Waiting
Lights go down. You try to not make a sound. Hearts collide. We have plenty of time. I'm like a child, a boy young man of 23. And I believe in cause you believe in me, believe in me.
My hands reached for her face, cupping it and drawing her to me. She gasped opening her beautiful mouth to me, and before either of us could speak, and bring doubt on what was about to happen I covered her mouth with mine. She let out a sigh that grew into a throaty moan. Her arms going around my neck, fingers tangling into my hair. She tugged lightly, but it was enough. I backed her against the wall in the hallway, and moved my right hand down, pulling her body closer to me. Nothing in this moment could be close enough. I let my hand rest against her hip, then stroke around to the curve of her ass. She needed no further encouragement to allow me to wrap her leg around me, first her left leg then her right. Without breaking the kiss, I carried her into her bedroom and kicked the door closed with my foot. Her hands pulled at my kutte, the kiss building in intensity.
I carried her until my knees hit the bed, and while I wanted to take things slow with her, to show her how special she is, her touch had sparked a fire in me that was not going to allow me to be slow. I needed to feel her skin. I broke the kiss, panting like an animal. I tugged at her shirt, it was a button down, and all I wanted was to rip the damn thing off. Lust flashed in her eyes and before she could move her fingers to start unbuttoning the first button my hands went to the center of the shirt and tugged it away. Buttons went flying and Tara gasped. I pulled the rest of it off her shoulders and threw it to the floor. The sight of her standing in front of me, with her quietly sexy lace bra sent me overboard. Her breasts were calling my name, begging to be freed from the lace cups. I could see the pulse throbbing at her neck, "Jax" my name came out as a whisper, almost a prayer. My hands went to her hair, tangling in and pulling her back to me. My mouth claimed her lips, rough and hungry. I nipped at them with my teeth the taste of her was sweet and I wanted more. I moved forward which caused her to fall backward on the bed. Wrapping my arms around her I shifted us to the head of the bed, placing her head on the pillow. My lips trailed down to her chin, then her neck below her ear, she curved up into me, lengthening her neck and giving me more to devour. My tongue licked a path for my teeth to follow and nip. Her whole body opened to me. I made my way down her neck to her shoulder, hands skimming the strap of her bra, and pulled it down her arm. The motion caused her left breast to spill out and my hand closed in around it. Kneading the mound, Tara's mouth formed a perfect beautiful "O" as my thumb grazed the bud of her nipple. It hardened and there was nothing more for me to do but take the whole thing into my mouth. As my teeth and tongue teased the sweet flesh, Tara made a sound that came out as almost a purr.
I lifted my head to look at her, cocking my head to the side and lifting an eyebrow at her, she was laying there with her eyes closed breathing fast and aching. I couldn't help it, I smirked and whispered "Did I just make you purr?" She opened her eyes and stared at me.
"Well shit darlin' that was the sexiest sound I have ever heard, I think I need to see if I can make you do that again." And with that I went back to devouring her breasts. She did make that sound again, and this time my name was attached to it. Her body kept raising to meet my touch, which spurred me on further. I peeled her clothes off, with each kiss lower, and soon enough I had her naked below me. "Damn, you are beautiful." I used to know every line, every curve and now she had new ones. The last few times we had been together I had not taken the time to really look at them, but for some reason tonight I couldn't miss them. I didn't want to. I ran my hands over the scars from her carrying and delivering our child. Her eyes followed me, filled with lust and love.
And I'll wait for you in the dark. Arms outstretched comforting lover. My bones may be falling apart, but I'll wait for you come this summer.
Moring came too soon, the last thing I wanted to do was leave the warmth of Tara's arms. But the rest of the world was not going to wait. My phone buzzed, it was Rosen. I shifted and took the call in the bathroom as to not disturb Tara. I listened to the news, showered and dressed to head to TM to fell the guys in on things. Tara was starting to stir, I leaned over and kissed her forehead as I put my shoes on. Before leaving I peek in on Jackson Grace, she is still sound asleep so I placed a kiss on her head as well.
"Later darlin'. Have a good day." I brushed her hair off her face. I wondered what it would be like to come home to a family, not just an empty house or crashing in the apartment at the clubhouse.
I pulled into TM and Clay was standing outside with Gemma. He hung up his phone and chuckled.
"Rosen?" I nodded to him, the guys began to gather to hear the news. Part of which I had already heard myself.
