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She Will Be Loved

Chapter 56: At Last

By Love Ink

Angela enjoyed every minute of the fundraiser after her dance with Juice. The rest of the night, he found little ways to touch her. Holding her hand as they walked or setting his hand on her lower back or his arm around her waist. Sweet, innocent touches that never failed to make her heart skip a beat. Thankfully, no one really paid them any mind. She had a feeling that despite kissing in a very public place, not many people had actually seen them. It helped that shortly after their kiss, most of SAMCRO had to go somewhere to do something or other. She was glad for it. It made her feel more comfortable testing the waters of public displays of affection without her cousin and Koz watching.

She was watching one of the bands while Juice did some errand for Gemma when Jax bumped her arm. He held up a joint to her, and she grinned as she followed him to a discreet location on the back steps of the high school. She sat down on one step, and he sat on the one below her. "Where's Wendy?" she asked as Jax lit up.

"Helpin' Gemma serve chili like a good Old Lady," he replied around the joint. She could detect the sarcasm in his voice and knew he didn't see Wendy as his Old Lady. Not one bit. He glanced over at her, exhaling smoke and handing her the joint. "Like you should be if you want to get in my Mom's good graces."

Angela took the joint from him and took a long toke. "Think I already fucked that up," she stated on a smirk. "It's fine. I'll figure something out that doesn't involve bein' a kiss ass."

" 'm sure you will," he said, chuckling to himself. They were quiet for a long time before he cleared his throat. "Why you always askin' about Wendy? This is like the third time. Somethin' I should know?"

She held the smoke in her lungs for a moment, considering her options, before she blew it out slowly. "Think she might be using again," she told him, though it left a bad taste in her mouth. She'd told Wendy she wouldn't tell Jax, but she knew he had to know. Someone who could help her had to know, and she certainly wasn't going to tell Gemma. At his questioning look, she sighed. "I caught her with the stuff at your party, and she said it was just the one time, and I told her I wouldn't tell you, but that's stupid. She needs help. You can't just get back into that stuff one time and be done. It's an addiction."

Jax cursed under his breath, scratching at his eyebrow with his thumb. "Kinda had a feelin' somethin' like that was goin' on," he admitted on a frown. "Dunno what to do about it. She's a big girl. If she wants help, she knows I'll help her get it. Did it before with no problem."

"Just keep an eye on her," she said, omitting her worries about Kozik since she wasn't quite sure if he knew about Koz's past. Jax bobbed his head, still frowning, and she felt bad for bringing him down. "And hey, maybe it was a one-time thing. You never know."

"Yeah, maybe," he muttered doubtfully. "Thanks for tellin' me."

"Yeah, well, we're friends. Friends tell each other shit," she said, harkening back to when he told her they were friends the week before. "Still waiting on my friendship bracelet, though."

He laughed, shaking his head at her. "Gonna be waiting a while for that one."

"I got time."

He smirked, leaning back against the stair she was sitting on. "Saw you and Juice makin' out in front of everyone. That was real cute. Guess you're all public now, huh? Not ashamed of him anymore?"

She nudged his side gently, scowling at him. "Shut up. Was never ashamed of him to begin with. We just didn't want you boneheads being assholes about it."

"I know, I know," he said on a chuckle. "Happy for you, though."

Angela smiled softly. "Thanks," she said on a sigh. She nudged his shoulder again. "Now pass that joint. You're hogging it."

Juice came back from getting ice for Gemma in his attempt to apologize for the cornbread fiasco. She didn't comment on it, but her sour attitude towards him seemed to improve, so he took that as a win. He looked around the place for Angela, frowning when he didn't see her anywhere. Panic gripped at his heart; he'd left her unguarded for an hour and a half max. Had the Niners somehow gotten to her for retaliation?

Pulling out his phone, he pressed her speed-dial number and held his breath as it rang. She answered fairly quickly. "Hey you," she greeted, her voice warm and happy.

"Hey baby," he replied with a sigh of relief. She had to be okay if she sounded so happy. "Where you at?"

"Getting high behind the school gym. Head towards the back," she instructed. He followed her directions, looking around for her. "On your left," she stated, laughing when he looked in the wrong direction. "Your other left, goof."

He spotted her waving at him from a spot on the back steps of the high school gym. Jax was beside her, a joint between his lips, hat on backwards as he leaned against the steps at her side. He looked impossibly cool, and Juice found himself feeling just a little jealous. Why did it seem he always found the two of them together? His thoughts of jealousy took a back seat when she smiled at him, gesturing for him to come closer. "Hey guys," he greeted on a breath. "What's going on?"

