Thank you everyone who is reading. I'm trying to channel the old Juice through this story as I'm not so sure how I feel about the Juice we witnessed at the end of Season 6. He's very lost and empty now, so I'm trying to remember the happier times :)
Juice was released from the hospital 4 days later. The guys had been released from prison on bail and Juice was able to go home instead of back to the jail, which he was very relieved about. He couldn't wait to get out of there.
Addalyn had been by his side every chance she got. It was like a switch in her head had flipped. She knew she may be venturing down a dangerous path by letting him back in so easily, but the picture of him lying helpless in that hospital bed alone broke her.
The couple hadn't had the discussion yet about where Juice's "home" would be once he was released. He was afraid to push Addalyn too far by asking to come home, but he couldn't bare another lonely night at the clubhouse. Especially since he knew there would be a coming home party for all of them and he wouldn't get much rest.
Addalyn finished getting ready and headed off to the hospital to pick Juice up. She began thinking about what it would be like once he was out. She decided she would bring him to their house. It was still his, hell he still owned it, and now that they were officially back together he should be able to be comfortable at his own home while he was still recuperating.
She made it to St. Thomas and headed in to help him out to the car. He was still pretty sore but he was trying to be a macho man and refuse help. She knew the game he played and wasn't going to let him fool her.
She made it to his room, only to find some of his brothers already there "helping" him.
"C'mon man, let's see the battle scars. Can't be nearly as bad as the one in your ass from your big black boyfriend." Tig tried to reason in a joking manner.
Addalyn listened for a second before making her presence known. Juice hadn't told her the reasoning behind his "accident" and she wasn't ready to pry it from him. She wasn't even sure if she really wanted to know.
The heads of Tig, Bobby and Chibs all swung around in her direction once they noticed Juice smiling like an idiot at someone in the doorway.
"Ey lass. It's good to see you again." Chibs leaned in and hugged her. None of his brothers had known about her being back in the picture yet, she wasn't surprised they didn't know. She hadn't ran into them yet.
"It's good to see you too, Chibs." She pulled back from him and smiled at the other two men "Hi Tig, Hi Bobby."
"Hey sweetheart. How have you been? Taking care of our Juicy boy here I see." Bobby winked at her and then smiled at Juice.
"Trying to." She kept it short. She wasn't sure how much they knew about her and Juice's breakup so she was a little nervous.
"Alright Juicy, we'll leave you and the lady to get outta here. We'll see you tonight. Will we see you tonight, Miss Addalyn?" Tig questioned, looking at her with a look only Tig could give. In a weird way, she had missed it.
"Yea, we'll be there." Juice answered for both of them.
The men piled out of the room and Juice headed to the bathroom to get dressed, but not before giving her a quick kiss on the lips. "Just let me get dressed and we'll get the hell out of this shit hole."
"Need any help? I know you're still in some pain and don't try to pretend you're not." She giggled as he rolled his eyes. She still knew him better then he knew himself.
"No, I don't need any help getting dressed, but I will need help later getting UNdressed." He stressed the UN part and chuckled as she swatted his backside before he hustled into the bathroom. It was refreshing to feel like the same couple they used to be, he just hoped that feeling lasted.
Juice was going to ask where she was taking him, but he knew the route very well. It was the route to the house, not the clubhouse. He hated being in a cage, but he knew Addalyn would NEVER let him ride his bike home from the hospital, so he just let her drive him and never even questioned it.
"Do you need to get some stuff from your dorm room now?" She asked him like him coming back home was nothing. He went along with it, afraid if he said the wrong thing he would spook her.
"Nah, I can just get stuff later when we head there for the party."
"About that…"she was nervous to tell him she didn't want to go, she couldn't even use work as an excuse because it was Saturday night and she didn't have classes on Saturday's during the summer. "I don't know if I feel up to it. We just got back together, I'm not sure I'm ready to see everyone else yet."
"C'mon babe. It will be fun. The guys will be fine and you'll get to see Tara too. I want you there with me. Please?" He reached across the center console and laced her fingers with his.
"You know you shouldn't be drinking yet. Especially with the pain killers they gave you." She was trying to think of every possible way out of this, but she knew deep down it wasn't going to work.
"I'll be fine, I won't drink that much. Just say yes, please Addie?" She glanced over at him and he gave her his famous puppy dog eyes and pouty lip. How could she resist?
"Alright." He smiled at his victory.
