CHAPTER 11: "Sex on Fire" by Kings of Leon
SUMMARY: A wild night in San Joaquin Valley…. Oh...more smut... ;D
TIME PERIOD: October and November; 1996
~TARA~
"Come on, she's not here," Jax said teasingly as he dragged Tara into his house and closed the door behind her.
Tara hardly came into the Teller-Morrow household. She did everything and anything to avoid coming here. She let out a man of dislike. "I still vote for going to the park."
Jax wrapped his arms around her. "I can't take your shirt off there," he said as he began to kiss her neck and go inside of her shirt.
A burn of passion began to spread through her body as Jax kissed her. He was so good at that. She instinctively wrapped her own arms around his neck, bringing him closer. "We can find a couple of trees," she suggested.
Jax smiled and continued to kiss her. "True. But eventually, I'm gonna want to go further than second base." His hands reached her breasts and he cupped them.
Tara let out a tiny gasp. "We can go back to my house," Tara said in a low voice. She was beginning to lose her. She clutched onto Jax's biceps as he kneaded her breasts.
Jax's lips were now teasing her ear. "Your dad's home."
Shit, she thought. She had forgotten.
Jax's hands went underneath her bra and began to tease her nipples.
She let out a curse word as the passion finally reached the place between her legs. She didn't care anymore. She could have sex with him right here, right now. She disregarded the fact that they were in the kitchen with all of the blinds open for anyone to see. She wanted him, badly. She reached up and slammed her lips upon his.
Before Tara could start to undress Jax or even herself, there was a loud and annoying sound coming from the living room. Tara ignored it and continued kissing her boyfriend. Jax did the same as he continued to drive her crazy with his hands.
Then, a voice was heard.
"Jax! Jax! You there?" it was a thick Scottish accent. "Pick up, brotha!"
Jax let out a loud cuss word and dropped his hands away from Tara.
She instantly felt coldness…and a different kind of heat. She stared at him with a look of disbelief.
He gave her an apologetic look. "Give me a minute." He began to walk towards the living room.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" she demanded. He was the one that had gotten her all hot and heavy. Now he was walking away from her? To answer a goddamn phone call?! Unbelievable!
Jax turned back and saw her anger. He gave her his most puppy-dog look. "One minute. Promise." He hurried over to the other room.
Tara let out a grunt of anger. She wanted to seriously slam his head with that damn phone!
Suddenly, the front door flew open.
A tall figure walked into the house carrying about half a dozen bags of groceries. The figure's sight was blocked due to the many bags.
Tara's heart raced a bit. She knew who the figure was. She didn't have to see the face to recognize this was Gemma Teller-Morrow walking into the room
"Jax, honey, you think you can help me?!" asked Gemma from behind the groceries.
Tara hesitated. She wanted to help, but wanted to run the hell out of there even more. Finally, she decided to suck up her fear and reached over. She took a couple of the biggest bags.
Once the bags began to leave her arms, Gemma began to give her thanks. "Oh, thank you honey." She stopped at the sight of Tara.
Tara gave Gemma a tight smile. "Hello, Mrs. Teller-Morrow."
Gemma's face turned ice-cold. "Where's Jax?"
"In the living room, answering a phone call." The bags began to get a bit heavy. "Where should I put these?"
Gemma motioned to the table a little bit aways from them. "There's fine."
Tara walked over to the kitchen table and placed down the bags. "Need any more help?"
Gemma had a look on her face like she was disgusted at the thought of asking Tara for help.
Tara didn't allow Gemma to answer the question; she began to head outside and start walking to the car where she found at least a dozen other bags.
Gemma came rushing out. "It's fine, I got it."
Tara still ignored her. She got to the car and began to take the bags.
Gemma stepped right in. "I said I got it," she said as she yanked the bags away from Tara with force.
Tara looked at the woman with a look of disbelief. Couldn't she have the decency to at least try to be nice? Tara asked herself.
Gemma struggled with all of the bags, determined to take them all herself.
The woman disgusted Tara. "What's your problem?" she asked point blank. She was sick of tip toeing around the question for two years. She wanted to know why it was Gemma disliked her so much. Tara had a few guesses, but didn't know for a fact.
Gemma turned to her and cocked a brow at her. "Back off, sweetheart. You don't wanna go there with me." She began to head into the house with all of the bags in her arms.
Tara followed her and tried to grab a few of the bags. She was sure some of them were going to break and then there'd be a big mess all over the drive-way.
Gemma pushed her off. "I said no!"
"What is so wrong with me helping you?" Tara demanded to know.
Gemma's hard features were set as she stared down at Tara. "I don't need help, darling."
"Help in general, or specifically my help?"
Gemma stared at Tara right in the eye. "Yours."
"What's your problem with me exactly? What is it about me you don't like?"
Gemma scoffed. "You really want to know?"
"Yes!"
Gemma waited a beat as she stared at Tara coldly and bluntly stated, "You're not good for my son."
It felt like someone had just punched her right in the gut. Tara wasn't an idiot. She knew most of the people disapproved of her relationship with Jax, but no one had said it out loud to her before. While it hurt to know what people thought, it hurt more to hear it said out loud.
