{{A/N: this chapter is only in Jax's pov. Hopefully this time it will upload properly.}}
*Jax*
I arrived home around 3:30 pm with a smile planted on my face. I knew Andy and Abel were in there, waiting for me.
Cutting the engine on my bike and tucking the keys in the inner pocket of my kutte, I dismounted my bike as I removed my helmet to hang it on a handlebar before making my way to the front door.
"Honey, I'm home," I joyously shouted, stepping through the door to quickly remove my kutte and gun. Hanging them on the coat rack to my right, I kicked the door shut and sauntered into the kitchen where my eyes landed on Andy, and my smile instantly fell. Anger was written all over her tear-stricken face, she was sitting at the table with her arms and legs crossed. I noted her left leg, the one on the floor, was violently bouncing.
"Andy?" I cautiously asked as I inched closer to the table. She glared up at me with so much anger that I froze in place once she glared at me. "Andy?" I asked after her face scrunched up in disgust.
Taking a seat opposite her at the table, I met her gaze again. "What's wrong?" I prodded as Andy wordlessly slid her phone, which was laying in front of her, towards me. Oh, shit, I forgot to text her back last night. Does she think I cheated?
Andy rested her arms on the table as she leaned in, and I swallowed the nervousness that had unknowingly formed in my throat. Her eyes narrowed and her nostrils flared between each angry breath she took.
"You left me an intriguing voicemail last night." She said, vehemently, as her left fist connected violently with the table, sending the salt and pepper shakers in the center toppling over. Wincing, I push myself deeper in my chair out of shock from her outburst. "You're a fuckin' liar, that's what's wrong," she fumed, jutting a finger in my direction while hoisting herself from her chair, sending it clattering to the floor with a loud bang.
My jaw clenched and my hands gripped the arms of my chair as I took a deep calming breath to rid myself of the creeping anger. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Andy?" I asked through gritted teeth.
Andy violently pointed her index finger to her phone, "Go ahead, Jackson," she planted her hands on her hips, "take a listen to the fucking voicemail."
Throwing my hands up in surrender, I stared at the table. "Alright, goddamn," I breathed out, leaning forward and grabbing her phone.
Opening the voicemails, I clicked on mine, then lifted the phone to my ear as the recording began. It was the conversation - and idle threats - between Clay and I about the truth behind Donna's death. My eyes grew wide out of shock, and I nearly dropped her phone as my hands began sweating profusely. No, no, no, this can't be happening. How I wished she had caught me cheating, the consequences would've been more tolerable.
Not wanting to hear anymore, I sat the phone down and lifted myself from the chair, positioning myself in front of Andy. "Listen," I swallowed hard, terrified of what was to come because I was scared shitless. I have never seen her so angry and full of hate. "I-I can explain-'' Before I could plead my case, her fist connected with my jaw.
She punched me with such force, it sent my head snapping to the side, blurred my vision and caused tears to invade my eyes. And I must have bit my tongue in the process because the taste of copper filled my mouth.
Shaking myself out of the stupor, I snapped my head back on her and raised my hands in surrender. Taking a sharp intake of breath, I met her piercing blue eyes. " Okay," I take a hesitant step forward, arms still raised. "I deserved that," I breathed out as I swiped the back of my hand across my mouth. When I pulled it back to see blood, I knew I would have a bruised, swollen lip.
Andy shook her head, throwing her hands in the air, dismissing my words. "You don't need to explain anything to me, explain it to Opie, your 'brother'. Explain to him why you lied about who killed her," before I could process what was going on, I felt her fist connect with my nose. Taken by surprise, I staggered backward and my back slammed against the wall.
Out of instinct, I raised my arms to my face, blocking any more punches. And when the next hit didn't come, I let my arms fall to my sides. Taking another deep, calming breath, I focused my eyes on Andy. She was faced away from me, leaning on the counter by the sink, quietly bawling her eyes out. I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces as tears welled in my own eyes.
