Hey guys! What's up!? We made it to 75 reviews! And look! Only a little over a month since the last update! And y'all didn't believe I'd actually written this whole chapter already. Shame. First before we get started, I'd like to shout out to some of the awesome reviewers:

Holly (Guest): Thank you so much! I know. WE all want to believe Jax is a saint, but really? He's not. And I do have some awesome-ness planned for the couple. As for a jealous Jax? Hadn't thought about it, but it's a good thought(;

rockinBallerina: haha! She definitely should.

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It had been three months since that encounter in the forest. Three months of pure bliss… well, mostly.

Things weren't bad, not at all. Everything was just a little bit…odd. McKinnley was at Jax's house every weekend and at least once after she closed down the shelter. She had first walked into Jax's home after a 15 minute drive into the quiet suburban neighborhood. She was surprised when she walked into his home and didn't see a run down old house. It wasn't grand by any means, but it was clean, new appliances, matching furniture and a 60" flat screen adorned the wall above the fireplace. When she looked at him questionably as if to say, 'I thought you were only a mechanic?' he shrugged his shoulders, tugged her closer by the belt loops on her jeans and commented, "Ma pays for a lot of it. Abel has tons of medical bills I'm working on." Then silenced any retort by pulling her in for a kiss.

That was three days after the encounter.

That was the only time he mentioned any family.

Sure, she didn't talk about her mom a lot—she didn't even know her—but, she loved to talk about her dad, and her life growing up in Utah. Jax never talked about his childhood, or his daily activities for that matter. But she brushed it off as having a rough life growing up, and didn't press the matter.

Those dates Jax promised?

Didn't happen.

At least, not the way she thought they would. They were rarely alone, which caused the couple to only ever have steamy makeouts, a little grinding or maybe oral. Never the real deal. Usually their "dates" consisted of taking Abel to the zoo in Stockton, or a park downtown, or a quiet dinner and movie at home.

McKinnley loved spending time with Abel but when you have a boyfriend(?) like Jax, she wanted some alone time.

And then there were the phone calls. Any time his surprisingly cheap phone would ring, he'd completely leave the room before answering it. Sure he could definitely be cheating, but was it cheating if you didn't even have a label yet?

So, McKinnley was confused.

It had barely been five days since Christmas, and Mick was finally ready to question Jax on their status.

Walking into the Teller home, she knocked on the door, shuffling in her boots when the door finally opened to a beaming Abel.

"Ms. Mickey! My daddy just finished helping me build de Lego spaceship you boughted me for Christmas! It's super cool! It's the biggest Lego I've ever seen! There's even flames at the bottom—"

"Abel! It's cold out, let McKinnley come inside and get warm."

"Oh yeah! Come in, Nana made hot chocolate for me, and there's some left for you."

She couldn't help but chuckle as she stepped from the cold into the warmth of Jax's home. Abel was pulling her into a soft kiss, whispering, "hey baby. I gotta talk to you about something."

"Hey, me too."

Jax nodded in acceptance and sent Abel to his room to fetch his spaceship to show McKinnley.

"Did you want some hot chocolate?" McKinnley nodded shyly, nervously playing with her finger. "Don't stress babe. Was just gonna invite you to a New Year's party."

"Oh. I'm assuming it's a child appropriate party…?" They've never actually been out, just the two of them.

Jax chuckled. "Hell no. I got Neeta for the night. It's a party that my old motorcycle club is hosting. Thought we could go hang out for a while."

McKinnley nodded. Jax had told her about his old club, the Sons of Anarchy. He said he'd got out when Abel was born, and now just drove his bike for fun. "Alright. So, we going separately?"

"Nah. I got to show the guys my girl. I can meet you there, I've got shit to help set up, but I wanna show you off." It was so tough holding in her 13 year old squawk. Did he just admit they were a couple?

She cleared her throat and clarified, "Your girlfriend?"

Jax smirked and pulled her hips toward his own. "That's such a prepubescent term, but yeah. You're my girl." Then their lips were attacking each other, Jax lifting her ass onto the countertop, grinding his pelvis into hers, reaching one calloused hand to the button of her jeans, popping it open and drifting his fingers downward as he felt her warm heat—

"Eeww!"

The two had never jumped so high. McKinnley had completely forgot that Abel was still in the house and turned tomato red when she saw Abel covering his eyes with one hand, spaceship in the other.

"Sorry buddy." Jax said sheepishly while Mick fixed her pants. "We were just talking."