But as much as she was hurt, the anger she felt was more powerful. She stared up at Gemma with no fear. "You have no idea what's good for him."
Gemma took a step towards Tara, challenging her. "I'm his mother—trust me, I know. Known him a lot longer than you have. And I will continue to know him long after you're gone."
Tara took the challenge and took a step forward. "I'm not going anywhere."
Gemma scoffed. "You don't look like the Charming type. You're a city girl. You don't belong here."
And for that Tara was greatful. "I didn't mean I wasn't leaving Charming. Believe me, this is the last place I ever want to end up in. What I meant was my relationship with Jax—I'm not leaving him," she said with certainty.
"Well, he ain't ever gonna leave, darling. So, one of two things will happen: either you'll stay and be miserable, or your relationship will end once you leave town. There's no other way this story can end." This statement made Gemma smile broadly.
The rage Tara felt inside of herself was almost incontrollable. She shook violently and knew the only way she could calm it down was to beat the shit out of Gemma.
"Mom!" Jax's voice behind them snapped Tara out of her violent thoughts.
Tara noticed Jax make his way over to them, a look of annoyance written across his face. His focus was solely on his mother. "Is there a problem?"
Gemma gave him a smile. "Not at all, sweetheart. Can you give me a hand?" She began to hand him some of the groceries.
Tara couldn't stand to be near her anymore. Every time when Gemma knew Jax was paying attention to her, Gemma was at her best behavior. But as soon as his back was turned the evil snares and comments towards Tara didn't stop.
Tara began to head out before she said something she would regret. As much as she wanted to at least punch Gemma straight across the face or call her out on her bullshit, Tara didn't want to do it in front of Jax. She was still his mother. At least in front of him, Tara would give Gemma that respect.
"Tara!" Jax began to go after her.
Tara shook her head and motioned him back. "I'll see you later, Jax."
She needed time to cool herself down. Jax knew her well enough to let her breathe and didn't follow her. Behind her though, she began to hear Jax shout at his mother, demanding to know what she had said to Tara.
Tara doubted the woman would ever tell her son the truth of who she truly was.
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~JAX~
"You don't have to go, you know," Tara said as she put on her earrings. She was standing in front of her mirror and looking back at Jax.
Jax really feel like going to this stupid college party she had been invited to. College students gave him an uncomfortable vibe. He felt them to be snobs and self-righteous hypocrites—much like Hale. Being in an environment full of them was not how he wanted to spend his Saturday night. But, he was doing it for Tara. Just a few days ago, he had seen how upset she had gotten after getting into an altercation with his mother. Jax knew his mother well enough to know she had said something hurtful to Tara, which had caused her to leave his house earlier than he would have liked.
He couldn't get it out of either one of them what the conversation between the two had been about, but he had a pretty good idea what it was about.
So, in wanting to keep Tara happy and because he wanted to prove that their relationship could survive almost anything, he would go to the party and hang out at a place she wanted to.
Jax gave Tara a smile and walked over to her, his arms hugging her around the waist. "I want to hang out with you tonight." He gave her neck a gentle kiss.
She fell into his embrace and caressed his face with her own. "It'll only be for a couple of hours. Being apart for that long won't kill us."
He hugged her tightly. "I don't wanna risk it."
She giggled. "I just don't want you to be uncomfortable."
"I'm never uncomfortable with you," he said honestly. He looked into the mirror and saw him staring at them. He smiled at her. At them.
They looked perfect in the reflection. A bad-ass blonde biker with baby blue eyes and a clean cut gorgeous green-eyed brunette. Jax didn't see how there could ever be a much better looking couple.
She looked blissfully happy as she too stared at the mirror. "I love you, Jackson."
He knew those words would never cease to move him. They could be said to him by her once in a lifetime or once every hour and his heart would always give the same response.
Jax kissed her collarbone and all along her neck. Such a gift that he held in his arms. The most precious one Life could have ever given him.
Then, a most annoying honk came from outside, breaking the loving couple apart.
Tara let out a groan. "That'll be Rachel." Her hands fell off of him and she grabbed her purse. "Ready?"
Jax grabbed his keys. "Let's go."
The two left her room and headed to the front, where they found Rachel waiting for them in her truck. Donna welcomed them with a smile and wave.
Jax smiled at Donna. "I take it Ope took a rain check?"
Donna rolled her eyes. "He's being an ass."
"He asked me to deliver a message though, Jax," Rachel said from the driver's seat.
Jax cocked an eyebrow. He was afraid to ask.
"He called you a big bowl of pussy?" Rachel said with hesitation. She thought for a moment. "Or that you were covered in one?" She looked confused. "Something like that."
Jax held back a laugh.
"You gonna ride up behind us or are we all carpooling?" asked Rachel to her friends who hadn't moved to go into the truck.
Jax gave Rachel a look. "Do you not know by now how much I hate being in cage?"
Rachel rolled her eyes. "Suit yourself."
Jax took Tara's hand and they headed over to his bike.
It took about twenty minutes to get to Stockton, which was where the party was.
