Disclaimer: I do not own Sons of Anarchy. I do, however, own Marlowe and any other OCs that appear in the 2 Sons Universe.
A/N: Please note that the rating on this story will change from "T" to "M" with this chapter.
Let the reader be warned!
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
It was close to midnight when the SAMCRO President rode onto the T-M lot. His arrival was rather subdued when compared to his abrupt exit. Several hours earlier, he had left mechanics, clients, patches and croweaters standing around and doing very little to hide their astonishment as he hauled ass out of the lot. Being midweek, Jax noticed with gratitude that, unlike his departure, no one was around to witness his return.
After making an important phone call, Jax had turned off his prepay, wanting as little human contact as possible in order to clear his head. He rode his Harley for hours and before he knew it, he was almost halfway to South Lake Tahoe before deciding to turn back. On his journey to nowhere, Jax thought a lot about his son and what their life together would be like now. Going forward with the knowledge he had gained would prove to be a difficult hurdle, but the thought of the new possibilities that were now open for Jax went a long way in cooling his rage.
He may have calmed down significantly, but right now the last thing Jax wanted was anyone approaching him to ask questions. He knew that those questions and his answers would put him right back into the murderous head space he had spent an entire day trying to fight his way out of. If Gemma had not been the one to completely shatter his world by revealing Tara's ultimate act of betrayal, Jax knew he would not have hesitated in pulling his Glock and shooting the messenger. But despite knowing how much his mother had hated Tara in the past, the look of pain and utter devastation in her eyes as she revealed to him what she had learned had convinced Jax that she was telling him the truth. As close as the two most important women in his life had become since Gemma's rape, Jax knew that his mother was feeling the sting of betrayal as much as he was.
After all, Gemma was all about the family. Which was why, instead of letting Jax run off blind in an attempt to get as far away as possible to lick his wounds in private, Gemma had set Happy on his scent. By sending his SAA after him, Jax not only had someone he trusted watching his back who would keep him from doing something stupid, but he also had someone he could open up to. Sending his brother after him had been the right call to make because Mother Gemma knew her son well enough to know that he would never invite her into his personal anguish.
That's what he had his Club for.
Even though Happy Lowman had always been more inclined to keep his own counsel, he still managed to surprise Jax time and again by how much depth and knowledge he had regarding the human psyche. Those that didn't know Happy well were quick to judge him solely by his fearsome outer skin, and in most cases that would be the smartest play. But his brothers knew Happy well enough to know that those that chose to remain quiet usually had the most to say.
Talking shit out with Happy at the Streams had put the past two years in perspective for Jax. With his blinders regarding Tara now permanently ripped off, the truth had given him the strength to do what needed to be done in order to protect his family.
Parking his ride in his reserved spot with the overhead lights casting long shadows on the blacktop, Jax thought about the decision he had made concerning his son's future. After making just one phone call at the Streams, he and Happy made their way back to Charming in order to meet Gemma at his house. Jax had just gotten off his bike as Gemma pulled up in her SUV. Quickly getting out of her car, even though she strode up the walkway with confidence, Jax could see her concern and deep love for him pouring out of her eyes. Clasping her hands in his gloved ones, Jax had gently kissed them both before pulling her into a hug. Wrapping her arms around him and squeezing him tightly in return was Gemma's way of letting her son know that she was one woman that would always have his back without fail.
Without going into much detail and his voice devoid of overt emotion, Jax had explained to Gemma what he needed her to do. For probably the first time in his recent memory, the Club's matriarch didn't voice any disagreement or try to convince him to do otherwise. She simply nodded and proceeded to carry out his plans just like a good old lady would.
After giving his SAA one last bro hug and a direct order to head back to the Clubhouse, Jax had gone on his long ride alone. Many hours on the road had cleared his head and knowing exactly what he desperately needed, he had returned to Charming to seek some comfort. The garage had long since been closed for the night, the only indication that there were people on site being the half-dozen bikes parked in their customary row, as well as a number of cars on the far side of the lot. Sitting on his bike, Jax focused his eyes on the parked cages, looking for one in particular. He felt his tense shoulders relax when he spotted the dark gray Impala.
Good, he thought as he got off his ride.
The shit that was about to happen had been a long time in the making, and Jax Teller no longer had a reason to continue denying himself what he really wanted.