Not caring about getting my ass beat again, or the fact my nose was gushing blood, I went to her and brought her sobbing form against my chest. "I'm so so so sorry, Andy, I never meant for you to find out this way. I was going to tell you about it as soon as I came home because I couldn't take the constant guilt. I hated keeping it from you, it was breaking me." I confessed to her while lifting her in my arms bridal style, taking us into the living room. Where I sat us on the couch, so I could comfort her better.
"I told you, I told you Clay and Tig were acting suspiciously. I told you I had a bad feeling, to keep an eye on them." Andy shouted into my chest, through sobs, "you said everything was fine and I believed you."
Regret and sorrow filled my entire being as I pulled her closer into my chest, burying my face in her hair. "Andy, I'm so sorry," I whispered. My body shook violently as I began sobbing along with her. "Please, hear me out, baby?"
She pulled away from me, looking me in the eye. "Why haven't you told Opie? Why haven't you told the club? Why haven't you killed Clay and Tig? Why did you let him kill an innocent man for retribution instead?" She questioned, wiping the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand.
Taking a deep, shaking breath, I wiped the tears from my eyes and cleared my throat. "At first we didn't have enough proof it was Clay and Tig; only suspicion. If we told Opie, we wouldn't have enough time to bring it to the table for a vote. He would straight up kill them both and go to jail for life, if he got caught, or meet Mr. Mayhem; his kids would be orphans." I took a moment to recollect my bearings as I ran my hand over my face. "Not to mention, if we told the club, Clay and Tig would meet Mr. Mayhem, and our deal with the I.R.A. goes south; the Irish only deal with Clay. If he dies, we would owe them a shit ton of money that we don't have. They would kill us and our families to get their money back." I stop for a moment, "I'm not taking the risk of losing you, Abel, Opie, or everyone else I love, Andy."
"Please, understand." I begged, grasping her delicate hands in mine. "We're protecting Opie. You saw how he acted after he killed that guy, he became reckless. He still is," I reasoned before lifting her right hand to my lips, placing a tender kiss to her bloody knuckles. "If he found out it was Clay and Tig, we would lose him completely." I let my head fall against her shoulder.
"What do you mean by we?" She scrutinized, her voice shaky. I lean my head back, meeting her tearful eyes.
"The only ones I'm aware of that know are me, Piney, Hale, and now you," I told her before averting my gaze to my lap. "And the man Opie killed was far from innocent," I added, resting my head on the back of the couch.
Andy lifted herself from my lap, and yanked her hands from mine as if I stung her. She retreated to the opposite side of the living room, facing away from me, and I watched - for what seemed like years - as she stared at the blank wall.
Shifting forward on the couch, I rested my elbows on my shaking knees and ran my fingers through my hair, "Andy, please say something?" I was desperate to hear her voice, desperate to know if we could come back from this.
I watched her hands clenched into fists, taking a deep breath, she unclenched them. Another excruciating moment of silence passes before her shoulders slouch, and she faces me. "I think you," she took a deep breath as a tear slid down her cheek, she met my sorrow filled gaze.
"Andy..." My voice faltered when she held a hand up to silence me.
"I think you should stay at the clubhouse tonight. I need some time to think." She breathed out before sprinting from the living room and down the hall to our bedroom. I lifted myself off the couch, running after her, but I was too late, and she closed the door in my face, locking it behind her.
The sound of Abel crying from his room pulled me back to reality. "You can spend some time with him before you go, he hasn't seen you all that much." She said quietly.
I place my forehead against the cool door and place a hand to the wood. "Andy, don't shut me out, talk to me." I spoke calmly. A defeated breath escaped my lips as Abel's cries grew louder. Pushing myself off the door, I turned away and headed to my son's room.
I removed him from his crib and cradled him in my arms. "Hey, buddy," I solemnly whispered with a wistful smile. "I missed you." I told him as I lay him on the changing table to place a tender kiss on the soft spot on his head, before changing his wet diaper. "Nice and clean," I muttered once I redressed him and couldn't resist the urge to tickle his chubby thigh. When he giggled up at me with happiness twinkling behind his blue eyes, I smiled humorously.
