AUTHOR'S NOTE: Surprise! I decided to give you a chapter early. You guys have been awesome and patient with all the rewrites for this. As you can see in this chapter, I am expanding the POV to Opie. I don't think I have wrote Opie before so I hope I do him justice. I can say one of things that I have been tackling while trying to write this is how I am going to portray Gemma's and Cheyenne's relationship. So I hope you enjoy this chapter. I am pretty sure most of you will like it.
After the oral/fingering incident at Gemma's, Cheyenne keeps her distance.
She did her best to avoid Jax and the clubhouse by extension. It was easy picking up more shifts at St. Thomas and helping out more with Isla. She even began to drive to work or take the bus.
Cheyenne knows whatever happened between her and Jax needs to just be left alone.
After that incident, she felt dirtier than she did after Wahewa. She blamed Wahewa on the fact she was young and was going to be leaving. In her lingering innocence she blames it on the fact it was the only way at the time to felt – they both felt – was the way to showcase their relationship.
But now she isn't 18. She is 27 with a budding career as an OBGYN. Even though she's back in Charming and she did miss home, she knows down the road there was that possibility she wouldn't be satisfied with the little town. Her professor even said big hospitals even look for new recruits who go back home for a bit. It would make her even more appealing.
And a part of her knew that Charming might not be forever. It could be a small detour.
And if she even thought of entertaining the possibility of her and Jax, she knows there will come a point that Charming won't be able to offer her what she needs to ever advance in her career. She also knows that it would mean accepting all the flaws that came with Jax and the club.
And Cheyenne can say being away for so long, and just knowing when she was younger she had plans to go to college, she never thought heavily on the lifestyle she grew up in. Sure, she held the hesitance of calling police and had a stash of burners. But she never thought of the sacrifices that came along with this lifestyle. She lived right on the edge that she wasn't that affected about the men's criminal empire.
And she knew with Jax that would follow her personally and professionally. Yet, she only thought of this if she would ever entertain her and Jax being a thing.
Yet, today, she knows she will have to face the consequences of another little tryst with Jax as its Opie's homecoming.
She along with Fawn and some croweaters are setting up the place while Gemma is out buying all the food and booze they need. The guys are nowhere to be found, which isn't surprising.
However as she and Fawn move tables and decorate them, her gaze keeps going back to the mug shots that were proudly on display that showcased present and past members.
All of this just felt wrong to her. Despite 9 years of absence, she didn't need to be here to know about Donna's hatred toward the club.
"Why is your face all scrunched up?" Fawn asks her as she wipes down a table with Lysol wipes. Cheyenne thinks these tables need to be soaked in bleach for them to really be clean.
Luckily, they are the only two inside. The croweaters have scurried off to the front and maybe the back bedrooms.
"Doesn't all this seem wrong?"
Fawn frowns. "Throwing Opie a party?"
Cheyenne shakes her head. "Throwing the party here."
It doesn't seem right that Opie will be spending most of the day here at the clubhouse when he needs to be a home with Donna and the kids. Inevitably it's just going to put Donna on the spot in confronting her feelings about her husband being home and what the means for him and his relationship with the club. Besides, there were two kids who didn't really know their father and they would be seeing everyone else being happy about his return when they really didn't have a reason why.
For a moment, Cheyenne thinks Fawn would be on Donna's side, but her words prove otherwise. "Donna knew who she was marrying. If she was really unhappy she would've left five years ago."
Cheyenne looks at her friend and thinks she's is a complicated mess. And as much as she loves her friend, she wants to open her mouth about the fact she and her brother would never work between. Fawn is too much of a constant push and pull. She wants to ask what is keeping Fawn here as all there seems to be is anger towards an absent father and her meager job as a waitress at Lumpy's.
"It isn't that simple." Cheyenne tells her. There are kids in the mix. History that Donna has to fight to face the present, but most importantly it's her heart fighting a battle. "Love isn't that simple. It's complicated and messy."
"Sounds like you're speaking from experience."
