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Sorry, this chapter is insanely long, but I couldn't figure out where to cut it off.

Chapter 13

Gracie would have smiled at the very cocky, very cute man staring at her expectantly from her kitchen table if she wasn't so fucking embarrassed.

She tried to make her voice sound strong, but it came out a shaky stammer. "Breakfast…uh…yeah, that sounds good. Let me, uh…"

Grace looked down at herself wearing nothing but a thin pair of sleep shorts and a tiny tank top. She quickly crossed her arms over her chest to hide the very obvious fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. Suddenly uncomfortable knowing everyone was looking at her, she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. She raised her eyes to Juice for help, but he was just staring down at her with a very amused look on his face. She wanted to be pissed, but he was too damn adorable to ever be mad at, so she just rolled her eyes at him.

She tried her best to make eye contact with Jax. "So, I'm a little…underdressed right now. I'm just going to, um…"

Gracie looked frozen, unsure of how to make an exit. Juice finally took pity on her and pulled at one of her crossed arms so that he could hold her hand. He should have done it earlier, but he thought she looked so fucking cute when she got all flustered. Pulling her towards the hallway he said, "Gracie and I are gonna go change our clothes, and then we can eat, ok?"

Jax just gave him a knowing smile. "Sure you are, Juicey. Just don't take too long 'changing your clothes' man. I'm starving."

Gracie just hid her beet red face in her free hand while Juice grinned as they made their way back to her bedroom.

Gracie practically ran into her room. "Oh my god, Juice. That was…"

But before she could finish her thought, Juice shut the door and wrapped himself around her from behind, his hands immediately landing on her breasts. He leaned in to whisper in her ear at the same time rubbing his cock against her ass.

"Do you have any idea how sexy you are, sweetheart?"

She couldn't help but sigh as she felt her body melt back into his arms. Juice started kissing the back of her neck, licking and softly biting where the base met her shoulder. She raised her hands to his wrists in a half hearted attempt to pull them away from her breasts.

Her voice came out breathless. "Baby, what are you doing? We can't…oh, that's…Juice… we have to stop. Jax and Tara are…"

He turned her around and slammed her back against the bedroom door. He used one of his arms to gently pin both of her arms above her head while he used the other to slowly travel down the side of her body to her hip. He pushed into her center and they both gasped at the friction.

He flashed a sexy grin and once again started to kiss up and down the length of her neck. "The way to touched me, sweetheart, the things you said…you drive me crazy. You're so fucking hot, Gracie.

Gracie could feel her resolve crumbling with every word out of his mouth. She could barely remember her own name, let alone whatever stupid reason she had for almost stopping him before. Then Juice moved his mouth from her neck to her lips and she was lost. He was relentless as he shoved his tongue in her mouth and explored every inch. He had one hand tangled in the back of her hair and one was grasping her hip so hard she thought it might bruise. She instantly raised her hands to his chest and grabbed his t-shirt for some leverage.

His assault on her mouth continued for a few minutes, but just when she was ready to peel off all of her clothes and throw him on the bed, Juice pulled away.

Juice never broke eye contact as he backed a few feet away. "We gotta stop now sweetheart."

He couldn't help but grin when he saw the confused, pouty expression on Grace's face. It was fucking adorable.

She was still trying to catch her breath. "And why is that, Ortiz?"

Juice smiled as he slowly approached her again, reaching out and gently placing his hands on her hips. "Because if I keep kissing you like that, I'm gonna lose what little control I have and I'm gonna fuck you against this door. I won't give a fuck that Tara and Jax will hear you scream, I won't care that we'll have to rush, I won't care about anything except finally being inside you."

Juice placed one hand underneath Gracie's chin and tilted it up so that he could give her a small, closed mouth kiss. He stared down into those beautiful green eyes, darkened and hazy with want, and was overcome with the love he felt for her.

His voice came out as a whisper. "But that's not what I want for us, Gracie Jane. Not the first time we're together." He glanced over to her bed and pointed before returning his gaze. "Our first time will be right there, no one else will be here, and I'm going to take my time. Ok?"

