Thanks for the reviews! I love the honestly. I'll warn you now, this chapter I'm iffy about, and Chevy and I have talked it over and changed it a few times. But I'm hoping you all will like the ending. I do not own anything in this chapter, besides Nora, everything else belongs to their rightful owners. Co-written by Chevygirl815

Chapter 21

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A couple weeks had gone by, and Juice was losing it. Nora had been avoiding the clubhouse altogether now, it had been a few days since he'd seen her at all. She had been calling out, texting Gemma that she couldn't come in for some reason or another. He knew they were all lies, she just didn't want to chance running into him. At least when she was around, he had held onto some hope of being able to fix things, but now he was just worried she'd quit her job at the clubhouse altogether.

He sat at the bar one afternoon, feeling the effects of the tequila he'd been guzzling half the day. He was bored, the garage was closed, and there was nothing going on with the club at the moment so he had absolutely nothing to do. Nora had called out, leaving him without a chance to talk to her once again. He had tried texting her, but it was no use, she wouldn't be answering him any time soon. The thought had crossed him mind about going over there, but that would mean giving her an answer, and he wasn't sure he could do that just yet.

Some of the other guys were lounging around the clubhouse as well, enjoying the free time that they rarely had. Happy was among them, sitting on the bar stool at the other end of the counter. Juice had mostly ignored him until Lana walked by and he pulled her down on his knee, not even bothering to look at her. Juice glanced at the two of them, seeing Lana hesitate before letting herself relax against Happy, her hand slipping under his shirt as she leaned in and took his ear lobe between her teeth. The killer practically ignored her.

Juice began to understand Lana's actions as he watched from the corner of his eye. He'd never paid much attention to the two, but he'd always realized somewhere in the back of his mind that something had at one point gone on between them. Lana still had feelings for Happy and Happy just didn't give a shit. He began to realize that she'd only been trying to prevent the same shit from happening between him and Nora.

On some level, he had a bad feeling that maybe she was right. He hadn't proved her wrong, in fact, he had just proved her right by sleeping with her. Nora had every right to dump his ass, but that didn't mean he liked it. He wanted her back, but that didn't seem to be happening right now. Because of Lana and her stupid problems with Happy.

But Juice was drunk as shit at this point and he still pissed and didn't want to care, so he pushed the realization to the back of his mind, letting the anger he still felt towards the bitch surface. He took one more large swig from the bottle and got up, walking over to Happy and Lana. "You done with this one?" He asked Happy.

The other man hesitated with his answer, not sure if Juice was just trying to piss him off again. "There's plenty of other girls." He said.

"Yeah, but I want this one . . . unless you got a problem with that." Juice said, playing into the very thing he knew would get to Happy.

Happy glared at him for a moment and then nudged Lana off of his knee. "Take her."

Lana stood and stared at Happy for a moment, pissed he would just toss her aside yet again, but not daring to say a word. She had no one to blame but herself. It was entirely her fault that she kept coming back to him, knowing he didn't give a shit.

She huffed out a breath and began to walk away, but Juice grabbed her and pulled her back to his room. He was wasted and looked pissed and as soon as he slammed the door shut he had her pinned against the wall. Her heart quickened and she looked at him uncertainly. She'd never been afraid of Juice, but he was making her a little uneasy at the moment. She never seen him this pissed off before, it just wasn't him.

"Why'd you fucking do it?" He growled.

He had his suspicions as to why she did it and his gut told him he was right, but he wanted her to say it. "Does it fucking matter?" Lana asked, not wanting to get into her real issues.

"She won't even fucking talk to me!" He raised his voice, pulling her away from the wall slightly just to push her back into it.

"That was kinda the point." Lana muttered.

"Bitch." Juice said as he pulled her away from the wall and pulled her shirt up.

Then he reached for the button on her jeans and pulled them down along with her underwear. Pushing her down onto the bed on her stomach. His hand was shaking as he fumbled to get his jeans open. She was trying to get comfortable, squirming around under him. He pulled her arms behind her back and held them with one hand while he reached around and slipped his other hand under her bra to grab her breast.

