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"You are a slobbering mess, you know that?" Cheyenne says to a smiling and giggling Abel, who had her hands in a tight grasp, as he is trying to stand up on his own.
Fawn watches the scene from the couch in living room, "Jax said he was teething."
Cheyenne looks over at Fawn sitting on the couch. "When did you two talk?"
"I was at TM the other day."
"For your car or someone else?" Cheyenne questions. She knows that Lip and her seemed to have cooled down or broke up. She isn't sure as no one has really clarified, but Jax had mentioned in passing that Tig and she had seemed to be getting close. Cheyenne, of course, was happy her friend seemed to be making amends with her father. Yet, Jax seemed put off by it that she didn't question it.
Fawn rolls her eyes. "My car."
Cheyenne raises an eyebrow, but looks back at her son and smiles. "But he is teething, and he is giving us the Jackson Nathaniel Teller attitude. Although you missed it when Abel dropped a slob ball on his daddy. Jax's face was priceless. The funniest thing was when Jax decided to change Abel in his kutte and Abel thought it would be funny to trick his daddy thinking he was done peeing, but man did his dad get a surprise."
"Shit you should have recorded that," Fawn manages to say after a fit of laughter.
"Well it wasn't one of his finest moments." Cheyenne tells her smiling at Abel, who is now planting sloppy wet kisses on her face. Cheyenne stands up swooping Abel, who lets out a big laugh and walks over to her best friend, "Here he can slobber all over you now."
Fawn gladly accepts Abel. "You and Jax did make a beautiful baby,"
"You know you're basically calling Jax beautiful because Abel looks nothing like me." Cheyenne points out as she looks at her son. He keeps looking more and more like Jax. The hope for him to even sprout black hair had completely diminished.
"Abel has probably inherited your smarts." Fawn says soothingly as if she can feel her distress.
"Oh god, I hope so," Cheyenne mutters.
"So should I expect a niece or nephew soon?" Fawn asks so casually that Cheyenne thinks she misspoke.
"Excuse me? I am happily content with my only son for now." Cheyenne tells her friend. Right now, her focus was solely on Abel and obtaining her licensure. More babies were not on her brain or her game plan. She knows Jax wants more kids and has expressed it in little ways, but Abel was one happy surprise that she can only see herself with at the moment.
Fawn looks at her knowingly. "Chey, I know there are a litter of hickeys under that shirt. You and Jax fuck like bunnies and you have this look in your eye that I know as soon as Abel begins talking and walking you're going to want another baby."
"You know me so well." Cheyenne mocks.
"So is Gemma going to be alright that accident?" Fawn asks.
Cheyenne purses her lips and focuses on the sight of her socks. It is getting harder and harder keeping this secret with how Gemma is reacting and she didn't like lying to Jax.
"I think she may have a slight case of PTSD." Cheyenne says.
"Really you can get that from a car accident?" Fawn questions.
"Well yes, the domino effects from it and the what could've happened are just as lethal as what happened." Cheyenne explains.
Fawn seems to accept her answer as she rocks Abel, who coos in delight. "So how do you feel about the boys doing porn?"
Cheyenne rolls her eyes. She supported Jax. She truly did. But she didn't realize that Jax was basically being a porn legit producer. She had thought that he would just be a silent partner occasionally providing funds and muscle. However, nearly every day Luann had to call Jax down to the studio for something.
Fawn chuckles. "I take it you're not a fan."
"It's a legitimate business. And Jax wants this."
"How do you feel about that?"
"Feel about what?"
"Jax being around porn stars," Fawn states in the most obvious duh tone. "Listen can we be perfectly honest here, we all know, Jax hasn't met a pussy he didn't like. Now I'm not trying to judge because hey if a girl wants to do porn that is her business, but some of those girls are downright dirty bitches, leeches almost. I don't understand the appeal of running through a high traffic zone, but I – we – both know Jax and the boys turn a blind eye to that shit anyways. A blowjob isn't considered cheating to them either ya know."