"Mmmhmm. I know what kissing is. So does this mean you two loves each other?"

It was an innocent enough question, but a loaded one nonetheless.

"Uh. It's a different kind of love buddy. One only grown ups do." Abel nodded, seemingly accepting of the answer. "Come on Mickey! I gots to show you my ship."

And that was that.

0o0o0o0o0

That next evening, Mick was putting the finishing touches on her hair and makeup. A sexy, simple undo, and a smoky eye with a matte nude colored lipstick. She had accomplished the hair and makeup in about 30 minutes, but still had no idea what to actually wear. Tana had brought over a couple of options because all that McKinnley owned were old, over-the-top prom dresses. There was a blue skater dress with a big white bow at the hip, but that felt too nautical. There was also a decent looking green sequin floor length gown, but it was too dressy. That left the dress that McKinnley was too afraid to even try on. It was a short silvery dress that was covered in rhinestones. It was thigh length, short sleeved, but had a plunging neckline. Classy, yet daring.

She didn't even need to borrow the shoes. She had a pair of red Mary Jane pumps that she had bought on sale for a Christmas party years ago.

After checking the clock and grimacing at the 9:40 glaring at her, she opted to just wear the damn dress, and try to look hot for once.

0o0o0o0o0

Reaching the dress Jax gave her, she saw the "clubhouse" was directly connected to the garage. She saw a few people milling about the outside near a few firepits, but she figured it was too cold to spend too much time outside. Once she locked her car, she nervously walked toward the booming bass and smoke oozing out of an open door. Luckily, as she was walking past some of the other women, she was actually feeling underdressed. The skin tight, bandage style dress of the other women left nothing to the imagination, and she was feeling better about her more modest style dress.

As soon as she stepped into the clubhouse, she immediately felt hotboxed. McKinnley had tried weed a couple times in her life, but wasn't really a fan of it. The thought of inhaling anything in her lungs freaked her out. Luckily, she got used to it soon enough and slowly crept her way further in, seeing a long bar stretch on her left, a gorgeous turquoise bike towards the back, at least three pool tables and surprisingly, a strip pole…with someone on it.

This felt more like a cheap, seedy club then a motorcycle hangout.

Looking around for Jax, she saw the neon blue eyed guy named Tig, that saw her make a run for it the morning after Jax made her pass out. She saw his eyes graze her up and down, then give her an approving wink.

"Don't let Tig scare ya. He's a sick bastard, but he's harmless if Jax tells him to be."

Shiver.

"Hi Opie." Turning around, she saw the man himself facing her in usual attire. Maybe she did feel overdressed.

"You look good McKinnley."

She nodded awkwardly and asked, "Where's your wife?"

Ope looked really confused until Mick gestures to his ringed finer, holding a bottle of Bud. "Oh. She's at home with the kid. This isn't really her scene anyway. She always picks a fight," he seemed to chuckle to himself before remembering McKinnley was there. "You should meet her sometime. I think she'd enjoy some female company that wasn't trying to sleep with her husband."

McKinnley chuckled nervously, wishing she had a drink in her hand.

"But enough about me. You look super uncomfortable, let me take you to Jax. I think he's still playing pool with Chibs."

Putting his large hand in-between her shoulder blades, he pushed her to the farthest pool table with three guys with leather jackets across their backs, leaned over the table. Each of the vests had a scary looking reaper on the back with the words, "Sons of Anarchy" stretched across it. There were two blondes, one of which had a low, short ponytail, and the other, the guy who was shooting, had long dark brown hair. McKinnley could automatically detect which blonde was Jax—the one with the ponytail, because of his physique. Jax was taller then the other blonde by about 2 inches, but it was his broad shoulders and muscled back that gave him away. Sure, the other guy seemed fit, but there's something about Jax that just calls to her.

So with careful steps as Opie pulls the brunette into a conversation, McKinnley decides to make herself known. "Hey Jax."

As Jax turns his body to face her, Mick is stunned with just how attractive he is.

"Hey baby." Grinning, he walks up to her, and gives her a breathtaking kiss for everyone to see. "Let me introduce you to some of the guys."

With his hand on her lower back, he guides her to the other blonde, and a Mexican with a mohawk leaning against the pool table, watching her suspiciously.

"Juice, Kozik? This is McKinnley. Babe, this is Juice and Kozik."

McKinnley reached out to shake their hands, and gave a warm smile. "Nice to meet you."