Marlowe turned off her old and dilapidated hairdryer and placed it on the table as she ran her long fingers through her freshly-washed and now-dry hair. With not one electrical socket to be found in her dorm's meager bathroom, Marlowe was sitting at the makeshift desk where she would usually dry her hair after taking a shower. Perched on the edge of her chair wearing nothing but a damp towel wrapped around her torso, she picked up her watch that lay next to her prepay and noted the time.
"Damn," she muttered.
Tossing her watch onto the table, she got up and headed towards the small chest of drawers. Dropping her towel, she grabbed a threadbare Navy t-shirt and a pair of thong underwear. Slipping them on, she headed to her bathroom to hang up the damp towel and brush her teeth.
It was approaching one in the morning and, as usual, she was nowhere near sleepy. During the last five years, sleep or the lack of it had become the bane of Marlowe's existence. Not only was it elusive, but when it finally did come, it was usually plagued by the horrors of war she had witnessed as they made their way back into her dreams.
Never sure what would trigger an episode of PTSD, the fear of having to relive the worst of her experiences as a combat medic had robbed Marlowe of the ability to enjoy a good night's sleep. Instead, she had grown accustomed to puttering around until she literally passed out from exhaustion. Even then, it was usually a fitful sleep that lasted no more than a couple of hours at a time.
The exception to the rule, however, had been the night of her last nightmarish episode. Exhausted after working non-stop caring for the wounded of the Lobos Sonora showdown, Marlowe barely remembered falling asleep after taking a shower. All she could vaguely recall was finding herself caught in a horrific dream world she couldn't escape from, only to be rescued by a knight in gleaming leather. After piecing the details together, Marlowe was stunned to realize that she had slept nearly ten hours straight that night—all while wrapped in the warm embrace of Jax Teller.
Unfortunately, that had been the first and last good night's sleep she had been able to enjoy in a long time. With the Club preparing for a meeting between what Happy referred to as the Irish and the Mexicans, Marlowe had not seen, much less spoken to, Jax since then. In order to keep her mind off of her "unfinished business" with the SAMCRO President, she had fallen into her regular routine once again, making sure to keep busy and active during her long days.
As usual, it had been one of those long and active days for Marlowe. After her early morning run, she had driven to Modesto to meet Ceci for breakfast before dropping her off at the rehab center. Now that she was on summer break from her job teaching high school in Bakersfield, Ceci had temporarily relocated to NorCal to be close to her sister, giving Marlowe more free time.
Returning to Charming, Marlowe had spent part of the late morning visiting Kozik at St. Thomas. It gave her great hope for his full recovery seeing the blond biker in his ever-present jovial mood, cracking jokes and making Marlowe laugh as he grilled her on Club gossip. Too bad the commotion at T-M had happened after her return from St. Thomas or she would have been able to give Kozik the third degree about it. Seeing bikers come and go for weeks now, she knew that the sight of Jax Teller pealing tires on his Harley as he ripped out of the parking lot was really nothing out of the ordinary. Watching his parents running after him before Happy jumped on his bike and hauled ass off after him was.
Marlowe had watched as Jax got on his bike, barely stopping to put on his helmet, noting that whatever had happened had obviously upset the outlaw. Knowing that he had a young son that had been born with a heart condition, she hoped that nothing was wrong with the little boy. But judging by the look on his face—more anger bordering on rage than parental anguish and concern—a sudden thought popped into her mind and Marlowe couldn't help but wonder if maybe there was trouble brewing with his old lady. Fortunately, Marlowe had not spotted the pinched-face doctor around the Clubhouse since their last confrontation well over a week ago.
Making a point of staying on the lot for the rest of the day, Marlowe probably would have skipped eating dinner if Filthy Phil hadn't volunteered to pick her up something from Hanna's. Disappointingly, hanging around had been a wasted effort as Jax had not returned to the lot. Happy had, however.
But the SOB had been as tight-lipped as ever, Marlowe thought as she spit out the toothpaste and rinsed her mouth out for the third and final time.
At about six o'clock that evening, Happy had finally reappeared, strolling into the Clubhouse like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Marlowe watched as he made a beeline to his brothers, noting how he pointedly avoided making eye contact with her. Instead, he inserted himself into a boisterous game of pool with Chibs and Bobby as a couple of croweaters practically clung to him.