"Yeah." Clay smirked, looked at Gemma and continued "Luann's in the clear." Gemma let out a sigh, it was a good thing for the club, but Luann was the closest thing to a friend that my mother had.
Bobby clearly sensed that there was more, "And?"
"Otto, not so much." Clay shrugged with a smirk. Tig looked concerned, this was not a typical response regarding a brother on the inside who could hold RICO over us. But I knew what he wasn't sharing, and I fought the urge to laugh.
Concern fell on Bobby's face, "Why what happened?" The whole group was trying to figure out why Clay wasn't more concerned about RICO, when yesterday we were smuggling the prospects girl across the border to help prevent it.
"He shattered Stahl's face." Clay said with a huge smile. Gemma covered her mouth with her hand to stifle a laugh. In a way it was both the best news of the day, and pretty sad. Stahl clearly thought she had Otto in the bag, and this meant Luann got the message to him. This was Otto letting us know he wouldn't talk. RICO was squashed, for now.
"I fucking love that man!" Tig joked. It was completely Tig's style, to be that brutal.
"Trying to prove to the club he wasn't gonna give anything up. We are clear of the ATF, ladies and germs." Clay finished the news with pride, and a sense that the worst was behind us, for now. Gemma saw an opportunity in that moment. I saw the wheels turn. We were all headed into the clubhouse to toast our victory when she hit him with whatever plan she was concocting.
"Now that I have you in a good mood, Jax's house." She began and I stopped in my tracks, why was she looking to do anything to my house. Shit the place didn't feel like home, I'd spent more time at Tara's lately that I hadn't thought about doing anything at my own house.
"What about it?" I asked before Clay could.
"You know, just some remodeling and shit, for the baby." She leaned against the bar.
"You mean shit I could have the prospect do for free?" He glared at her, then looked at me. I raised my hands to let him know I was innocent here, this was all her.
"The baby is coming home any day. I want the house to be perfect." She started to say more, but was interrupted by Juice who was looking at the monitors for the street cameras and parking lot.
"Clay, cops." those two words caused us all to head outside. We had no desire to have these pricks in the clubhouse. And there she was climbing out of the cruiser, our personal nightmare, with her nose all bandaged. Upon our approach the newbie cops and feds decided to act tough, ordering up to the ground.
"Everybody on the ground now!" Stahl approaches Bobby and nods, two uniforms grab him up off the ground and cuff him. The next thing we know they are reading him his rights and Stahl informs him and us that he is being charged with Hefner's murder. Bobby tries to appear shocked. Part of it is shock, only a hand full of us know for sure hat Bobby pulled the trigger, so how is Stahl sure enough to be arresting him. Damn this bitch was worse than a bulldog. She walked around smug, as Clay called out to Bobby that he would be on the phone to Rosen shortly. She stopped by Gemma, which seemed like a provoking thing to do. But what the fuck do I know. Until I saw my mother's response, just as I thought.
Gemma spit on the ground, "Bitch!" It was all Stahl needed. She reared back and Gemma in the stomach, then looking down at her snickered, "Easy, now. Manners darling, manners." The group of cops and ATF headed out leaving us to try and figure out what the hell had happened.
And I'll wait for you in the dark. Arms outstretched comforting lover. My bones may be falling apart, but I'll wait for you come this summer.
*Tara POV*
Last night with Jax, was different, more intense than things had been before. Something definitely changed last night. Waking with him this morning felt right, but I still needed to get my head around what we were doing. We had Jac to think about, and he had Abel, and that was one thing we needed to talk about. He would be released soon, sooner than Jax was prepared for, in fact it looked like he would be able to go home as early as tomorrow. The final say was up to Dr. Namid, and he would decide this afternoon.
I found Gemma sitting with Abel as I did my midmorning rounds. She seemed to be in a fairly good mood, smiling as I approached "How you doin'?" I asked her but couldn't take my eyes off the baby in her arms.
"Hi. He's taking to the bottle much better." She indicated to the empty bottle she had set aside from his feeding. "How's his sleep apnea?"
I smiled "The last two night, no alarms. He's almost through it."
"We'll be able to take him home?" She grinned up at me. It felt like I had given her the day's first good news.
"Probably tomorrow." It felt good to be giving her positive information that put me on her good side. But thinking about things, and not totally knowing where things were going with Jax and I, I sensed my next question for her was going to wreck that.
