Author's Note:
Juice talks about what happened to Kayleigh at the very beginning of the chapter and then it's not mentioned again. Skip second paragraph if you're sensitive to graphic topics.
Double Juicey lemons in this chapter because I just can't help myself. Plenty of forward plot movement though, too. ;)
Happy reading!
Chapter 7 –
Juice stormed into the clubhouse the next morning, the folder Kayleigh had given him the night before in his hands. The guys were already seated around the table, he could tell Jax was still pissed at Clay, as were Chibs and Piney. He threw the file onto the table and let out his anger in a rare moment when he showed the guys he wasn't just the simple-minded happy-go-lucky man they thought he was.
"You wanted to know so fucking bad what happened on May 24th two years ago? You just had to know how her husband died? Well, now I know. Four men jumped Kayleigh and Ryan and then proceeded to rape her, one after the other, forcing him to watch, before putting a bullet in his brain and leaving them on the street. Her father did nothing; her club did nothing! Her husband's murder was part of a deal to end a bloody war between the club and a local gang. They brushed what happened to her aside and moved on! And then yesterday you threw that shit in her face. All those bad memories that she's worked for two years to suppress, to move past, you brought them to the forefront of her mind. Thanks for that."
He took a deep breath and tried to calm down, but was still heated. "She woke up screaming, kicking, full of fighting, Clay, thinking I was one of her fucking rapists!"
"Looks like she got you good, too," Chibs said, noting the slight bruise on his jaw.
"You owe her an apology, Clay," Jax said, not hiding how pissed off he was. "At the least."
"She here?" Clay asked.
"Yeah. Took the day off, left a sign on the bakery window. She's outside with Gemma. She refused to come in here, hell I had to force her to come with me."
"Go get her."
"I'm not bringing her back in this room."
"I'll come out there, just go get her," Clay stated.
Jax picked up the file folder after Juice left and opened it, reading the report before thumbing through the photographs. "Jesus Christ," he swore, tossing down the photos and closing the folder.
"Bad?" Tig asked, reaching for the folder.
"I'm sure the asshat that took the pictures didn't really care about how violated she'd already been," Jax said angrily.
Tig opened the folder to see for himself, caught a glimpse of the picture Jax was talking about, and then shut it. "Goddamn, man." He shook his head. "We've done some bad shit, but I don't know how to move past this one. This isn't like anything Clay's done before."
Piney stood up and gave a pointed glare to the men around the table. "We do something that we don't do very often - we apologize. Then we show her that, unlike her father and that shit club she used to belong to, we stand beside our women and stand up for them."
Kayleigh looked up from her conversation with Gemma as Juice came outside. He had been pissed this morning, furious at Clay and his club for what had happened yesterday. As much as Kayleigh had pleaded with him that this wasn't necessary, Juice was adamant that they go together to the clubhouse. He would make Clay see that he was wrong.
While talking outside with Gemma she had admitted Clay told her what had happened last night, and Kayleigh explained a little more to Gemma, but not everything. "He pressed to know what happened to my husband, Ryan was killed in front of me, but that has nothing to do with the Sons. I grew up in an MC world, Gemma. I'm not like the hang around girls that like to fuck anything with a leather and a cock, I will not lay down and roll over for anyone."
Gemma had smiled. "I can see that. That's a good quality to have."
They changed the subject to a discussion about Abel and then the bakery when Juice had come out.
"Kayleigh, can you come inside with me?"
Gemma stood up with her, having never seen the normally happy, mohawked man be so angry, and looked to Kayleigh. "Want me to come with, sweetheart?"
"No. Thanks, but no."
Juice wrapped an arm around her waist and they walked together back into the clubhouse. Kayleigh let her eyes sweep over the members of the club that were present. Chibs and Tig sat at one table, Jax was at the bar with Piney, Half Sack was sitting on the couch, and Clay stood up from his table when they came in.
"If you don't have a patch on your back, get out," he ordered the hang arounds and the few TM employees that were in the clubhouse. They scattered quickly. "You stay, Half Sack."
Once the clubhouse was vacant of all but the Sons, Clay turned to face Juice and Kayleigh. "This club, I… owe you an apology, Kayleigh. I crossed a line with you yesterday. I don't have a good reason and my excuses are shit. I'm sure you know a bit about what's been going on. You were here for Donna's death and when Opie left, and Bobby's still locked up. Those are all excuses I give for my behavior and the way I treated you yesterday, but that ain't fair to you." He took a breath, blowing out hard through his nose. "I'm sorry, Kayleigh, for several things. This morning, it was only how I had treated and put on the spot yesterday. After Juice came in, I think I have a few more reasons to be sorry."