As far as she could tell, no one was inclined to bring up the subject of the Mad King, almost as if they knew that Happy would shut them down. Sensing she had very little to gain by way of information on what had spurred Jax to hightail it like a bat out of hell by sticking around, Marlowe got up from her customary spot on the couch. Deciding it was time to call it a night, she had headed for her dorm without so much as a sideways glance at Happy.
Finally finished with her nightly ministrations, Marlowe turned off the bathroom light and, closing the door behind her, headed to her bed. Propped up against the wooden headboard, she settled herself on top and grabbed her newly-purchased tablet from the nightstand. Even though Marlowe wasn't big on accumulating material possessions, now that she was earning with the Club she had decided to splurge on her first modern electronic device. It had been a bit pricey, but Juice had highly recommended it and it was already proving to be a great investment. She had spent much of her time on the lot today downloading a number of free books from a number of websites. An avid reader, especially on her many sleepless nights, now she wouldn't have to haul around a ton of books that usually outnumbered the items of clothing she owned.
Making a mental note to take Gemma's well-meaning advice to heart and look into expanding her wardrobe, Marlowe used the Kindle App to pull up a guilty pleasure of hers in the form of the latest bodice-ripping historical romance she had tagged for her bedtime reading. Fully immersed in the seduction of Lady Brenna by her captor Garrick the Viking King, the sound of a key being used to open her door barely registered. She suddenly froze, however, when she heard the distinct sound of barrel clicking as the lock opened. Thinking she had seen the doorknob turn, she quickly sat up in her bed. A look of amazement and a little bit of anger mixed with relief crossed her features as the door opened and revealed Jax Teller.
Stepping inside, he closed the door behind him.
Silently, they stared at each other for a long time, Marlowe's gray eyes muddled by surprise and a little bit of confusion and Jax's darkened by pain and need. He was looking at her with hungry eyes, Marlowe realized as she felt a shiver run down her spine and her nipples tighten. She wanted to open her mouth and ask him if everything was all right, but she didn't. Something in the way he was looking at her told Marlowe that was the reason he was standing in her room, hoping that she would offer to make everything all right for him this time around.
Not breaking eye contact, Marlowe placed her tablet on the nightstand, and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Slowly standing up, her rumpled t-shirt slid down her body as she quietly made her way to him. Coming to a stop, she stepped into his personal space, so close that she could feel the heat emanating from his body.
Standing in front of him, Marlowe reached out and gently tucked a loose lock of golden hair behind his ear. Jax closed his eyes as he burrowed his cheek into the palm of her hand and inhaled the sweet scent of roses that clung to her skin. A hint of a smile played on his lips as he felt her other hand rest on his chest, over his President patch, and he opened his eyes.
Lifting his head to look her in the eyes, Jax almost whispered, "I'm sorry."
Marlowe's brow furrowed delicately. "What for?"
Jax gave her a slight half-smile as he replied hesitantly, "I'm pretty sure I promised I wouldn't invade your privacy again after the last time I let myself into your room."
"Yeah, you did," Marlowe replied quickly and for a moment, Jax was afraid she was going to ask him to leave. "Considering the circumstances at the time, however, I think it's safe to say I forgave you for that," she whispered back.
"Will you forgive me this time?" he asked softly.
"That all depends, Jackson," she replied, addressing him by his given name for the first time. Instead of sounding like he was being reprimanded, his name on her lips sounded like a caress. "Why are you here?" Marlowe's gray eyes burned into his as she waited for his answer. Seconds seemed to stretch like minutes and minutes into hours before he finally replied.
After the life-changing day he'd had, Jax knew what he wanted—what he needed—but he also knew that he couldn't take being turned away by her again. Not tonight.
Reaching out with his right hand, Jax gently cupped her face. "I need you, Marlowe," he said hoarsely as his thumb gently stroked her cheek.
Looking into his sad blue eyes, dark with sorrow and physical need, Marlowe knew what she had to do, which was send him on his way and back to his family. As strongly as she felt about Jax Teller, Marlowe wasn't keen on starting something with him that had the potential of leaving her with a broken heart. Although she didn't care at all for Tara Knowles, Marlowe wasn't looking to play third wheel in Jax's relationship with her. What she had to do, however, was wholly different from what she wanted to do and, choosing to ignore her pride and conscience if only for just one night, Marlowe finally gave in to her own wants and needs.