Cheyenne rubs her forehead as she doesn't know why Fawn would seek to even point this out. It's not like she hasn't thought about the guys' blinders to infidelity. But Cheyenne knows that she doesn't have to worry about Jax.
"I trust him." Cheyenne tells her friend.
"All right, if you say so."
…
Jax sighs as he walks into his house. He thought partnering with Luann was simply just going to be a silent thing. If she needed some money he would provide and some muscle. He didn't think Luann would call him over every little thing since she moved into the rebuilt warehouse. He didn't think his signature was needed on every little thing either, but apparently it was. Besides he was becoming sick of Luann's bitchy attitude. At the end of the day, she still maintained all creative control over Cara Cara. He didn't care what films she wanted to produce just as long as she was making money.
But even if Luann was calling him just to fucking tell him that some lights needed replace, he wasn't about to bitch to Clay. For some reason, he is opposed to this legitimate source of income. Jax had his various theories as to why, but still it didn't make fucking sense to Clay's vehement disgust to the added income.
If Jax was feeling extra petty, he would cut the President out of the earning some of the profits. Still Jax decides to leave club problems at the door as he places his keys on the counter in the kitchen.
He notes that it is very quiet in the house. He checks the living room and finds it spotless. He walks down to Abel's room and he smiles at the sight of his son sleeping. Cheyenne has him tightly swaddled in his blanket. He still doesn't know how she does that.
Sometimes he finds it hard to believe that he is a father. That he has this whole little human being depending on him.
Giving his son one last look, he heads into the bedroom where he finds Cheyenne passed out. He smirks at her attire of a thin cami and a pair of underwear. His eyes flash hungrily at the sight of her crow exposed from the cami being risen up. Jax immediately begins removing some of his many layers.
…
Cheyenne is nudged awake by Jax's insistent mouth. He begins tracing kisses down her jaw and throat. Cheyenne giggles at the feel of his growing beard scratching her skin. She reaches up and tangles her fingers through his hair. She tries not to think that Jax is this excited after dealing with porn stars.
"Mmm," Jax groans as he settled more on top of her. He practically swallows her whole tongue in his kiss.
"You're the most beautiful fucking thing, I've ever seen," he tells her as he affectionately bumps her nose with his.
She smiles sleepily. "I'm a thing now?" She teases as she pushes back some of his growing hair behind his ears. "But I guess I could say the same thing about you." She says with a giggle.
Jax grins as he decorates her neck in possessive kisses. Before she knows it, he is tugging down the straps of her cami and exposing her breasts. Her hands drifts around him, over his shoulders, as one trails down and comes between them. She trails to the edge of his boxers and moans as he covers her chest with more hickies. She pushes the material of his boxers down and parts her thighs allowing him to follow suite with her own underwear. She raises her knees allowing Jax to breach her folds and she clings to his shoulders as her legs lock around his hips.
He eases into her slowly – teasingly – as he watches her face. She can't help the filthy moans that escape her throat as she clutches his shoulders.
"You with me, darlin'?" Jax asks. His lips brush over intimately over hers without actually kissing her. Cheyenne hums before she kisses him hard. It's then he begins to fuck her. Cheyenne practically becomes boneless as he unmakes her.
But it's not like Cheyenne is the only weak one between them. Jax releases a stuttering breath at the feel of her tight heat. Like every single time, she feels too good, perfect for him.
He's hunches over her as he pounds, pushes, and presses into her earnestly. She takes it all greedily as he drives her into her first orgasm.
"Mine," he reminders her as he kisses her possessively.
She hisses and whines as her sharp nails dig into his back. She chants a mantra of yes, yes, yes. And Jax takes that in greedily like the possessive animal he is.
And the raw, primal pride drags him straight into his orgasm as he spills inside her. He roars and growls his pleasure into the curve of her neck. It sets her off again, as her breath catches in her throat and burns her chest. Her back arches off the bed as her thighs are pinned open by his hands.
…
Cheyenne is currently in the local store buying a new burner cell at the insistence of Jax. For what, she doesn't know.
