Thanks for all the reviews! Happy and Lana will be appearing more in the up coming chapters, so I hope you'll like that. And this chapter done show more of Nora's POV in it, so I hope you all like that too lol. I do not own anything in this chapter, besides Nora, everything else belongs to their rightful owners. Co-written with Chevygirl815

Chapter 20

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Juice's eyes never left Nora all night. If she moved, he noticed it. She had been ignoring him since she walked in on him and Lana, excluding the time she tossed that glass full of beer on him. He had even tried giving her flowers, as lame as that was, he tried talking to her while she was working, while she was getting ready to leave, he'd even make any excuse to be the one to walk her home at night. She never talked to him, she barely even looked at him, and he hated it. He hated not being able to see her smile, hear her laugh, see her look at him like she use to.

He knew the most important thing should have been the fact that he missed fucking her. He missed being the one on top of her, pushing into her as fast and as hard as he possibly could. She felt amazing to be inside of, and sometimes it was hard for him to pull out. He remembered times when he'd just fall asleep after fucking her and not even bother to pull out of her. Not that he minded, he felt right at home. Only, now he was back here at the clubhouse and she was at her place.

That shouldn't bother him as much as it did. He had gotten use to falling asleep with her in his arms, the scent of her shampoo invading his senses. He got use to the little things, like how she ate her pizza, or how she'd use the fact that he loved her breasts to beat him in video-games. He loved how she hummed when she cooked dinner, and how when she was cold at night, she'd snuggle into him for warmth. Juice actually missed her sleeping in his arms. He missed having that little body that fit perfectly against his. He missed being able to hold her and keep her safe in his arms, as cheesy as that sounded.

Clearing his throat, he looked around the room. Lana was in Happy's lap, nuzzling his neck as she whispered something to him and ran her hand down his chest seductively. Juice had been so cold to Lana lately, and with good reasons. She had no right to put herself in between him and Nora like she had, it wasn't any of her damn fucking business, and now Nora wouldn't even look at him because of her. He had been being a prick to her, he knew that, and a part of him just didn't care. She deserved it for screwing things up for him.

He knew he was being bitter, it had happened weeks ago, but as long as Nora didn't talk to him, he couldn't forgive her for butting in. She had it out for them since the beginning, and he couldn't understand why. Juice knew it couldn't be because she had feelings for him, they all knew if she had a thing for one of them, it was the whose lap she was currently sitting on. He had to wonder if it was because she had been fucking Happy for years, but he still refused to even think of her as more than a fuck, whereas Juice was basically living with Nora.

Over at the bar, Nora was trying so hard not to look at Juice. He had been watching her all night, and it was starting to get hard to ignore him. After all this time, he was finally starting to break through her walls, and she hated it. She wanted to get over him, but it was hard when he was everywhere she was. He took every chance he could get to try to talk to her, he even showed up at her house with flowers. She had taken the flowers and shut the door in his face. He even went as far as following her when she tried to go on dates, all ending miserably because they weren't him. Glancing over, she saw him looking across the room. Following his eyes, she saw that he was looking at Happy and Lana. A surge of jealousy went through her at the image of Lana riding Juice entered her head again.

Looking between Lana and Juice, she hesitated for a moment before dropping her rag and going around the bar. Enough was enough, she was going to show Lana how it felt to have the guy you cared about leaving with another girl. She made quick work to fix her shirt, tugging it down to show more cleavage, before strutting over to Happy and Lana. Leaning down, her eyes stayed on Lana as she whispered in his ear. Whatever she had whispered to him, he seemed to be all for it. As he got up, he nearly knocked Lana over. Grabbing hold of Nora's hand, he started tugging her forward toward the back. Nora looked back at Lana, giving her a smug smirk to mask how she was really feeling. "Always another whore, right?" she shot back to her, using her own words against her.