Reaching up, she gently caressed his bearded cheeks. Cupping his handsome face, Marlowe pulled Jax towards her. Instantly, his strong and powerful arms coiled around her slender figure, pulling her flush against him as their mouths tenderly and gently sought each other out. They kissed, taking their time as they familiarized themselves with one another's scent and taste, knowing they had all night to exorcise their personal demons wrapped in each other's arms.
Balling her hands in his hair, Marlowe let out a breathy sigh in between kisses as Jax slowly lifted her t-shirt from behind. Exposing her bare bottom thanks to the thong she wore, he dug his fingers into the firm flesh as he kneaded her cheeks. Jax winced, almost as if in pain, when Marlowe pulled herself from their kiss. Before he could protest, her pillowy lips trailed down his neck, peppering him with kisses before her hot and moist tongue flicked over the thick vein throbbing on the left side of his throat. Jax closed his eyes, her soft suckling of his jugular making his cock twitch violently in his pants as he caressed her naked back underneath her t-shirt.
Pulling back to look him in his half-hooded eyes, Marlowe let her hands trail under his kutte, over his rock hard chest and onto his broad shoulders in order to gently nudge him out of his leather. Removing his holster and Glock as he watched her hang his kutte on the back of the desk chair with great care, Jax dropped both onto the desk before swiftly removing the navy blue SAMCRO t-shirt he wore.
As Marlowe turned to face him again, Jax saw the light dim in her beautiful gray eyes as her brow furrowed once again. "What is it, darlin'?"
Biting her lip, Marlowe shook her head slightly as she reached out to gently skim her fingers over the chest tattoo of his son's name. Jax frowned, sensing that he knew where her head was at. She was wrong, however, because he was no longer the man she had first met and felt morally obligated to keep at arm's length. He resolved that he would make this fact abundantly clear to her later because now wasn't the time for talk. It was time for him to take action and bring their flirty dance around each other to its natural conclusion.
Gently grabbing her hand, Jax pulled Marlowe towards him and kissed her again, harder and longer this time as she melted against his body. She inhaled his manly scent as his tongue slipped through her parted lips, reveling in the way he felt and tasted in her mouth as he tilted his head to deepen their kiss. Feeling her knees grow weak from her sudden and wanton need for this man, Marlowe propped herself against the desk as Jax continued pressing into her.
He kissed her deeper and slower as his hands slid up her sides, bringing her t-shirt with them. Pulling away, Jax whispered, "Off."
Feeling uncharacteristically compliant, Marlowe obeyed and lifted her arms, allowing Jax to pull it up and over her head. Her eyes drifted closed and she bit into her bottom lip to keep herself from moaning as Jax dropped his head and nuzzled her neck. She involuntarily shivered as he slipped a hand between her breasts and slowly moved his thumb over a taut nipple. With her breath catching in her throat, Jax started sucking a bruise on the delicate skin of her long neck. Bringing her hands into his hair, she clutched him to her as he used his denim-clad knee to spread her legs apart, allowing him to move his hips against her slowly.
"Mmmmm, Jax," Marlowe's voice was breathy and hot against his ear, forcing him to growl as he continued working her neck with his mouth. She remembered how much she had wanted him the night they had planned to hook up at The Hairy Dog. She had been hot and horny for him then. That, however, was nothing compared to how much she wanted him now. This time she was engulfed by an achy and heady desire, a need for this man to fill the void inside she had been living with for a long time now.
Perching her behind on the desk, Marlowe arched her back and brought her long legs up to wrap around his thighs. She felt all of her desire for him pooling at her core as she started breathing erratically. Sliding his hands underneath her, Jax gripped the tight little round bubble she had for an ass as he bent his head, his lips brushing one nipple and then the other before sucking it into his mouth. Still half-dressed, Jax thrust against her as he pulled her towards him, needing more and more contact with her supple, yet strong body. Feeling him grow as hard as marble against her throbbing pussy, Marlowe bit her tongue in an effort to keep herself from begging him to take her right then and there, hard and fast.
Marlowe, however, couldn't stop herself from telling him how much she wanted him. "I need you too, Jax," she started but stopped as he whipped his head up and looked deep into her eyes. Licking lips suddenly gone dry, she continued, "I want you inside me."
Jax flashed her a cocky grin as he lifted her off the desk. "Hey, I'm all about the service, darlin'."
