Thanks for the reviews! You haven't seen the last of jealous Juice yet lol. The green monster will be back lol. I do not own anything in this chapter, besides Nora, everything else belongs to their rightful owners. Co-written by Chevygirl815

Chapter 11

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Waking up to Juice's snoring was something Nora was getting use to. Weeks had gone by since they first started their little sneaking around affair. After his shifts at the garage, he would come back to her place. During the parties, he would be the one to drive her home. They would order take out sometimes when neither felt like cooking, and after a week, Juice had started just leaving his game system at her place. They'd play some of his video games while they were eating dinner.

Surprisingly, sex wasn't the only thing they did with each other. Yeah, they liked ending the night with a round or two before bed, and then when Juice first comes over. They try not to get to close to the other when they were at the clubhouse. They had a couple of slips up where Juice would pull her into the back of the bar, or his room, and even in the tow truck when no one was around. He couldn't help himself, he was addicted to being inside of her, hearing her moans and feeling her nails in his back. Everything about sex with Nora was exciting and enticing to him, he couldn't help but keep going back for more.

Lately though, it was starting to feel different, not just sex. Juice spent most nights at her place now, even paid for groceries and just stuff for around the house. He had a bag of extra clothes in her closet, and he even had a tooth brush in her bathroom. The thing that really threw her off though, wasn't all of that stuff. It was the fact that they hadn't had sex last night, but here he was, still fast asleep in her bed with his arm draped over her. They had purposely not had sex last night. She had simply just slept in his arms, and he was okay with that.

He had been okay with just wrapping an arm around her, nuzzling her neck to inhale her scent, and fall asleep. Looking at him now, she couldn't help but want to laugh. He was laying on his stomach, his head turned towards her. His jaw was slacked, a little line of drool running down his cheek. His arm was thrown over her, the sheet hang off his waist to expose the boxers he was wearing. A giggle escaped her lips as she stroked his cheek. Glancing over him, she saw that she needed to get up soon if she wanted to get in a shower before her shift.

A part of her wanted to wake him up, invite him to shower with her, but the only result of that would be her being late, then having to explain why she's late, and her not even ending up coming out of the shower clean. If anything, she'd come out dirtier than how she went in. She wasn't looking forward to explaining things she couldn't explain, meaning that she couldn't be late for her shift today. So, she settled with having to take the shower alone. If she could get out of his hold around her waist, that is.

Carefully lifting his hand, she slipped it off of her and rolled out of bed. Thankfully, he didn't seem to even notice. As she got to the doorway leading into her private bathroom, she had another one for guests down the hall, she looked back to see that he was still fast asleep. If she had to admit it, she liked having Juice in her bed. Not just for the sex, but for the feeling of being safe, protected . . . loved. Shaking her head, ridding herself of that though, she turned and went to go take her shower. Love, she scoffed at the thought. Juice didn't love her. He might love fucking her and kicking her ass in COD, but he certainly didn't love her.

As she got into the shower, she couldn't help but wonder if she was falling for Juice. She had gotten use to him sleeping over, her house was filled with his crap. They saw each other just about every day. She liked a lot of things about Juice. The way he got so excited after winning a game, the fact that no one could wipe that goofy smile off his face. He was protective over her, liked making her smile. Nora could swear she never stopped smiling since the night of the party when they made their hook up official.

Official, now that was a joke.

Juice and her were far from being anything close to an actual relationship. Sure, they had dinner and played some video games, maybe watched a movie together here and there, but it wasn't like they were dating or anything serious. They were friends before this started, and that was just stuff friends did. The only difference between them and any other friendship, was that they happen to like fucking the other. As far as she knew, he was sleeping around with someone else before he came over to be with her. She didn't like thinking about that, but she knew that it was a good possibility.

Just because Juice wasn't as cold or rough as the other guys, didn't mean he wasn't just like them when it came to women. She had been with the club for a few years now, and even though she was younger, didn't mean she didn't know how things went. She had seen plenty of old ladies flip out on some sweetbutt or hang around because the guys couldn't keep it in their pants until they got home. But she wasn't Juice's old lady, she wasn't even sure if he wanted one. He was free to fuck whoever he wanted when he was on the road, or even at parties, before coming over to fuck her. She was just the pussy he made camp at until he found one he liked better.