It didn't take a genius to see that Lana had feelings for Happy. She might be a 'favorite' with all the guys, but Happy was the one she looked at like he was some prize. Nora knew what she was doing was dangerous. Happy wasn't going to gentle, not that Juice had always been, but she had a feeling that Happy would be a lot different than Juice. Fear sparked in her eyes, knowing that she had just gotten herself into some trouble. Looking across the room, she saw Juice on the edge of his seat, his eyes on her as his whole body was tense. A part of her wished that he would say something, but from the sight of him looking like he was in shock, she knew that he wouldn't.

Tig had pulled Lana into his lap a few minutes after Happy had all but told her to fuck off. She played her part, kept him entertained, but her mind was somewhere else. She hated that Happy would just drop her at the hint of getting something better. She might get passed around, but she was mostly Happy's girl. It hurt that he would just drop her at the promise of something younger and tighter. Not long after, Lana saw Nora come out from the hallway that led to the dorms. The younger girl was visibly upset, almost looked scared.

A part of Lana wanted to laugh, she was still bothered by the fact that Nora had pulled Happy away from her the way she had. She knew that she deserved it for what she did to her and Juice, but Lana liked Happy, a lot. Nora hadn't had the first clue on what she was asking for when she'd pulled him away. She was young and inexperienced, and Happy was not gentle, nor did he care about the fact that Nora couldn't handle him. Lana watched the girl go behind the bar and grab her stuff. "What's wrong?" Juice asked concerned as he approached the bar.

"Nothing," Nora answered, clearly shaken.

She came out from behind the bar just as Happy walked out from the dorms, pulling his shirt on the rest of the way. Nora didn't notice him and almost ran right into him. When she saw him, she backed away slightly. "What's a matter, little girl?" he asked her gruffly. "Too much for you to handle?"

Lana couldn't hide the smirk that teased the corner of her mouth. Nora stubbornly raised her chin. "Maybe. Guess I'm not as skilled as some of the whores around here," she said bravely as she shot Lana a glare. Even if it was weeks ago, the act of betrayal still hurt. Lana had been her friend, granted she never liked the pairing of her and Juice, but the fact that she had gone as far as to sleep with him to get her point across was what hurt her the most.

Lana climbed off of Tig, fed up with Nora firing off the same insult every time. Sure she was a croweater, a whore. But the girl didn't understand, or didn't want to, that she'd done what she'd done with good intentions, whether it was wrong or not. "You know what, Nora? Fuck you. Do you have any idea how many of these guys will fuck anything with two sets of lips, compared to how many of them are ready and willing to settle down and call some clueless little girl their old lady?" She tried to put it in perspective for the other girl as she moved closer to her.

"Guess you would know. Whore." Nora threw the word in her face again.

Before Lana realized it, she'd raised her hand and would've slapped Nora if Juice hadn't been standing nearby. He reached out and grabbed Lana's wrist and got in her face. Lana had never seen Juice really, truly pissed off before. That one time was enough though. He was normally pretty chill, the type of guy that took a lot to set him off. But he was a big guy. Although he wasn't as tall as some of the others, he was definitely built and had a lot of muscle on him. Lana's small frame was tiny compared to him.

Juice had never made her feel so damn small until he was in her face looking like he wanted to hit her himself. She had seen him like this before, and she was worried he might actually do it this time. She knew he was mad at her, but apparently she'd just fucked that up even more. "You need to back the fuck off before you really regret it. You're nothing but a croweater, remember your fucking place before something bad happens," Juice spat, the threat clear in his voice.

Happy watched the exchange. He'd never had an issue with the other guys fucking Lana, she was a sweetbutt after all, that's what she was for. But something about Juice threatening her for a second time bothered him. He stepped forward as Juice dropped her wrist from his grasp. "It's not her fault your little bitch can't handle a good hard fuck," Happy said, just trying to piss Juice off now. He didn't know if he was more bothered about the younger guy putting his hands on Lana, even though he hadn't hurt her, or the fact that he was bothered by it. He shouldn't care, but he kind of did and that annoyed him.