As drunk as he was, if he closed his eyes, her body was similar enough to Nora's that he could pretend it was her. Maybe he could do this is he just pretended it was her. Nuzzling her neck, he tried to picture how she would be right now. "Nora," He groaned. His fantasy was dying quick though. Her breast wasn't the right size, Nora's was a bit smaller. The smell of her hair was different, and she didn't feel the same. She felt awkward and like she didn't want to be there under him. He opened his eyes, the dull brown orbs looking down at the girl under him. With a ache in his chest, he realized that this wasn't his Nora.

"Juice, stop." Lana pleaded.

Hearing her voice seemed to wake him up. He never moved so fast in his life as he pulled away and fell back on his ass. Scrambling to pull up his pants, he couldn't look at her. She slowly pushed herself off the bed, not sure what to do. She wasn't sure what the hell that was, but at least it was over. Lana couldn't help but feel bad though. She had done this to Juice, this . . . mess in front of her, this was her doing.

He suddenly felt a surge of guilt for how he'd just treated her, croweater or not. This wasn't Juice, drunk or not. This wasn't how he usually acted. He needed Nora back. He needed her to just talk to him, look at him. None of this would be happening if it wasn't for Lana. He was mad at her, sure, but clearly he hadn't gone about it right. "Sorry." He mumbled. "You gotta stay the fuck out of my business though. I'm not Happy, and she's not you," he said before walking out of the room, leaving Lana sitting there naked and surprised at what he said.

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Juice fell to sleep after his incident with Lana. He was too drunk to do anything else and he needed to sleep it off. He was freaked out after what he did. All he could see when he closed his eyes was Nora and what she could be doing right now. For all he knew, she could be ditching the garage to go out on dates with another guy, hell, she could even be sleeping with another guy for all he knew. The thought alone pissed him off.

The idea of some creep touching his girl, pissed him off beyond belief. That ass belonged to him, whether she knew it or not. A grin crossed his face as the image of her bent over while he slammed into her. That was what he wanted, who he wanted to be with. God, he couldn't even fuck another girl without imagining her, and even that only went so far.

He had to pretend it was her under him today, and that was scary for him.

The fact that he couldn't even go through with it scared him even more. He never had to go through all of this before. He could sleep with some chick and not feel any guilty or double guess it before. He didn't have to stop halfway because it wasn't the right girl. Before Nora, he was living it up the bachelor style. He could drink himself under the table and know he was getting ass from someone by the end of the night.

Now he couldn't wait to get back to her house and be with her. He'd rather go home to her, take her to bed, against the couch, in the shower, fucking hell, even on the floor. He couldn't keep his hands off of her, or his dick out of her. Point was, he just wanted her and when Lana brought up the crow, he freaked. A crow was a big deal, and he hadn't been sure if he wanted to get that serious so quickly.

Now though, now he did. He wanted his crow on her skin with his name branded on her, so every guy on this planet knew she belonged to him. He wanted to see his name on her when he fucked her, knowing she was his. He wished he had figured all of this out before he screwed it all up.

She wasn't his anymore, and that was the problem.

Turning onto his side, he was trying to figure out what he could do. Sleep obviously wasn't going to take over any time soon, so that left him to his thoughts. He tried to go over there, apologize, and give her flowers, but that obviously hadn't worked or else he'd be at home with her having a nice dinner and watching some movie on the couch.

So what could he do to get her back that he hadn't already tried to do?

After a few minutes, he laid up, realization hitting him hard and fast. He knew what to do.

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Nora had avoided the clubhouse for as long as she possibly could. Gemma understood why she was flaking on her shifts, but that didn't mean she liked it. After the fight, sex with Juice, and leaving him with that choice, she couldn't show her face there. Especially when it had been weeks and he still hadn't said anything to her. Happy would just laugh at her, and so would Lana, because she had been right.

If the world was really out to get her, Juice would have already moved on, choosing to let her go and pick someone with no strings attached. If the cosmos were really wanting to make a joke out of her, Juice had probably just went back to Lana, she wouldn't give him an ultimatum. Lana was right, she was just a little girl falling for a dream. The reality was, that Juice only wanted one thing from her and that wasn't a relationship. It was just to be inside of her.

So, instead she stayed home and had another lazy day sulking. She watched sappy love movies and binged on junk food. Looking around, she noticed that she had missed some stuff of Juice's when she was throwing his crap outside. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she was so sick of crying over him. It had been clear in the beginning, it was only sex. Yet, somehow along the way, it had become more over time for her. She had fallen for him. She loved him holding her at night, eating dinner with her, and just hanging out with her.