One thing she has discovered is she really hated burner cells. They are bulky and just ugly to her, but Jax did slap two hundred bills in her hand so she will get the most expensive and fancy one.
As she shops, her radar of someone watching her had skyrocketed to paranoia level. She can feel a hole being burned in her skull. She turns to the source and is greeted by the sight of Lyla, nose no longer swollen.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare, I just didn't know how to approach you." Lyla says.
Cheyenne takes a relieved breath that it's just Lyla that was staring at her. "It's fine. Next time just approach me instead of staring I promise I don't bite."
Lyla releases out a nervous laugh, "Sorry, its just you're a doctor and such."
"And your point?" Cheyenne asks gently.
Lyla gives her a small smile as she shakes her head.
"I heard you two had a baby, congratulations?"
"We have a son, his name is Abel," Cheyenne says taking out her phone – not a burner- and shows Lyla a picture of her baby boy.
"Oh my god, he is beautiful and looks just like Jax," Lyla say gushing over the picture. After all, since Luann had informed them of their new partners, Lyla has become familiar with Jax Teller. He seems to be there practically every day handling Luann's many outburst that Lyla thinks are due to stress. Yet, she knows with Jax's increasing presence some of her friends have begun to dig into what they know about the infamous Prince Charming. Lyla thinks she might be the only one not plotting to sleep with the man.
Besides, Jax seems really nice. The few times she has actually watched him, or mostly after he calms Luann down the conversations shift. She finds Jax always showing a new picture of his son to Luann. He also talks about Cheyenne or Luann will make a lewd comment about Cheyenne being in the business to ruffle his feathers. Sometimes, it's hard picturing the man she had heard slept his way through Northern California being such a family man and obviously in love.
"It must be nice having him still there supporting you." Lyla lets slip.
"You got a kid?"
"A boy, Piper, he is six."
Cheyenne doesn't get to respond because her phone starts going off Jax's name popping up, "I have to take this, maybe we can meet sometime later."
Cheyenne thinks the girls face is going to split by the wide grin she gives her, "Yes that would be nice actually. It was nice talking to you Cheyenne."
Cheyenne gives her a parting smile before answers her phone, "Yes, Jackson?"
"What is taking you so long?"
"I didn't know I was on a schedule, what are you my keeper?"
"Yes, actually, but I was calling because I want some chocolate milk." Jax requested.
What the hell? "Chocolate milk? You called me because you want some chocolate milk?" Cheyenne says strolling to the dairy isle anyways.
"Yes darlin', you have shit in here to drink and why don't you pick up some honey buns too," Jax tells her and she can hear him shuffling around in the kitchen.
"What the hell is wrong with you? You have the munchies or something?" Cheyenne questions.
"No, I'm hungry. Plus you should have some extra money from the expensive ass burner I know you are going to buy."
"You are such an asshole," she tells him. "What is Abel doing?"
Jax laughs before he answers, "Playing in that baby mover thing."
"His walker?" Cheyenne clarifies amusement clear in her voice.
"Yeah, isn't he too young to even walk?"
"He is about to be six months Jax. It also helps him to stand up and plus he can never start too early to walk, but you need anything else Prince Charming?"
She hears Jax snort before answering, "No, I don't Your Majesty, just hurry up your boys miss you."
Cheyenne quickly buys Jax's requested items. She is pushing the cart out of the store when out of nowhere another cart collides with hers.
"Oh, ma'am, I'm sorry. Forgive me."
Cheyenne is slightly irritated but hides it. "It's fine. Thank goodness I didn't have any eggs." She says in a lame attempt at the joke.
The man laughs and Cheyenne finds it odd that he is wearing a suit to go grocery shopping. Also with the fact he is bringing the cart all the way back into the store when he could have left it outside. "My name's Ethan Zobelle. I own Impeccable Smokes."
Cheyenne looks at the man's extended hand and hesitantly shakes it.
"Cheyenne."
She watches Zobelle's eyes widened. "Cheyenne Teller?"
"No, Henderson. I'm not married."
"My apologies. I'm sorry to hear about Gemma Morrow though."