I brought him into my arms and made my way to the kitchen. Holding him close, I fixed him a bottle, and once his sights set on that bottle, his eyes lit up and a toothless grin formed on his face. I chuckled to myself as I placed the nipple in his mouth. "At least I can make someone happy," I whispered to myself, and tears began to fall from my eyes.
I headed back to Abel's nursery and eased down into the rocking chair, and gently started rocking us back and forth. I marveled at my healthy, perfect son in my arms. "You are a miracle, son, you know that?" I smiled down at him, soaking in every minute before having to leave.
"I'm sorry if mommy and daddy's arguing woke you. We're just goi-," I froze mid-sentence and my eyes grew wide in realization at how natural and true it sounded to call Andy his mother. I smiled brightly as my eyebrows rose in curiosity. "Hey, how lucky are we to have Andy as your mom, buddy? I say we struck gold in that department, don't you agree?" I asked Abel, who had just closed his eyes, indicating he had gone to sleep. I rest my head against the rocking chair, smiling wide. "Yeah, we sure got lucky," I mumbled, knowing we did get lucky when she stepped up and took on the mother role without even realizing it.
She was there at the hospital each and every morning and evening, keeping him company. Andy was the only mother he would know. She never gave up on him the way I did. I chuckled, remembering the first time Andy actually yelled at me. The first few days Abel was in the hospital, in the toaster fighting for his life. I thought he was a lost cause and was giving up. She basically told me to pull my head out my ass and be a father and love him, because he needed all the support and love he could get.
That was the day I fell for her. That was the day I knew she was going to be mine. I know I needed to fix this for us, so we can be a family.
I slowly pushed myself from the rocking chair and lay Abel in his crib, pulling the bottle from his mouth ever-so-gently while covering him up. I exited his nursery, and quietly pulled the door closed behind me.
Coming to terms that the sooner I get out of this house and give her space, the better. So, stepping in front of mine and Andy's bedroom door, I lightly tapped my knuckles against it and hesitantly said, "I'm going to the clubhouse now like you asked," I paused when my voice cracked, "but you can call me if you need anything, baby. I just fed Abel and now he's sleeping, so he should be fine for a while." I waited to see if she would respond, and when she didn't, I reluctantly said my final piece. "We'll talk tomorrow. I love you, Andrea." I said before turning on my heels, and forced myself to walk away as a sob ripped from my throat.
Quickly recovering, I gathered my things and walked out the door.
When I left the house, I found myself sitting 30 miles outside Charming at the lookout point Opie and I discovered as teens - only before we became prospects. We had just got our bikes, so we decided to spend our entire summer exploring Northern Cali. Those were much simpler times, and this place brought back fond memories. Time always seemed like it came to a screeching halt here, and since there was no one around to interrupt me while I was deep in thought, I decided to stop. I knew it was the perfect place to clear my mind.
One: I had to fix things between Andy and me if I wanted us to work out as a proper family; she was everything I had ever dreamed of plus more. She was the one, and I'll be damned if I lost her.
Two: I needed to get my ducks in a row if I wanted to take over the club and steer us in the right direction, the direction my father wanted to go. It was the best shot at fixing the shit show Clay created. And to do that, I needed both Andy and Opie's help.
I reached in my pocket, pulling my pack of cigarettes out, frowning when I opened the pack to observe it's empty. Debating if I should or shouldn't leave to feed my addiction, I stood. Needless to say, my addiction won, so I hopped on my bike and headed towards Charming.
Once I pulled into my usual gas station, I looked down at the gas gauge and noticed I needed gas as well, so I filled my tank before going in. Upon entering, I noticed Louise was working. She's a nice, harmless girl with a schoolgirl crush, so every time I come in she flirts with me. I waved at her before moving to a cooler, opening the door and grabbing a drink. Shutting the cooler door, I take a few paces, then turn down the candy aisle, grabbing a candy bar. When I'm done, I make my way to the front of the store, and just as I'm nearing the register, I turn on my heels and hurry over to grab a box of condoms on impulse. I needed to stock up for when - if I get shit sorted with Andy because the Lord knows we were going to have some marathon sex.