It stung for her to know that, but she couldn't go into this blind with Juice. Yeah, he was a good guy. He was sweet, kind, funny, but he wasn't just any good guy. He was a Son. By definition he was the bad guy. They could do whatever they want, when they want, and that especially applied to their women. Nora wasn't going to believe that she was any different. So there was no point in her falling for Juice, it would only lead to heartbreak for her, and she didn't want that. She wasn't sure if she could handle that kind of heartbreak, especially since she would have to still see him every day.

She didn't even realize how long she was in the shower for before she noticed the door opening and Juice coming inside. Blushing, she looked back at him as he reached over for the body wash he kept here when he spent the night here with her and didn't want to wait to take a shower back at the clubhouse. "You were taking too long, I'd rather not smell like your sheets when I go in. They're all girly smelling," he told her as he started to wash himself. She couldn't help but giggle, rolling her eyes as she finished with her hair. Nora tried not to notice that he still had his morning wood. He wasn't even going to try to be modest about having it. Juice just grinned as he reached forward, pulling her back toward him.

So much for taking a quick shower.

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Today was not Nora's day. Since she was late, thanks to Juice, she had to get the third degree from Gemma, and then to make it worse, she split the beer when Half Sack 'accidentally' touched her ass in passing. He had been making small moves ever since the party when he tried to kiss her. She had tried to explain to him that she was just drunk, that anything she did wasn't to be taken seriously. Of course, with her luck, he didn't actually believe her when she told him she really wasn't interested in starting something with him.

She could tell that Juice wasn't happy about it either, but it wasn't like he could tell him to back off without people getting ideas on why he did it. It was one thing for Juice or one of the older men to do it, everyone knew how Jax thought of her and that the older men, like Clay, Chibs, and Piney thought of her as a niece. Even Opie treated her as sister like Jax did. Juice was making the most of it though. He would give him the worst jobs possible, making sure he kept his filthy fingers off of her. She didn't know if he did it because he just didn't like someone else touching what was his, or because he was being protective over her.

If he was being protective, it didn't last long since he was currently across the room teaching one of the other girls how to play pool. He wasn't being subtle about it either. His hand kept slipping down to her ass, squeezing every few minutes. Not that the girl was complaining about it, in fact, the girl was loving the attention. "Do I want to know what's going on between you and the prospect?" a voice said out from behind her.

Nora turned to see one of the girls come around the bar. Unlike the other girls, she didn't actually mind this one. Lana was a few years older than her, and she had been around the clubhouse longer than she had. She mostly saw Lana around Happy, and Kozik when he was around, but she had seen her with the others too. Even Juice. It always bothered her just a little bit when she'd see Lana sitting on Juice's lap, letting him have full view of her chest and let him touch her, but that had been before they were together. More recently Juice had been good at staying away from the other girls, as far as when she was around at least. She didn't want to know what he did when she wasn't.

As far as Lana went though, the two were friends. Lana taught her the ropes, and the two girls would actually hang out outside of the clubhouse when they could. Lana would warn her which guys to stay away from, like Tig, as much as she could anyway. She was actually the one who introduced her and Juice, since being the goofball he was, couldn't do it himself. "Oh, um, nothing. He just got the wrong impression the other night. He'll get the hint eventually, I hope so at least," Nora said back to her, giving her a hopeful smile as she glanced at her. Nora was supposed to be cleaning the glasses, but it was hard when Juice was across the room with that girl and Half Sack was trying to make moves on her.

Lana raised an eye brow at her, clearing not buying it. She had seen the kiss Half Sack had planted on the young bartender. She hadn't thought anything of it, she was old enough to make her own choices and Half Sack was just a prospect. It would be different if it was one of the actual Sons, but that wasn't the case. "That kiss the other night certainly wasn't nothing, and now you're coming in late and all jumpy? You're so screwing around with him," Lana teased her, giving her a small nudge and a knowing smile.