Once there, Jax scanned the scenery. He wasn't used to be around this many people with no allies. With everyone present dressing in the latest fashion, Jax stuck out with his baggy jeans, white t-shirt, white sneaks, leather cut, and the reaper logo shinning bright for everyone to see.
As Jax lead the way, holding Tara's hand, he saw a few of the guys glancing over at him. A mixture of feelings could be seen in all of their faces. Most didn't know what to make of them and were either startled or alert.
Jax silently cursed at himself for not having forced Ope to come with him or for allowing himself to come to this stupid thing. It had was a bad idea.
Jax turned to Tara, who was looking around her. A look of hesitance was displayed in her features. She looked up at him. "Wanna just stay for an hour? I kind of wanna go see a movie now."
Jax frowned. She had been looking forward to this party all week. Why did she all of a sudden want to leave? He looked around and noticed a lot of the girls were staring at them. There was a combination of judgment and infatuation when they caught him staring back.
He knew why Tara wanted to leave. She noticed too that this was not a good idea. Jax looked down at her and nodded. "Sure." He bent down and gave her a peck.
Once they got inside of the house, the four friends bumped into a few of Tara's classmates. Tara introduced everyone to one another and they all began to pleasantly chat.
One of Tara's girl friends had brought her boyfriend, Tim, and Jax found him to be pleasant enough. The guy was a little on the nerdy side, but he looked like a decent guy.
As the girls chatted, Jax offered to get them drinks. They all gave their order and he and Tim went over to get the girls something.
"So, how long have you and Tara been going out?" asked Tim curiously.
"About two years. And you and Alice?" Jax asked.
They got to the sodas and Jax and Tim began to pick out what the girls had wanted.
"About six years," Tim answered.
Jax was amazed. "Wow. That long?"
Tim nodded. "Yeah. Ever since we were sophomores."
"You think about popping the question any time soon?" Jax asked without really thinking if it was too personal of a question. He didn't think it was, though. The two had been together for so long, wouldn't marriage be something that had been discussed?
Tim began to laugh. "Noooooo. Not at all."
Jax frowned. "Why not?"
"I love Alice, I do, but…I don't see it working out," Tim said honestly. "We're still young and it's fun with her, but I see something more serious for myself down the line."
"And Alice isn't the serious type?"
Tim shook his head. "Not for me. We're too different. She loves to travel and I can't stand to leave San Joaquin Valley for longer than a day. It's my home, you know? This is where I grew up. My family and my roots are here. I can't imagine myself anywhere else but here. But she…she wants to travel—see the world. I can't do that to her."
Jax didn't say anything for a moment; he just thought. What Tim had just said was resonating with him. He too called Charming home and he couldn't see himself living anywhere else. But Tara…Tara wanted something else. She hated it here. Could he ever be selfish enough and ask her to stay?
Tim elbowed him, snapping Jax away from his thoughts. "How about you? You ever think about proposing to Tara?"
The image of him proposing pushed away all of the worry from his head. "Every day," he answered Tim honestly.
Tim looked shocked. "Really?"
Jax nodded.
Tim didn't say anything else, he began to lead the way back to the girls.
As Jax made his way through the crowd, Jax noticed that a few guys were surrounding the girls. A guy looked to be a bit drunk and was hanging all over Donna and Rachel. One other guy had his arm wrapped around Tara's waist and she appeared to be pushing away from him.
Jax began to feel the boiling anger make its way through his body. He found a spot to place all the drinks in so his hands were free to do what needed to be done.
Tim stepped in. "Hold up, man. There's six of them and only one of you."
Jax turned to Tim, stunned at what he had just said. He was looking at numbers? And why in the hell hadn't he included himself in that one count? That was his girlfriend being harassed, too. Didn't he care?
Jax pushed Tim away, not caring about stupid numbers. However, as he made his way through he noticed Tara grab the guy's crotch with a hard grip. The action made Jax stop in his tracks. He couldn't hear what his girlfriend was telling the guy, but it looked to be threatening.
The guy had a look of absolute agony.
Tara let him go and began to walk off.
Jax tore his eyes away from her to see Rachel had managed to push the guy that was hanging over her and Donna away.
Jax felt a jolt of pride soar through him for his three girls. He wanted to rush over and praise them, but when he noticed the drunken guys recuperate and start heading back towards the girls, Jax hurried over.
He came in front of the guy who just had his penis injured. "I think you better step back. You really don't want that dick broken in half."
"Step back, asshole," said the guy who had been groping Rachel and Donna. He came right in front of Jax. He was the same height.
Jax wasn't scared of the little prissy. "You don't wanna do this, man."
"Why not?" the idiot asked.
Jax gave him a most serious look. "I'll have you kissing this floor in four seconds."
The idiot didn't believe Jax and took a swing.
Jax ducked and punched the guy in the gut. Three strikes later across his chest and neck, and the guy was passed out on the floor. Jax knew how to instantly take down a guy who didn't know how to properly fight. And from the look of things, none of these guys looked to have ever been in real combat.
Another guy charged at Jax and Jax was able to take him down in a few seconds as well.