Gracie wanted to throw her arms around him, but she just nodded and smiled softly. Who knew my big, strong biker would be such a romantic? She placed her hands on the sides of his face and kissed him one more time before walking over to her dresser and getting some clothes. She opened the door and was about to walk to the bathroom to change when she turned around to look at the man that had become her everything.

She gave Juice a small sweet smile. "You know, Juan Carlos? You're really something special."

He looked a little uncomfortable at the comment, suddenly rubbing the back of his neck and looking down at the floor. "Maybe if you keep telling me I'll believe you someday."

Gracie just shook her head in disbelief. He really had no idea how wonderful he was. "Then that's what I'm going to do."

He raised his eyes and smiled back at her before she closed the door. As Gracie walked to the bathroom, the words she had really wanted to say kept playing over and over in her mind. If you'd let me, I'd tell you how special you are every day for the rest of my life…because I love you.

As soon as Juice and Grace left the kitchen, Jax looked over at Tara and they both busted up laughing. He had tears in his eyes, he was laughing so hard.

"Oh my God, I've never seen someone turn so red in my life."

Tara tried her best to stop giggling. "Yeah, that's kind of Gracie's trademark. She embarrasses really easily."

Jax gave her a teasing grin. "Don't know why she would. She's pretty hot and hot women can get away with anything."

Tara punched his shoulder and shook her head, still laughing. "Good to know you're still an ass, Jackson."

His smile widened. "Come on Dr. Knowles, you know I'm just kidding. She's not hot at all…"

Tara just raised an eyebrow in disbelief. Jax raised his hands up in the air in surrender.

"OK, some men may find her really fucking hot…" Tara went to punch him again but Jax quickly grabbed her wrist. Holding it gently, he looked up at her and gave her his flirtiest smile, "but she just doesn't do it for me. You know I've always had a thing for brunettes."

Jax winked at her and smirked. She rolled her eyes at him but was unable to hide her smile. He was so adorable when he was like this; silly and flirty, just like the boy she knew ten years ago.

Jax rubbed his thumb over the inside of her wrist for just a moment before releasing his hold on her. He stared at her with a far off look in his eye.

Pointing to the end of the table where Juice and Grace had been wrapped around each other, Jax smiled and said, "Do you remember when we were in that phase?"

Tara grinned. "And what phase is that?"

He leaned back in his chair and ran his hand through his long blond hair. "Oh you know, the 'getting caught doing it anywhere and everywhere because we can't keep our hands off each other' phase?"

Tara looked down and tried to stifle her grin. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Jax gave her an incredulous look. "Oh really? No idea? You don't remember Piney catching us in the storage room at the clubhouse?"

Tara threw her head back and laughed. "Oh my god, what about Clay walking in on you with your pants down behind his tool bench in the garage?"

He shook his head and smiled. "Nothing was worse than Gemma catching us in the back of her car."

When their laughter faded a few moments later, they both looked at each other warmly. They shared so much history. Sure, some of it was bad. But there was a whole lot more that was really fucking good.

Tara looked down at the table and sighed. "God, Jax, that all seems like a million years ago."

Jackson reached out and held both of Tara's hands in his own. "Not to me, darlin'. Feels like yesterday."

Several minutes later, Gracie came back to the kitchen wearing a pair of yoga pants, a Superman t-shirt and, to her relief, all of her underwear. Juice followed a few seconds later in the clothes he wore the night before, except for his now ruined boxers.

Juice sat down in one of the empty chairs as Grace rounded the table and went directly to Jax, sticking out her hand and finally returning his bright smile from earlier.

"Hey Jax. Sorry, uh, about earlier. We haven't officially been introduced. I'm Grace. It's really nice to finally meet you."

Jax shook his hand and returned her smile. "Don't worry about it. Nice to meet you too."

Gracie turned to start pouring everyone coffee. "So where did you two come from this morning?"

Tara got up to put creamer and sugar on the table. "I was on call last night. Jax was visiting Abel when I was almost done with my shift, so he offered to give me a ride home."