She smiled at Abel and spoke to him in that cutesty tone that I know would have driven her to rage if anyone else had done it, " You hear that baby boy? You're going home."
"Can I ask you a practical question?" She looked up at me, and she was still grinning, but her eyes held a warning, and I wasn't good at heeding her warnings, "Who's gonna take care of him?" Jax wasn't ready for this, not 24/7.
"I will. Who do you think?" Her voice now held the irritation I was accustom to.
"Day and night? You ready for that?" I knew enough that at the hospital Abel had quite the following because some of nurses just wanted to chance to run into the bad boy biker daddy of the sweet little survivor. So he was never alone for too long, even when Jax, Gemma or Jackson Grace weren't around.
" I think I can handle it. Why?" She was on the defensive, but my thought was more in regards to Jax. Sure he was good with Abel here, and he was really trying to get to know Jac, but raising a newborn alone was tough. And his lifestyle didn't allow for too much time to raise a child.
"I don't think Jax is ready for this. He has no idea what he is in for." I hated being so blunt with her, but it was true.
She chuckled and looked at Abel, "On that we agree. " Gemma tucked the blanket around Abel and continued her thought, "His father was clueless too. They figure it out. He's got no choice right?" She eyed the baby and nodded at her own thought. Then turned to look directly at me.
"You want more kids?" All I could think as she looked at me was that this was some kind of Gemma challenge.
"Sure. Right time, right person." I shrugged. It was the safest and truest answer I had.
"Getting close to finding that?" She eyed me, I am sure she knew he had been at the house on and off.
"What are you asking me, Gemma?" Maybe she was accepting that Jax and I were trying to sort out our relationship, or maybe she was just being Gemma and I needed to be prepared for anything she threw my way.
"If you are in Jax's life, you're in his life. I got every right to know how you feel about kids. Shit you already had my first grandchild. And then you brought my second into the world as well." She looked from me to Abel.
"I don't think what Jax and I have, it's. Well we haven't discussed it." I listened to myself, sounding like a school girl admitting that she had a crush, acting unsure and insecure. Damn Gemma for getting into my head.
"Maybe you should. Big responsibilities come with my son. You better think about that. " She was serious, but I don't know if she meant it as Abel or the club being the responsibilities. I decided this was not a conversation was going to share with him. Gemma talks just seemed to put us at odds with each other, but she was right. We did need to figure this out.
"I'm just spending time with Jax. So is Jackson Grace. There is nothing to figure out between him and I. If it becomes something different, you'll be the first to know." Who was I kidding, she was the first to know everything that happened around Charming, especially if it had anything to do with her son.
"Good." She smiled down at Abel again who was cooing away, and holding her finger, "'Cause I don't mind playing mommy for a while, but eventually, I'd like to just sit back and be a grandma."
Lights go down. We try to not make a sound. Hearts collide. I still have plenty of time.
Dr. Namid cleared Abel to go home, Gemma was elated. She left to "plan" as she had put it and so while on my break I sat in his room, knowing it was the last real time I would get to do this. I didn't know how things were going to play out with Jax and I. I had no right to want to spend time with Abel, though while he had been here I had stolen many moments with him. Thinking about when Jac was a baby, wondering what it would be like to have another child myself. Wishing that I could make it work with Jax, so that Jac got to grow up with Abel and not just in the sense that she had a half brother in the same town, that she saw when she was with her father. That seemed almost cruel to do to her. I was lost in thought holding him and chatting away to him hoping for a smile when there was a tap on the window. I turned and smiled, it didn't matter to me that it was Wendy looking back at me.
"Come on in." I waved her in, Abel just brought peace when you were around him so my detest for Wendy waned while with him.
"Oh my God, Abel." She brought her hand to her mouth, her eyes watering. "Oh my God, he got so big." I handed her the baby. "Look at you." She seemed unsure of exactly how to hold him.
"Got him?" I asked staying close just in case I needed to take him back. Wow story of my life with the Teller men, or so it felt in this moment.
"I got him. My God, he's so beautiful" Wendy was smiling, I had to admit she looked good. Better than when I had last seen her. She was definitely on her way to healthy.
"Yeah he is." Every time I looked at Abel all I saw was Jax.
As if she could read my mind she said the words "Looks like Jax, doesn't he?" I just nodded "Thank you so much. I know you're not supposed to do this." She was technically right. But Jax hadn't pressed charges against her, so there was no major restrictions.