"Oi! Jackie boy! Aren't ye goin' to introduce me?"

Mick turned to face the accent, and saw the brunette from earlier. Up close, she could see he had wavy brown hair, blue eyes and two thick scars that stretched from cheek to cheek. "Hello Lovey. I've heard lots about ye. Yer prettier in person."

Seemed pleasant enough.

"Name's Chibs."

"Oh. Well nice to meet you as well. I'm McKinnley."

"Oh we know. Jax don't shut up about ye." With a grin directed at Jax, she couldn't help but smirk at Jax's slightly pink cheeks, and hard elbow to the side of Chibs' ribs.

"if it ain't Mrs. Robinson herself."

"Oh fuck off Tig. Jax deserves to be left high and dry every once in a while." Jax rolled his eyes at Opie's remark, giving him a brotherly hug as he approached the group. Tig came up, smacking McKinnley on the ass, kissing her cheek and whispering,

"Jax's lucky he's got an ass like this waiting for him at home."

Mick immediately turned bright red, wiggling out of Tig's grasp and scooting closer to Jax, who put his arm around her shoulder and kissed her temple. "Leave her alone Tig. She's already traumatized from meeting all you assholes."

As the boys continued to talk, and Kozik and Tig got into a heated game of pool, McKinnley noticed a group of girls up by the bar, glaring at her. There was a mix of bottle blondes, red heads and brunettes, but the one that had an evil glint in her eye, yet a sinister smile, caught her attention. Mick assumed she was the 'leader'. She had long, wavy brown hair that looked like it had some red in it. Her eyes, from this distance, looked dark, but she couldn't define the color. Her body was one most women paid tons of money to achieve, but this woman seemed all natural… Even her breasts, which were not that impressive; nonetheless, she was gorgeous. She was wearing a teal, silk dress. It stopped just past her ass, sleeveless, but had a crisscrossed neckline. Even though the dress itself was whorish, she managed to make it look classy.

Nervous, she pulled on Jax's sleeve and nodded in the women's direction, asking who she was.

"Oh. That's Porsche. She's just a croweater."

McKinnley didn't really want to ask what a croweater was, so she shrugged it off, and continued to enjoy her evening with her boyfriend.

It wasn't until about a half hour later that her nerves got too great, and she really felt the need for a drink. She excused herself to go get a drink, offering to get Jax a beer. He nodded his thanks.

Walking up to the bar, Mick ordered a fireball and a Guinness for Jax. As she turned to head back to Jax, she was stopped by a hand on her arm, tugging her around. When she spun around, she saw the woman in the teal dress, Porsche.

"Can I help you?" she asked politely.

"Yeah. You can. Stay the hell away from Jax."

"I'm sorry?"

"You heard me you overweight whore. Jax doesn't really want you. He just likes that you spread your legs so quickly. But, I heard you haven't spread your legs wide enough. You haven't had his cock, have you?"

McKinnley was stunned speechless. No one had ever approached her like this before. Porsche must've taken her silence as affirmation.

"That's what I thought. It's probably because he can't fit in between those thighs of yours. Damn," she commented, looking Mick up and down, "I do feel bad for you though. He's the greatest fuck I've ever had."

That was the bomb that released the tears she had been holding in. Jax had been cheating on her!

While she was pushing her way through the crowd, towards the exit, drinks forgotten, she heard the crowd loudly screech the New Year countdown.

10!

She pushed past as many people she could, not caring about the glares she received from knocked over drinks.

7!

Jax seemed to notice she was gone for far too long, and spotted her from across the room with a smile on his face.

6!

At her expression, his smile dropped.

5!

Jax began pushing through the crowd, trying to reach her.

4!

McKinnley walked faster.

3!

Jax started calling after her.

2!

He was getting closer.

1!

Luckily for McKinnley, once midnight hit, the crowd's hands raised in celebration over the new year and a whole new party started.

And Jax was lost in the sea of people.

Awwwwwwee! Shit's hitting the fan! So, good news. I have officially plotted out the rest of this story. It'll probably be 20 chapters total. So, read/review/follow. I'd love to hear from you. Let me know what questions/concerns you have. Yes, Tara will be showing up shortly, so there's that question answered.

Also, I'm super on Game of Thrones right now, and have a one shot in the works for that and Cinderella and Breaking Bad. Would anybody be willing to read some of those?

Next chapter: A misunderstanding and Jax and McKinnley make the relationship "official" (;(;(;

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