Gracie turned her head and, without Tara noticing, gave Jax a secret wink. "Well that was nice of him."

Jax just smirked. He instantly liked this girl.

Gracie started pulling all the food out of the oven that she had been keeping warm since Juice got up. While Tara quickly set the table, Gracie retrieved a huge stack of pancakes, bacon, sausage, and scrambled eggs. She noticed both Jax and Juice's eyes were wide as she placed the maple syrup and butter on the table, finally sitting down in a chair beside Juice.

Jax smiled. "Damn woman, if you cook like this every morning I may start showing up here more often."

Gracie looked over at Juice and grinned before looking down at her plate. "Well, I wasn't sure what Juice liked for breakfast, so I kind of made everything I had."

Tara watched across the table as Juice took Gracie's hand and held it between his own in his lap. The two just smiled and stared at each other like they were the only two people in the universe. She couldn't help but grin. Tara still had her reservations about her best friend dating a Son, but it was obvious that Juice genuinely cared about Grace and, so far, was making her happier than she had ever seen her.

Jax took a huge bite of his pancakes and groaned. "These are the best fucking pancakes I've ever had." Jax looked over at Tara and Juice and with his mouth still full said, "Don't tell Bobby I said that."

They both laughed. Juice looked over at Gracie. "Bobby's one of our brothers. He loves to cook, really good at it actually. If we ever get to eat pancakes, he usually makes them for us." Juice leaned over and whispered against her ear. "But yours taste better. I bet everything of yours tastes better."

Gracie turned her head to look at Juice with a shocked expression on her face. Her eyes were widened and her cheeks were instantly red. Juice just laughed and kissed her on the forehead while she playfully elbowed him in the side.

Jax and Tara observed the two and gave each other a knowing smile. The scene in front of them was all too familiar. Juice and Gracie looked exactly like Jax and Tara did 10 years ago. They were completely in love with each other.

Gracie turned back to her coffee and to the man sitting across from her. "So Jax, I want to hear all about Abel."

The next hour was spent laughing and getting to know each other. Jax told Gracie about Abel's progress and how excited he was that his son was improving so quickly. They both agreed that it was because of Tara's excellent care, which made the doctor just shake her head and roll her eyes. Tara and Gracie told some of their wilder stories from Chicago, including the time when they almost got arrested for public indecency at a Mardis Gras party because they were too drunk to realize they had taken their shirts off.

Jax couldn't get over how much he liked Grace. She was so sweet and open, completely opposite from most of the women in his life. She seemed honest, friendly, and just…nice. When she asked about Abel, he could tell her concern was genuine. She wasn't just trying to be polite. Looking at the expression on Juice's face, he could also tell that she was going to be really good for his brother. Sure, he fucked with him and gave him a hard time, but Jax loved Juice like he loved all his brothers. He wanted the best for him and Gracie was clearly a quality girl. But most of all, Jax loved the way that Grace had been there for Tara all those years that she had been away from Charming. He had thought about her constantly; where she was, who she was with, but mostly, if she was happy. Tara had always been on the lonely side. Her parents were neglectful at best and she never really made any friends. Other than Jax, she never had anyone she could count on…until now. Grace obviously loved Tara like a sister and it meant everything to Jax that the girl he had loved his whole life finally had someone in her corner.

Tara and Gracie were at the sink washing dishes while Jax and Juice were sitting at the table talking about some sort of Harley engine that they had been working on at the garage. Tara glanced over at the guys at the table and then over to her best friend. The whole thing seemed so…normal. She couldn't help but smile. She and Jax's relationship could be described in a lot of ways. Normal wasn't one of them.

The peaceful moment was interrupted when Jax's phone started to ring.

"Hey, Clay. What's up?" Jax listened for a few seconds before turning to Juice and nodding. "Yeah, I'll be there in five minutes. I'm with Juicey. He'll be there too."

Jax flipped his phone closed and looked at Juice. "We gotta roll brother."