"It's okay." Part of me was glad she was here, it was good to see she was trying to take care of herself, but part of me wanted her nowhere near Abel. "Do you have a plan Wendy?"
She was bouncing Abel and smiled "I got into a sober living house at Lincoln Village."
"That's good." So she would be nearby, great. Part of me wondered if she was leaving part of her plan out. Were Jax and Abel a part of things for her?
"How's Jax?" She asked me, and I could see it in her eyes, she did have him as a part of her plan. I had to play this off, don't react of respond.
"'He's okay." Yeah, vague was the way to go here, Jax could deal with Wendy and crazy baggage she brought. I didn't know what was going on between us, better to not get her involved. "I think."
"I miss him so much." She said it, sounding like the young girl who had once upon a time replaced me, in love with the bad boy, who would never love her back. Shit, this was going to be a train wreck, I could just see it now.
"Yeah I can imagine." I said, hoping to end the conversation
I'm like a child, a boy, young man of 23. I believe in us cause you believe in me, believe in me. And I'll wait for you in the dark. Arms outstretched comforting lover. My bones may be falling apart, but I'll wait for you come this summer.
*Jax POV*
It had been a shit day after the ATF left TM. No one could find Opie. Juice tried calling him several times, I tried, even Piney. Clay and Tig were on a kick about Opie ratting Bobby out. I knew he would never, he had already proven as such by doing five in county because of the shit that went down before. However, things just weren't adding up. Juice said that a bunch of bills had been paid off, and I knew Jackson Grace had told us Ellie had confided in her about there being money issues with Op and Donna. Then the neighbor told me they had seen the whole family escorted out of the house, bags in hand in the middle of the night. Taken away in dark Sudans. This shit was not good. All I wanted right now was to sit with my boy. Gemma had called to say that the Doc was releasing him tomorrow. I was happy, I wanted to bust him out of this place already. Then I imagined bringing him home, and in my head I saw my girls both there with me when I did it. As if reading my mind Tara tapped on the door as she opened it.
"You doing okay?" she asked, she was smiling, but it wasn't right. Something was off.
"I don't think he's hungry." I said holding up the bottle he was refusing. It was a first, the little man had been eating like a trooper the last few days. She just nodded her head, something was definitely off.
"Someone's here to see you." She said and pointed out the window. She gestured toward the door.
I looked and saw Wendy. Well that explains it. Shit. "You do this?" I hoped to hell not. While I was trying to be good about the whole Wendy thing, it goes without saying that I was still pissed about the state of things.
Tara shook her head "She came on her own."
Wendy came into the room, "Thanks." It was directed at Tara.
"You're welcome." Tara said and backed away. The look in her eyes, it stung. Did she think there was still something here, between me and Wendy? No, it couldn't be. Things were going well with us. Everything was coming together, or at least it felt that way to me. This part of my life, was. I couldn't be that far off base on things, could I?
"You left rehab?" I asked, prepared to get pissed.
Wendy shook her head, "No. I'm moving to a sober living house in Lincoln Village. I have 64 days." She was beaming. It hit me like a bucket of ice water, my boy was almost 70 days old, and had of yet to leave this hospital. Here she was, standing here so proud of herself that she had been clean 64 days. Sadly it was probably the longest in years that she had been clean.
"That's fantastic. You look great." I was trying to be polite, the Doc would expect me to. All I really wanted to do was talk to her, make plans with her, not be stuck here with Wendy. As I looked at her, I saw all the things that had attracted me to her, but I also saw all that she wasn't. And mostly it came down to the fact that she wasn't Tara. She wanted very much to be like my mom, someone Tara never pretended to be, hell she fought to be the exact opposite of Gemma most days. Proving that living in Charming and being connected to the Sons did not mean she had to be like the Crow Eaters.
"Thanks. I was just hoping to see Abel before I go." She hadn't come all the way into the room, she was waiting for permission. Maybe it was clear that she wasn't going to get to make decisions.
"Of course, I think that would be good." I was so full of shit.
"All right." She smiled at me, and I knew I was going to have to keep her at bay. She might understand that she couldn't have my son completely in her life but she was looking at me like there was something there.