I throw Louise a smirk when I finally make it to the register and put my things on the counter, "Gas and a pack of smokes, too." She nods and turns to get them.
"I still don't know why you don't just buy them in bulk." She says, motioning to the condoms once she faced me, it wasn't the first time she'd mentioned it, so I just shrugged at her as I paid for my items before grabbing them and pushing through the door, stepping outside. I chug my drink before I get to my bike, so I toss the empty bottle in the trash can, by the pumps, throw the candy bar and the condoms in my saddlebag, then proceed to mount my bike. Once I fastened my helmet on my head and started my bike, I peeled out of the gas station and onto the highway towards Charming.
Riding down well-known streets, past olden hangouts and places where Ope and I used to cause trouble, sent a strong feeling of nostalgia through my body as I pictured the memories playing in my mind. I glanced at the time on the clock next to the speedometer, noting it was only a few minutes past midnight. I dreaded having to go to the clubhouse tonight. We just got back from a run, so chances were high that the guys would still be around. Hopefully, at this hour, they're too drunk, high, or too distracted by pussy to notice me sneaking in. It doesn't take long until I'm pulling into my spot on the lot and making my way into the clubhouse, with a heavy feeling in my chest that for the first time since Andy moved in; we're in the same town but not the same bed. As soon as the door slammed behind me, everyone's eyes were on me.
Not feeling friendly, I began pushing my way through the crowd towards the dorms when a hand gripped my shoulder, followed by Chibs' thick Scottish accent, "Holy shite, Jackie Boy, what happened to yer face?" He asked me in utter shock. Saying nothing, I throw my head to the side, glaring at him as anger builds. I yanked my shoulder out of his grasp and trudged to my dorm speedily.
Slamming and locking the door behind me, I was just about to grab my father's manuscript from the chest at the end of my bed, then changed my mind, preferring to write in my manuscript to Abel instead, so that's what I did. Retrieving my notebook from under the mattress, I plopped down on the bed and grabbed a pen from the drawer of my nightstand. Flipping the notebook open to a blank page, then let my thoughts fly:
Something happens at around 92 miles an hour. Thunder-headers drown out all sound. Engine vibration travels at a heart's rate. The field of vision funnels into the immediate. And suddenly you're not on the road, you're in it. A part of it. Traffic, scenery, cops, just cardboard cutouts blowing over as you pass. Sometimes I forget the rush of that. That's why I love long runs and rides with no true destination. All your problems, all the noise gone. Nothing else to worry about, except what's right in front of you. Maybe that's the lesson for me today: To hold on to these simple moments...appreciate them a little more. There's not many of them left for me if things continue down the path they are now, but I hope that soon I can change that not only for me, but for you. I don't ever want this for you, a life of continuous bad moments. Finding things that make you happy shouldn't be so hard. I know you'll face pain, suffering, hard choices...but you can't let the weight of it choke the joy out of your life. No matter what, you have to find the things that love you. Run to them.
There's an old saying: That which doesn't kill you makes you stronger. I don't believe that. I think the things that try to kill you make you angry and sad. Strength comes from the good things, your family, your friends...the satisfaction of hard work. Those are the things that will keep you whole. Those are the things to hold onto when you're broken. I'm sure you know who Andy is. She's the good I need to run to, the happiness I need to hold onto. I'm sure she's still in your life in what capacity I don't know. But, Son, what I want you to know is how important it is to always tell the truth to the woman you love. Because then you work on things together and you grow as one, not apart.
Secrets will break you just as they will kill your relationship, and as I'm writing this to you, I realize that I need to talk to Andy about full disclosure and what that entails, so we can continue to grow together and make the best out of what life we have left. One day I hope you find a love like I found with Andy; someone you'd do anything for without going through what I am daily. I'm not a good man, Abel, I've done terrible things. But, Andy would tell you I'm a good man that's been made to do bad things because they were out of my control. I hope she's right, because deep down I worry I've turned evil. And I promise- even if it's the last thing I do-, I vow to pave a better future for you; one without guns and constant conflict, one where you aren't looking over your shoulder all the time, one where the club is back to being about brotherhood and having something to be proud of again.