Cheyenne gets that weird prickly feeling in her gut that is telling her to run. But before she can excuse herself another man approaches with closed cropped hair and a tattoo at the base of his throat. "I'm sorry, but business calls." Ethan say and Cheyenne manages a small smile as she tries to figure out what just happened.
…
Like for the past month, Clay had woken up alone, confused, and angry. He growls in frustration as he can handle him and Jax being at odds. He knows this shit is deeper than father and son shit even if down to the bare bones of it all they are simply father and son. He can even handle Lip slowly pulling away from him. He can shoulder it like everything else he does. He can compartmentalize. He can even stomach and bury his guilt for Donna. He can manage to look Opie in the eye despite the truth and pull him closer. But what he cannot absolutely handle is his wife pulling away from him especially with all this other shit happening around him. When he could feel the club was heading into muddy waters. Hell, they were about to be heading into fucking trenches of their own shit they had dug and tried to bury.
And for the life of him he doesn't know why Gemma is pulling away. If anything, it all leads back to the car accident, but he can't fathom as to why a car accident would make her distant. Of all the shit and sins he has committed, she had stayed glued to his side. In fact, a car accident seems so trivial to make her unravel or whatever is causing her to seek solitude.
In all their years of marriage, he has never seen his wife like this even when she had lost her youngest, Thomas, she didn't seek isolation.
So he knows something is wrong. Quite frankly it bugs the shit out of him that his wife won't sit down and tell him. And he knows his wife is stubborn, but goddamn sometimes he wishes that his wife would let him take care of her for once.
He growls in frustration at his rebuffed advances of concern from his wife. He doesn't even feel a little bit bad in taking out on Clancy, the bird.
…
Cheyenne can't help the squeals and giggles that escaped her throat as she clutches into Jax as they made their way to the streams – just the two of them. It was an actual date.
When they arrived at their destination, Cheyenne jumps off his bike and removes her helmet fixing her hair.
"So I take it you missed being on my bike?" He asks.
Cheyenne smiles and nods her head. She walks in between his thighs and wraps her arms around his neck. "And I like having you between my thighs."
Jax growls deep in his throat causing her to laugh before it is swallowed by him giving her a kiss. Before Jax can deepen the kiss, Cheyenne pulls back and gives him a smile. "Come on, we can do that later."
The two quickly settled by a redwood tree for some shade. Cheyenne pulled out their blanket and setup their picnic. Jax is laying besides her as she eats some grapes when he leans up and an arm wraps around her stomach.
"Doesn't this bring back memories?" He asks her.
Cheyenne raises an eyebrow at him. "Of what?"
"Wahewa." He says.
"A little bit."
"If you ever think about what if you would've had Abel then?"
Cheyenne would have fallen over if Jax wasn't holding her at that question. Although Jax did point out their obvious reckless behavior that day that only foreshadowed the future. Besides, she had made sure she had bought Plan B as soon as they were back in town.
She shakes her head. "We would've been a mess." She tells him truthfully.
"Really?"
Cheyenne eyes him and she is shocked to find that he seems hurt by that statement.
"Jax, I would've been 19 and you would have been 23. Would you have really wanted to be saddled down with a kid? Could you see that for yourself at 23? You would've gotten bored or something."
She knows that for a fact. He would have gotten attention from the croweaters, which would piss her off. On top of the infidelity, she probably would have resented him from getting pregnant and putting all her hopes and dreams on hold. It would have created resentment and their relationship.
"The women…they're just nameless faces. They never mean anything."
Cheyenne raises an eyebrow at that. "That's comforting to know."
His arm tightens around her. "You know if we did, we would probably have a litter of kids by now."
"So this is your way of saying you want more kids?"
"Don't you?" He counters.
Cheyenne twists her body so that she easily settles in Jax's lap. Straddling him, she looks down at the blonde biker and really tries to figure out how in the hell they got to this point. How she and Jax were able to get this wrapped up with each other. They have a child together and he wants more.
"More kids…it is a serious commitment." She says. She and Jax were already bonded for life through Abel, but more kids to her made everything more serious between them.
