CHAPTER 9
Gemma shuts her side of the blinds when she sees Nero pull up outside the garage.
I left to go for a drive. I had a lot on my mind lately. I was thinking this would clear my head.
I park near a school and just sit for a minute with my head on the steering wheel. Nobody was outside except for this little boy in uniform sitting on a bench.
And with a lumpy back pack.
Weird.
I sigh and roll down my windows to let some air flow through.
These past few days have been stressful.
Tre kept calling my house phone. He leaves bipolar messages all the time. Some days he's sweet talking me, the next he's threatening me. I didn't tell Jax because he's been stressed himself. Didn't want to add on to more problems.
Gemma seems to be up to something..more than usual. Let's be real, she's always up to something. But this time she's sneakier than normal.
Crack whore Wendy has oh so gracefully resurfaced. Not.
Ima's getting on my damn nerves too. Always hear about her rubbing up on Jax when I'm not around. I'll easily fix that though, I shrug it off.
I decide I had enough thinking time and begin to pull out of my parking spot.
LATER
I was sitting on my couch trying to find something to watch on Netflix. Couldn't find anything interesting so I turned the TV off. I get up for a drink of apple juice in the fridge.
"This mothafucka is crazy!" my cousin busts open my front door.
"Damn, bitch! You can knock," I eye roll Nia.
She ignores my response and keeps going on about her rant.
"Tre keeps calling and texting my phone asking about you. You need to talk to him and let that nigga down slow or some shit. He's trippin'," she shakes her short curly head.
I grunt and walk into the kitchen like I planned earlier. "Uh helloooo," she walks faster towards me. "What Nia?!" I turn around, hair flinging wildly with me. She raises her hands up in surrender, "Sorry. I'm sorry okay?"
"But he needs to stop this shit. It ain't cute," she mumbles.
"Don't you think I know that?" I raise my eyebrows in defense. "All that asshole does is call my house phone, sweet talking me or the complete opposite and then hangs up like ain't shit wrong about the situation. I'm tired of it, but I don't even wanna see him, let alone talk to him. Okay?"
"Yeah..okay," she sits on my counter top. There was an awkward silence after that.
"Look," I set my cup down," I'm tired. So I'm just gonna go to bed. You can stay for a while if you want. Just lock the door after you," I ran my red nails through my curls.
"Sounds good," she went to hug me. I just sighed and hug her goodnight as well.
NEXT DAY
I hear a knock on my door early in the morning. Seriously? I growl and spit out the rest of my toothpaste in the sink.
I walk through the hallway to see who's at my door this early. I see Jax through the peephole and smooth my frizzy hair down a bit.
I'm surprised I didn't hear his bike pull up, I say in my head.
He's leaning on the side of my house, looking towards the ground before I opened the door real wide.
I scoot to the side, motioning him to walk in. He kisses me on the cheek in the process and strides into my living room.
"Hey," I softly reply. I closed my door and turn to him.
He snakes his flannel clad arms around me and inhales my scent. I hug him back, holding his solid body against mine. He runs his hands along my curvy waist, "I don't know why, but I missed you real bad darlin',"
"Same here," I melt into his frame. He pulls away soon after, a concerned look on his face.
"You doing okay?" he questions me. "Yeah, I'm fine, baby," I answer. "Have a feeling your mom's pullin' some sneaky shit though," I spoke my mind.
He tisks, "When is Gemma not?"
I laugh and sit down on the couch while he leans against the ottoman.
"You know how Clay's gone?"
I nod.
"Well I'm meeting with the Irish today. I gotta settle things with them. Cutting ties," he breathes.
Well that's obvious, I think. He mentioned to me before how the Irish are only buddy buddy with Clay. And since that Judas mothafucka is away right now, SAMCRO might have some serious business problems with Lucky Charms.
"But more importantly, I want the club to go legit. No more guns. We're gonna start earning everything."
"Hmm. That's why you've been so tense," I pull him down to sit on the couch with me. I scoot back into the corner of the couch as he lays the back of his head against my breasts. I run my fingers through his slick blonde hair.
He settles down into my body and gets comfortable. "Relax, Jackson. You don't have to think so much here," I soothe him with my touch and soft speaking. His leather cut is cold against my bare skinned chest, but I didn't mind.
"Can't help it. So much shit is going on with the club. Convincing them to go legit isn't gonna be a walk in the park, God only knows what the fuck is going on with Juice, Nero isn't seeing eye to eye about expanding Diosa with Barosky, Wendy's showing up at T-M..and that's never a good look, and much more," he lets it out.
I rub my hands along his pecs, massaging him slightly. He grabs my hands and kisses them.
"Somehow you keep me calm through all of this. That's the good part," he turns to me. I kiss him long and slow, showing my thanks.
"So what's this "legit" club consist of?" I question after a moment of quiet.
"Mainly growing Diosa. It's trashy money but it ain't dirty," he explains.
I raise my eyebrows in agreement with his trashy comment.
I wanna believe the club is gonna go legit but something deep down is telling me it's not going to be that way. They make so much of their money via illegal matters, it's ridiculous.
Jackson seemed to be able to read my thoughts or something.
He faces me, "I can take care of us, Lana."
"I know you sometimes want a different lifestyle. You grew up in the club. This is all you know. Hell, all I know. But I just feel like if I step away from all of this now, everything I worked for is for nothing.