Juice turned to face Happy then and his fist connected with the other man's jaw. Happy stumbled back slightly, taken aback that Juice had either the balls or the stupidity to hit him. He wasn't sure which it was, but either way it had surprised him. Out of pure instinct, Happy threw his own fist, sending Juice back into the bar. Lana and Nora both moved back, not wanting to get in the way. "Shit! Make them stop," Nora ordered Lana.

Lana looked at her like she was crazy. "Are you fucking serious?" she asked as the two men continued to go at each other. Juice ran at Happy, managing to knock him to the floor, as Happy hit him in the stomach. "How the fuck am I supposed to do that?" she asked, pushing past the blonde.

"Where the hell are you going?" Nora asked angrily.

"I'm going to get someone to break this shit up," Lana said as she continued walking. Most of the guys were outside watching a fight and Tig had redirected his attention to another croweater.

"Juice, knock it off!" Nora shouted, pointlessly. Both men ignored her. Seconds later, Tig helped Chibs, Opie, and Jax pull Juice and Happy apart. It took all four of them to do so and then hold the two back.

"Enough!" Jax finally shouted, Halting the two's struggles to get at each other. "What the fuck is this all about?" he asked angrily.

"He was talking shit about Nora." Juice growled.

"Bitch bit off more than she could chew." Happy said.

"What?" Jax asked angrily.

"This is my fault." Lana owned up. "I got involved in something I shouldn't have. I was only trying to help, but it blew back in my face. That's all you need to know, Jax." She didn't want to reveal too much about Juice and Nora, knowing it would only get Juice in trouble.

Jax seemed to accept her explanation. His eyes flickered to Juice questionably, none of them knew that he and Jax had had a talk about his relationship with Nora. He wasn't able to talk to her before Lana decided to involve herself and ruin his relationship with Nora. Jax looked back over to Happy, still not liking the answer that he'd gotten from the killer, but he was not going to push any further. "You two got beef, take it out to the ring. Otherwise, back the fuck off," he said and then turned for the door.

When he was gone, Happy grabbed Lana's arm and pulled her back to the couch with him like they'd been before Nora had dragged him off. Juice stalked off toward the dorms and Nora followed upon seeing the cuts and scrapes he had. Even if she was mad at him, she couldn't stand seeing him hurt. She just had to make sure that he took care of the cuts and they didn't get infected. Then she would leave, because she knew if she stayed any longer than that, she'd never leave.

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Juice sat on the bed as Nora cleaned up a particularly nasty gash on his forehead. He watched her, trying to think of what to say. He could tell she was trying to avoid his eyes, but wasn't doing a very good job. "I'm sorry," he blurted out. The lame apology came out almost involuntarily when he couldn't think of anything else to say.

Nora eyes flashed to his and her expression darkened. "You already said that. It doesn't matter," She threw down the stuff in her hand and stood to walk toward the door.

"Nora!" Juice said after her.

She ignored him and reached for the doorknob. He stood and crossed the small space before she could walk out of the room. He grabbed the door out of her grasp and slammed it shut. His body was hovering over hers as she turned to face him. She glared up at him. "Get out of my way, Juice," she said back to him in a warning voice.

"No. I'm trying to figure out how to apologize and you're gonna listen to me."

"Fuck. You." she said slowly and clearly to him. "How dare you have the balls to fucking try and tell me what to do. Not after fucking that whore when I was right fucking here the whole time. You son of a bitch," she went on to snap at him. His audacity pissed her off all over again. He had no right, never did, to tell her what to do.

"I didn't even know you were still here. She said you left,"

"And that makes it ok?"

Juice hadn't even realized how it sounded until he'd said it. "No. I just meant-"

"You just meant what Nora doesn't know won't fucking hurt her. Get out of my way," she tried to push him away from the door so she could open it. He didn't budge. "Dammit, Juice. Move."

When he still didn't move, she balled up her fist and hit him in the chest. He didn't react, so she hit him again. It felt good to get some of her aggression out. She hit him a few more times until he finally pulled her into his arms and held her to his chest. She struggled at first, but relaxed after a moment, giving in to the feeling of his arms around her. She felt a lump forming in her throat as she curled into his chest and tried to stay silent as a tear rolled down her cheek, she didn't want him to know she was crying over him.