A third moron didn't take the hint and came after Jax as well. And because Jax believed him to be the one with the less brain cells, Jax decided to break the guy's nose before laying him down on the ground.
Jax looked up at the three remaining guys. "Any of you other fuckers want to try it?" Jax stepped forward with open and inviting arms. "Come on," he challenged.
The guys didn't say anything; they only took a few steps back.
"Jax!"
Jax turned and saw a concerned Tara staring at him and then down at the guys in front of him.
Shit, he thought. He had never been in a real fight in front of her. He had gotten into tussles with his brothers and she had witnessed it plenty of times, but this was something different. This had been a real fight.
Before he could respond to her, an angry-looking blonde entered the room.
"What the hell is going on here?" she demanded to know. She looked down at the mess in front of her. Her coffee table had been destroyed and two lamps as well.
Huh, Jax thought. Was that me?
The angry-looking blonde looked over at Jax. "Did you cause this?"
Jax didn't answer. He figured the chick would be mad no matter what he said. He could defend himself, but she didn't care. All she saw was a mess in front of her.
"Get the hell outta here!" she spat. "Out!"
Tara stepped in. "It wasn't his fault! They came at him first. He only defended himself."
"I don't give a shit! You take this animal outta here!"
Tara's facial features quickly changed.
Fuck, Jax thought. He knew that look.
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~TARA~
All Tara had wanted was a normal night out with Jax. She wanted to be around normal people so that she could prove Jax could live outside of his MC. There was more to him than Gemma thought. Tara hated the thought of Jax's mother putting limits on Jax. It seemed as if Gemma had planned the life for her son with him having no say in it. And Tara hated it. Hated the control Gemma tried to have over her son.
Tara had thought the party one of her schoolmates had invited her to would be perfect to bring Jax to. Her friends were pretty open-minded and knew they wouldn't pass judgment on Jax once they met him. However, she had underestimated other people. Once arriving to the party, Tara had noticed the stares. She read the thoughts. Felt the judgments.
She saw the lust in some of the girls once they laid eyes on Jax. But it wasn't jealousy that she was feeling, but anger. Anger because they were attracted to him because she knew all they saw in front of them was a bad-ass biker. A bad boy. Nothing more.
They, just like Gemma, didn't expect more out of a guy like Jax.
She wanted to leave, but knew it would be rude to. So, she decided to hang around for an hour and see how things would go.
Once meeting with her friends, though, Tara was put a little more on ease. Jax seemed to relax a bit. She knew he felt uncomfortable to be in a place where everyone kept staring at him. A place that if a fight were to break, he would have no back-up. But he looked to like Tim, so she wasn't worried too much.
And she believed the night would continue to run smoothly. But when the guys left to go get them some drinks, some idiots made their way over to Tara and her friends and began to harass them.
It was a first for Tara. She had never really been in this kind of situation. Most of the parties she went to were thrown by SAMCRO and the men there were very respectful. The other parties she attended were held in Charming. Sometimes Jax wouldn't go to those, and maybe it was because the town knew who she was, no guy hit on her or harassed her.
She did her best to control her emotions when the guy wrapped his arm around her. A sickening feeling shot straight through her body. She wanted him away from her. She pushed at him at first lightly because she didn't want piss him off. He might get violent with her.
But he wouldn't budge. He other arm began to make its way towards her.
Tara had run out of options. If she didn't do something drastic now, she would end up in a very bad situation. She gave him a shove and looked at him straight in the eye. "Get the fuck off me. I'm not gonna tell you again."
The asshole just started laughing at her and continued to let his hands roam over her.
She had had it. She boldly reached over for his balls. Once they were in her hands, she squeezed hard.
The guy let out a screech of pain.
She looked at him straight in the eye. "Lay another hand on me and I'll cut your balls off." Tara pushed away from him and as she walked off, she noticed that the guy who was trying to get at Rachel and Donna had been pushed away. The other guys backed off from Tara's friends once they saw the girls weren't going to allow themselves to be treated in such a derogatory way.
As Tara walked away, she noticed how many guys were just standing around and staring. They didn't seem to want to step in and stop what had just occurred. It disgusted Tara. So many boys and no men that were willing to step in and offer help when it was needed. Tara knew that if a SAMCRO member had been in the room, those guys would be lying on the ground crying like babies.
"Fight!" someone screamed out.
The crowd began to make its way towards a group of guys.
Tara turned and saw a set of blond hair she was all too familiar with. She rushed over because she knew exactly had was happening.
She made her way through and was there to see that as Jax broke a guy's nose, the two guys who had harassed Tara, Donna, and Rachel were lying flat on the ground. They were out—cold turkey.
Jax didn't seem to have a scratch on him. Not even blood. He was breathing a little heavy, but she figured that was because of the anger he was feeling towards the guys.
Jax looked up at the guys who were still standing. "Any of you other fuckers want to try it?" Jax stepped forward and invited them to a fight. "Come on," he barked at them.
Tara looked down at the guys on the floor once more. It shocked her that Jax had the capability of doing this to someone. She didn't know how to feel about it, but she knew she didn't want him doing it again.
"Jax!" she called out, wanting him to not continue with the fight.