Kayleigh stared hard at the President of the SAMCRO, her back straight and her head held high. Gemma had watched from the corner of the room, not having been kicked out, and was pretty damn proud of Juice's woman for staying so strong. Gemma wondered if maybe her initial thoughts about the girl had been wrong, and almost felt badly for whispering in Clay's ear her suspicions about Kayleigh, even if she had been right, at least about her belonging to another MC in the past.
Kayleigh stepped away from Juice's comforting touch and up to Clay Morrow. "I don't want your apology nor do I accept it."
Before anyone could protest she continued, "However, I plan on continuing my relationship with Juice, and he is a Son which means that whether I like it or not I will have some sort of relationship with this club, with you. I think what you did yesterday, Clay Morrow, was wrong on so many levels. I would have told you anything you asked me that didn't directly effect my father's club. Then, you could have easily checked to see if I was lying. You pushed, and pushed to know something that didn't have anything to do with this club, nor would my answer have had any effect on this club. You acted like a playground bully, not a President. I have lived my whole life among an MC, and never have I seen a President treat a non-member, a woman, the way you did me."
"It won't happen again. That is a promise," he replied to her.
Kayleigh nodded. "Whether or not it happens again doesn't change the fact that you triggered shockingly vivid, horribly painful memories for me that I work exhaustingly hard to keep locked in the deepest parts of my thoughts, and now they are there again every time I close my eyes. You cannot undo what you have done with a simple I'm sorry," she said and turned her back on him, not saying another word to anyone, not even Juice, as she left the clubhouse.
"Why don't you take the rest of the week off; we can handle shit here. You need some time with your girl," Clay said to Juice.
"Yeah. I appreciate that, and thanks."
Tig handed over the file containing the police report and pictures and Juice left.
Kayleigh and Juice spent the next few days together. They stayed in Charming, but kept away from the clubhouse. He helped out at the bakery where he could in the mornings. Kayleigh closed early each day and they would ride out of Charming to see the sights and places around the area.
Her nightmares continued, but she did not react so violently anymore when Juice woke her. It was hard to deal with, and Kayleigh wondered when Juice would say enough is enough and snap, but it never came. Juice remained calm and reassuring, a comfort to her frazzled nerves as her subconscious dreamed about that awful night.
Juice went back to work at the end of the week, but with Bobby still locked up and Opie on his soul search, and some other club issues, the boys were lacking for work and things to do. A plus in Kayleigh's mind, because it meant Juice and her were able to spend more time together.
Juice walked into the house, shutting the door behind him and tossing his keys into the little dish on the table, and shrugging out of his kutte, hanging it on the coat rack next to the table. "Kayleigh?" he called.
"In the kitchen!" she yelled back.
"Hey," he greeted coming around the corner and seeing dinner sitting on the table. Kayleigh was way less messy when she cooked than when she baked. Unlike when she baked, she cleaned up behind herself as she cooked, leaving less of a disastrous mess when she was done.
Juice grabbed two beers out of fridge, but Kayleigh stopped him before he could open hers. "I am not drinking a beer while I eat spaghetti, Juice. Would you open the bottle of wine that's chilling in the freezer?"
He shrugged, putting her beer back and took a swig of his while retrieving the said bottle of wine from the freezer. After opening the bottle, Kayleigh produced a wine glass from somewhere, Juice didn't remember ever owning wine glasses before, and he poured her a generous glassful.
"Where'd those come from?" he asked, corking the bottle and sticking it in the fridge.
"I bought them today, after discovering you didn't have any."
"Huh." Juice took another drink of his beer. "Can I help with anything?" he asked, watching her scoop pasta sauce over the bowl of noodles.
"Nope. Almost ready."
He sat down in on of the chairs at the table. "You planning on feeding the club?"
Another thing Juice had learned about Kayleigh and her cooking ability, was that while she was an amazing cook she also cooked enough to feed a small army. She had brought leftovers to the clubhouse for the guys several times over the week, not that any of them were complaining, and really, Juice wasn't either. It was nice to come home to Kayleigh and a home cooked meal, nicer to see her taking care of the members of his club, even after the bullshit Clay had pulled.