Jax sits up bringing them chest to chest. His nose bumps against hers affectionately. Her arms go around his neck.
"You know this isn't just playing house." Jax tells her.
Cheyenne nods her head as her fingers twirl the ends of his hair. "I love you."
Jax flashes a smile that shows all his teeth. "I love you too."
Jax catches her lips in a searing kiss as his hands grip her hips and he flips them over. She's laying on her back as her settles in between her thighs.
Jax's kiss leaves her breathless as he moves to her jaw and down her throat.
"No marks." She scolds.
She's rewarded with a teasing bite to her shoulder before she feels his fingers itching up her shirt. His fingers trail the lace of her bralette. He begins to pull the thin lace down when his phone begins going off.
She can't help the annoyed sigh that escapes her throat. She reaches into the pocket of his pants already knowing who it is.
"Porn hotline."
Jax gives her an apologetic look as he answers it. Jax moves off her as she goes and fixes her shirt. She goes back to grab a grape, but Jax's irritated tone and posture makes her curious as to what the hell happened now.
Jax slams his phone closed with a frown on his face.
"Everything okay?"
His irritated face answers her question. "I'm sorry. I'll take you home."
Cheyenne shakes her head as she places a light kiss to his lips. "Take me and then maybe we can finish what we started."
…
Despite Jax promising the melt down at Cara Cara was only going to be five minutes, it ended up being more than five minutes. Not only that, but Cheyenne watched as some random porn star, who was pushing up on Jax, remind her of her place, Gemma and Clay had a very intimate public dispute in the parking lot.
Jax pulls in the driveway to drop her off at home. Considering that there was not some club business that took precedent, she finds that it's best to relieve Neeta and spend time with their son.
"Babe, I'm sorry." Jax says as he turns off his bike for the moment to talk.
"It's okay." She tells him. She knows being with him and being his old lady means making some sacrifices. She can suck it up and put her big girl panties on.
Jax grabs her arm and pulls her into him.
She was going to allow him to kiss her, but she gets a flash of that skinny blonde porn star and his arm draped across her shoulder. She puts a finger to his lips. He looks at her confused. "Why were you talking to that girl?"
A resigned look comes over his face, "Babe –"
"No, Jax," she says interrupting him. She isn't about to be coddled especially when he knows her feelings on him and other women. "I really don't appreciate that she thinks she has a claim on you."
"Luann said she had a thing for me. She thought Georgie was following her and Luann was worried about her walls drying or some shit. She needed some reassurance."
Cheyenne wrinkles her nose. "Isn't that what lube is for?"
"Chey –"
"I told you how I felt about this Jax." And barely two hours ago, he had told her basically other women didn't mean shit and this wasn't all for shits and giggles.
"Hey, I know. But seriously babe you don't have to worry." Jax says pressing a kiss to her lips trying to wipe the pissed look off her face, but he had no avail.
Cheyenne allows him to kiss her, but she pulls back with pure fire in her eyes. "If I see her talking to you Jax, you both aren't going to like it."
She doesn't allow him to respond as she heads for the front door.
…
Cheyenne has just put Abel down for bed when Gemma comes through the door. "Hey, Gem."
"Hey, baby, he already asleep?" She asks as she places her purse down on the side table.
"Yeah," Cheyenne says as she takes a seat on her couch with Gemma following. She can tell after the episode with Clay, Gemma still isn't coping well with what happened. Not like there is going to be a miraculous recovery, but the obvious repressing Gemma is trying to do is backfiring. Cheyenne admires Gemma's strength, but she wishes Gemma knew that being strong didn't mean shouldering everything alone.
"You okay, Gem?"
Gemma lights a cigarette. "I haven't had sex since it happened."
"Make sense. You're still healing." Cheyenne explains.
"Pussy's not the problem. It's my head." Gemma reveals.
"You need time." Cheyenne says gently.
"I need something." Gemma mutters.
"Where's Clay with all this?" Cheyenne probes.
"Did you miss the car show earlier?" Gemma asks sardonically. "He hates me."