He turned to her and froze. A look of worry coming across his face. He took a step forward and was getting ready to tell her something. But there was an interruption.
"What the hell is going on here?" a pissed off chick cried out as she looked around the room at all the mess. She turned to Jax. "Did you cause this?"
He was in the middle of the crowd and was the only one standing, what did she think? Tara thought.
Jax didn't answer, probably afraid of pissing the chick off more.
"Get the hell outta here!" the blonde yelled. "Out!"
Tara tried to keep her calm. She didn't want anyone to think Jax was the bad guy in all of this when he clearly wasn't. "It wasn't his fault! They came at him first. He only defended himself."
The chick looked like she was about to declare war on Tara. "I don't give a shit! You take this animal outta here!"
The name-calling ticked something in Tara. She didn't like it. Didn't like that someone would call the person she loved most such a thing. Tara took a step forward, ready to take a swing. "Don't talk to him that way," she warned the chick.
"It's my house! I can say whatever the fuck I want to say! If I want to call him a beast, or a swine, or white trash, or a good-for-nothing-cockroach—I'll do so!" The girl was now right in front of Tara's face, boiling from so much anger.
Tara didn't hesitate. She swung the back of her right hand across the girl's face. A sting quickly shot through Tara's face.
The chick fell right on her ass.
Gasps came from all over the crowd.
Tara towered over the scared chick and looked up at the crowd. She hoped that not just the chick, but that everyone around had gotten the message: no one spoke of Jax Teller that way. At least not in front of her.
"Tara." Jax came up behind her and took her hand. "We should go."
Tara allowed Jax to pull her away from the crowd. Together, they made their way to his bike. Once she sat in that bike and she wrapped her arms around his waist, she knew that bringing Jax into the "normal" world wasn't possible. She doubted it would ever accept him.
She held him tightly, saddened by the fact that they didn't know him the way she knew him.
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~JAX~
Jax decided to take a longer route to get back home. Going down I-5 would get them back home within 15 minutes. He knew Tara needed a few moments more to settle down.
There were no cars on the street other than them. There were hardly any city lights and the night was dark.
After a few minutes of riding, he looked back towards Tara. He had a feeling she was still pretty upset.
He saw her looking down, thinking. He decided to pull over. Maybe she needed to let it out.
He got off the main road and slowed down, parking on the off-road. He turned off the bike and turned to her.
She was still looking down.
"Hey?" he asked gently as he took off his helmet and glasses.
She didn't say a word. She just gave a sad sigh and took off her helmet.
"What is it?" Jax asked as he caressed her face. He hated seeing her like this: disappointed.
Tara looked up at him. "It shouldn't be this hard."
"What?" he asked softly.
A few tears formed in her eyes. She got up from the bike and tried to control herself. "Our worlds. I just want to go…anywhere—everywhere—with you." She held onto him tightly. "No judgments. No prejudice. No one looking at you as if you were—" She stopped herself, the tears catching up to her.
Jax got up from the bike and went over to her to try to sooth her. "It's ok, babe."
"No, it's not." A bright, red flush spread through her neck and face due to her anger. "They don't know you. How can they—?" She let out a grunt of frustration. "Closed-minded hypocrites." She began to shake furiously.
"Hey, hey. It's ok; it's alright." Jax lowered his voice, knowing full well this worked for her when her emotions were shot.
She took a few deep breaths. The red flush began to disappear from her face. It was working.
He continued to whisper to her, doing his best to calm her.
She stared up at him and a look of amazement came across her face.
"What?" he asked, puzzled by her reaction.
"You're something else, Jax Teller," she said softly.
He didn't get it.
She placed her hands on his neck and stroked him there. "If everyone could just see what I see…I don't believe there's a person in this world that could have one negative thing to say about you."
He looked down, loving her and hating himself at the same time. The way she saw him wasn't the real Jax Teller. There was another side—a much darker side that he vowed to never let her see. What she thought of him brought him happiness and a lightness he hadn't felt for a long time. For selfish reasons, he wanted her to continue seeing him that way. But he felt like scum because he was being unfair to her. She deserved to have better.
And he wanted to be better for her. He honestly couldn't see anyone loving her the way he did. Protecting her the way he could. Worshiping her the way he did.
Jax reached down and kissed her, thanking her for loving him the way she did.
She returned the kiss with a stronger emotion, a passionate one. She clung to him as she allowed herself to get lost in him.
It didn't take long for Jax to feel the same craving back for her.
Her lips claimed him and she pushed him down onto his bike. He sat down and kept himself as steady as possible, making sure the bike didn't fall down and break.
She got on top of him, her legs on either side of him, her arms cradling his neck. "God, you drive me crazy." She began to rub herself along his stomach.
His hands roamed along her legs and cradled her ass gently. He tried to control himself; he usually was the one that took the lead. Every now and again, though, she would get into a mood and want to be the one in charge. Right now was one of those moments.
Tara wrapped her fingers around his cut and began to tug at it while she continued to kiss him profoundly.
Jax helped her and placed his cut on the handles of his bike. He reached to his shirt and took it off.