Juice had a few clean clothes at the house that Addalyn must have dug out from wherever she kept them after he had left. He had a pair of pants and a white t-shirt. That was all he needed aside from his cut. He got dressed and waited on Addalyn. He wished he could take the bike, but it was still at the clubhouse and he knew Addalyn would not take him there earlier to get it right after leaving the hospital. He would have to bring it home tonight.
Juice sat on the couch waiting for Addalyn. She emerged from the bedroom and he almost choked on his own spit. She had tight black leggings on, knee high black boots and a lime green flowing chiffon top. Her hair was pulled into a low, messy bun and her make-up was lightly touched up. He hadn't seen her like this in a long time, and he couldn't believe that she was all his, still baring the tattoo to prove it.
"I'm ready." She breezed past him, not noticing that he hadn't taken his eyes off of her since she walked into the room.
She headed over to the counter where her clutch sat and her car keys. He snatched them out of her hands. "I'm driving, I don't need anyone waiting on me anymore."
She didn't answer him, she knew it was hard for him to let others wait on him so she decided to let him take charge.
The clubhouse was packed. Addalyn felt a wave of nervousness rush over her as they exited the car. Juice could tell by the expression on her face that she was a little overwhelmed, it had been a while since she had been here during a party.
He walked around to her side of the car, grabbed her and gave a slight squeeze reassuring her that it would be alright. She glanced at him and flashed a faint smile before following him through the doors.
The party was still raging at 2:00 am. Things were going pretty smoothly. All the guys had made a point to say hello and talk to Addalyn for a little bit. They had missed her being around. Especially seeing Juice back to his normal self now that she was back.
She had spent most of the night talking toTara. She had missed having an actual person around her age to talk with. She loved the girls at the studio, but when the night was over they went their separate ways, never really interacting outside of work.
She was getting tired and a little drunk. It had been a long time since she had spent a night drinking. She looked over at Juice, who was already eyeing her. He nodded his head towards the door and she shook her head yes in response. He immediately stood up and said his good byes to his brothers.
Addalyn said good night to Tara and followed Juice out the door. "Leave your car here tonight, we'll get it in the morning. We can take the bike home." Juice had kept his promise of not excessively drinking, especially once he noticed Addalyn had been doing her share of it.
She just shook her head in agreement and headed to his bike. He climbed on, handed her his helmet and helped her swing her foot over and get situated.
The roar of the engine purred in her chest and she relished the feeling. It was something she hadn't even noticed she missed as much as she had. Juice threw the kickstand up and she snaked her arms around his waist and pulled herself as close to him as she could.
They barely made it through the front door. Their hands were all over each other. Their lips hadn't parted since they both hopped off the bike in the driveway. Juice didn't know if he would be able to make it to the bedroom, he wanted her and wanted her that instant.
He slid his cut off before picking her up and wrapping her legs around his waist, carrying her to the couch. No, he knew he wasn't going to make it to the bedroom. He laid her down on the couch. He sat up and slowly unzipped each boot, making sure to take his time and caress each of her strong calves with his hands. She gazed at him while biting her lower lip. She knew it drove him over the edge when she did that.
He couldn't take it anymore. He ripped her leggings off her sleek legs, revealing to him that she had chosen to wear no panties this particular night. The thought of her wrapped around him on the bike with nothing on under the thin layer of material drove him wild. Before he could even think about removing the fabric that covered her upper body he needed to taste her. He missed the taste of her and was craving her.
He kneeled on the floor while pulling her body to the edge of the couch. She knew what he was about to do. He was a master at it and her body was aching in anticipation. He dipped his head between her legs and gently pressed his tongue to her most sensitive area. He felt her buck underneath him and tried to hold her steady. He continued his assault on her. He swirled and contorted his tongue in ways she didn't even know were possible.
She couldn't take it anymore, she needed to have him inside of her that second. She pulled on his arms, signaling to him that she wanted him. He stood up and rid himself of his pants and boxers. He didn't even have time to take his shirt off before she yanked him down to her. He positioned himself over her and entered her, not slowly and gently like the last time but this time hard and rough. He began pounding into her and he could tell she was already nearing her release. He flipped them over and watched her perched atop of him, riding him into her ecstasy. Seeing her toss her head back and call out in pleasure made him lose himself inside of her.
He looked at her, a look of pure bliss and content on her face. He was more in love with her then he ever thought he could be and he hoped he would never lose her again.