Kayleigh had slowly started coming back to the clubhouse and after several more apologies from Tig, Chibs, Piney, and Jax she had opened back up to the guys. She flat ignored Clay, but he didn't push it or try and talk to her.
She set the giant serving bowl full of spaghetti on the table and shot him a glare. "No, I'm not feeding the club. At least not tonight, just their intelligence officer."
She dished out the pasta and then sat down in the chair beside him.
"How was the bakery today?" he asked.
"Good. Officer Hale keeps dropping by to say hello. Some new guy in town came by too, wanted to introduce himself, I guess he's opening a cigar shop a few doors down from Lynn's. Zo- something."
"Make you nervous?" he asked, catching the funny way she had brought it up.
"The guy in the suit, not so much, his lackey that was with him was a little uptight and straight faced. He creeped me out, but Zo-what's his face didn't. Didn't seem offended when I told him cigars weren't my thing. He bought a few cupcakes and then left."
After dinner, Juice helped with the dirty dishes, while Kayleigh put away the leftovers in two containers, one for her to take for lunch tomorrow and then other, larger container, for him to take to the clubhouse.
Refilled glass of wine in hand, Kayleigh joined Juice on the couch and snuggled close into his side as he flipped through the tv channels, clicking it off when nothing struck his fancy. They sat in comfortable silence before he spoke.
"Bobby gets released tomorrow."
"I know, Gemma tasked me to make a cake. She said just one, but I think I'll make three. If I know y'all it will be a huge shindig, complete with loads of food, drugs, booze, and half naked chicks."
He twisted, took her wine glass out of her hand and set it on the table, and then moved to hover over her making her lay back on the cushions. "You're the only half naked chick I want to see."
She hummed softly, letting her fingers brush down his chest before she tugged at the hem of his shirt. He pulled it off and tossed it to the floor, giving her better access to his toned chest.
Juice let his lips trail down her neck and across her delicate collarbone, before sitting up on his knees. Kayleigh raised up slightly and Juice pulled her shirt off, leaving the dark blue lace bra in place. His fingers ran down from the swell of her breasts, across her flat stomach, and down to the waistband of her sweatpants.
He pulled them down her legs, revealing the matching dark blue lace panties. Tossing the pants on the floor, he kept his eyes glued to her. Juice brushed his thumb across her lace covered opening, the panties not hiding anything from his sight.
Kayleigh watched as Juice, going achingly slow, pulled her panties down. Instead of going on the floor with the rest of the clothes, he slipped them into the pocket of his jeans. She raised an eyebrow and gave him a sly smile. She'd had her suspicions, with the way his eyes always lingered on her panties, or how his fingers would rub against the fabric before tossing them to the side, and especially with her ever depleting stock of underwear, but his actions now confirmed it.
"Juan Carlos, do you have a panty fetish?" she asked, unable to keep the playful smile from tugging at her lips.
He gave her that big goofy grin. "I wouldn't call it a fetish…"
Kayleigh tossed her head back and laughed. "Juice, half of my panties are missing, and I've got a good idea of where they might be going. Now, be honest," she said coyly, trailing her fingernails down the defined muscles of his abs to his belt, quickly undoing it and the button and zipper to his pants. She slipped her hand inside his pants and gripped his erection.
"Fuck," he whispered.
With each stroke of her hand she said a word. "Do you have a panty fetish?"
"Kayleigh, I think this is a form of torture." He grunted when she stopped moving her hand and squeezed just under the tip of his dick. "Jesus."
"You didn't answer my question, Juan Carlos. Do… you… have… a… panty… fetish?"
"Goddamn, woman," he swore. "Yes, fuck me, yes, Kayleigh, I have a panty fetish."
The moment she released his throbbing cock from her tortuous ministrations, he stood and scooped her up into his arms, throwing her over his shoulder and heading back to their bedroom, giving her ass a hard swat. She squealed and giggled.
Juice tossed her on the bed and quickly removed the rest of his clothes. "Hands and knees, now," he commanded.
Kayleigh complied quickly, scooting to the middle of the bed and turning her back on him and doing as he said. God, he loved looking at her from this angle. He could see all of her hot ass tattoo, including the delicate ends of her wings that curved over the swell of her ass.
Juice climbed onto the bed behind her, he slapped her ass with one hand at the same time he slipped a finger inside her tight, wet heat. He stroked himself a few times, slipped on the condom he'd grabbed before climbing into bed, and then guided himself to her entrance with the hand he had just been stroking her with, sheathing himself deep inside her in one thrust.