"Come on." I meant it more as a let's get this over with, but it didn't seem to be how Wendy took it. Tara smiled at me from outside the doorway, it was a sad lonely smile. I understood it all too well. She thought I was going choose Wendy. She nodded and backed away. I couldn't even go after her, not with Wendy here with Abel. Shit, shit, shit, shit.
"Shit Jax. Wait." Wendy stops suddenly. I look at her confused. "I saw him already today. I'm sorry. I couldn't wait. I'm sorry."
I sensed that as Tara's doing. Maybe that is where all this insecurity was coming from. We were going to need to talk after her shift. "You want to see him again?" I asked being polite. I was stuck here, I might as well make the best of this.
"I really do." She almost squealed, not a noise Wendy ever made.
"I was just feeding him." I hold out the bottle. "You got someplace to stay?" Just be polite I kept telling myself.
"Ramada." Wendy looked up at me, "I gotta stay away from all my old friends, you know?"
"Yeah." I could almost see the wheels turning in her head, "We changed the locks at the house." Better she know that it wasn't her home anymore. I was actually wondering if there would be room enough for Jac, Tara and Abel to be there with me, the last thing I wanted was Wendy just showing up and walking in whenever she wanted.
"Yeah, I know." She kept her eyes on Abel, clearly she had been making the rounds already. "The back door was open and I just left my bags there, but.." I heard what she was saying but I was planning Hhalf Sack's death in my head. The friggin' prospect left the back door open so my junky ex could walk right in. Awesome. I didn't want her thinking she would be able to catch me there should she linger.
"Well, I'm not in there yet, so if you want to stay there until you check in." I was saying it to make it clear that I wouldn't be there.
"What about Gemma?" She asked, looking hopeful. Shit.
"Yeah, good point. Ramada's probably safer."
And I'll wait for you in the dark. Arms outstretched comforting lover. My bones may be falling apart, but I'll wait for you come this summer. So come close, and I'll scream. Oh just let me be me. And I fail to see. The dark skies are all that's well inside me.
At some point Gemma had shown up, she didn't come in but I caught her out of the corner of my eye watching Wendy hold Abel from outside the window of the room. I saw Tara approach and speak with her, my mother seemed to listen to what Tara said, but she never took her eyes off of the scene before her. I told Wendy I would be right back, and stepped outside. Tara excused herself, which left me with the piercing stare of my mother.
"Little family reunion?" Her tone was heavy with sarcasm. I wasn't surprised.
"How long you been watching?" I only asked because Wendy had been in the room with me barely ten minutes, but the look Gemma had made it feel like we had been caught after being together for hours.
She made her crazy mom face at me and in her Gemma don't piss me off tone responded "Since 1978."
I rolled my eyes, and crossed my arms at my chest, "She just wants to hold her kid. You of all people should get that."
"You think she has a right to hold that baby?" Gemma was not one to let go of things, and nearly killing Abel with her own OD was going to be something she held over Wendy as long as either of them lived.
"As much of a right as I do. Look mom, I wasn't shooting crank, but I bailed on that kid too." I tried to appeal to being a mother, it didn't work. "I'm making up for that now. She wants the same chance."
Gemma looked at me like I had lost my mind, maybe I had. "She clean?"
"Yeah. Checking into a halfway house next week. Staying at the Ramada till then." I wanted her to know that this didn't mean she was checking back in with me. That ship had sailed, and sunk out at sea. Shit that ship shouldn't have even left the dock, but shit happens.
Gemma gave me that look that told me she knew something I didn't. "Her bags are at your house."
I steeled my face to avoiding giving away that I knew this, something passed over her face. Something that looked like I was going to regret what ever came next.
"She might as well stay there." She quirked an eyebrow at me.
"Really?" I heard the confusion in my voice. Who the hell was this woman? Did she really just agree to this, without me even asking?
"Well, you said she's trying to make up for her mistakes." I nodded as she spoke, "I'm all about second chances." At that moment Tara walked by the nurse's station nearby. She barely looked at me standing here with my mother. She looked tense, and all I wanted to was to wrap my arms around her. Gemma wasn't going to have to worry about Wendy being at the house, because I would rather be with my girls. I started to think about a plan for making it work once Abel came home when Gemma caught where I was looking, staring actually. She made a noise that sounded like a huff. I shook my head and smirked at her when she looked back at me.
"No, you're not." I knew it was going to take time and effort to get her okay with whatever was happening with Tara and I, but she was going to have to.