I look away in thought. A long curl dropped to my neck when I did so. He tucks it behind my ear and turns my face to him.
He's right. We couldn't try to live different lives even if we were forced by gunpoint. The club is basically life. We didn't have a choice because we were born into it. But you mostly go for what you know. Ask anybody around here.
"I'm with you, baby. Whatever you decide is right for the club. I'll be there to support," I assure him.
He nods and kisses me.
"There's something else," he says with a grin. He reaches into his jeans and unravels a large white piece of paper.
It was a tattoo sketch.
My Crow.
I grinned when I saw it.
I had told him I wanted a gun but to make it look feminine, if possible.
And it was perfect. Happy sketched a .22 automatic pistol with roses, vines, and thorns wrapped around it. Everything was in color too. The vines and roses that got closer to the barrel looked less and less alive.
It was hauntingly beautiful to me.
And the inscription on the side of the gun had my old man's name written in cursive.
"I love it," I told him in awe. He smiled bigger, "I knew you would. The only question now is where are you gonna place it?"
"I was thinking it can start at my left hip and come down to my upper thigh," I suggested. "Sexy and somewhat discrete," I added.
"And partially naked," he gave me a fake stern look.
I giggled and squeezed his face to bring him to my level, kissing him full on the mouth.
"Don't worry, Jax. I'm sure you'll be sitting with me. Getting an eye full of these luscious," I pecked him, "bodacious," I pecked him again, "curves," I ran my hands down my shapely body.
He smirked, "Damn right." he kissed me with some tongue soon after. I moaned and pulled his body on top of mine so we were laying on the couch.
He tried to lift my robe off in one sweep motion but I cut him off. "Let's go to the room," I nodded. He stared at my puckered nipples through my thin robe, agreeing.
He quickly stood up and tossed me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing. I screamed and laughed when he smacked my ass hard.
He made his way to my room and laid me on the bed with him on top again.
He untied my robe and wasted no time sucking on my breasts. "Mmm," I rubbed the back of his neck while he sloppily sucked.
"I love your tits, baby," he moaned in between. I giggled and rubbed his dick up and down while he sucked on me some more. He grunted and moved to my neck. I'm sure I would have some marks on my skin when he's through, I think.
"Take this shit off," he grabbed my thong roughly. They were a rolled up mess by the time they reached my ankles. He threw them somewhere randomly and began to strip his clothes. I helped along the way, of course.
I immediately grasped onto his reaper filled back as he positioned himself between my thick thighs. He latched into my outer thigh with one hand and the matress sheets above my head with the other.
"Fuck," he mumbled at my tightness. I whimpered in pleasure when he slid his dick all the way inside me. I arched my back and he made a dive for my breasts again.
"Mmm..uh, uh, uh," I moaned to no abandon as he rocked us back and forth with each thrust.
"Yes, Jackson," I breathed when he raised himself into a push up position and thrusted real hard. I felt like he was all up in my stomach, this shit was so good and deep.
He lifted my leg and put it over his shoulder so he could thrust even deeper. I played with my nipples, driving him insane. My hand caressed my brown skin as I pulled on them, puckering the buds out. Jackson rubbed my clit in circular motions, making me wetter and wetter.
I could feel my juices dripping onto my purple and blue sheets. He chuckled at my intake of breath when he reached my spot.
"God.. Don't you fuckin' stop!" I screamed out. He kept fucking me and rubbing the left side of my clit, " I won't, darlin'," he cheesed at me from above.
I locked my fingers into his hair and latched my lips onto his. His thrusts got sloppier over time when my pussy started creaming. "Shit..I-," I started to say.
He shut me up by kissing me again, tongue battling with mine. He bit my bottom lip and let go when I cried out.
"Yes! Oh fuck," I melted into his sweaty shoulder. My back arched off the mattress, pushing our lower bodies into each other more. He grunted and shifted his pelvis to thrust at a certain angle. I held onto him as I orgasmed.
He slowed his movements down but never stopped. Jesus Christ.
"Jax, I can't take-," I whined, pressing my hand into his lower abs. "Yes you can, baby," he started up again. This man was killing my fucking pussy. I felt sore halfway into this. His large hands held onto my wide hips roughly. He pushed into me hard, shaking slightly. I knew he was gonna bust soon.
I gripped his dick with the inside if my pussy, making him come and go slower. "Uggh, you know I love that shit, Lana," he grunted into my neck.
Slapping noises could be heard echoing throughout my whole room. I was moaning so loud, releasing another orgasm.
"Cum all over this pussy, babe," my brown eyes met his blue ones. He humped some more, sliding in and out at a fast pace.
He growled and finally pulled out, squeezing his semen all over my lower body and the bed. His biceps flexed when he shook himself off, releasing himself. He looked so fucking sexy, I bit my lip in thought.
He smoothed his blonde hair back, smiling at his mess after he caught his breath. I shook my head at his ego and slowly began to wipe myself with the blankets. I had to clean them anyways, no big deal.
Jax was exhausted after our workout and fell onto his back beside me.
I moved to his side where it was dry and cuddled up next to him. He turned and caressed my back, kissing me sweetly.
"I love you, Lana," he sleepily spoke.
I ran my hand along his warm bearded cheek.
"I love you too, Jackson."
