Thanks for the reviews! So this chapter is definitely longer! A lot of thanks goes to Chevy for this one lol. I do not own anything in this chapter, besides Nora, everything else belongs to their rightful owners. Co-written by Chevygirl815

Chapter 38

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Night had already fallen, and Nora and Juice were laying in bed. The blonde had her back to him, sleeping soundly. Juice laid behind her, his arm wrapped around her with his hand on her stomach. It had been a week since they'd slept together. After the dinner at Gemma's, Nora just was never in the mood. She was always cranky and sore.

If he picked the right time, Juice could convinced her to give him a blow job, but even those were getting few. After the day he had, he needed her. He needed to get lost in between her legs, his head in her breasts. The most he got to see though was her putting on her nightgown before crawling into bed.

Fuck, at this point, he just wanted to touch her and knew she was still interested in him. If he had to see her naked in the shower one more time and not be able to do anything but jerk off again, he was going to go crazy.

Looking over at her, he moved her hair off her neck. Nuzzling his face into her skin, he breathed her in and sighed. She always smelled so good. Taking a chance, he leaned down and started to kiss her neck. God, he missed this. He heard her groan in her sleep and took it as encouragement. Pulling her hip back toward him, he pressed his obvious hard on into her lower back.

"Juice."

He nibbled on her ear, his hand slipping back from her baby bump to her hip. His fingers dug into her side, his lips moving down the curve of her neck to her shoulder. He wanted to leave a mark on her, remind her she was his. Hearing her whimper only made the need to do it worse. His hand slipped under her nightgown, his fingers slipping between her legs. He could feel she was started to get wet.

Feeling the moisture on his fingers did it. Without thinking, he bit into her shoulder. Before he could do anything to make up for the pain, she jerked away from him. "Fucking hell, Juice! I'm trying to sleep." She snapped.

He groaned, falling back into the sheets. The moment was over, and he was rock hard with no way for a release. He doubted she'd even jerk him off after that. "Nora, come on. I thought the doctor said it was fine to keep a sex life? Why are you doing this?" He asked.

It was the lack of sex getting to him, and sleep. He wasn't sleeping good when she wouldn't lay still. She wasn't comfortable staying in one spot for long and she'd end up pushing and kicking him in the middle of the night. "That doesn't mean I have to sleep with you on command. I haven't felt good at all this week, I'm not in the mood. I'm sleeping, you should be too." She went on, shooting him a quick look before laying back down.

He groaned, looking down at the tent that now stood under the sheets. This girl was going to be the death of him.

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The next morning, Nora work up feeling guilty. She woke up to find Juice already up and in the shower. She'd gone in to wash up, only to hear him grunting in the shower. He was jerking off because she wouldn't give it up the night before. A part of her wanted to give in, she did, but the other part of her that didn't, won out.

She almost did when he touched her, but then the fucker had to go and bite her.

Looking in the mirror, she saw the dark bruise on her neck. It was going to be easy to cover up with one of her shirts. The last thin she needed was Tig or one of the other guys ragging on her over a hickey.

Splashing water on her face, she cleaned up for the day before leaving the bathroom, leaving Juice to his . . . business. She was sitting on the couch when he finally came out. Standing up, she turned to look at him. "Juice, I wanted to apolo-"

"I've got to get to TM. I'll check in for lunch. Don't forget to lock the door behind me." He cut her off, walking right past her as he shrugged on his cut.

Hurt filled her eyes as he blew her off. He didn't even bother to kiss her, not even on the cheek. That wasn't like Juice, not at all. She knew this was her fault, she pushed him away, but it wasn't like Juice to just blow her off.

He gave her a quick 'bye' before leaving, shutting the door quickly behind him. She followed him out, opening the door to see him backing up out of the driveway. He wanted away from her, and she knew it. "Juice, what about breakfast?" She called out, trying to think of something to keep him with her for another minute.

He paused at the end of the driveway, putting on his helmet. "I'll grab something there."

Shaking her head, she hurried as fast as she could down the steps and went to cross the lawn to get to him. "Juice, can't we just talk about last night?" She asked out, wishing he would just come back inside.

"There's nothing to talk about. Call you later, Nora." He called back before taking off.

Stopping short, tears filled her eyes, her emotions getting the best of her. She couldn't believe that just happened. Juice actually ran away from her. The way he even said her name was off. Like it was something bitter in his mouth. Looking around, she noticed some of the neighbors watching from their windows and blushed in embarrassment before going back inside the house.

It was moments like this she wished she had Lana here to talk to. She'd know just what to say in these kind of situations. Could she really call her though? Make her listen to her crap while she's out there happy for once? The guilt only grew inside of her. She couldn't do that. Not yet at least.