"Juice," she moaned, rocking back against him.
"Not tonight, baby," he said, gripping her hips to still her movements. "Tell me to stop if we need to," he whispered before holding her hard enough to possibly leave a mark and starting a hard, fast rhythm.
Juice had been having sex since he was fifteen, but he'd never felt a connection to a woman like he did when he was with Kayleigh. Even in moments like this, when he had her on all fours and was taking her as roughly as he dared, he felt something more than the burning need of release. He wanted to please her, he wanted to show her how much he loved her. He couldn't say it with words yet, too scared to admit it out loud to her and see her reaction, but he felt it and tried to show it to her in his actions and in moments like this.
His name was falling from her lips in a steady stream and she dropped down to her elbows. He reached around her, teasing her clit and making her scream out. "Fuck, Juice, just like that, oh, yes, god don't stop."
Her muscles tightened around his cock and he groaned as he felt her release, each wave of her orgasm making the walls of her slick pussy squeeze him harder. He lost his rhythm, slowed and pulled out, flipping her over and sliding between her smooth thighs. Kayleigh kissed him hard as Juice thrust back into her.
Kayleigh let him have his fun for a few more seconds as she caught her breath before she shoved him hard and pushed him to his back. Giving him a devilish smirk she climbed on top, guiding him to her entrance with her hand.
Slowly, teasing him, she swirled her hips and lowered herself onto his throbbing erection. She watched as he closed his eyes tightly and felt his hands grip her ass. He tried to guide her movements, but she wasn't having any of it.
"Not tonight, baby" she said, repeating his own words to him. "This is your punishment for stealing my underwear."
Kayleigh set her own slow, tortuous pace, loving the way she could feel every inch of him inside her. "Kayleigh, baby, you gotta go faster, you're killin' me."
Juice saw that wicked smirk tug at the corners of her mouth and wished he'd kept his mouth shut. He loved watching her ride him, but she had figured out early on exactly what drove him crazy or in this case, just made him painfully hard and begging for a chance at release.
His eyes stayed on her as she slipped a hand down to her clit, brushing her fingers across her tender skin and then rubbing small, quick circles over the bundle of nerves. She leaned back, supporting herself with her other hand on his thigh, and changed up her motions.
Kayleigh rolled her hips, loving the feeling of him underneath her like this. She could tell he was close; his muscles were tense and he was shaking slightly. His hands gripped her a little harder and he let out a primal moan.
"Oh fuck, Kayleigh, baby you feel so damn good," he said between moans and gasps for breath.
His words and feel of his pulsing cock, along with her fingers furiously rubbing her clit, sent her over the edge again and she collapsed on top of him when they were both spent.
"You can punish me any time you want, baby," Juice whispered.
Kayleigh laugh and rolled off to the side. Juice stood, and went to dispose of the condom before sliding back into bed and pulled Kayleigh to his side.
"You still owe me a shopping trip unless you come up with my missing panties," she teased with a hint of seriousness.
"I'll buy you as many fucking panties as your little heart desires, baby."
Kayleigh was helping set food and the cakes and other sweets she had made for Bobby's homecoming while the guys sat around shooting the shit at the clubhouse.
Chibs came up behind her to swipe a chip and she screamed, turning around to hit him. He caught her hand before she could connect to the side of his face and Kayleigh let out another small shriek.
All eyes turned to them, and Juice, who had shot out of his desk chair at the computer, calmed when he saw that she was okay.
She jerked away from Chibs, turning her back on the men standing in the bar and slammed her hands onto the table. "Goddamn it! I was over this shit! I haven't acted like this in a year or more. I hate feeling this way. Like I'm a fucking skittish rabbit waiting for the fox to attack and jumping at everything. I hate this! Fuck those mother fuckers I will be damned if they control my life like this!"
"Let's go, lassie. I may have the perfect solution. You too, Sack, get your ass in the ring!" Chibs held out a hand to Kayleigh and she let him lead her outside. Juice and the other guys followed behind quickly to see what plan he had up his sleeve.
Chibs handed Kayleigh a pair of boxing gloves and pointed to the ring and Half Sack. "Let him have it, lass."
"Chibs, I'm not going to beat up the prospect," she said, trying to hand back the gloves.