The sound of my phone going off brought me back to reality. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, I took note it was now three in the morning. Who could be calling me at this hour? I throw my pen down, reach into my pocket, and pull out my phone to realize that it was Andy calling me. I instantly answered. "Andy?" I nervously say into the phone.
Andy cleared her throat, followed by sniffles, before she finally spoke, her voice hoarse. "I'm ready to talk. Abel is at your mom's, so if we start screaming at each other, we won't have to worry about waking him."
"I'm on my way." I said before hanging up to rush out of the clubhouse, climb on my bike and speed from the parking lot.
- One hour later -
Andy sat cross-legged on our couch as I sat opposite her in my recliner. Taking in her appearance, my heart broke; her hair a jumbled mess atop her head, eyes puffy and red from crying, cheeks flushed from exhaustion, and she was ashen. She wore her oversized SAMCRO hoodie and gray sweatpants.
Ever since I sat in the living room an hour ago, we have said nothing. The room was filled with tension as both of us were searching for the right words to say.
"Chibs texted me a few hours ago," Andy spoke softly, breaking the silence. "He told me you locked yourself in your dorm?"
My eyes snapped to hers as I nodded my head in answer, not able to trust my voice. "Jax," she let out a harsh breath as she unfolded her legs, resting her feet on the carpet. "Why didn't you just tell me as soon as it happened?" She insisted, her voice cracking ever so slightly.
Leaning forward, I propped my elbows on my knees and clasped my hands together. "Andy, I didn't know how to tell you. We didn't have enough proof until recently,"
Her lips began to quiver, and tears brimmed her eyes. "We could've found proof together, we're supposed to be a team," she says, her voice below a whisper.
Moving over next to her on the couch, I pull her to me. "We are a team, baby," I assure her, "but we haven't discussed full disclosure yet, and I think it's time we do that."
Andy shifts nervously in my arms. "Full disclosure?"
Removing her from my grasp and placing her in the empty cushion on the couch, I positioned myself to where I was facing her. "Full disclosure is the complete truth, good or bad, all our secrets are out on the table." Extending my hands outwards for emphasis while maintaining eye contact. "We both have to be completely honest from here on out if we want this to work." Andy shifted in her spot, crisscrossing her legs underneath her, before dropping her hands in her lap. "You'll know everything about the club from here on out. Okay?"
With a nod, she met my gaze. "Okay."
Raking my fingers through my hair, I drew in a deep breath before continuing, "I'll have to tell the club about the full disclosure... you'll know actual facts rather than speculation. When you know more of the truth, you may accidentally tell tiny bits without thinking it through properly. Any piece of information that's true, no matter how insignificant you think, could send Stahl digging around; she could use RICO to screw us over. So you need to be very careful what you say, because there isn't room for error - one slip up could send us all to prison. And since the club would know we have full disclosure, they'd consider you a rat and you could get hurt. Understand?"
"I understand," she whispers as a worrisome expression clouds her face. "Jax?"
"Yes, babe?"
"What we discuss stays between us, right?" She questioned, shifting nervously in her seat, focusing her gaze on the floor. "Like, I know you gotta tell the club about the full disclosure, but they won't know what we talk about, right?"
"Yes, whatever we discuss stays between us." The color drained from Andy's face, and her lower lip trembled. "Andy, what's wrong?" I ask, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"There's something you need to know about Gemma," she whispered as her blue eyes snapped to mine with fear and regret. "I can't tell you the details because it's not my story to tell..." she trailed off, nervously toying with a lock of hair.
Nudging her lightly as worry began to work its way through my body, I pulled her closer. "Andy, I promise, I won't get mad and I won't say anything."