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Lana pulled her car into the garage of Tacoma Auto. It was the new car she'd gotten shortly after arriving in Tacoma and although a decent car, it needed some work. She pulled it into one of the empty bays and got out.

"Hey Donut. You seen Koz?" She asked, seeing the man working on another car.

"In the clubhouse, darlin." He nodded towards the building with the giant reaper on the side, the letters SAMTAC painted across the blade of the scythe.

"Thanks." She smiled and turned to cross the lot.

Pushing the door open, she walked inside the bar and scanned the room. Spotting Kozik with Lorca and a prospect by the pool table, she headed over.

Kozik saw the prospects eyes widen slightly and he turned to looked over his shoulder to see what the kid was so fascinated with. Turning back, he reached out and slapped the prospect upside the head. "Eyes off shithead. She's too much woman for you to even know what to do with." He said. This got a laugh out of Lorca and Kozik hung his arm over Lana's shoulders as she came up next to him.

She held up her keys and casually hooked her finger in one of his belt loops on the back of his jeans as she stood next to him. "You gonna fix my car today?" She asked. "Got a job interview in a couple hours."

Kozik hesitated and narrowed his eyes. "Where?"

"Deja Vu."

"Lana, that's a fucking strip club. I told you you're not doing that shit anymore." He said, taking a step back and looking at her.

"I'm not gonna be stripping. They're hiring for a bartender so cool it."

He glared at her for a minute and she gave as good as she got. He didn't like this. Even if she was behind the bar, the place was still crawling with guys who thought they could touch every piece of ass that walked through the door. He'd spent enough time there to know any woman in the building was considered fair game. Not to mention the revealing dress code even the bartenders were expected to adhere to.

Lana sighed. "Babe, I gotta work."

"No, you don't."

"Just because there's a bunch of other girls hanging around here that would kill for the chance to lounge around on your couch all day and fuck you all night doesn't mean I'm one of them. I'm already living in your house, eating your food, and letting you fix my car for free, which, by the way, you put in fucking $2,000 for. This place is offering me some good fucking money and I'm not just gonna turn it down."

"Yeah, they're offering you good money because you're fucking hot and they want you to show off that ass of yours." He complained.

"I'm going." She insisted. "I'm a big girl and I don't need your permission."

She turned and started walking back toward the door. Screw it. She'd drive the car the way it was.

"Lana." Kozik sighed.

She turned back around. She didn't want to be mad at him and she didn't want to fight, but she wasn't going to let him dictate her life either.

He walked toward her and looked her straight in the eye. "Keep your ass behind the bar. I find out anyone touches you or they try to convince you to get up on that stage, you're done. I will come down there and drag you out if I have to."

Lana rolled her eyes, knowing he was serious.

"I mean it. Better not be shaking that ass for anyone but me." He said with a smirk as he took the keys from her.

She laughed and shook her head. Making her way to the bar for a water and a beer for her man, she could feel him behind her, but ignored him. Once the sweetbutt behind the counter handed her both drinks, she felt him press up against her back and she lifted the beer for him. He took a drink and then his lips were on her neck. She leaned back into him for a moment and then he was gone and she sighed. He was such a tease sometimes.

She saw him walking out the door and decided to follow him to the garage. She could play games too.

She followed him across the lot and took a seat on a stool nearby as he popped the hood of her car. He'd taken his shirt off so she watched him for a while as he worked on the car. Just as he was looking as if he was really concentrating, she quietly walked over and leaned against the car next to him.

He didn't seem to notice her at first, so she scooted over a little closer until her hip brushed against him. He froze and turned his head toward her, eyes narrowed, fully aware of what she was up to. The corner of her mouth tugged upward before she managed to hide the smile and he narrowed his eyes more. She didn't miss him glance down at her chest.

She turned around and leaned over the engine acting as if she was really interested. Making a point of sticking her ass out, she looked up at him innocently. "Whatcha doin?" She asked sweetly.

His eyes shifted from her face to her ass and back. "What are you doing?" He asked accusingly.

She tilted her head and gave him her best doe eyes. "Watching."

He glanced back at the engine, then at her again. "Watching what?"

She stood and moved closer to him until he placed one arm on the other side of her, trapping her in between him and the car, his hands braced against the car. "Watching you." She purred in his ear and then leaned up to nibble his ear.

He held in a groan as her hand lightly brushed over his crotch, but then her phone rang and he let it out.

"Hello?" She answered and he leaned forward to kiss her neck, hoping the call wouldn't be long.