The man was full of swagger, the kind that made Marlowe want him just a little more every time he aimed that killer smile at her. Christ Almighty, he's so beautiful, she thought. I'm so screwed.
Marlowe wrapped her legs tighter around him, returning his fervent kisses as he walked over to the bed. Jax dropped her gently onto the mattress and Marlowe propped herself up on her elbows to watch him undress. Kicking off his white sneakers, he unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down, bending over to remove his socks.
"Holy shit," Marlowe groaned as he pulled the elastic of his boxers over his erection, a truly impressive sight against a bed of downy soft and golden pubic hair, before letting them fall to the floor.
Jax's smile was a sexy smirk as he watched Marlowe climb onto her knees on the bed. "You're not half-bad yourself, darlin'," he replied, his eyes taking in every inch of her gorgeously lean body. Wearing nothing but her thong, Jax loved the fact that her beautifully round and perky tits were slightly larger than he had previously expected, a fact that Marlowe was accustomed to concealing by wearing sports bras.
Stepping up to the bed, Jax placed a hand on her slender waist, the other in her tousled caramel-colored hair. "You're so beautiful, Doc," he said softly, his eyes searching her face before tilting his head to the side as Marlowe leaned in and kissed him. Tugging on his bottom lip with her teeth, Marlowe forced a low, throaty groan from Jax as she reached between them and wrapped her hand around his length. He hissed as she stroked him long and slow.
Suddenly stopping, Marlowe pulled away and looked into his half-hooded eyes. "We need protection, outlaw."
Jax dragged a hand through his hair, pulling at it in frustration. "Fuuuck! I forgot," he admitted and arched an eyebrow as Marlowe chuckled. "I could probably jackhammer through a concrete wall right now and you think it's funny, don'tcha?"
Marlowe shook her head as she bit her lip. "No, not funny, but I do like that you weren't presumptuous enough to show up here with a pocketful of condoms."
"Oh yeah, smartass?" Jax smiled, leaning in to kiss her mouth softly. "Right now, I'm wishing I had been thinking like an arrogant prick. I'm not looking forward to making that awkward trip down the hall to my dorm pointing at everything, you know."
"Maybe you won't point at everything if you put some pants on," Marlowe chuckled again.
"I don't know, darlin'. I can try, but once my pistol is cocked, it's kinda hard getting it back in the holster," Jax teased with a wink. Taking a step back to retrieve his jeans, he stopped as Marlowe grabbed his arm and shook her head.
"I guess we're lucky we're in a Clubhouse full of horny bikers then," she said as she leaned on the bed and reached for the nightstand drawer. Opening it, Marlowe pulled out a long streamer made of gold foil packets. "I'm guessing they belonged to the room's last occupant."
"Yeah, right, babe," Jax smiled. "Think we have enough?"
Marlowe shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe, but they're not Magnums," she said, dropping a knowing glance at his dick standing at attention between them. "I guess we can make do."
Jax grabbed one of the foil packets with a smirk. "Trust me, we'll make it work."
Plopping herself down on the bed, Marlowe watched as Jax wasted no time in getting the condom on. Climbing onto the bed, he slowly dragged a gentle hand over the soft skin of her legs and up to her thighs before looping a finger around the waistband of her thong. With a smile curling her lips, Marlowe raised her hips slightly off the bed to accommodate Jax as he slid her underwear down.
After dropping her thong on the floor next to the bed, Jax let his hand continue its trek and leisurely explored her body. His fingers skimmed over the sensitive flesh that covered her tight abs and over her navel until his thumb brushed the meticulously trimmed strip of sandy hair on her mound. Marlowe's breath hitched as Jax suddenly moved over her. Claiming her mouth again, he gently pushed her down onto the bed. Kissing her deeply, he teasingly brushed his cock against her inner thigh and her legs seemingly parted of their own volition. Silently accepting the invitation, Jax nestled himself between her welcoming thighs.
With her hands caressing his back, shoulders and finally his face, Marlowe was intent on returning his kisses. Gasping abruptly, however, she fell back onto the pillows, her back arching as Jax teased her throbbing clit, stroking it with the head of his dick. Her eyes drifted closed as she concentrated on the incredible sensation, almost coming as Jax bent his head to suck gently on her nipples.