And I'll wait for you in the dark. Arms outstretched comforting lover. My bones may be falling apart, but I'll wait for you come this summer.
She huffed again, maybe she knew deep down she didn't have a choice.
"So anything new on Ope and Bobby?" She attempted to change the subject, which helped.
I signaled the negative when I answered, I hadn't heard anything from Rosen. "No, nothing. I don't care what anybody says. Opie didn't rat."
Gemma dropped her mother on a rampage look and pulled me into a hug. "I know."
When she let me go all I could do was thank her, for understanding my loyalty to Opie, for giving Wendy half a chance to try and get her shit together, and hopefully to accept that I was going to try and make this work with Tara.
Gemma offered to take Wendy back to the house. But first Wendy wanted to clear the air with both of us.
"I'm not making any promises time. I just, well I guess we'll see what happens." She started out, took a deep breath and continued. "Abel's a lucky kid. He's got a fierce grandma looking after him."
"Yeah he does." Gemma smirked.
"I'm not going to seek custody. I came here to see him, say I'm sorry. For everything. I needed to, well I needed to make amends. I owe it to each of you." Wendy was talking to both of us, but the speech sounded prepared. It also sounded like it was solely for Gemma, and she was the one buying into it.
Gemma hugged her, "You stay clean, pull your shit together. Come on now, we got a big day tomorrow." The two of them walked out, and I went looking for Tara. One of the nurses told me she had ended her shift and was headed down to the child care center for Jac.
"Why didn't she let her come up here? I was up here, Jac is always welcome to hang out with Abel. She actually makes him stronger." I'd be lying if I said I wasn't pissed.
"I'm sorry Mr. Teller, I believe she told Jackson Grace that it was because Abel's family was meeting." The poor nurse looked terrified. I banged my fist on the counter of the station and headed down to the child care center.
I found Tara and Jackson Grace walking out of the center. I was trying not to be mad, but the look on Jac's face said it all. She was hurt, and clearly it was going to land at my feet.
"Don't you and Abel's mom have to get things ready for him to go home?" She crossed her arms and stared at me. My nine year old was eyeballing me like only the nastiest rival clubs had nerve to.
"Time out." I looked between the two of them, "What the hell? Tara why didn't you let Jac come in to see Abel? Why did I hear from a nurse that you told her that Abel's family was meeting?" I was trying not to yell, but my anger was hitting a peak. "Jac is his family. And, damn it you have been more of a mother to my son while he has been here than Wendy ever will be! What were you think?!"
Tara looked prepared to defend her actions, Jac looked ready to battle with at her mother's side.
"Damn it Tara, all I wanted to do this evening was talk things over with you about how we," and I gestured between the two of us "how, we could make it work with me bringing Abel home. Asking you if you would bring Jac to my house, or shit even bringing things to your place. Fuck I can't do this alone. And I don't know how to do it without help. I want your help. You know what. When you figure out what you want. You know where to find me. "
I turned and walked away. Shit I had so much going on, it always felt like Tara and I were at odds at the points when I needed her to her to be on my side.
And I'll wait for you in the dark. Arms outstretched comforting lover. My bones may be falling apart, but I'll wait for you come this summer.
As I approached my bike my cell broke the silence. "Yeah?" It had taken all day to hear from Opie, but now he was telling me he needed to meet with me and the club. He wanted me to call everyone to church. So I called Clay and set it up. Working shit out with Tara was going to have to wait until later.
I hurried down to TM and the clubhouse. Hopefully it will all sort out. I prepared to hear out what Op had to say. And when he was done telling us all the messed up shit Stalh had done, I hated the bitch more. Opie put it all out there, even adding that he wouldn't be surprised if she had bugged him somehow. Over an hour had gone by, Tig had scanned everything, and found two bugs. We also sorted out a plan for whoever the real witness was after Tig destroyed the bugs. Ope tells us how Stahl pissed Donna off so much with her threats to their family that she insisted he be in 100%, I guess if you can't beat 'em you might as well join them. He told us how he knew he couldn't be half in half out and now Donna understood it too.
Once Clay gave his all clear and let Ope know he was all good with him the guys all wanted to celebrate. Opie wouldn't rat, he never had, he never will. We would find away to get Bobby clear which was going to mean finding out who the real witness was, so all anyone wanted to do was drink. Well, everyone but me and Opie. We looked at each other, and much like our entire lives we knew what the other was thinking before words were spoken.