"He needs a good beat down every now and then. Put the damn gloves on and let out some of that anger and frustration. You'll feel better, promise. If not, we'll let Juicy-boy take you to the back and try something else."
She gave him a pointed stare, then with a muttered "what-the hell" she put the gloves on and climbed into the ring.
"Two rules: one fight back, don't stand there and let me hit you like a little pussy. Two, pull my hair somehow and I get a free nut shot to the one you've got left, got it?"
"Got it."
Juice came up to stand beside Chibs. "You really think that will help?" he asked.
"Can't hurt. She gets to release some pent up energy and frustration. Sex only helps so much, Juicy-boy, sometimes women need to beat the hell out of something, too."
Juice watched as Kayleigh circled the prospect, eyeing him before striking faster than poor Sack was ready for. She caught him with a left hook and Tig hooted with laughter.
"She's a fucking leftie! That's great!"
As soon as Half Sack had recovered from the hard blow to the left, she swung with her right, catching him across the cheek.
"Well, lookie there boys, we've got an ambidextrous fighter on our hands," Chibs shouted out.
Juice was nervous watching Half Sack and Kayleigh dance around each other in the ring, but Half Sack, as hard as he tried, could not lay a blow to Kayleigh. He was fast, but she was faster, ducking and dodging out of his way each and every time. He blocked several of her hits, but she landed more.
"I vote we take her up to the fighting rings and bet money on her," Sack yelled, doing his best to dodge Kayleigh's next rain of blows.
When they were finished, Juice helped her out of the ring and tossed the gloves to Sack. "Thanks, Kip, for being my punching bag," Kayleigh called out.
"Where'd you learn to fight like that?" the prospect called back, climbing out of the ring himself.
"I have two older brothers, lightweight, I got my ass kicked on a daily basis until I figured out how to fight back," she said over her shoulder as she walked back toward the clubhouse.
Juice followed her back into the clubhouse and led her to the back where the dorms were. He had put her change of clothes and what he lovingly called her bag o' crap for the party tonight in his room.
"Please tell me you keep your bathroom as clean as everything else?" she asked as he opened the door to his room.
He shot her a look. "Really, Kayleigh? You think my OCD would not keep it clean?"
"Just checking," she said, as she started stripping her clothes off. Juice shut his door quickly, lest one of the guys came down the hallway and saw her.
Juice followed her into the bathroom, picking up her red lace thong on the way, and watching as she turned on the water and then stepped under the spray of the shower. She didn't take long, washing her hair and body quickly with his shampoo and body wash before stepping out and letting him wrap a towel around her.
"I'm gonna go get a beer and hang with the guys, you good to get ready by yourself?" he asked, kissing her lips softly.
"I'm naked, and you're just going to dip out on me?" she teased.
"Well, I didn't want to dirty you up again, and…"
Kayleigh dropped the towel and stood naked before him. "Still going to walk out to the guys?"
Juice bit his bottom lip, eyes roaming over her body. He lifted her up and set her on the counter of the sink. Her nimble fingers undid his pants and pushed them down, letting his already hard dick spring free.
He opened the cabinet below her, grabbed a condom and slid it on quickly and then entered her in one swift thrust. Her head fell back and she let out a soft moan. Juice captured one of her nipples between his lips. Kayleigh moaned again, but wiggled to get down.
Instead, Juice lifted her into his arms and moved them to the bed, staying joined with her as they tumbled into the clean sheets and set a hard and fast pace.
"Juice, I'm so close," she groaned.
Seconds later she was tumbling over the edge, bringing him right behind her. After throwing away the condom, Juice brought Kayleigh the towel and helped her clean up, before cleaning off himself.
She stood, still naked, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "Now you can go drink a beer with the guys while I get ready. I'll be out soon." She kissed him gently and quickly, let go, and then walked over to her things in the corner.
Kayleigh looked down at her clothes strewn across the floor and then shot a glare at Juice. "Do you have my panties?"
Juice just grinned at her.
"Damn it, Juice. I didn't pack any others."
"Well, I guess you'll just have to go without."
Kayleigh put her hands on her hips, but still couldn't help but smile back at him. "Juan Carlos, I brought a dress to wear tonight, and I'm not putting back on my jeans and t-shirt."
His smile turned into a devilish smirk and he stepped up close to her. "That just makes it so much better for later, baby. Less clothes to have to deal with when we're both drunk."
