"Four months Jax," I moaned as he attacked my neck, "It's been four very long months."
"I know baby," he said.
I felt him pull me away from the wall and held my legs tighter around him.
"Ugh, Jax," I moaned between kisses, "answer me something?"
"Yea baby," he said, moving us over to the bed.
"How many times did you sleep with her?" I asked after he lay me down.
Jax pulled back, "What?" he asked.
It took a lot for me to hold back my smile, "How many times?"
Jax rolled onto his back at my side and groaned, "Jesse—"
I couldn't hold back my laughter as I swung my leg over his waist and straddled him.
"Just wanna know how much I have to make up for," I whispered huskily.
He rolled us back over and held himself above me, a small smirk playing around his mouth.
"Oh," he said with a nod, "You have a lot to make up for."
My laughter was cut off by his kiss. We had just started taking off our clothes when there was a knock at the door.
"Busy," Jax called out, kissing me again.
"Jax, you and Jess need to come out here," Juice's voice said through the door, "Tara's in the garage asking for you."
I groaned as Jax pulled away and sat up.
"Swear to God I'm gonna to kill that bitch," I muttered as we both stood.
"Shit baby, might wanna cover your neck," Jax said with a smirk.
"Why?" I grinned, pulling my hair up away from my neck, "I kinda like it, caveman."
He came at me again and I shrieked, dodging out of the way. Sadly, I wasn't quick enough and he grabbed me around the waist. I remembered that Abel was sleeping next door and quickly clapped a hand over my mouth; praying I didn't wake him.
"What's the matter?" Jax asked into my neck.
"Abel's asleep next door, I'm praying that we didn't just wake him up," I said in a whisper.
Jax stilled and we both looked over at the baby monitor that had somehow managed to find its way to the bedside table. There was no sound and I breathed a sigh of relief. I turned slightly and smacked Jax on the arm.
"Don't make me do that! We just got him to sleep Jax," I said.
"Well, you might as well get him up anyway Jesse; he's gonna wanna eat soon."
"Fine," I said as we left the room, "I'll get the baby, you go deal with your bitch."
"Jesse, you know you're my only—"
"Jax, you finish that sentence, and I'mma have to kick your ass," I said as I stood at the door to Abel's room.
He just grinned at me and left the dorms. Shaking my head, I snuck quietly into Abel's room and crept over to the crib. When I peeked inside, I saw him laying quietly; staring up at the ceiling, and I smiled.
"Hey baby boy," I cooed softly, "Let's go save Daddy from the evil witch in the garage."
He smiled and shook his tiny fist at me, making me laugh as I walked towards the garage. I heard her screaming and rolled my eyes, straightening my back and holding Abel close. The entire club seemed to turn towards me when I began my walk into the fray. I subtlety walked over and stood at Jax side, moving one hand from where I held Abel; to rest on his arm.
"Who the fuck is this bitch?" she cried, eyes wild.
"Hey! Show some fucking respect, she's club royalty," Jax growled.
"No," I said softly, "Its okay, she's not one of us; she doesn't understand the way things work here."
"One of you? I'm not one of you?! I've been one of you since Jax made me his Old Lady when I was eighteen!"
I shook my head, "No Tara," I replied as I handed Abel over to Shawn, "Take him to the kitchen with Gemma and baby girl," I murmured, "Mama's about to get nasty."