"I should have told you this a long time ago," she let out a sharp breath, shifting in her spot. "Okay, the night she 'wrecked', that wasn't the truth. A gray van pulled up behind her. A blonde haired woman got out, screaming that her kid was choking. Gemma went to help and got knocked out. Something happened to her that night, and Unser got her and I made it look like she wrecked." She stopped to catch her breath as tears pooled in her eyes. "I'm not saying what happened in detail, but it was unpleasant, Jax. I swore I wouldn't tell anyone, so you have to let her come to you." She faced me with pleading eyes. "I felt so dirty when she told me that I wanted to die."
My whole body stiffened with anger, and my hands clenched into fists, realizing they had lied to me this entire time. Forcing the anger down and unclenching my fists, I took a deep, shaky breath to calm myself. What right did I have in getting mad? I lied about worse shit than her, and I couldn't get mad she was respecting my mother. Slouching my shoulders, I leaned back into the couch, pinching the bridge of my nose.
"Who did it?" I ask, turning my head to look at her.
She shrugged her shoulders, "We don't know, and Gemma didn't say much tonight, just picked Abel up and left because she had to go cook dinner. But, Jax," Andy placed her right hand on my thigh, "The same van that stopped her, was the same van that ran me off the road," she added, with fear and sadness in her eyes, shivering as if she relived the night all over again. I instinctively pulled her into my lap.
Surprising enough, she didn't fight it and rested her head on the nape of my neck. "I won't say anything, you have my word." I promised her, and we sat in silence for a few moments before I spoke up. "Do you have anything you want to ask me?"
Andy shifted in my lap to where she was facing me. "What was in the yellow envelope Piney gave you the day of Donna's funeral?"
My eyebrows arched in surprise, "You saw that?" She nods in response, then purses her lips, ushering me to continue. "It's my dad's Manuscript, he wrote it shortly after my little brother, Thomas, died. It's called 'The Life and Death of Sam Crow.' It's John's regrets about what SAMCRO had become, and what his original idea for the club was and how it went wrong. Piney wanted me to have it, so I could follow in my old man's footsteps, steer the club away from guns. I had the original copy, but," I jerked my thumb towards the laundry room, "it's somewhere in the mess of boxes in the garage."
"Can I read it?"
"Of course," my hands moved to her waist. "I'll look for it tomorrow when I clean the garage, and if I don't have any luck, I'll grab the one from the clubhouse." I told her with a shrug.
"Okay," she says, pondering on what to say next. "I forgot to mention, I bumped into Stahl at the grocery store," she bit her lip nervously.
I threw my head back into the couch, groaning. "Oh god, what happened?"
"Well, it was like 5 am, Abel needed formula, so I had to take him with me and you know how I am in the mornings anyway. I couldn't find the formula at first, so I was cussing to myself about the store and didn't realize she was there. Well, long story short she said I was an unfit mother due to my mother's drug overdose/death. And that I probably won't be around for Abel when he is older because I'm around criminals. She said it's only a matter of time before I end up in prison, dead...or just like my mother. I told her she didn't have the right to throw my mother's past in my face and that I needed to get home and feed my kid before he screamed the plac-" she trailed off and her eyes grew wide. "I-I didn't mean to say my kid... I was jus-."
Crashing my lips to hers, completely and utterly thrilled she claimed Abel as her own. I would talk to Stahl later, but now I needed to make things right. "He is your kid," I say when we break apart, cupping her face between my hands, making her look at me. "He has been your kid since the moment he was born, babe. I want you to legally be his mother." I clarified. "I can talk to Rosen as soon as possible about getting the paperwork."
Tears start trickling down her face as a smile forms on her lips. "Really?" Nodding my head, I flash her a megawatt smile.
Before I could say anything, Andy had shoved me down on the couch and crawled on top of me. Her legs were on either side of my hips, straddling them as her lips found mine. She moved her hands to the buttons on my shirt and began undoing them as fast as her small, nimble hands could. Wrapping my arms around her waist, once she had them all undone, I sat up and removed us from the couch. Her legs circled around my hips as I made my way down the hall to our bedroom.
