After I'd killed someone for the first time, Jax practically had someone watching over me 24/7. I guess he thought that I was going to crack or lose my mind over it. Sure, I was still a little sensitive to certain things, but I wasn't going to kill myself or do anything worse.

Either way, the next couple of days were rather annoying. Everyone treated me as gently and carefully as if I was an egg about to break. I only went along with my constant babysitting for Jax's sake. If I could prove to him that I was alright, then I could finally be left alone for once and I'd be able to drive my own bike.

...

About a week passed by when I was almost certain that Jax was going to let me off the hook in a matter of days or maybe hours. At the moment, I was taking care of closing up everything in the clubhouse after a late shift at the garage. Opie had already gone home to Lyla and the kids, leaving me with Juice to be my ride home. After I'd put away any bottles of alcohol left out and turned off most of the lights in the main room, I walked down the dorm room hallway in search of Juice.

I finally came to a stop in the hallway outside of a door cracked open a bit. Peeking in, I found Juice finishing up with something on his laptop. Quietly, I came in and closed the door as Juice glanced behind him to see that I was done. "You ready to go?" he asked, turning back to his laptop screen.

I nodded as I looked around Juice's dorm room. "Yeah," I said in response. The room was cleaner than I'd ever expected it to be. Everything looked neat and just plain clean. However, that was when I remembered hearing Chibs say that Juice had a bit of an OCD streak.

As Juice worked to quickly finish up whatever it was he was doing, I lightly leaned against the corner of the desk he was sitting at. Folding my arms across my chest, I looked down at him and his brows knitted together in concentration. However, I did notice them become less scrunched together when I came right next to him. I held back a tiny smile when I realized that I'd distracted him.

Making a show of glancing around the room again, I smiled a little. "You ever think about becoming one of those French maids for the clubhouse? This place is spotless," I said. That definitely distracted him from his work. A smile curled at the edges of his mouth as he typed away.

"Like the maids who dress up in those black and white outfits with the little dusters?" he asked. I nodded. "Yeah. I think you'd make the perfect French maid. You could do everything for the club. I can see it now. Tig will get himself one of those little bells to ring you over and make you wait on his every whim," I said, pretending to be looking at the image.

I reached my goal as Juice finally looked up from his laptop. "That's never gonna happen. And besides, I think you just want to see me in a short skirt," Juice said. I laughed, shaking my head. That image popped in my head and I immediately wanted to gouge it out. "That's a nightmare waiting to happen," I said. Juice grinned and stood up, laptop completely forgotten. He pushed his chair out of the way as he stood in front of me. "Wanna see me curtsey?" he asked.

Quickly, I shook my head as Juice took hold of the ends of his kutte as though they were the ends of a skirt. "No, I don't wanna see that. The image of you in a skirt is already painfully burned into my mind," I said. Juice chuckled, dropping the ends of his kutte to the sides.

As he moved in front of me, I poked him in the chest. "You know, you can be a dork sometimes, Juice," I said. Juice put his hands up as if he were offended. He scoffed. "Well, I never," he said, sounding very much like a Southern Belle.

Giggling, I pointed a finger at him. "Point made," I said. Juice grinned mischievously as he wiggled his ringed fingers at me. "Oh, it's on," he said. When I realized what he was about to do, I looked around and assessed my options. Unfortunately, Juice pounced right away and I tried to duck under his big arms, squealing with laughter. I made it as far as the closed door when Juice caught me around the waist, turning me around with my back to the door.

Completely defenseless and at Juice's mercy, I laughed until happy tears started to come to my eyes as Juice tickled my stomach. Damn him for knowing my weak spots. As Juice slowly let up the rate of his tickle war, I managed to speak. "No fair," I said between giggles.

Juice chuckled a bit. "Completely fair," he said. And then he was kissing me. Despite it being out of the blue, I didn't pull away or gasp. I actually wrapped my arms around Juice's neck and kissed him back, liking the electric feeling I got when he held me to him.

Abandoning the tickling, Juice's hand slid down from my stomach to grip my hips. As he did so, I felt warmth going throughout my stomach. I wasn't sure if either of us had planned for this to happen ever again, let alone tonight, but it was. And I was finding myself liking it.

Once again, Juice's hands moved down my hips to grip the back of my thighs, lifting my feet up off the ground to wrap around his waist as he pressed my back against the closed door. A tiny gasp left my lips when his mouth left mine to leave a trail of kisses down my neck and gently nip my collarbone.

Thinking about Jax and how he might see what marks Juice left on me, I spoke with Juice's lips against my throat. "Jax is going to see that," I gasped. I felt Juice smile against my neck. "Good," he replied huskily. I giggled at his response. Normally, Juice would've been nervous about Jax suspecting we were doing anything, but he wasn't now.

With that, Juice got a better hold on me and carried me over to the bed. He gently deposited me there and climbed on top of me, kissing me all over.

Butterflies spread throughout my stomach as Juice unbuttoned my shirt and I helped him out of his kutte and t-shirt. Completely shirtless, I couldn't help admiring Juice's perfectly sculpted body. His muscles were taut and his tattoos were amazing. I still couldn't see his head tattoos because of his hair, but I didn't care.

I lifted my arms above my head to let Juice take off my tank top before he quickly disposed of my jeans. While he kissed my neck and tried to unclip my bra, I reached down and undid the buckle of his belt, getting his pants off.

Once Juice had gotten off my bra, I thought he was going to say a thank-you prayer to God. I giggled at Juice's victory shimmy before I pulled him back down and kissed him. Juice's hands traveled from my bare chest down to my panties, slipping them off as I did the same with his boxers.

Being around me nearly 24/7, Juice knew I was on birth control, so neither of us even bothered with reaching for a condom. Within seconds, Juice had entered me and our hips were moving in unison. I moaned softly and gripped the hard muscles of Juice's shoulder, his hot breath on my neck. Afterwards, both of us were so tired that we just fell asleep right there at the clubhouse, not even thinking about how Jax was expecting me to come home.