Cheyenne shakes her head because she wasn't. She believes she never really experienced a relationship that had some intense burning love. She has only received headaches from men. But she grew up around other couples. "I've had experience in seeing a lot of relationships."
Fawn bites her lip as she leans against a table. "Is that what makes Lip and Nina so difficult."
Cheyenne looks at her friend cautiously. This is the first time Fawn has ever mentioned Lip and Nina in the same sentence. Cheyenne knows that it would be the perfect time to ask Fawn about what she is doing with Lip, but she doesn't.
"I think Lip doesn't know how to separate the love he has for Nina for giving him Isla to just Nina herself. Those two seem to be interconnected." She tells her friend.
Cheyenne also thinks her brother hates himself for loving Nina in a way that matters. The way they grew up watching their mother and father.
Their conversation comes to a halt as Half Sack comes in carrying a box of booze followed by a blonde biker Cheyenne was doing everything in her power to avoid.
"How you girls doing?" Jax asks as he looks between the two of them. She purposefully makes herself look busy scrubbing a table.
"I think you guys need to audition more croweaters," Fawn chirps as she looks at the empty bottle of Lysol wipes. "Ugh, Half Sack, you're coming with me. We need some more cleaning supplies."
"I don't know why you guys are scrubbing things down, it's only going to get dirty again," Jax points out.
"One this is a family orientated event we don't need to be sitting on my long lost kids from you guys," Fawn quips. "You boys are fucking disgusting."
Cheyenne doesn't even hide her grimace at Fawn's words.
"Fawn do you even know half of the weird shit your dad does?" Jax counters and eyes the bar where even Cheyenne cringes at. Cheyenne does not want to know what Tig has done to that bar.
"What dad are you talking about?" Fawn remarks innocently as she grabs her purse and drags the Prospect out the door.
Just like that she is left alone with Jax. Just her fucking luck, she thinks.
Luckily, she still has a few wipes left and she begins cleaning the tables, but she can feel Jax's eyes on her every move.
"Are you going to continue to stare or you going to say something?" She says. She thinks she has never seen the clubhouse so empty and deserted.
"I don't want things to be weird." Jax starts. "I also don't want you to think I'm treating you like some sort of sweetbutt."
"Jax, I was a willing participate of what happened." She replies.
"Do you think about what happened at Wahewa?" He asks her.
"If I didn't I don't think we would be where we are now." She tells him. Despite the distance and seeing him over holiday breaks, it was always in the back of her mind. "Do you?"
"More than I should." He answers her.
Cheyenne plays with the lid of the Lysol canister. "I don't want to mess up our friendship Jax because of whatever the fuck we're doing."
"What are we doing?"
"I don't fucking know that's the problem," she tells him.
They both can tell this conversation is going nowhere and right now in such a public space isn't exactly a good time to hash out their feelings. Instead Jax runs a hand down his face before he turns back to look at her. "I'm going down to Chino with Donna to pick up Opie. After the party and stuff, we should talk."
Cheyenne nods her head stiffly. After all, his dick was in her mouth and they already had sex, the least she could do was have an adult conversation.
"Jax," she calls out to him as he heads to the door.
"Yeah?"
"Ride safe."
"Always."
…
Harry Winston is a free fucking man.
After five years in Chino Correctional Facility, Opie is free from prison bars, shitty food, and washing skids from underwear. Now he is about to be back in Charming free from having to watch where he took his piss and shit.
He is finally reunited with his family and even if his kids looked at him like a stranger and Donna didn't know whether to hug him or slap him, he would take that any day over rotting another day in a jail cell. But the one thing that hadn't left him and he knows wouldn't be going away soon is his insomnia. He doesn't know if it is just the excitement from his release, or the fact his mind is going haywire about where his life is going to go after this and what his release meant for his family.
But sleeping with one eye open every night, despite the protections of the Nords, is probably the cause of his restlessness.
Despite not wanting to leave his family in the motel room, he thinks he can use a smoke. Relax some of his nerves. Besides he doesn't have to trade the beloved sticks of nicotine for contraband.
He steps outside onto the balcony and he surprised to find Jax up smoking a cigarette.