"That's not true." Cheyenne counters. She knows Clay thinks Gemma hung the moon. It was obvious Gemma was very much in love with his wife. He was just confused as to why he doesn't know what's going on with her.
"You know he gave Miss Double Penetration a ride today." Gemma says purposefully ratting out her son and to change the topic of conversation. She's over thinking about Zobelle and his men. She's tired of them even having space to occupy. But she can admit just saying these few words to Cheyenne have made her feel slightly better. It's nice to talk to someone who knows what is going on and not once has Cheyenne showed her pity.
But even Gemma has her limits with emotional powwows. She watches with a smirk as Cheyenne freezes at that bit of news.
"No he didn't."
Gemma smiles openly at the flash of anger that came across Cheyenne's grey eyes. "You should head over to the warehouse. There is a party. All those girls will be there. You gotta educate. Set the bitch straight. I'll watch Abel."
…
Jax grabs a beer for himself and Opie and takes a seat in one of the studio chairs that are stationed throughout the studio. With everything that has been going on, he rarely had a chance to actually sit down and talk to his best friend. Lip had angrily informed him of the Dirty Harry scene that happened during the Niners exchange. Lip with his bloody lip had even made mention of their best friend needed to be on a suicide watch. Jax was certainly worried about where his brother's head was at especially since he got to witness Opie's death wish at the meth house. After all, being here at a porn studio is something Opie never would have gone to if Donna was still alive.
"Heard you went a little cowboy at that Mayan thing a few weeks ago," Jax starts, testing the waters a bit to gauge his friend's reaction, "The thing today with the explosives – "
"I don't have a death wish, man." Opie interrupts.
"You got something going on." Jax counters.
Opie takes a sip of his beer, "I've got the club. Just throwing myself into it."
"You got kids, Ope."
"You got a family – a kid too. You're in the same club I am and taking the same risks."
Jax scrubs a hand down his face. "I know I can't understand what you are going through Opie, but just don't throw yourself too far. By the way, the longer you keep avoiding Cheyenne the harsher her bite is going to be." He adds. He knows that Opie had been ducking her calls.
Opie doesn't say anything. Jax doesn't really expect him too.
Jax goes back to watching the debauchery in front of him and his thoughts immediately drift to Cheyenne. It's weird to think before her he had been content with this lot in his life. He had enjoyed the life of a bachelor and probably would've been quick to brag about banging a porn star. Now none of this shit really appeals to him anymore. He is thinking about probably heading out sooner than later. He knows he knows he needs to make up his and Cheyenne's botched date when Opie nudges him.
Jax almost spills his beer all over himself as he catches Cheyenne face to face with Ima. "Shit."
He ignores Opie's laughter as he watches Cheyenne walk away from Ima. He is surprised she didn't slap the girl as he follows her to the bathroom.
He can tell Cheyenne is irritated, but he takes his time to admire the change in outfit from earlier in the day. It's short denim shorts paired with a white lace up cropped long sleeve shirt. It's definitely a more proactive outfit.
He catches her eye in the mirror as he enters the bathroom fully and shuts the door. "Technically, I wasn't talking to her."
Cheyenne rolls her eyes as she turns to face him. She folds her arms across her chest. "But you gave that bitch a ride."
Jax knows his mom ratted him out for sure. He steps towards her cautiously. "Don't let them get to."
Cheyenne scowls. "You're an asshole."
"Chey, I told you it's just business. They –"
Jax isn't prepared for Cheyenne to slap him before she pushes him against the wall. He goes from confused, to maybe slightly scared, before turned on as she rips his shirt open.
A lecherous grin takes over his lips as he quickly takes control of the situation. He brings her back to the counter that he places her on. He wrangles her out of her shorts and panties and he does even bother with her shirt as his jeans drop to his ankle.
He presses open mouthed kisses along her neck as he pumps into her unbridled.
And he was too far gone to notice when the volume in the room increases slightly. He doesn't realize there is an interloper in the room. And definitely doesn't notice that conquering grin that Cheyenne flashes to Ima before she brings him into a kiss.