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Chapter 519 Finally

Jax didn't remember his first time or the girl. He was almost sixteen and thought it was in the clubhouse in the storage room or in the apartment's closet with a crow-eater's daughter. He couldn't remember her face or much about the experience other than he wanted to do it again. They had started making out and it kept progressing. He had a condom all ready thanks to Gemma who had started buying him condoms when he turned fifteen. She had a motto "Accidents happen, babies are planned and STDs can be forever." He must have heard it more than a hundred times when he was a teen-ager.

Gemma put condoms in with his underwear. He started carrying a few and he gave some to Opie repeating Gemma's sex motto much to Opie's amusement. Gemma replenished his supply without saying a word. She seemed to make sure he always had ten, so he decided to have some fun playing mind games with her.

He started putting back condoms so there were more than ten. Even after all these years he chuckled imagining how confused she must have been when there were more than ten. And then he got a different brand of condoms to put in his drawer to really mess with her. Until this point, neither mother nor son had said a word about the condoms. After the different brand incident, there was a piece of paper on top of the condoms with the word "smartass" on it, but she still kept him stocked up with condoms.

He'd told Tara she was his first because it seemed like what she wanted to hear and at sixteen Jax had already learned that things with girls worked out much better when you told them what they wanted to hear. He also didn't see truth as an absolute. It could be different things at different times.

When Scarlett told him she had to feel close to him to sleep with him and to do that they would have to be exclusive; it wasn't until later that he realized that what she was really offering him was a relationship. After marrying Wendy, he thought that would solve his loneliness and he would eventually grow to love her. Not only had he not fallen in love with her, he discovered you can be lonely sitting in the same room with someone.

With Scarlett, he never felt lonely even when they weren't together. Just thinking about her filled him up and chased away the loneliness.

A lesser man might have felt at least a trace of performance anxiety because there was so much build-up to this moment, but Jax Teller had the supreme confidence of a man who knew exactly how to please a woman. Some men were great at golf, running, cycling, basketball or football; Jax was great at sex. He instinctively knew how to use his body to bring the maximum amount of pleasure to both him and the lucky girl with him.

Scarlett removed her hair elastic; Jax took care of removing their clothes. His practiced hands made quick work of it. He reveled in the feel of her silky smooth skin against his. Until that moment, they had only done some on top of the clothes stuff because he didn't want her to feel pressure to take things further.

When Scarlett stroked his skin with the tips of her fingers, he thought he might be the one bursting into flames. He'd never had that reaction to a woman's touch before. As he touched and kissed her breasts, he heard her sharp intake of breath and she moaned softly. That was another difference from sex with crow-eaters; no sexual theatrics.

In the clubhouse on Fridays, the bar area turned into one big orgy. One time one of the crow-eaters moaned especially loud during sex with Happy and the contest was on. The girl that made the most noise must be having the best sex, so sex became very noisy and competitive. Jax didn't play this game, preferring privacy for sex. He used the apartment, a closet or, if the crow-eater was really something special, his house.

Scarlett was on her side, nestled into Jax's body, pillows behind her to support her back. He was careful not to put any pressure on her spine as they got to know each other's bodies. Finally, he carefully lifted her leg and put it over his hip like the pictures from her physiotherapist had given her showed and they made love in a sort of side by side position with Jax doing all the movement to protect Scarlett's back.

Jax loved this position or he might have loved any position that involved sex with Scarlett. He was able to touch her and kiss her more easily in this intimate position. When they finished, there was no doubt in Jax's mind that he'd made Scarlett burn for him and he'd put out the fire.

"If I had known, it was going to be so spectacular, I wouldn't have been able to hold out for so long," Scarlett whispered.

Jax chuckled.

"Being in love makes all the difference," Jax said. He nibbled on her bottom lip before pulling away. "I was thinking about a little nap."

"You're going to need your rest for later," Scarlett said with a grin.

Jax shifted until he was lying on his back eyes closed while Scarlett was lying on her side facing him. She closed her eyes and lightly rested her hand on Jax's chest over his heart. He felt her hand on him, lifted it to his lips, kissed her fingers before returning her hand to his chest and putting his hand over hers, a faint smile on his lips. Every single cell in his body was filled with pleasure and happiness. As he drifted off to sleep, he was sure that if he felt any more happiness his body would burst.

Author's Note: I had planned to take a two week break from writing this story to focus on wrapping up Taming Ava. Instead I got COVID and have been sick for more than five weeks. I'm fortunate that I'm not critically sick. COVID has sucked all the energy out of my mind and body making it difficult for me to do anything. It may be a couple of more weeks before I can be back to posting weekly. You make bad decisions and you get bad consequences and I made a bad decision.