"Hey," Jax greets after taking a long drag of his cigarette. Thankfully they can skip the formalities of asking how he feels to be out and all the other bullshit. They both did time and Jax knows how he feels. How it feels to taste freedom again.
Instead Opie asks about the one thing he can while Donna is asleep. "How's the club?"
Jax levels him with a look that he can't probably read in the moonlight. "Business is the usual. It's quiet outside of the Mayans occasionally wanting to show whose dick is bigger, but nothing that could get us on the Feds radar."
"How's Charming?"
"Hale looks for any opening he can do bring some franchise or development, but it fails every time. Although Cheyenne's back." Jax tells him with a smile.
Opie flashes his own teeth at the thought of Cheyenne, a girl who was much like the sister he never had. She hadn't been able to see him in the past few months as she told him that she was busy racking up hours for her residency.
Despite living for her visits, he couldn't begrudge her. After all, she has become a fucking doctor. He is proud of her.
"Maybe we should all head to the cabin. Enjoy the Pollyanna phase of my release before it's back to reality."
Jax nods his head and he looks back to the motel room that encases the Winston family. "That'll work itself out, bro."
"I hope so," Opie mutters as he tries not to think of Donna's cold gaze as Jax handed him his leather kutte.
…
Cheyenne is sitting on Lip's bed as he lathers himself down in some lotion and after shave. Cheyenne is already dressed up in a red backless dress with skinny straps, a high rounded neckline that crisscross and tie over an alluring open back with scalloped trim. It's an outfit that she knows it probably going to be the most conservative.
Lip is already in his usual jeans and plan navy t-shirt.
Isla has decided she wanted to spend the day with Gemma and would meet them at the clubhouse.
"Does the situation with Opie worry you especially since you have Isla?"
Nina isn't a suitable caregiver and if her brother would get locked up there is a chance that if Nina ever got her shit together it could be used against him. Luckily the only time Lip was locked up was when Nina was sober for once and Isla was two years old.
Lip nods his head. "I do. But it gives me a good reason not to do stupid reckless shit. Club has been quiet, Chey."
"It won't always be, Lip." She informs her brother. Once in a while a storm will have to brew before it regresses back to normal. "Besides, I'm not just talking about the obvious jail time. She's going to question you on the club and what you do."
"You think I don't know that," Lip snaps. "You don't think I already don't know she knows who her father is."
Cheyenne frowns as she doesn't mean to upset her brother, but he needs to hear this especially if Isla is so close to the Winston family. "There's going to come a chance where someone else will tell the truth before you."
"Where is this all coming from?"
Cheyenne honestly doesn't know, but its truth that inevitable. "Donna seems so sad." She tells him as she thinks of the prison widow. The short brunette woman always looks sad, angry, and lonely. "Nina was sad." She points out and her brother can't hide the wince.
Cheyenne fully believes that the sin of Nina continually shooting up drugs is on her. Yet, they can't overlook what makes her turn to $40 fixes then her own husband. The causes of why she prefers drugs over him and their daughter. Cheyenne could bet the club plays a role in that. After all as much as she loves her brother and supports him, he has flaws and faults that destroyed their doomed marriage. "It's the women that inevitably suffer not the men." She says to him.
…
Gemma can say she is honestly impressed with how well Cheyenne and Fawn cleaned the place up for Opie's homecoming / 4th of July party. She could say it was nice for once to step back and not be in control of this. Besides it wasn't as if the efforts would be appreciated.
Gemma never had a problem with Donna per say. After all, the women didn't bail and when the ATF swooped in after flagging Opie's connection to the club, she didn't rat or budge. And Donna earned more respect from Gemma. Even if Donna wouldn't acknowledge it, she was an old lady through and through. She thinks that's why Donna is so angry because she has become what she swore she wouldn't be.
But after five years, Gemma is done psychoanalyzing Donna Winston. Opie's home now and the concern for his family are back in his hands. She loves Ope, but this situation isn't something she could interfere with. It wasn't her place, for now. If their shit started affecting the club then she would nub that shit in the bub.
