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She heard his bike idling as she set on the steps of their church reading the bluest eye by Toni Morrison. Her chair set in grass near by, She turned up her Ipod trying to ignore him. He stood in front of her. "Jenna!" he does not exist she told herself he picked one of the poppies growing wildly around the church. A deep purple one. Slipping it behind her ear nestling it into her thick auburn hair. She pulled out an ear bud he recognized evanesce blaring out.
"I Meant what I said. Tara warms your bed I don't." their eyes caught and held.
"I know…I …I'm just sorry Jenna."
"Sorry she warms your bed? Sorry I don't? Sorry I won't let you play us?"
"I'm sorry I hurt you with my lie…"
"And still your with her…not making a choice makes you a coward a beautiful coward but a coward all the same.""I didn't come here to fight Jenna." he stood over her now. She shielded her eyes from the sunlight. Her bright yellow silk off the shoulder peasant top fluttered in the breeze. She was so beautiful it scared him.
"I came to just be in the silence with you."
"You make me weak."
"You make me whole…" he sat behind her on the church steps.
"What's your book about?"
"A little black girl who so longs to have blue eyes like her little white friend that she literally drives herself crazy…"
"That's sad…"
"I can relate…"
"How so?" he played with her free hand.
"This book states that physical beauty and romantic love are the most destructive things in history…. If I wasn't so completely enamored with you my life would be easier…"
"So, I'm your destruction?"
"In a leather jacket.."
He smirked. "I forget how smart you are…"
"No you don't… oh I forgot tell Clay I'll change the trans on that Honda tomorrow…"
He laughed. "Okay."
He loved Jenna he really did he knew you could find everything from metallica to show tunes Christian to country on her Ipod. She read Tolstoy and car and driver. Her nephews finger paintings held as much weight as a Georgia O'Keefe painting.
"That O'Keefe print the purple poppies Still hang over your bed?"
She chuckled "Yes why?" she leaned into him.
"Just wondering…" he kissed her temple.
"We make sense here…"
"Always…" he replied.
"So I heard you went out with Donny Sinclair…"
"It was a date I'm not having his children…"
"So the date was a bust?"
"What did Tara say about us?"
"Nothing… Just ignores it all…"
"That should tell you something…."
"Like What?"
"If I were her I'd of ripped us both new ones…"
"But she's not you…that's painfully obvious."
"Why do you try so hard with her?"
" I think I need to prove people wrong…"
"Prove them wrong with me…"
"If we hadn't had the accident you'd of married me not Wendy…"
"True… god I love you… know that ok know that for as long as you've been gone I've just been passing through life not living it I sleep with countless women and I always see your face… I can't breathe without you god I…you wanna know what I thought about all day today? Finding you and fucking your brains out on the nearest flat surface…I fucking goddamn need you ok I need you but I'm stuck either way I hurt someone…"
"So you're waiting for Tara to bail so you don't have to be the bad guy…classy Jackson!"
"I'm fucked up and broken and all wrong and I hate what SAMCRO has become… I hate my life ok and when I'm here with you it seems to become so clear… your mine I'm yours and nothing else matters… but I go home and there is Tara with Abel and everyone says to stay away from you…I need time to get out ok to make a clean break I need time can you give me that? I'm going to leave her I just need time to do it gently…"
"Okay I'll give you time…"
"I'm going to kiss you now." and he did hard and hungry the kind of kiss that said "I'm gonna nail you to the nearest wall. It a battle for dominance. Tongues dueling teeth scarping clash of a kiss. It made her want to fuck him right then and there in broad daylight they broke away panting.
"Jesus motherfucking mary and Joesph kissing a woman like that ought to be illegal.. No wonder I gave it up on our first date." she croaked out.
"Taking you to prom worked out well for me…" she situated her so she was straddling him. "What are you doing?"
"I'm going to get you off Jenna…" he hiked her short denim mini skirt up around her waist. Fingering her clit through already wet simple white cotton panties.
"How long you been ready for me baby?"
"Sense I heard you pull up…god I am so fucking weak…" he moved aside her underwear thrusting his fingers inside her cavity his the thumb still circling her clit one pass in and out two, three, four, she lost count around eighteen with his teasing pace. He wouldn't let her come. "Please…please…" she begged mindlessly.
"Please what Jenna?"
"Fuck me…please fuck me…"
"What about being second fiddle?"
"Right now I don't care about that… I need to feel you inside me…"
"You're sure?" all the while he kept his pace.
"Don't make me beg…" He stopped his movement. "Fuck Jax…"
"Donovan didn't get any?"
"No…"
"Why not?" he undid his belt buckle teasing her.
"Stop teasing do you want to fuck or not?"
"Say it! Say no one gives it to you better…" he drove up into her before she knew what hit her. "ahh, no one gives it to me better." she said loudly anyone in a three block radius heard her. It was a frantic heated coupling harsh and mean just like old times. He battered into her each time brushing her gspot. Her wetness coating him like a glaze. Her head tossed back he watched the sunlight play in her hair. "Don't stop…" she begged. "I won't baby…" he drove into her over and over. She was shaking a sure sign she was about to come. He yanked her head forward plundering her mouth with his tongue. He bit her full bottom lip. Then soothed away the sting with his tongue.
"Next I'm gonna fuck you in that tight little ass of yours…" he threatened.
"I'll let you…" she panted unashamed.
"Go on baby let yourself come…let yourself go Jenna." she did twisting tight around him like a vice. She pitched forward into him. She forced him to orgasm shooting cum into her in spasms. He finally calmed down, He realized she was crying. "Jenna baby?" she breathed in his scent. Leather. Smoke. And curve cologne. "Baby did I hurt you?" her face still buried in his neck he got a muffled. "No."
"Then what Darlin?"
"Its never like that with anyone else…never…"
"I know…" he slipped out of her.
"We got nothing solved today…we made it worse Jackson… I love you too much it scares me…"
He wiped her tears. "I'll fix it all baby… Don't cry I'll fix it."
She wanted to believe him. But could she? Should she? She didn't know.