He pulled back and looked at her face, but she averted her eyes. He wiped the tear away and kissed her gently. She fought him again, which was another losing battle because she caved again just a second later and kissed him back. So many thoughts were running through her head. Mostly how wrong this was, how much she would regret it as soon as it was over. She pushed away from him suddenly, but he just pulled her back into him harder this time and moved his hand under her shirt to cup her breast.

Feeling his hands on her, and his semi hard-on on her leg, Nora felt the familiar spark and the butterflies she always got with him. She didn't want to feel that anymore, she just wanted to forget about him, but it was impossible with his free hand unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them down over her hips. When his hand made contact with her clit, she pulled out of the kiss and looked up at him as he slid two fingers inside of her and found her g-spot. She couldn't control her breathing as he hooked his fingers in her and moved them in a come hither motion.

A moment later, her muscles gripped his fingers tighter and her orgasm had her clinging onto him for support. He knew just how to touch her. She rested her forehead on his chest as he walked her back toward the bed. She hated that he had this effect on her, that she felt powerless to resist it. Out of the couple guys she'd been with in the past, none of them had ever had the ability to get her going and get her off so easily, let alone keep her attention after it was all said and done. But with Juice, the only thing she felt after he made her come (other than the release of tension that came with her orgasm) was closer to him. She always wanted more.

He was like her drug and it had been too long since her last fix. Juice lifted her shirt over her head and gently pushed her back onto the bed, then removed his own clothes. He crawled onto the bed and settled himself between her legs and lifted one of her legs over his shoulder as he slowly sheathed himself into her. He felt himself groan in relief, he felt like he was finally coming home. "Look at me," he said when her eyes closed.

She did as he said and stared back at him with fire in her eyes. She didn't understand how she could love him and hate him so much at the same time. Oh god, there it was. She realized just how she felt about him and it explained so much. She wanted to fight it, didn't want to give into him. He didn't feel that way about her after all. She's just be setting herself up for more heartbreak if she thought differently.

She let her leg slide down from his shoulder so she had more leverage to push her hips back against his. "I fucking hate you," she said, her voice laced with venom. "You're a good fuck, but that's it," she went on to tell him, trying to sound as convincing as she could be. She knew her words were a sad attempt to mask her true feelings and she knew they were more for herself than him. Maybe if she said it, she would start to believe it herself. But the look in his eyes told her he knew it was bullshit.

He crashed his lips to hers, hands on either side of her head, while he continued to thrust in and out of her. She met each thrust with her own and her hand dipped down between them so she could rub her clit as they came together. He collapsed on top of her, his face buried in her hair as they both tried to catch their breath. "I'm sorry," he whispered in her ear.

"You got your dick wet, now get it out of me," she said distantly, turning her face away from him. She could feel tears forming in her eyes again.

"Dammit, Nora, that's not all this is," he told her frustrated.

"Then what is it?" She turned her glare back on him. "Because I'm getting really fucking tired of you being a possessive asshole one day, just to turn around and fuck that whore the next. You gotta talk to me, Juice, because I don't know what you fucking want. Putting your dick in me only tells me you like fucking me. It doesn't say a damn thing how you feel about us and that's what I need to know," she told him, her eyes searching his for some sort of answer. She was hoping he would answer her, unlike what he had done the last time she told him to choose whether or not he wanted her more than just sex or not, but she got the same answer. Nothing.

Giving him another minute, she sighed sadly and pulled away from him, grabbing her clothes as she got up. Hurrying to get dressed, she kept her back to him. She didn't want to see the look of rejection on his face. There was only so many time she could be rejected by the same guy and not break. Once she was dressed, she didn't say anything to him as she grabbed her shoes and left the room, leaving Juice naked, alone, and to his thoughts. She was just hoping that he would make the right choice, but then again, did she even know what the right choice was? She wasn't so sure anymore.