Besides, Gemma is more concerned for the new, but familiar face back on the lot. Since Cheyenne's return, she hasn't really gotten to have one on one time with the girl she practically raised like her own flesh and blood.
It wasn't as if Cheyenne is drastically different. She is the same girl for the most part, quiet and reserved. But Gemma isn't blind. Cheyenne now possesses a body of a woman. Black long hair with bright wide and round grey eyes and even worse she has fucking brains.
It is a combination that is deadly to her son.
She knew the two of them were close when they were young. Always had been, but she isn't blind to how Jax eyes her as she grew up. They were always too in sync with each other. Gemma felt like she didn't know everything that was going on between the two. That scared her. With Lip, he is an easy book to read. Cheyenne is an enigma. You never knew what was going on unless she wanted you to know.
Besides she isn't blind to the fact that after Isla's dance recital the two had disappeared and when Chey returned she looked a little flush. She would like to think Jax wouldn't screw around with Cheyenne considering Lip was a patched member, but she knew it would fit the MO of her son.
Gemma finds the raven hair beauty standing in a corner watching the party. She sort of sticks out wearing a bright wear sundress that showcase toned legs and her curves, for a minute she looks like her mother.
God, Gemma hasn't thought about Cheryl Darabont in years. She remembers Cheryl doing the same thing with standing in corners of parties watching everyone. It wasn't until Lionel she finally moved from the corner and the rest they say is history. Dead history.
"Enjoying the party?" Gemma asks.
"Reminds me of when I was a kid. Everyone is just waiting for the families to leave so the real party can start."
Gemma chuckles at that. "Thanks for helping set up. You and Fawn did great."
"You don't need to thank me. It was for Opie."
"Jax mentioned you used to go visit Opie in Chino." Gemma says.
Cheyenne nods her head. "Well Opie is like a brother and it wasn't a far ride. I tried my best to make sure he knew he still had people on the outside."
"You know we're real proud of you sweetheart," Gemma tells her truthfully. "And I'm glad you returned back home, I'm sure it wasn't an easy decision."
A look passes through Cheyenne's eyes and Gemma would have missed it if she wasn't trying to read something off Cheyenne. "It was actually fairly easy." Cheyenne replies as she looks back at the party. "You know Donna is looking pretty lonely, I'm going to go see if she's alright."
Gemma lets her leave without any resistance and she makes a note to remind herself to dig into Cheyenne's happenings down in college.
…
Cheyenne free from Gemma walks over to Donna, who is standing by the jukebox; there is a slightly sour look on her face. Cheyenne grabs a soda can and when she reaches the brunette offers it to her.
She knows that Donna is uncomfortable with the party. The clubhouse is the last place Donna wants to be, but she knows that right now is not the time to cause a scene or to begin washing her and Opie's dirty laundry. After all, it's only been 24 hours since he was released. What she feels now may not be there in two weeks. Although she imagines five years of anger and bitter resentment won't disappear so easily if Donna's behavior is any indication.
"You doing okay?" Cheyenne asks her.
"Actually I'm good for now. I can make it a couple more hours." Donna replies. "Besides, the kids are having fun and I won't have to cook tonight."
"Well you're entitled to all the leftovers."
"After watching Tig double dip in everything, I'll pass." Both Donna and Cheyenne chuckle.
Donna fiddles with the pop can. "So I hear we're going to the cabin tonight."
"Huh?" Cheyenne says confused.
"Jax must've not told you."
"Told me what?"
"We're all supposed to be heading to the cabin. Me and Ope, you and Jax, Lip and Fawn –"
"I heard my name," Fawn says jumping into the conversation.
"Apparently, we're going to the cabin tonight." Cheyenne states.
"Oh yeah, for old time sake," Fawn says. "It'll be fun and the preferred party honestly. Besides, you should try and find someone to bring." Fawn says winking at her.
"What?"
Fawn stands next to Cheyenne and wraps her arms around her shoulder. Cheyenne looks at Donna with a raised eyebrow, but the mother of two shrugs her shoulders.
"Cheyenne, you come in here wearing red giving all these guy's hard-ons, knowing that they are not brave enough to approach."