Both men got up from the table and walked over to where the girls were standing. Jax gave Gracie a peck on the cheek.

"It was really nice to finally meet you, darlin'. Thanks for breakfast."

Gracie smiled. "You're welcome, Jax, anytime. Nice to meet you too."

He then went to Tara and gave her another kiss on the cheek, though this one lingered a few moments longer. "Good to see you, Doc."

Tara just nodded. "You too, Jax. Be careful."

Jax just flashed his trademark smirk. "Always, babe."

Juice looked at Tara and gave her a sheepish grin. "Good to see you again, Tara."

Tara nodded. "You too, Juice." She leaned in to give him a hug and when she was close enough whispered in his ear. "You hurt her, I'll cut your balls off. Got it?"

She felt Juice nod and heard him whisper back, "I got it."

Juice turned towards Gracie and pulled her in for a quick hug. "Thank you, sweetheart, again, for everything. I'll call you as soon as I can, ok?"

Gracie pulled back slightly and rested her hand on Juice's cheek. "Ok." She leaned in and gave him a small sweet kiss on the lips.

He flashed her that big, goofy smile that she loved so much before turning towards the door. Jax and Juice both put on their kuttes before walking out the door. When the sound of their bikes faded in the distance, Tara turned towards Gracie, taking her hand and leading her back to the kitchen table where they both sat down.

Tara looked at Grace with a serious expression. "Alright, Miss Anderson, it's time for class."

Gracie laughed at her friend in confusion. "Oh really? And what class is that?"

Tara just smirked. "Old Lady 101."

Two hours later Gracie's head was spinning. Tara had sat her down and explained that if she was really going to get serious with Juice that she deserved to know what she was getting herself into. She explained what was expected of an old lady, the respect that they commanded, and the shit that they took. She introduced her to terms she had never heard before, namely croweaters and sweetbutts. She was told about the optional, 'what happens on a run stays on a run' policy that most of the couples adopted. Finally she explained the significance of the crow tattoo.

Gracie looked at Tara incredulously. "I knew you didn't just 'really like crows' you dirty liar!"

Tara laughed. "Oh, come on! How else was I ever going to explain to you what my tattoo meant? You would never have understood it."

Grace just rolled her eyes. "Ok, so since you still have your tattoo, are you automatically still Jax's old lady or something?"

Tara shook her head. "No, when I left, Jax and I were over. My crow doesn't mean I'm still his old lady, but it does mean that I can never be with another club member."

Gracie ran her hands through her hair and sighed. "This is a lot to take in."

Tara took one of Gracie's hands in her own and nodded. "I grew up in this shit and still don't understand it all. I can only imagine how you feel.

Tara got up from the table, kissed Gracie on the top of the head, and went to her bedroom. She had been up all night working and exhaustion was setting in. Gracie on the other hand was completely wired thanks to the old lady immersion class she had just been through. She knew the only thing that would clear her mind was a good run, so she quickly changed into her running gear and headed out the door.

As Gracie ran down Main Street she saw Dr. Danielson walking out of Floyd's Barbershop. She hadn't seen him since the night Tristan Oswald was brought into the hospital.

When he saw her, he smiled and waved. Grace slowed to a stop in front of him and took off her headphones. "Hey Dr. Danielson. Nice hair cut."

The handsome doctor returned her smile. "Grace, we're not at the hospital. I think it's safe for you to call me Jeremy."

Gracie blushed and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, sorry. Nice hair, Jeremy." Grace was starting to jog past him. "Well, see you later."

Before she could get away, Jeremy reached out and grabbed her wrist. "Hey, Grace. Listen, I was wondering. If you're free one night, I would really like to take you to dinner."

She stood there staring in shock for a moment before trying her best to recover. "Wow…uh, thanks. Really, I'm flattered, but I'm seeing someone."

Jeremy just offered her a small smile and nodded. "I figured a woman as nice and as beautiful as you couldn't be single. Had to give it a shot though. No harm done?"

Gracie shook her head and returned his smile. "No harm done. See you at work. Bye."