"Come smoke with us," she said, gesturing for him to come closer. She moved her legs a bit, pointing at the step below them. He sat down between her knees, leaning into her. To his surprise, she moved one arm over his shoulder, her hand rubbing against his chest while she pressed a kiss to the opposite side of his head. He loved the affection, loved that she was comfortable enough to do it in front of Jax and that Jax didn't seem to give a shit. It put his mind at ease about their relationship; clearly, they were just friends. He moved his hand over hers, giving it a squeeze.

"Aww, you guys are adorable," Jax drawled sarcastically before offering Juice the joint. "Ma and Wendy still workin' the booth?"

Juice nodded, remembering the way Gemma had asked where his girl was as if she was disappointed that Angela wasn't with them. He'd just shrugged and gestured to the crowd, grateful when Hannah interjected with some inane question and distracted Gemma from pushing the matter. "Dinner rush, I guess," he answered before squeezing Angela's knee. "Asked where 'my girl' was."

He tilted his head up to see her reaction, and his heart skipped a beat at the small smile on her face. "You tell her your girl is hiding from her because she doesn't want a lecture about cornbread?"

"Absolutely not," he answered on a chuckle.

Jax smirked, taking the joint from him again. "She ask where I was?"

"Nah, but she said somethin' about fireworks and Opie?"

The blonde frowned in response, sighing heavily. "Yep. Fireworks were Ope's job. He's the only one half-way good at them, but I had him write down what to do last time I visited. Guess I'll go start figurin' out his handwriting," he said, getting up with a grunt. He handed Angela what was left of the joint. "You guys finish this and hang out here. It's the best place to see the fireworks. Then leave 'fore you get roped into cleanin' up."

Juice didn't love the idea of getting out of dodge before helping to clean. "Think I'm supposed to help clean up."

Jax tapped on the "Vice President" patch on the front of his cut. "Think you're supposed to listen to your VP."

Angela snickered, and he had a feeling she was shaking her head at him. "That's the best abuse of power I've seen you do yet."

Jax shrugged a shoulder. "Don't get used to it. See you guys later. Don't have too much fun here. Take that shit home. There's kids around."

Juice chuckled awkwardly while Angela flipped him the middle finger as he walked away. He leaned back into her chest again, sighing contently. Her hand moved over his chest again, making his heart beat fast. She kissed his head again. "You're prickly," she murmured, and he could feel her smile against his scalp.

He smirked. "Didn't really have time to shave. Kinda busy baking up a storm."

"Thanks again for that."

He kissed her cheek before taking another toke of the joint. "No need to thank me. Happy to help. Just wish it came out better."

"Eh. Over achieving is for suckers. If it was amazing, I'd have to make more things to impress the Queen. This way she won't ask me again," she explained with a little shrug.

"Love that logic." A slight breeze blew through where they were sitting, and she shivered a bit. Juice glanced down and noticed little goosebumps standing out on her arm. He rubbed his hand over her cool skin, frowning a little. "Cold, baby?"

She shrugged again. "A little. My shirt is still wet from the water balloon toss."

"Switch with me. I'll keep you warm," he said, sitting forward slightly. Angela moved her arms from around him, standing gracefully and moving a few steps down to sit between his legs. She leaned back into his chest with a happy sigh. He wrapped his arms around her, burying his nose in her hair and enjoying the smell of it. Her cold hands moved to his forearms, her lips pressing against them for a moment. He kissed her temple. "Better?"

"Much," she replied with a nod.

"Good." He loosened his hold on her a little as the fireworks started, his hand dropping, fingertips brushing back and forth over her breast through her thin shirt. It was an unconscious act as he was more focused on the pretty fireworks than what he was doing. It wasn't until his fingers brushed over the now hardened bud of her nipple and he heard her sharp intake of breath that he realized it. "Shit. Sorry."

He went to pull his hand away, but she stopped him. "Don't," she murmured, swallowing hard. Emboldened by her action, he squeezed her nipple between two of his fingers as he placed a hot kiss on her neck. She gasped softly, leaning back into him, the back of her head on his shoulder. He let his other hand travel down the front of her shirt, fingertips teasing at the waist of her jeans. "Fuck, Juice," she gasped, grabbing onto his hand to stop it from going farther. "Take me home."

"Fireworks aren't over," he teased, nipping at her neck gently.

"Juice," she said, twisting in his hold so their eyes could meet. Her face changed colors with the fireworks as they went off above them. "Take me home."