Cheyenne rolls her eyes. "You're being ridiculous."
"No I'm not," Fawn insists and looks at Donna for to back her up.
Donna eventually shrugs her shoulders.
Fawn sighs. "When's the last time you had a good fuck?"
Donna coughs on her soda.
"Oh, Jesus, Fawn. Really?" Cheyenne groans as she rolls her eyes. She doesn't even give her friend a response as she scans the party and feeling a pair of eyes on her, they connect with the cool blue ones of Jax's.
…
A couple hours later, Cheyenne finds herself outside in the woods, an almost two hours outside of Charming. Cheyenne at first thought they were going to go to Piney's cabin, but Fawn snorted as she drove to the secluded cabin.
Cheyenne leans forward as she gathers some of the warmth from the fire pit. Donna is wrapped up in Opie's arms and for the first time that night, the couple look relaxed. Fawn and Lip are next to each other. Legs brushing together and Cheyenne rolls her eyes as the two are often caught in long hooded stares.
She's next to Jax, who is sitting upright intent on rolling a joint. They all talk and laugh about the past. The various shit Lip, Opie, and Jax would get themselves into despite knowing nothing got past Jax's drill sergeant of a mother. Of course, Cheyenne's and Fawn's dirty laundry got aired and considering Fawn's sperm donor, there is some crazy shit Cheyenne got mixed up into because of association instead of doing. Cheyenne can still remember sitting in the Principal's office with Gemma, Tig, and Fawn with Martha Wheeler and her mother Gretchen. Cheyenne and Fawn were accused of filling the girl's locker with honey and rigging shaving cream mixed with food dye to spray in her face. Till this day neither of them had ever copped to doing the deed despite receiving a two weeks' worth of detention.
Soon, Jax passes his joint around and the night gets darker and despite loosened tongues from the weed and alcohol, they stick to talking about the past as the present seems too heavy to discuss. And Cheyenne finds she is okay with that.
But soon Donna and Opie are claiming they want to take advantage of Neeta watching the kids at Gemma's. The reunited couple bid goodbye to make most of the rest of their night. Cheyenne isn't surprised that Lip claims that Fawn needs an escort and Fawn is all too eager to agree.
Then it's just her and Jax, but she isn't ready to go back to Charming. Not yet at least. She says as much to Jax as they move the party of two back inside.
Cheyenne grabs them a couple beers from the fridge and Jax is lighting up the fireplace more for the light than the warmth.
"Too bad we don't have any marshmallows and chocolate," she tells him as she sits on the couch.
"I'll make sure to have the Prospect bring some up here for the future." Jax replies as he plops down on the couch.
"When was the last time this place was even used?" She asks as she eyes the dusty furniture.
"Not for a while. Piney sometimes disappears up here, but you know he ain't cleaning shit." Jax tells her, which she agrees on.
She leans her head back on the couch as she plays with the tab of her beer. "Donna seemed more relax when we were here than the clubhouse." She points out.
"I think my mom puts her on edge." Jax says truthfully. And he knows how his mom is when it comes to the club and with how Donna was acting she didn't exactly hide how she felt about it.
"I know since I was away…I don't really know the struggle she went through, but I hope they can work it out for themselves."
Jax nods his head as he agrees on that. He knows five years was a long time for his brother and that he is also a different man. But he looks at Cheyenne and furrows his brows. "You know you never talk about your time away."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know. I thought you would talk about some of the friends you made, professors…maybe for you to brag, I guess." He tells her even though he knows Cheyenne was never the type to brag. He just thought he would hear more because it wasn't as if he wasn't asking for details. "Lip used to considering all the offers you were supposedly getting down there. I think he even tracked down one of those journals you were published in."
"It was school, Jax. Not much to brag about." Cheyenne replies. "Plus nothing exciting really happened."
It wasn't home.
"No friends?" He ponders.
"I did have a few close ones," she says and she shakes her head. She had a lot of friends and colleagues, but she knows her abrupt departure fractured some of that. And she knows how fast gossip ran through hospitals and she could only imagine what was being said. Since she came home, she tried her best not to think about the driving force that drew her back home and to pull her plug on her residency for Charming.