Tara took a long look at his six-pack stomach. She reached down and rubbed her palms against it. He felt her shiver the moment her fingers touched him.
He cracked a cocky smile at her.
She looked up at him with a look of hunger in her eyes. "You need to stop being so good-looking. It would help my obsession."
Jax brought his hands to her shirt and moved it up. He took the cups of her bra and pushed them out of the way so that he could stare into the most beautiful globes he'd ever laid eyes on. He pressed both her breasts with his palms, making them fuller.
A moan escaped her lips.
"Right back at ya," he said right before diving in and sucking at those puppies.
A louder moan was let out of her. She began to grind up against his thigh.
Jax looked up and saw the ecstasy. Her head had fallen back, her hair was a mess, and her throat was making the most sexiest sounds. His lips curved and applied more pressure on her.
She tugged at his hair. "Jax!"
He wasn't close to being done. He took a hold of both breasts and pressed them together, this way, he could feed on both of them at the same time.
Tara's nails were now clawing at his arms. She was ready to cum.
The speed of his tongue picked up on one nipple while the other was getting pinched and tugged at lightly.
Not long after, Tara came undone. She let out a howl as she reached the top. And very slowly, she began to come down.
He kissed the top of her breasts and covered them back up.
She smiled blissfully at him and kissed him gently. "I wanted to take lead," she said lazily.
He chuckled. "You can take it next time." He had intended to let her take lead, but he got too caught up in his emotions. They took over.
Tara looked around in the dark.
Jax did the same thing too. They were still out in the open, in the side of the road, and could be easily seen.
No cars had yet to come through and one eventually would. They were lucky to still be alone. They shouldn't press it.
Jax was sure Tara was thinking the same thing and he began to put back his shirt.
Tara stopped him, though. "What are you doing?"
Jax looked up at her, confused by her question. "Heading back home?"
She cuddled closer to him. "But we were just getting started." She bent over and started pecking his chest.
Jax smiled. "We can finish it back at your room or the apartment…" He kissed her neck.
She shook her head and began to rub herself against him once more. "I can't wait that long." She began to unbuckle his belt.
Jax was baffled at this response. It was so unlike her. They were outside; they could easily get caught! And it was turning him on.
Tara gave him a mischievous look. "We'll make it a quickie," she said as she reached into his pants and cupped him.
Jax bit back a groan. He loved the feel of those fingers around him.
She began to pump her hand up and down in quick motions.
She really does want a quickie, he thought as his hunger built more intensely.
She used her other hand to also go into his boxers and cup his balls. Lightly and with a fast pace, she massaged him as she whispered things into his ear. Words that she knew made him cum fast. She rarely used dirty talk and when she did, it was enough for him to want to explode.
Tara began to rub against the spot right before his balls began, which the spot where Tara had found one day that caused him to have a mind-blowing orgasm.
"Fucking shit!" He didn't want to cum too soon. He gripped onto Tara's thighs, trying to hold back as much as he could. 'Tara," he said warningly.
She rubbed a little faster and gave a giggle. "Yeah?" she asked innocently.
He took a few deep breaths. "Fuck!"
Tara brought her lips close to his and picked up the pace in her other hand, the one gripping his dick. Her lips were close enough for a kiss.
And he wanted to reach up and fill up the space, but he wasn't able to move. His body was in her complete control. He knew she was getting payback.
Then, she did something she had never done before. She took the sensitive skin right below his balls and pinched it lightly.
The oxygen left him. His heart stopped working. His blood stopped circulating. He felt gravity disperse. And he flew to a beautiful escape.
After a few seconds of nirvana, Jax landed back down. A set of bright green eyes welcomed him. She was grinning from ear to ear.
"I'm gonna pay you back," he said weakly.
She laughed, swinging her arms around him again. "You can pay me back now," she said seductively.
Tara began to stroke that sensitive spot again, bringing him back to life.
Jax nearly jumped of shock as he felt his limp dick becoming solid again. He couldn't believe she was getting him hard again this quickly.
Tara didn't allow him to think, her lips were claiming him again. She got off him just long enough to take off her pants and panties. She came back to his lap.
Jax looked down the street, seeing a light glow on the horizon.
He jumped at the sight of the car, picking up Tara at the same time. He scanned his surroundings, looking for a place to hide the both of them. He didn't mind so much of someone seeing him buck-naked, but someone seeing his girlfriend's pussy was another thing all together. Jax noticed they were actually on a hill and he moved them over towards the bottom of it.
Tara didn't seem to mind the movements; she continued to kiss his neck and chest.
Then just as the car started passing them, Jax brought Tara and him down on the ground. He placed Tara below him so that just in case the car did catch a glimpse of them, Jax covered Tara.
Tara let out a moan as he crushed into her.
He feared he might have pushed her down too hard or that the ground was very uncomfortable for her. He regretted his decision once he saw her down on the dirt. The position she was in had to be painful. Jax brought his hands around her, deciding he could lie down on the ground instead.
However, Tara had a different plan. The moment he came closer to her, she took him in her hand and brought him inside of her. The instant he entered her, he didn't see that she was feeling any kind of discomfort. All she was feeling was passion for him. She didn't care how her back was feeling.
