of her when they had met at the fundraiser. "Yeah, I can do all that. Do you need a cake for something?"

It was Jax that answered. "My son comes home tomorrow from the hospital; he's been in the NICU."

"Oh, that's wonderful! What's his name?"

"Abel," Gemma answered, bringing Kayleigh's attention back to her. "Can you make the cake by tomorrow night? The bakery in Stockton is shit."

"Sure. Any specification on flavor or color?" Kayleigh asked with a smile.

Juice was pretty proud of the woman he wanted to make his, she did not act or appear intimidated by Gemma like most women were. Even Luann bowed down to Gemma, but Kayleigh smiled and stood her ground with calm friendliness.

"Marble cake, light blue frosting with black writing, Welcome Home Abel."

"What time would you like me to bring it and where?"

"I'll have to let you know on time. We can talk more tomorrow." Gemma gave her one of those looks, Juice had seen her give Wendy a few of them when Jax and her were still together. Kayleigh only smile back and nodded in reply.

"Hey, lass!" Chibs called out, walking over to the group by the bar.

Gemma and Clay had left, but everyone else was still in the room.

"Are ye trying to fatten us up, Kayleigh?" Chibs asked as Piney took the plastic wrap off the platter and eyed the sweet treats.

"Oh, no. I would never do that. I'm only using your appetites for my own gains," she replied with a smirk.

"I like her," Piney said to Juice. "Smart and pretty, and a damn good cook."

Kayleigh giggled softly and blushed a soft pink. "Well, thank you."

"I gotta ask, Kayleigh, why the name Lynn? I saw the sign as I was driving by earlier," Jax said, swiping a piece of pound cake.

"It's my middle name, but it was my grandparent's last name, and the name of the original store they opened. Thought I'd continue tradition."

"Cool," Jax said with a nod.

"What do you want to drink?" Juice asked, lightly touching the small of her back with his hand.

Kayleigh grinned at him, turning her head to face him as he stood just to her right. "A beer is fine, thanks."

Opie opened and handed over two beers, one for Juice and one for Kayleigh.

"Alright, alright, enough small talk. Chibs, you and I versus Juice and his girl in a game of pool. Ya'll game?" Tig asked, turning to Kayleigh and Juice.

Juice looked to her, wondering how she would react to being called his girl. She smiled and said, "let's do it," not seeming to be phased by Tig's comment.

"You play?" Tig asked.

"Occasionally," she replied with a smile, choosing a stick and testing its weight in her hands.

"Who's going to break?" Kayleigh asked looking at the two other men.

"Go for it, lass," Chibs replied.

Juice sat back and watch as Kayleigh broke and then proceeded to clear the table. One shot after another she called each and every one and sunk all the striped balls. When she sunk the eight, Jax and Opie, who had become her cheer team, erupted into roars of laughter.

"Well, fuck me sideways," Tig said.

"That's not the skills an occasionally player has, lass. Where'd you learn to hustle pool like that?" Chibs asked.

"I don't give a damn where or how she learned it, let's take her to a bar up in Lodi or Stockton and win some fucking cash," Tig said.

"A girl should never tell all of her secrets," Kayleigh replied to the two men with a wink before taking a drink of her beer. "Try again, gentlemen? I'll even let you break first."

Piney, Jax, and Opie laughed and made jokes and Chibs and Tig's expense as Tig grumbled something about never losing to a girl before while chalking his cue stick.

While Juice racked the balls, Kayleigh perched on a chair at a high-top table and gave him a wink. He grinned back at her, hung the rack back on its hook and then walked back to their table. In a bold move he ran his hand up her leg, from knee to thigh and left it resting just at the hem of her dress, while reaching for his beer with the other hand.

She smirked, one corner of her mouth lifting up and she raised one brow. She leaned in close to whisper in his ear. "The crow eaters don't seem very happy that you're touching me."

"Let them be mad, 'cause I'm not going to stop," he replied back in a whisper.

Kayleigh giggled, "Oh really? But it's my shot."

"Damn," he whispered and took his hand away, but didn't step back.

She slid off her chair, which pressed them close together, she gave him a saucy wink and then sidestepped around him.

Tig did everything he could think of to try and get Kayleigh to miss her shot, but it didn't work. Chibs had made three of their balls, but once Kayleigh hit the table it was game over. Juice just sat back again, watching her and laughed.

Juice noticed the crow eaters had moved to the couches and were talking amongst themselves, shooting glances at him and Kayleigh once in a while. Probably pissed he brought a new girl around and the fact that he was showing her all of his attention. Juice turned his back and ignored them, letting his eyes rest of Kayleigh's back instead as she racked the balls.

He watched the way her shoulder blades moved under her tattoo covered skin.

"Her ink is sick, man," Jax said, coming to stand beside Juice. "Have you seen all of it?" he asked with a smirk.

Juice shook his head. "Most of it she let me see, but it goes farther down than she was willing to show off the other day."

"How far was too far?" Opie asked.

"Y'all are a bunch of nosey bastards, aren't you?" Kayleigh interrupted with a playful smile.

"Can't help it. So how far down do those wings go, Angel?" Jax flirted. Juice was kind of pissed at Jax flirting with Kayleigh.

"Wouldn't y'all like to know," she said, brushing them off. "Whose ass am I kicking next?"

"I'm out, done losing to a broad," Tig said, handing his stick to Opie.

"Aww, come on, Tiggy, don't be a sore loser," Kayleigh teased.

"Anytime you wanna make some money, baby, you let me know and I'll take you to a bar and let you hustle as many poor bastards as your little heart desires. As for me, I'm done looking like a fool."

"Me too, lass. A man's ego can only take so much bashing in one day."

Everyone laughed at Chibs' comment, but Opie stepped up to the table.

"I'll play," Opie said.

Juice watched as Kayleigh and Opie played a few rounds of pool. Opie came close to winning the first two times, and Kayleigh continued to win the third round until Jax fucked up her last shot, tapping the bottom of the stick when she went to shoot so that she hit the ball too hard.

"Cheater," she called to Jax as he walked away laughing.

Opie took her stick from her and put them away while Kayleigh slid between the chair Juice was sitting in and the table, leaning between his legs. He liked that she placed herself as close to him as possible.

"I gotta get home man, Donna just texted," Opie said, clapping Jax on the back. "It was fun, Kayleigh. See you round."

"Wanna head out, too?" Juice asked her, leaning in close to speak near her ear.

She smiled at him grabbed their empty beer bottles, searched for the trash can and threw them away before meeting him by the corner of the bar.

"Sure, are you following or am I riding?"

"You really gonna ride in a dress?" he questioned with that big grin.

"I've done it before," she said. "But I should probably drive myself so that I don't have to come back to get my truck in the morning."

"Alright, I gotta grab some shit and then I'll be behind you. Meet you at the B&B?"

"Sounds good," she replied with a smile.

Kayleigh wanted to lean in and kiss him before she left, but it seemed all eyes were on them, especially the crow eaters. She wondered if Juice had had sex with any of the ones that were currently hanging around. The thought made her sick to her stomach, even though her mind was thinking how irrational it was for her to feel that way.

Before she could step away to leave, she felt arms wrap around her and then she was pressed into Juice's chest, their lips inches from each other.

"You just gonna leave without a goodbye kiss?" he asked, that playful grin on his lips.

"Well, I wasn't sure how you felt about PDA and the others girls are staring daggers, so I –"

He cut her off with his lips on hers and she practically melted against him. When they broke apart Juice gave her a wink. "I'll be right behind you, baby."