"What happened?"
"I came home, Jax." She tells him and she shivers at memories she does her best to block away. Because she's home and safe. And she does her best not to think about how being with Jax is the safest she felt in a long time.
"You cold?" Jax asks mistaking the shudder of memories for coldness.
"Maybe a little." She tells him.
Jax brings his arm around her and some of the tension of the memories leaves her body. She thinks Jax's body is too comfortable and right now would be the perfect time to talk about their heated moments of their relationship. But neither of them seems in a hurry to break the silence.
Instead, his hands run through her hair and she knows if she was a cat she would be purring as she moves closer to him.
Jax fights back the smile as Cheyenne seems to melt into him. He likes how easily she seems to melt into him as he drifts from her long black hair to her shoulders and exposed back thanks to her dress.
Jax leans his head down as he looks at her. He has always known that Cheyenne was beautiful. Even when she was a little girl, she possessed something that they all knew would cause hell when she grew up. But now, she is something fierce that went along with her beauty. She is something that he knows no man, including him, would be able to possess or own. His hand that is rubbing soothing patterns on her shoulder trails up and tangles in her hair. He tilts her head so she's looking at him cheeks flushed from their drinks and maybe a bit of something else. He knows this is too dangerous for them being left alone in a whole cabin together.
"Ready for bed?" He asks her lowly. His eyes trail from her lips to her grey eyes.
"To go to bed or to go to sleep?" She replies boldly. All inhibitions go straight out the fucking window.
Lips clash desperately together. She welcomes the kiss readily. She tastes sweet, intoxicating, and his memory surfaces from a couple weeks ago and then back to Wahewa. But even before that when she was still only 17 and innocent. It's familiar, but yet still different.
Wrapping his arm around her waist, he brings her to his lap, straddling him, thighs encasing him.
His warm hand creeps under her dress. He gropes her above the thin lacy fabric of her panties. Cheyenne moans into his mouth. Her hands are anchored in his long blonde tresses.
His fingers skim over her hips and she jumps when he pushes the lacy boy shorts to the side and pets her clit. She buries her face into his neck as he eases steadily between her folds. Her hips are quivering as she matches the slow pace of his fingers.
Her lips travel across his jaw and down his neck as her hands come down and begin to pop open the button of his jeans. He can tell she is insistent about removing his clothes, but they go unheeded as he speeds up his pace, he can feel her eyelashes fluttering against his neck. Her body begins to coil and he brings her head up as he brings her into a burning and bruising kiss as he feels the flutter of her walls.
She falls boneless against him as he fingers her to completion. He peppers her skin with kisses and lovebites. When her cumbersome dress gets in the way, he easily unzips it and watches as it falls down her shoulders revealing her bare chest, nipples pebbled they almost look painful. Jax licks his lips at this. She sits upright as she drops her arms and the dress falls completely until it is scrunched up her lower abdomen and her thighs.
His hand comes back up and clutches her face, and molds their mouths together. She easily indulges him as his tongue darts in her mouth, swiping against her own.
But she pushes him back against the couch and he easily let's her take control as she tugs his kutte off and many layers leaving him in just his jeans. Her grey eyes are set ablaze with lust as she yanks him back to her in a hungry kiss, tongue invading his mouth. Her hips grind against him and when he is about to flip their position on the couch, she pulls back from his lips, hers swollen and voice husky, "Take me to bed?"
He doesn't need to be asked twice.
Cheyenne clings to his shoulder as he picks her up and she kisses him silly as he makes the short trek to one of the bedrooms. He almost abandons the search for the bed for the comfort of the wooden floor as she nips on his lips and he can feel her wetness against his belly.
Reaching a room, he plops her onto the bed. Her back bounces against the lumpy, old mattress as the springs protest as Jax covers her. He pulls her dress off her and collects her panties and throws them to the floor.
Cheyenne frees him from his constricting gear and along with his jeans his black briefs find a home on the floor as he kicks them off along with his shoes and socks. She pulls him plush against her and he eases between her thighs.