She turned around and ran back towards her house, her mind now filled with more questions than when she started.

Gracie was sitting in her living room watching some late night TV when she heard the familiar rumble of a motorcycle outside her house. She walked outside just as Juice as getting off his Harley.

Juice wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close for a long slow kiss.

Gracie smiled up at him. "How was your day, baby?"

Juice groaned. His day was spent stealing a truck, drugging a Doberman, and loading guns, all beside Tig who had been an asshole all god damn day. But instead of saying all that he just said, "It was stressful."

Gracie leaned in and gave him another kiss, but before it could get too heated, Juice reluctantly pulled away. "I'm sorry, baby. I can't stay. I've gotta go out of town tonight for a while, but I wanted to see you before I left."

Gracie bit her lip and nodded. "Am I allowed to ask where?"

"Nevada. Just don't mention it to anyone."

Gracie stared down at the ground. She hated having this conversation, but knew that she would hate it even more if she didn't. "So…is this considered a run?"

Juice just looked at her, confused. "Yeah, why?"

Gracie looked into those beautiful brown eyes and tried to think of a way of asking this that didn't make her sound like an idiot. After a few moments, she ran her hands through her hair, giving up and just opted for the honest to god truth.

"Juice, listen, one of the doctors from St. Thomas saw me when I was running today and asked me out on a date." Gracie instantly shook her head when she saw the angry expression on Juice's face. "I told him no. I said that I was, you know, seeing someone. I guess it just made me think about how this, between us, is still really new, and how we haven't had the 'are we exclusive' talk yet. So, I guess I just need to know…"

Juice's lips fell onto hers, silencing her rambling. His kiss was full of emotion, passion, and force. He was holding Gracie so tightly, she had to bend slightly backwards and hold onto his kutte for balance. She opened her mouth to allow his tongue entrance, and he completely dominated her. A few seconds later, he pulled back from the kiss as suddenly as he had begun it.

He pulled back and stared directly at the woman he fucking worshiped and hoped he could hide the fear from his eyes.

Juice's voice was uncertain and pleading. "Please don't be with anyone else. I know you could be with a million other guys that are all better for you than me, but please, sweetheart. Stay with me."

Gracie wrapped her arms around his shoulders and scratched gently at the back of his neck, the way she knew he loved. "Baby, listen to me. There is no one else better for me than you…no one. I was never going to be with anyone else. You're the only person I want. But, Tara talked to me about some of the…um, I guess the club rules. And she told me that when you're on runs you guys are...you know, with other women and stuff. I know it's really early and I'm not trying to force you into anything. I guess I just wanted to know where I stand."

She looked down at the ground, too embarrassed to say another word. She felt Juice's hands on either side of her face, gently tilting it up so that they were staring at each other again.

Juice just looked at her like she was crazy. He hadn't been with a croweater since before that night in the St. Thomas parking lot when they decided to try and be 'friends'. Why the fuck would I want someone else? I've fucked random women for the last five years, and none of them got me off the way Gracie's hand job did. She's the sexiest woman on the planet and I fucking love her. Why would I risk that for tired pussy that means absolutely nothing?

He knew he couldn't say those words to her so he tried to pour all of his unspoken emotions into his voice. "Gracie, you are the only person I want. I don't care if I'm in Charming, or on a run, or on the other side of the world. I won't be with anyone else. I could never hurt you like that. You're the only one I want, the only one I'll be with. Just you. I promise."

He tried to read the expression on Gracie's face, but he was lost. "Are we good, sweetheart?"

She finally smiled and relaxed into his arms. "Better than good."

Juice got back on his Harley, but before he could pull away, Gracie gave him one more small, sweet kiss. "Call me when you get there, ok? I just want to know you're safe." Juice reached out and gently ran his fingers through her hair. She reached up and grasped the hand in her own and held it while meeting his gaze. "And just, come back to me, ok?"

Juice kissed her forehead and then whispered. "Every time, sweetheart. I'll come back to you every time."

With those words still hanging in the air, Juice drove out of her driveway and into the night.

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