I turned into our room and placed her back against the wall with the need to have her taut body pressed against mine, to feel her firm, full breasts against my chest, to feel her warm skin under my hands came over me. Along with the need to touch, be touched, to take and give, overwhelming me. Before I could get my hands on her skin, she moved her hands up to my shoulders and started vigorously pulling my shirt down my arms. It got stuck part way down my arms as I was using them to hold her up, but she didn't stop tugging, so using my pelvis I pinned her to the wall to free up my hands, so I could remove the shirt. Once it was off, it dropped to the floor, I tugged at her hoodie, pushing it up just enough to slide my hands under it. Closing my hands around her waist, her skin soft and silky to the touch, searching for the curve of her waist, the arch of her ribs. I tightened my grip on her, pulling her closer as her mouth moved beneath mine, nibbling and sucking. I was met with unreserved passion as my tongue slid between her lips, tasting her. It felt like I had gone years without her touch, when it was only hours.
I moved to the foot of our bed where I gently sat Andy down, breaking our kiss as I tugged her hoodie off and threw it across the room. Leaning down, I placed a chaste kiss to her rosy red lips, before hooking my fingers between the hem of her sweatpants and her hips, pulling them off. She lay back on the mattress, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. I took a moment to eye her naked body, basking in the sight. She is beautiful, her body is beautiful, and everything about her is beautiful. "You're so beautiful, Andrea," I muttered, gazing down into her icy blue eyes, recognizing love and lust swirling within them.
Undoing my belt buckle, I pull it out of the loops before dropping it to the floor, and rushing to open the button and unzip my fly. Pulling my jeans and boxers off together, then ripping my socks off, all while keeping intense eye contact with Andy. I put my left knee up onto the bed and moved slightly up the mattress to position myself between her ankles. "C'mon Jax, I want you so bad," she was breathless and her voice borderline whiny, but I wasn't going to rush this.
We survived our first major fight, and I was just coming back from a run. Any other run, and I'd be fucking her into next week, but this was different. I wanted to take my time, reunite myself with her body, but also relish the first time being intimate with her after getting everything out in the open, not only deciding on full disclosure, but also asking her to officially be Abel's mom.
Ignoring her plea, I parted her legs and started trailing wet kisses up her left leg. When I reached the middle of her thigh, I sucked on the skin, causing her to moan out. After I had made a small mark, I continued my journey up towards her pussy. The closer I got, the more she panted, the short, sharp breaths shaking her body.
Her scent was strong and I could see just how ready she was because she was dripping wet, but no matter how good she looked and smelt, I skipped over her pussy and made my descent down her right leg. Again, trailing wet kisses all the way down to her ankle, making sure to leave a matching mark on this thigh, so when she wears her shorts, the guys and anyone can see that she's taken.
"I thought you wanted to fuck me?" She asked, writhing on the bed trying to get some friction, as I slowly moved back up the bed. I decided to give her something even if it's only slight.
"Oh baby, just you wait, this is gonna be so much better." I whispered in her ear before kissing just under it, sucking to leave another hickey.
Shuffling back down so my face was level with her pussy, I threw her legs over my shoulders gazing up at her, sending her a quick smirk before I licked slowly from the entrance up to her clit, her hands finding a quick purchase in my hair tugging on it when my tongue bumps her clit, her thighs squeezing around my head.
Flexing my tongue, I slowly circle her clit, causing her to shout out my name, "Jax!" Her hips move to get more friction, so I move my hands, splaying them across each side of her pelvis, using them to pin her to the mattress. "Stop moving," I growled out, the vibrations from my mouth being so close to her clit, causing her to moan out loudly. Gradually I increase my speed and the pressure of my tongue occasionally dipping back down to lap up her juices that are continuously flowing out of her.