"I have to go home to Donna and the kids. This last 24 hours has been shit for all of us. I'm all about the club, but if that woman is going to back me in this, I have to be there for her too." He held out a hand for our childhood one arm handshake hug, but with all that was going on, I needed him to know we were solid so I pulled him into a full hug clapping him on the back.
"I know man. I have to go unruffle some Doc feathers as well. Wendy showed up today." I began to explain to him.
"Shit. How'd that go over?" His tone serious, laced with some concern and humor. Always the best friend.
"Like a fucking bomb. Doc took it one way, and I'm a bit worried Wendy's wheels were spinning in that direction too. I need to go work this shit out with her." I said as we waved good bye to the guys, and headed out to the lot and our bikes.
"Good luck with that." Ope joked as he pulled his helmet on and started his bike. I followed suite and we rode off in the direction of our collective "homes" him to Donna and his kids, and me to shit, the only family that felt right. I needed to tell him so fucking much, to make her understand that while I didn't know what the hell we had, I wasn't ready to just not give it some kind of chance.
And I'll wait for you in the dark. Arms outstretched comforting lover. My bones may be falling apart, but I'll wait for you come this summer.
It was late enough that Jackson Grace should have been in bed, and hopefully my pitbull of a daughter would let me actually talk things out with her mother. I pulled in to the driveway, and the thought crossed my mind, I hadn't even checked in with Gemma or Wendy. And then I thought to myself, I don't care, this was where I needed to be.
As usual, Tara must have been listening for my bike, because as I approached the steps the door opened. She had a look on her face I couldn't quite read, it looked a little bit shocked, and a little bit relieved.
"Hey, what are you doing here? Thought you would have been with Wendy?" She said at the door. Already I could tell she was doing this game of making me earn my way in.
"Darlin' you may be the smartest woman I know, but some days you can be pretty dense." I smirked at her, both loving and hating the fact that she needed my reassurance that she mattered to me.
"Excuse me? And why is that?" She snapped back. Her arms crossing her chest, but now allowing me access to the doorway and into the house. A small victory, but a victory none the less.
"Because, you can operate on people and save their lives day in and day out. But you can't seem to figure out, that the only woman I am remotely interested in is you. I always have been. You Tara Knowles, had me when we were 5 years old, and you have me now."
Tara opened her mouth to say something, but I took advantage of her hesitation and tangled my fingers in her hair while sealing my mouth firmly to hers. I could feel her resolve sag as her arms went around me. When neither of us could handle going without breathing any longer I released her enough to enjoy the view of her chest rapidly rising, forcing her breasts out more, the tousled look of her hair that I had held on to for dear life, the fact that her lips looked worked over.
"Come on darlin', don't you get it. If I had wanted anyone else, I wouldn't be here. I have been trying all day to imagine bringing Abel home, and working on figuring out where my home is. I'll tell you right now, it ain't with Wendy. So get that idea right out of your head. I'm here with you."
"Shut up and kiss me Jax." Was all that she had to say and I had her pressed beneath me on her couch. Suddenly I was as eager as the inexperienced kid who was making out with her for the first time. We spend more time than I was used to making out on that couch, and when things got to the point where we were all worked up Tara giggled.
"You care to tell me what is so funny darlin'?" I said resting my forehead against hers. Her lips were puffy and red, and a primal instinct inside of me wanted to roar and pounce on her, again.
"How do you always make me feel like we are 16 again?" She asked running her nails along my side under my kutte and t-shirt. My skin prickled, and goose bumps rose all over me.
"Mmmm...we need to move this to the bedroom darlin' because our girl doesn't need to see all that I am going to do to you should she wake up. And I plan on making you call out my name. " I couldn't help but be smug about it. I was as hard as steel and I wanted to bury myself in the heat that I could feel through both our jeans, not to mention I was starting to catch the scent of her arousal.
"I need to lock up before.." She started to speak but I put my finger to her lips.
"You go wait for me in the bedroom, I'll lock up." I pulled her up from the couch, and swatted at her ass as she walked away from me. I watched her head to the bedroom, she looked back over her shoulder and smiled. I might not be able to label exactly what we have here, but it felt like it was all coming together.
And I'll wait for you in the dark. Arms outstretched comforting lover. My bones may be falling apart, but you'll help put me back together.
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