He too forgot where they were and began to move inside her. He started off slow, wanting to enjoy the lovemaking. Wanting to enjoy the art they were creating.
Tara met him stroke for stroke. Her leg came up higher and settled on his hip, allowing him to hit a soft spot in her. The movement was making her gasp and she pressed against him.
Jax reached over and pulled her shirt up and her bra off of her breasts, allowing her tits to bounce freely. He didn't know why this image always turned him on. He stroked her faster and kept his eyes on the pair of beauties and they jumped all over the place.
Tara looked up at him and began to stroke his six-pack. She met his thrusts roughly.
Jax felt himself cuming again too soon. He didn't want to get to his peak without her, so he placed a finger against her clit and began to rub it.
Tara let out a loud cuss word and sat up against him.
He took her other leg and placed it above his shoulder. The new angle allowed him to go deeper within her and by the look on her face she was close to orgasm.
She reached over and clung to his neck as his plunges became harder and faster. She let out short and loud yelps as she tried not to cum too soon.
However, the moment Jax began to rub her clit again, she lost all of control.
She tightened up her pussy around him and made him cum with her.
The couple gave one last final thrust as they allowed themselves to be taken away to paradise.
A good, long minute passed and Jax still held onto Tara. He noticed he was covered in sweat and due to that, there was so much dead grass clinging to him. He didn't care at the moment, but he knew he would later on.
After several moments of the pair trying to catch their breath, Tara let out a laugh.
He stared at her and smiled at her apparent happiness. "What?"
She looked at him. "The things you drive me to do," she accused him.
He laughed. "You're the one who attacked me!"
Tara simply laughed.
God, he loved her.
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~TARA~
"Opie, just pick a spot!" Donna said in an irritating tone.
The friends were all in a triple date: Jax and Tara, Donna and Oppie, and Rachel and Candy. There had been a bet going on as to where they would go for the date. The guys had wanted to stay in Charming and party at TM, Rachel and Tara had voted for spending the day at the Bay, and Donna and Candy had voted for going to the movies.
To the guys' much dislike, Donna and Candy won and now here they were in Stockton seeing a movie they wanted nothing to be a part of.
Out of the two of them, Opie was the one who least wanted to be here, so he was doing everything humanly possible to annoy his girlfriend.
He was standing in the middle of the isle and not moving. "My spot is outside on my bike."
Donna sent him a glare. "A bet's a bet. You don't hear me complaining about how often we're always at TM, do you?"
Opie still didn't move.
In the few years Tara had come to know Opie, she knew he hated crowds. And because they were here at the theaters on a Friday night to see a movie that was being predicted to a blockbuster hit, there were hundreds of people surrounding Opie.
Tara looked behind her and saw the crowd was beginning to get impatient.
Jax saw her worry and reached over to give Opie a push. "Just hurry, man!"
Opie let out a grunt and decided to go all the way to the top row, where there were eight empty seats.
All of the friends walked to the top row and got settled. Jax and Tara took the two off to the side that was specifically for the disabled. Tara had argued against it, but Jax put her at ease when he told her they would quickly move if someone needed it.
"There's better space here," Jax said as he stretched out his legs in front of him and wrapped his arm around Tara.
Tara stared over at her friends, who were at least a dozen feet away. "I'm not close enough to talk."
Jax gave her a look of disbelief. "Babe, you're gonna see movie. Is there one place you can't not talk in?"
She rolled her eyes. He always told her she talked too much. "I don't talk all of the time."
He gave her a look of shock. "Yes, you do."
"I do not."
A few people sent out hushes at her, some of them came from her friends. Tara looked up and noticed the previews had started. She quickly became embarrassed for her rudeness and told herself she would keep quiet for the rest of the movie.
Jax chuckled softly and whispered to her, "You won't you won't get through this whole movie without talking, you know that don't you?"
He knew her too damn well.
"Yes, I can," she said defensively.
He held her stare and smiled. "Wanna bet?"
"What exactly are we betting?" she asked.
"You win and I'll come watch this movie with you another 10 times without bitching about it."
Tara's eyes went wide with shock. "You'd be willing to see Romeo + Juliet that many times with me?"
Jax scoffed. "I'm just amusing you because you're not going to win."
She rolled her eyes yet again at him. "And if you win?"
"Just the satisfaction that I'm right and you're wrong is enough for me," he said as he sent her a teasing smile.
Tara turned to the movie and decided to keep her mouth shut. "You're on."
She knew Jax was doing his best to not laugh at her.
She did good the first few minutes of the movie. She stayed still and refused the urge to whisper to him the thoughts she had on the movie so far. She bit her lower lip to help her a bit.
But then, she felt something tug at her skirt. Tara frowned and looked down. She found Jax was making his way up her skirt.
Tara took a grab of his wrist and sent him a look.
He leaned over and began to kiss her neck. "Remember to keep quiet." His fingers fought her hand off.
He was way too strong for one of her hands, so she had to use her other hand as well. "Jax, there's people here," she said, not caring anymore about their bet.