"Oh God," Marlowe heard herself whimper, her hands gripping the bed sheets, her orgasm building as Jax moved quicker along her clit.
"Open your eyes, darlin'," Jax coaxed, pecking her lips lightly. Breathing short ragged breaths, Marlowe shook her head, her eyes shut tight and a pink blush staining her cheeks. Jax smiled at her tenderly, then stopped moving.
Marlowe's eyes flew open. "Why did you stop? I was so close—"
"I know," he started moving against her sensitive nub again. "I want you looking at me when you come, baby."
Marlowe gave him the stink eye for about a nanosecond before a gasp tore from her lips again. This time, however, she kept her eyes locked on his as she felt the warmth pool in her belly before she shattered. "Oh my God! Oh God!" she almost screamed at the top of her lungs, her short blunt fingernails digging into Jax's back. "Fuck! Jax, oh my God!" Still riding the wave of her orgasm, Marlowe cried out again as, without warning, Jax pushed himself inside her.
Jax growled, her wet, warm and tight pussy gripping and convulsing around his cock. With one hand holding her from the back of the neck and the other grabbing onto the headboard, he started thrusting. Slowly pulling out and thrusting back in hard, Jax did this over and over, dropping deeper and deeper inside her until Marlowe swore she could feel him touching her womb.
Bringing his mouth to hers, Jax kissed her hard and deep, taking both of their breaths away. With her legs up high around his lean waist, Jax thrust a little harder just to hear her moan deliciously underneath him.
To Jax, it seemed as if he had been living in anticipation of this moment since first laying eyes on the beautiful, but strange young woman sitting at the bar reading a book. The more he and Tara had pulled away from each other, the more drawn he felt to Marlowe. In hindsight, he was glad she had put the brakes on them getting together before now. Believing there was a reason they had crossed paths, it came as no surprise to Jax how natural it felt being with Marlowe like this. Now done with Tara and her manipulations, Jax was ready to move on with his life in Charming as SAMCRO's President.
And a part of him wanted Marlowe to be the one he shared that with.
After a while of moving together as one, caressing and whispering sweet nothings to each other, Jax suddenly repositioned himself on his knees. Holding her open by the backs of her knees, Jax pressed her down into the mattress, allowing him to set a slower pace as he pounded himself deeper, drilling every possible inch of his cock into her pussy. Marlowe held onto his powerful forearms, their eyes still locked, and braced herself because now they were fucking, hard. She could feel him swell inside her, his balls tightening as they slapped against her ass.
"Oh God, Jax," Marlowe said, breathing heavily. It was incredible, feeling him stuffing her to capacity. "You feel so fucking good, baby. Please don't stop." She was so unbelievably close, but shit! She never wanted it to end. Unable to hold herself back, however, Marlowe exploded, crying out his name.
"Fuck, Marley!" Jax ground out, struggling to keep the same slow pace as she tightened around him again. He could feel her juices coating his dick and dripping down his balls as her orgasm started to subside.
Bringing himself over her once again, his arms braced on either side of her on the bed, Jax picked up speed and rammed himself faster, going deeper with each thrust. Grunting, Jax buried his head into the crook of her neck, holding back and letting his orgasm build higher and higher. As they clung to each other, Jax grabbed Marlowe's ass, lifting it off the bed and bringing her into closer contact with him. Biting into her shoulder to keep himself from crying out, Jax finally let himself come in violent spurts, moaning incoherently.
Except for the sound of the pair trying to catch their breaths, the room was silent as they held each other a moment longer. Pulling back, Jax smiled down at Marlowe. With wild, sweaty hair, half-closed eyes, and lips swollen from his brutal kisses, she looked thoroughly and awesomely fucked. She was gorgeous.
Sliding onto his side on the bed, Jax pulled Marlowe with him as they managed to slip under the sheets. Settling down on his back, Jax cradled Marlowe against his chest. "You feel so good against me like this," he murmured into her hair, remembering the first night they had shared this same bed.
Marlowe swallowed the lump in her throat. "Yeah, I do," she agreed, knowing there was nowhere else in the world she'd rather be.
And it scared the living shit out of her.
A/N: The deed is finally done and trust me, they're only just getting started! Now, I NEED you to let me know how you feel about Jax and Marlowe finally making the ultimate connection. I'm looking forward to reading your reviews, so hit me!
Hugs, Harlee.