Blushing, Nora didn't know what to say. It wasn't like she was completely wrong. Nora was screwing one of the guys, it just wasn't Half Sack. Juice and she hadn't talked about letting anyone know about them yet. She knew that everyone knew they've hooked up, but no one, except possibly Gemma, knew that they had kept the relationship going. "Um, it wasn't really a kiss. He just . . . planted one on me. I was drunk, he mistook whatever I did as a sign to make a move. We're not . . . we're not sleeping together," she told her, looking away blushing as she went back to cleaning the glasses.

Unfortunately, Lana mistook her red cheeks. Hearing a whistle and her name be called, her eyes flickered over to see Happy motioning her over. Her body lit up with a fire inside just thinking about the night before with him. She was sure she still had the bruises to prove how rough it had been, but she didn't mind then one bit. They were definitely worth getting. "Right, I'll see you later, Nore," she told her, giving her a small wave before leaving her side and heading over to a grinning Happy who was eagerly awaiting for her to sit in his lap.

Nora rolled her eyes, watching Lana as she made herself comfortable on Happy's lap. A part of her was envious of how easily she could do this. Lana could be open about her affection towards Happy, or any of the others if she wanted to. All she could do was stare at Juice from afar and day dream about how it'd be to be in bed with Juice again. If nothing else, they'd be able to sneak away for a quickie, but even those were a risk in doing. Anyone could accidentally walk in on them, and then there'd be trouble for Juice, and possibly her job. She knew that she wouldn't come first to Juice if he had to pick between her or the club. He'd pick the club over her any day.

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A few hours had gone by, and things had died down some at the clubhouse. Nora was casually talking to Half Sack at the bar, Juice had sent the girl he had been playing pool with off a long time ago, and Lana was talking to one of the hang arounds. Happy had left a few minutes before, with a promise to find her later. Looking over at Juice, Lana could tell right away that he was in a bad mood. She didn't know what about, but he looked like he could use some company. Excusing herself, she crossed the room over to him and sat down on his knee, running her hand up his chest. "Why so grumpy, baby?" she asked him.

He didn't seem to be in the mood for company though as he pushed her hand off. He was a nice enough guy not to drop her on her ass, but she got the hint that she wasn't wanted there. His eyes flickered over to the bar on accident, narrowing more as he watched Nora laugh at something the prospect had said to her. He had tried ignoring them all day, but he was getting real close to just beating the crap out of the kid if he touched his girl one more time. Of course, he couldn't do that because no one knew she was his girl. "So you noticed what's going on with them too? I think they're kind of cute," Lana said out, bringing him back from his thoughts about kicking Half Sack's ass.

Of course, hearing what she said didn't make that urge to hit him any better. If anything, it only made it worse. "Nothing's going on with them, and they're sure of hell not cute," he snapped at her. He knew he shouldn't have taken his anger out on her, and if he didn't reel it in, she was going to figure out he was upset because he was jealous, but at the moment he didn't care. All he cared about was making sure the prospect kept his fucking hands off his girl.

Lana held up her hands in surrender, not meaning to upset him. Getting up, she knew that Juice wasn't in the mood for her company. She wasn't like the other girls who would beg for the attention, she knew when to move on. Looking back, she noticed that Juice was full on glaring at the bar now. He was pissed off because of Half Sack and Nora. That was . . . different, to say the least. Juice lasted all of probably a good twenty minutes before getting up and going over there.

Lana had just happened to look over from where she was sitting to see Juice grabbing hold of Nora's arm and pulling her away, whispering something in her ear before dragging her into the back toward the dorm rooms. If she hadn't been suspicious before, she definitely was now. It was clear that there was something going on, she just didn't know what. Maybe Gemma would know, but then that would mean asking her and if she didn't know, she in turn would go onto grill Nora about it and no one deserved that. She'd just have to keep an eye on it and figure it out herself. If there was something going on, Lana knew she'd need to put a stop to it before anyone got hurt.