Jax seemed to forget too since he didn't mention it. He continued kissing her neck. "Who cares?" He reached her inner thighs and continued going north.
Tara's body began to blaze up and as much as she wanted to, she didn't pull away from him. His hands just felt too damn good at the moment.
He grinned into her neck. "Makes it exciting with so many people around, huh?" he asked as his fingers pushed away her panties.
She sucked in a sharp breath as desire began to win over and reason was pushed aside.
"We'll be quiet…and quick." His voice was low and sultry. A combination that always made her extra wet.
Jax continued to tease her core for the next half an hour. He would take her up high, but quickly brought her back down.
Tara took deep breaths to prevent crying out of pleasure. The way Jax's fingers were entering her and the fact that there were at least 400 people around them at the moment, definitely was making her excited. She had never done something like this before—at least not in public with so many people.
Jax was taking his time with her, but when the sex part of the movie took place, he began to go at a faster pace.
Tara's breathing got heavier and she wished that they were in a private place so she could do to him what she really wanted to.
Jax's lips came close to her ear once more. "Think you can be silent, babe? I bet you can't." He entered a fourth finger—the most he ever had—and went deeper inside of her.
Tara wanted to shout at him, kiss him, cuss at him, make love to him, and hit him all at once! He was sweetly torturing her.
With his thumb, he rubbed circles against her clit.
She let out a sharp gasp and she was afraid she was going to cave in.
But Jax's mouth was there to catch her scream and kissed it away.
She finally came on Jax's hand and held on tightly to him for several minutes afterwards.
Once she was steady enough, Jax kissed her nose and dropped back to his seat. He took one of her napkins and cleaned his hand, sending her a playful wink.
She hated him.
For the remainder of the movie, Jax kept his arm around Tara's shoulders and didn't touch her anywhere else. Of course, throughout the film he would have a smile on his face that Tara fully understood. She slapped him across the chest plenty of times because of it, which only made him start laughing.
Tara was grateful the damn movie was finally over. She didn't think she could ever watch this damn movie again.
As the friends made their way out of the theater, Jax kept to Tara's side and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. He wiggled his eyebrows at her. "Like the movie?" he asked teasingly.
Before she could answer, Opie sent them a glare. "Next time you wanna have sex, why not just stay home?"
"Yeah, I could smell the sex all the way where I was sitting," Rachel accused out loud.
Many people of the crowd turned around to stare at Tara and Jax.
While Jax found this humorous and laughed it off, Tara felt like she wanted the earth to swallow her whole.
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~JAX~
"Choose one hand—only one hand," Jax told Tara one day while they were out at the park. He held both of his hands behind his back.
Tara raised a suspicious eyebrow. "It's not another vibrator, is it?"
Jax rolled his eyes. "No."
"Rubber chicken?" she guessed.
"No."
"Jack in the box?"
"No."
"Electrical handgrip?"
She was a horrible guesser. "No!"
"You're not gonna fart again, are you?" she asked as she made a face, remembering.
"Will you just pick one?" he asked impatiently.
She hesitated, but then pointed to his right hand. "That one…I guess."
It really didn't matter. She was going to get the same thing no matter what hand she picked. He brought his hands to the front and turned over his right hand. A small, black box was placed on his palm.
Tara stared up at him, a bright smile on her face. "What is it?"
He handed it to her. "Open it."
Tara took it, but still looked confused. "It's not our anniversary, you know."
"I know."
"It's not my birthday either."
"I'm aware of that."
"And Christmas is more than a month away."
"So my calendar tells me."
Her face turned serious. "You didn't do anything that's gonna make me upset, did you?"
"Nooo."
"Well, what other reason would you have to—?"
He glared at her. "You're ruining it! Just open it!"
Tara decided to drop it and opened up her box. Inside was a silver necklace. One that had taken Jax a good year to save up for. He had wanted to give it to her for her birthday, but decided it would be best to wait a little longer to give it to her.
Tara's face fell at the sight of it. "It's beautiful, Jax." She picked it up and stared intently at the silver feather that hung on the chain.
Jax loved to see her so happy. "I wanted to give you something on a day that I didn't have to," he explained. "I don't need a special event to tell me when I can give you a present that shows you I love you."
Tara turned to him with loving tears in her eyes.
He took the necklace and put it on her. "This is for when I'm on one of my long rides. You can look down and remember your crow."
"So, it's a crow's feather?" Tara asked as she examined it again.
Jax nodded. "Happy designed it and I took it to this jeweler the club knows. It's custom made. A one and only piece." He leaned over and kissed her.
Tara wrapped her arms around Jax and kissed him back. "You know I don't need to look at a feather to remember you, right?" Her nose rubbed gently against his. "Every other thought in my mind is about you."
The look in her eyes told him she wasn't lying.
Jax didn't know what he had ever done to deserve someone like Tara Knowles.
AN: I've always noticed that necklace Tara has had since season 1; it kind of looks like a feather. I always wondered what that necklace means exactly, because towards the end of season 4, she's seen holding onto it when she's upset. In this story, I made it be that Jax did in fact give it to her, which is why she treasures it so much.
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DATE: 8/4/13