Now that was all over, and she wasn't sure if she was really okay with that.

Once her ice cream was gone and her movie was over, she knew it was time for bed. Shutting off the tv, she cleaned up her mess, and headed to her room. Slipping off her robe, she dropped into the bed like she was dead weight. Curling up into a ball, she squeezed her eyes shut. She had given up days ago of Juice appearing and telling her that he chose to have a real relationship with her instead of nothing at all because there was no way she was going back to just being someone to warm his bed.

She was drifting off to sleep when she thought she heard the rumbling of a bike outside, but brushed it off as one of the guys driving by or maybe she was already dreaming? A whimper left her lips, pleading for herself to just fall asleep already. She just wanted this day to be over. She ignored the banging on her door, pretending that she couldn't hear it at all. The last thing she wanted to do was see anyone. They'd go away eventually, she hoped so at least.

One thing she didn't taken into account for though, was that it would be Juice and that he still had the key she had given him weeks ago. Slipping inside of her home, he looked around for any sign of her. The place didn't look much different from how he had last seen it, the only difference being that most of his stuff was gone now. A small voice in his head hoped that he wasn't too late to get her back. Closing the door behind him, he took quiet steps through the room. "Nora?" he called out, wondering if maybe she was just in the bathroom getting out of the shower. With any chance, she'd still be up, but from seeing how dark the house was, he knew that there was a better chance of her being asleep.

So he went towards their-her room.

Stopping in the doorway, he saw her form under the sheet. She was laying there, trying to sleep. Her back was facing him, making it so she didn't know he was there. He stopped for a second to admire her. He wanted so badly to just slip into bed with her, touch her, and make her beg for him again, but he knew he couldn't do that tonight. He was still a little buzzed after the incident with Lana, but it had sobered him up some. Tonight it was just about making her see that he wanted more than that, no matter how hard it would be to keep his hands to himself.

Taking a deep breath, he slipped off his boots and moved towards the bed. Nora only realized that someone was in the room when the bed dipped. A gasp left her lips as she turned to see who it was that had come into her house, only to breathe out in relief, holding a hand over her heart, when she saw that it was only him. "Juice, what are you-" she was cut off when he shook his head, touching his finger to her lips as he laid down beside her.

"I'm here. Completely," he told her.

She didn't know what to say at first. Her eyes searched his, trying to see if this was some kind of trick, but all she saw was how serious he was. With a moment of hesitation, she reached up and touched his cheek, stoking the skin softly before she leaned over. When her lips touched his, his body came to life. Without thinking, he pulled her against him, his body partly laying on top of hers as he let his hand roam down her frame. As her lips moved down to his neck, he bit his lip, his grip tightening on her hip. He wanted her, wanted to be inside of her, wanted to taste her, wanted every inch of her.

Only, he couldn't.

Upon remembering the promise he had made with himself, he forced himself to let her go and fall back onto the bed. He wouldn't hurt her again, even if she didn't know it. He wouldn't sleep with her and Lana in the same night. Regardless of that fact, he still wouldn't sleep with her tonight. She looked at him confused and a bit rejected. He was breathing hard, and it was more than clear that he had a hard-on. Closing his eyes, he tried to think of anything else to cool himself off. "Juice, what's wrong?" she asked him, laying on her side beside him. She was worried that he had changed his mind about them. Hearing the worry in her voice forced him to look at her, which only made this harder.

Her tits were nearly exposed, falling out of her tank top she had worn to bed. God, he wanted them in his face, he wanted her nipples in his mouth. Snapping his eyes away, his fists clenching around the sheets. "You have no idea how badly I want to, you know, fuck you, Nora, but-but I can't. Not-not tonight, okay? I want to just hold you tonight, even if it kills me," he told her, keeping his eyes off of her so he could keep his cool and not attack her like a horny fucking dog in heat. She definitely wasn't making it easy for him, but glancing over, he saw that she looked happy.

Wrapping an arm around her, he pulled her to his side. Her body was tense at first, but she relaxed after a moment and rested her head on his chest. Slipping an arm around his middle, she nuzzled his neck. She knew she wasn't making it any easier for him, that was clear enough from the little tent pitched under the sheet, but she was willing to see if he could really last the entire night without fucking. For their relationship's sake, she hoped that he could.