Much to his dismay, she placed a hand on his chest and pushed him away before walking out of the garage.

"Hey, how's Tacoma?" Nora asked from the other end of the phone.

"Good. It's really good." Lana said. "How are things with Juicy?" She made her smile evident in her voice.

There was a small pause before Nora answered. "Good, I guess." She didn't know exactly what to say. It was becoming clearer by the day that things were anything but fine, but what was she going to say? And what could Lana even do to help her? Nora didn't even know why she'd called.

Lana had a feeling that maybe all wasn't right, but before she could give it much thought, Kozik had walked up behind her and, reaching over her shoulder, dumped the rest of her water all over the front of her shirt.

She squealed in surprise and pushed him away. "What the fuck?!" She laughed as she pushed him away. "Can I call you back?" She asked Nora

Nora could hear Kozik laughing in the background and she couldn't help but think of how her and Juice had been that happy only weeks ago. She felt the tears coming on again. "Yeah." She said quickly. "Talk to you later."

Lana hung up the phone. "Asshole." She said, still laughing and pushing him again. "I'm wearing a white shirt."

Kozik grinned. "I know."

"Fuck you." She said jokingly.

He grabbed her by the arms and kissed her. "Oh come on! Your hands are all greasy." She complained.

Grabbing her face, he kissed her again, effectively shutting her up.

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After hanging up with Lana, Nora headed back to the living room and sat on the other side of the couch away from Juice.

It had been a couple of days since the incident in the bedroom. After the blow off the next morning, Juice laid off after that, trying to be understanding. She wasn't feeling good. She wasn't comfortable. She wasn't in the mood. It was starting to get to him. He knew it wasn't her fault, it was the hormones, but it was getting harder to go to bed with her and not be able to at least touch her. Hell, she barely touched him.

He should be able to touch his girl and go to bed satisfied. He shouldn't have to suffer blue balls when he had a girl in his bed every night. The guys were starting to tease him because of how frustrated he was. It didn't help his already bad mood when Tig decided to make him the butt of his jokes either.

Now sitting beside her on the couch, it was hard not to just jump her. He felt like a starving dog with his bone just out of reach. She was right there though. Taunting him wearing her little sun dress. Her legs were laid over his, so at least he got to feel how smooth they were.

He could see that she was upset, whether it was over her phone call or over the damn dog commercial, he didn't know. It was an opening though. He knew it was low, going in for it when she was upset, but these days an opening was an opening.

He ran his hand up her leg, his eyes watching her for a reaction. He felt her tense, but she didn't pull away. He shifted around, leaning over toward her. She knew he was going to kiss her, and she knew that should excite her, but it didn't. Her body wanted him, sure, her hormones were making her crave him, but her head kept getting in the way. She didn't want him to see her naked. She wasn't comfortable, and it wouldn't be fun for her.

Feeling his lips on her neck, she bit her lip. He was using one hand to balance himself above her, not pressing any of his weight on her. The other cupped her face, pulling her more into the kiss.

While this use to make her stomach do flips in excitement, she just felt . . . ugly. It felt awkward and she didn't want to do this. She felt guilty though. Juice didn't deserve to be punished because she didn't feel comfortable. She could give him this one time. She could, couldn't she? God, she hoped she could.

It was going okay, she'd kiss him back, moan when she knew she should. His hand lowered down to her ass, giving her a squeeze. Everything was going fine under he started to tug up on her shirt. The second she knew what he was doing, she scrambled out from him as quickly as she could. "I-I can't. I'm sorry. I-I'm just not comfortable, Juice. I'm sorry." She said, tears filling her eyes.

She wanted to be like Lana and Kozik again. She wanted to be able to be comfortable with Juice and laugh. Juice didn't seem to connect the dots though. He pulled her back down onto his lip, his obvious hard on poking her from below. "We'll just try a different position, Nora. Come on, don't leave me like this again. It fucking hurts." He complained.

She felt guilty, wishing she could give him what he wanted, but she couldn't. It just wasn't working. She wasn't even starting to get wet. Not that she wasn't attracted to Juice, because she was, but being this far into the pregnancy, she just couldn't. She felt unattractive and fat as a whale. She didn't want Juice to see her naked, to be disgusted by her. She didn't want him to change his mind about her and leave.

She was doing this for them. She just had to believe that. "I-I'm sorry, Juice." She cried, getting up from his lap. "I'm s-so sorry." She said before hurrying to the bedroom and slamming the door behind her.

Juice fell back against the couch, groaning in frustration as he gripped his little amount of hair. This girl was driving him insane and he wasn't sure how much more he could take of it.