Kayleigh rolled her eyes but laughed and kissed him once more before turning to collect her dress and make up bag. As she headed back to the bathroom he left, closing the door behind him, and went to get a beer and chill until the party really started.
The clubhouse was filling up quick, other charter's members and friends were arriving, bringing with them their own groups of barely dressed, ready to party women. Juice was hanging by the pool tables with Chibs. Girls had been eyeing him and some tried to flirt with him since he'd come out into the main area, but he'd been ignoring them all waiting on Kayleigh.
Chibs smacked his arm and pointed across the bar. Juice's eyes found Kayleigh immediately as she walked across the room toward him. She'd left her hair down and had curled the ends to fall in big soft curls. Her dress was black and cut low in the front, past her breasts and half way to her navel. It fit her like a glove and stopped just far enough to go two inches farther down than needed to cover her ass. You could see the bottom third of her tiger stripe tattoo. When she came closer he could tell she was wearing strappy, black stilettos.
Almost all eyes were on her as she walked straight up to him. He set his beer down and stood from his chair.
"Hey, baby," he said. "You look hot as fuck. Come here." He grabbed her hand and turned her around so he could get the full view. The thin straps of her dress crisscrossed behind her back, but otherwise it was bare to her far lower back, revealing the majority of her wings.
Juice pulled Kayleigh close and whispered in her ear. "Jesus Christ, baby, do you want me to have to fight someone tonight?"
"Oh, come on, Juan Carlos, if you stake your claim now everyone will leave me alone," she whispered back, leaning back at the end to catch his eye.
He tipped her chin up and his other hand, that had been on the small of her back, trailed down to her ass, which he gripped hard. His mouth dominated hers as he kissed her, and she relaxed against him, letting him control the kiss.
A loud whistle broke them apart and Kayleigh turned to see who it was, smiling at the sight of Opie standing a few feet away with Jax.
"Y'all need a room," Jax said, grinning and chuckling at Juice and Kayleigh.
"They already did that, Jackie Boy," Chibs added before either of them could respond.
"How do you know?" Kayleigh asked.
"Juice came out of the dorms with that dumbass smile on his face, lass."
Kayleigh rolled her eyes, but smiled at Juice before looking back at Opie. "It's nice to see you back, Opie."
"Yeah, Jax told me I missed some shit, he uh… filled me in. Kayleigh-"
"I'm good, Opie, but thank you. Chibs let me beat the hell out of the prospect today to let off some frustration, so that was helpful."
Opie and Jax both laughed, since neither of them knew about her being in the ring with Half Sack.
"Did she kick his ass?" Jax asked Juice.
"Fuck yeah man, she's quick as hell and swings both ways."
"Please tell me you gave him hell, brother?" Jax asked Chibs.
"Of course I did, shite, he got his ass handed to him by a girl. She dodged every swing he made, a few came close, but ne never landed a hit. She made contact every time she swung."
"S'not my fault I have two older brothers and I grew up getting pummeled until I learned to hold my own."
"Yeah, tiger, lets go get you a drink," Juice said slapping her ass to get her moving.
The party was in full swing waiting for Bobby to show up until a sleek black car pulled into the lot.
Kayleigh stood with Juice as Clay walked up to the men who were getting out of the car. "That's the one guy that came into the bakery, the cigar guy," Kayleigh whispered to Juice, just before he went with the other guys to back up Clay as more men got out of the cars.
Soon after Zobelle left, Bobby arrived and then the party was really going. Juice was sitting with Kayleigh on his lap at the corner of the bar, talking to Half Sack, when Jax rejoined the party after leaving earlier.
Juice had a hell of a buzz going and he knew Kayleigh did, too. She had taken shot after shot with Piney a few hours ago, along with several beers. They had played pool, beer pong, he had introduced her to tons of different people, and they had even danced. Now all he wanted to do was take her to bed.
Kayleigh must have been thinking the same thing he was, because she slid off his lap, threw away her empty beer bottle, patted Sack on the shoulder and then grabbed Juice by the hand. She pulled him out of his seat and then down the hallway to the dorm rooms.
He'd made good use of her lack of panties earlier when she'd snuck off to the bathroom, and now he pushed her gently against the door, having every intention of having her again before they went to sleep.
It was early in the morning when they were woken up by Chibs knocking on the door. Church was in an hour. Juice took Kayleigh back to the house before heading to handle club business, leaving her curled up in bed with a kiss goodbye.
