Much awaited chapter. Up next a little Jax and Lexi history and then we'll start getting into the TV series story line. Please let me know what you think. Jax lovers will love the next chapter- Happy lovers don't lose hope. I mean things have to get dicey. Neither of these characters is ever going to do things the easy way. Not in Lexi's nature.
Happy growled from across the lot, his fists clenching so quickly his knuckles popped. "What the fuckin hell has gotten into you?" Chibs looked around pushing his sunglasses low on his nose as he came across the scene visible through the office windows. "Yeah that shits a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. Sunday bloody Sunday brother." "I thought she was pissed off with the VP." Chibs laughed shrugging his shoulders, "they've been friends for a long time. She's never stayed cross with him for long." Happy's jaw ticked as he struggled not lose his shit. "So it's true then? They're fucking?" Chibs lit his cigarette trying to ignore the dark murderous stare of the Tacoma Killer. "Nah, I don't think so. Though can't say Jackie boy hasn't tried his fair share." The truth is Chibs wished they would get together. She deserved a place in this club, an actual role. Tara would never be the woman they needed her to be, but Lexi, Lexi could be Queen one day. She could keep the boys together. They needed her and he was terrified one day they'd lose her to 2.5 kids, a banker husband and a white picket fence. They all knew Jax had a thing for their girl, but Chibs suspected he was the only one who had noticed the way Happy had been looking at her lately. Chibs tried to restrain himself, Happy scared the shit out of him. "She's not some piece of arse to be fucked and chucked brother." He couldn't help it. Chibs eyes locked with Happy's. He needed to make sure his brother knew. Happy could see the warning in his stare. Crap.
Happy watched as Lexi playfully pushed Jax away and he ground his teeth together in an attempt to hold back the anger. He wanted to barge into the office. He wanted to grab her by the braid and show everyone in the vicinity exactly who owned that ass. But he didn't. He didn't own her at all. He didn't want an old lady any more then she seemed to want to be shackled to a club member. Happy did not acknowledge the remark at all, choosing to walk back to his bike instead. He had to get the hell away from here. Take a ride and clear his head.
Happy rode, he rode for hours. Rode all the way into Bakersfield and up to his mom's door. He needed to clear his head. Happy shot a text to Clay and Jax to let them know where he was before going in to distract himself. Something to push her naked body out of his mind.
Lexi had heard the bike peel off the lot. She'd watched him go, confused by his obvious irritation. "What crawled up his ass?" asked Jax as he placed a hand on her hip and rested his chin on her shoulder. "Who knows," she whispered as she chewed on her lip. What the hell WAS that about? Lexi felt a ball of worry develop in her stomach and instantly pushed it away. No fucking way was she about to start worrying about the mother fucking Tacoma Killer. It was a one off thing and he'd be back to his charter soon. They could go back to ignoring each others presence. She'd treat him just like any other patch who passed through on occasion. She shrugged Jax off her shoulder before running her hand over her braid and taking a few steps back. "I gotta wash the club house sheets- I'll see you later." Jax reached one hand out as if he was going to touch her, to stop her. "You need any help Lex?" His blue eyes clung to her. She felt a tightening in her throat. "Ha, please! Like Jax Teller knows the first thing about doing laundry!" Jax blushed slightly, "yeah I guess you're right." Lexi gave him a reluctant smile before leaving the office as quickly as she could.
Happy rolled back onto the lot around five o'clock. The first thing he noticed was Lexi's truck still on the lot. It had been pulled out of the garage and now sat next to one of the tow trucks. He decided at his Ma's that his reaction had been his protective instincts; it had nothing to do with how good it felt to be buried balls deep in her tight little- nope. No. This was about protecting her. And the club. This was about protecting her from herself if necessary. If she didn't want to be with Jax, she had to stop leading him on. Obviously Jax couldn't be trusted to make smart decisions around her. He did stupid things like get her shot, or bring down the wrath of a crazy ass woman who didn't play by club rules. And these incidents were leading up to something much bigger. Something that could jeopardize the club.
Happy made his way toward the dorm rooms pausing when he passed the storage room which held the club laundry machines. She was bent over in those tight jeans, her full round ass in the air. The scent of clean laundry was heavy with the humidity from all three driers running at once. His palmed itched. He ignored it clearing his throat. Lexi popped up and spun around on her heels. Happy was closing the door behind him, flipping the lock. "Can I help you sugar?" She gave him a playful little smirk wondering if he was looking for a little repeat action. She could use the distraction. Something felt off in the clubhouse and besides, she figured they'd already done it once, what would it matter as long as they didn't get caught? They could just enjoy this trip and then reset when he left back to Tacoma. Her flirty little grin had the opposite from the intended effect. His shoulders tensed. Was that the same smile she'd been throwing at Jax earlier? "No but you should start helping yourself." He growled stepping closer to her. "Excuse you?" Lexi bristled, crossing her arms over her chest. It wasn't sexual tension filling what little space there was between them. Lexi had not seen this coming. "You either need to fuck Jax or stop flirting with him. You're starting all this shit! Batting your eyelashes at him, hanging all over him like some fucking crow eater!" Lexi fumed her brow furrowed, her jaw tensed, leaning forward slightly- ready to strike. She had never liked being told what to do. "What the fuck did you just say to me?" "You heard me! I saw you earlier all cuddled up with him. No wonder Tara was pissed. You're asking for trouble Lex." Lexi charged forward her finger jabbing him in the chest. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" She punctuated each word with a jab of her finger. She completely ignored the way his peck muscles twitched. "Jax and I have been friends forever and I treat him just like I treat all of the other guys!" Happy scoffed, "do you honestly believe that?" Lexi shoved him. She was tiny and all he did was shift his weight onto his back foot. She knew he only did it to distance himself a bit. I don't hit women. I don't hit women. "You sound fucking jealous," she hissed. His face grew darker. How fucking dare she. "You don't get to tell me what to do Happy." She was directly in his face, her large eyes lined in coal stared up at him. He could see a storm brewing; they promised pain. Damn it that was hot. "You are not my father or my brother or even Redwood Original. I don't belong to you. You don't get to have any opinions on anything I do. It was a fucking dream Hap. Remember? It never really happened. Now get the fuck out of my way before I lose my god damn shit and the entire club house hears!" Happy stepped out of the way watching as she stormed out of the room slamming the door shut behind her. She was right. He didn't really have a right. He wasn't even a member of her home charter. He grit his teeth and cursed. He had to get the fuck out of Charming.