She chokes out a moan as she tilts her hips to meet his as he fills her up. Jax chuckles at the sound and presses kisses to her vibrant neck. He thinks she feels even better than he fucking remembered as she uses her muscle to squeeze. "Shit, Chey," he groans as he tries not to bust his load right there and then. He looks down at her hair flared across the pillow, lips red and swollen, with purple and red bites littering her neck. Jax thinks he is one fucking lucky man. He brings her into a long, slow kiss that is surprisingly gentle.
Cheyenne sighs into his mouth as his pelvis crashes into her own. He has a bruising grip on her hip as he goes back to leaving little red hickies on the swells of her breasts. The pace feels experimental as if he is trying to find the rhythm that's right for them. Cheyenne thinks this is different from Wahewa, where he was more rough and desperate.
"Jax," she moans as despite him making her fill full, she needs some more. Jax seems to sense that.
Soon Jax changes their position as he moves her leg from his waist up to his shoulder and sets a punishing pace. Cheyenne eyes practically roll to the back of her head. "Shit," she stutters out from the angle of his thrusts.
He presses a kiss to her pulse point from where his head is buried in her neck. "Fuck," he curses as he slams into her G-Spot, her tight heat encasing him.
Each thrust of his hips shakes her body beneath him. She's so damn close as her quads quiver from their position. She's right on the edge of oblivion when he brings her knees flush against her chest and sends her to a vicious orgasm. Her vision is blurry and her head spins, but he fucks her straight through it all. He captures her mouth in a searing kiss and she swallows his blissful moan as he finds his release. She's overstimulated and shuddering as his hips do shallow thrusts and the feel of him filling her up.
Her chest burns desperate for air as he goes rigid on top of her and crumples into her chest as if he simply belongs there – fits there.
But her mind doesn't venture too far as sleep possesses her body.
…
Cheyenne wakes up feeling sore and crinkles her nose at the assault of stale linen. But, she finds that wasn't what woke her up; it was the pressing of her bladder. It's then she recognizes her surroundings and the arm draped across her waist and the source of her soreness.
Luckily, she knows that Jax is a deep sleeper when his guard is down. She's easily able to crawl out from under his arm and sneak into the bathroom. She relieves her bladder, but she cringes at the state of her body or more so the mess between her thighs.
After waking up from the first round, Cheyenne had dashed up from the bed to pee and clean the mess. When she came back from the bathroom, she found Jax awake laying in the bed, climbing back into bed, he then proceeded to spend the next thirty minutes fucking her.
She knows that the two of them have just created a bigger mess for themselves. But for now she decides the only thing she needs to focus on is a shower.
Feeling fresh and renewed and not like the personal cum dumpster of Jax Teller, with a towel wrapped around her body, she heads back into the bedroom where Jax is still sleeping softly. She finds her dress on the floor and slips it over her heated skin.
She unsure of whether she should wake him up or let him sleep, but her cowardliness gets the best of her as she thinks she can use some time for herself so she can think about the next course of action. She leaves the bedroom and heads down the hallway and into the living room where she finds her underwear and Jax's shirt and kutte. She folds his shirt and places it on the coffee table and lays his kutte across from it. Considering her only ride out of here is on the back of Jax's bike, she puts her underwear back on.
"I think they look better off."
Cheyenne jumps as she flattens her skirt at the sound of his husky voice laden with sleep. Thankfully he decided to slip his boxers and jeans on.
With him shirtless, she eyes the group of hickeys on his neck. Her neck looks even worse.
"How you feeling?" He asks her.
"Fine. You?"
"I feel like a leper," he tells her with a teasing glint as he eyes the work he has done on her.
"My chest is even worse." She tells him.
"I would say I was sorry," he says unapologetically.
Cheyenne folds her arms across her chest. "I don't want to reduce what happened or has happened as a mistake."
He nods his head and he looks away his face scrunched in thought before he turns back to her. "Where does this go, Chey?"
"I don't know." She tells him with a frown. "But until we do…I don't think…I don't think I can be alone with you."