Moving one arm across her hips to keep her pinned down, I move the other between her legs and slowly push my middle finger into her core, curling it up to hit that spot I have mapped out the exact location of. Moving my finger at the same pace as my mouth, I don't give her much chance to get used to the intrusion before adding a second finger in alongside the first. Stretching her out a little bit, it's amazing how much she's tightened up after but a few days without my cock, and as much as I'm enjoying dragging this out to a point I'm sure she'd call torture. I don't actually want to hurt her and not to be cocky, but it's possible with my size to do just that if she's not stretched out enough.
"Oh Jax, you feel so fuckin' good," Andy's fingers have wound into my hair tightly and continues to pull on it every time she moans. The combination of both causing my dick to throb, I grind into the bed every now and again, striving to give myself some relief.
The moans falling from Andy's mouth continue to get louder and higher-pitched, "Don't stop baby, please don't fuckin' stop, I'm so close." I advance my speed and pressure once again to the pace I know will send her flying into ecstasy.
"Cum for me Andrea," It doesn't take much longer after my demand before Andy is quite literally screaming out incoherent words and sounds as the white-hot pleasure takes over her body. I continue my action to drag out her pleasure until she pushes my head away, "god Jax, get up here." Andy pants out completely spent from her orgasm.
Quickly, I kiss my way up her body once again, stopping briefly to give her tits some attention, sucking on her left nipple. I tug on the piercing, mimicking my actions with my hand on the other side. Moving my rock hard cock to her entrance, sliding it up to nudge the engorged head against her swollen clit a few times. Listening to her mewl and whine in desperation for me, and not Jax, the VP of SAMCRO hits differently. It solidifies the fact that Andy loves me for who I am, and shows me that I couldn't have chosen a more perfect ol' lady.
Kissing her lips hard, I mumble, "I got ya baby," moving my cock back down to her entrance and slowly pushing the head in. I eased into Andy, her pussy tight around me after going without my cock for a few days. "Fuck, baby you're so tight," I growl into her neck, biting the skin, no doubt leaving a mark, I start thrusting slowly into her dripping core.
Andy brings her hands up to my shoulders, digging her nails into the skin. I'm sure leaving red crescent shaped marks as evidence of our makeup tryst. "I swear Jax, you better fuck me, I've missed you, I need you," she grunts, biting my ear lobe before purposefully squeezing her pussy around my dick and whispering, "and you're so hard, babe, feels so fuckin' good."
"Baby, I'm not rushin' tonight, but that doesn't mean you won't come so hard you see stars," I state before taking her hands and intertwining our fingers, using mine to pin hers down either side of her head. This is the position I need her in, but it's not letting me hit her g-spot. I quickly let go of her hands to grab a pillow, stuffing it under her hips to change the angle of them. Pinning her hands back down, I slightly increase my pace, making sure the head of my cock rubs against her g-spot with every thrust.
Moans are all that can be heard throughout the room, and I'm sure the whole house, making me glad that we have the house to ourselves. I let go of her left hand as I moved my right down to rub at her clit and intensify the speed of my thrusts. The feeling of her gushing around me makes me moan out, "Fuck Andy, so warm and wet...you're fuckin' perfect." My words have a definite effect on her as her walls tighten around my dick, squeezing it more with each thrust.
"You're close baby, I can feel it, come for me again," I increase the pressure on her clit slightly, keeping up my thrusts, making sure to keep my angle just right, hearing her call out, "I'm gonna cum, Jax!" before her pussy flutters around me and her eyes roll back in her head.
"Andy!" I call out as my balls contract and I finish inside of her, my head feeling fuzzy from the intensity of it. Momentarily, I collapsed down onto her, still making sure not to put too much of my body weight on her. "Fuck," I rasp out before rolling off of her and pulling her into my side. She snuggles her head into my neck, her leg laying across mine.
"You were right," Andy grumbles breathlessly.
"About what, baby?" I question, confused by her comment.
"I did come so hard I saw stars." She says into my neck. Andy will learn sooner or later, it doesn't matter the speed or position I fuck her in, she will always see stars.
Feeling completely and utterly comfortable with the woman in my arms, I couldn't help confessing, "You know, you're the first woman I've ever made love to."
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