Juice knew he missed social cues most of the time, but there was no mistaking that look in her eyes. He nodded slowly, his heart racing in his chest. "Y-yeah," he replied, swallowing hard as all of his blood rushed to one part of his body. This was it. They were finally going to take their relationship to the next level, and he was excited and anxious all at once. He really, really didn't want to mess things up. "Yeah, let's go."

Excitement was coursing through Angela's veins as she drove to the house. Her whole body felt electric with anticipation. Juice's simple touch had filled her with a yearning for more. She wanted to feel those hands of his all over her skin, his lips on her body, and she could not wait. Pulling into the driveway, she watched Juice get off his bike, biting at her lip at the thought of what it would feel like to have those arms around her. Quickly, she flipped down the visor to check her appearance in the mirror. Her makeup was a bit of a mess, so she swiped the smudged liner from beneath her eyes quickly and tried to wipe the smudged lipstick from around her mouth.

Juice opened her door, a nervous smile on his face as he held out his hand to her. "You good?"

She nodded, a little too enthusiastically, and placed her hand in his, allowing him to help her to her feet. He pulled her into his chest, banding one arm around her lower back before he caught her lips in a hot kiss. She returned the kiss with fervor, her fingernails raking down the back of his neck. To her surprise, he grabbed her by the hips and lifted her up. With a yelp, she wrapped her legs around his hips, breaking away from his kiss to laugh a little as he moved his arms underneath her ass to support her. "Don't drop me, Ortiz."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he replied, kissing her again as he started walking towards the front door.

He hesitated, clearly unsure how to open the door without dropping her. With a light laugh, she kissed his nose. "Put me down, baby. I got this," she said, laughing at his disappointed look. He let her go, sliding her down his body until her feet hit the ground. She could feel the hard planes of his stomach, the bulge in the front of his pants, which just made the fire inside her grow. Reaching up, she framed his face with her hands and pressed her lips to his in a quick kiss. Turning around in the circle of his arms, she grabbed the keys out of her purse, fumbling with them as she tried to open the door. Juice's hand passed along her shoulders, brushing her hair to the side before his lips pressed into the crook of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She opened the door quickly, moving around to face him.

He lifted her up again, carrying her inside slowly. She couldn't help but smile as he started walking down the hallway towards his bedroom. She kissed along his neck, enjoying the taste of his skin. He backed into his room, bumping into his dresser clumsily and letting out a soft curse. She laughed as he let her drop to her feet so his hands were free to roam along her body. His laughter joined hers, a soft husky sound that made her stomach do flip flops. He moved his hand to the side of her cheek, brushing his thumb against her skin and living licks of heat in its wake. Leaning down, he caught her lips in an ardent kiss she felt all the way to her toes. "Juice," she murmured, the sound of it catching in her throat.

Their eyes met, and she could see his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard. Her cheeks warmed at the love in his gaze. Slowly, she moved her hand over his shoulders underneath his cut, sliding it down his arms. She turned away from him to hang it on one of the pegs of the coat rack hanging on his wall. She felt him come up behind her, moving his arms around her waist and dropping a kiss to her shoulder. "We don't have to do this," he murmured against her skin. She turned around in his arms, furrowing her brow as she looked up at him. He gave her a small, nervous smile. "If you...want to move slower, we can...we can stop right here."

Stopping was the very last thing she wanted to do. She shook her head slowly. "I don't want to stop. Do you?"

He let out a breath of relief, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. "No," he rasped, his rough voice stoking the fire inside of her.

She lifted his shirt, and he took her lead, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. He grabbed the hem of her shirt, carefully taking it off of her. She was still wearing the lavender colored lingerie he'd seen her in earlier, and his eyes were drawn to her chest for a moment. Slowly, she undid her jeans and shimmied out of them. He did the same, his pants falling to the floor with the weight of his knife and belt buckle leaving him in tight, black boxer briefs. She went for the back of her bra, but he stopped her quickly. "No, let me," he requested softly.

She nodded, stepping closer to him. His dark eyes looked her over again, and he bit his lower lip in a way that made a wave of heat wash over her. His rough palms moved up her arms, long fingers hooking in the straps of her bra and pulling them down slowly. His lips caught her own as he gathered her in his arms, pressing his body to hers as his hands danced down her back. She could feel his hard length pressed against her belly and a thrill went through her. God, she wanted him. Wanted to feel his skin against hers. Wanted him inside of her.

He undid her bra, slowly sliding it down her arms. She laughed against his lips when her hands got tangled in it, and she had to break the kiss to get the damn thing all the way off. She tossed it aside, laughing again as he watched it land on the dresser with a forlorn look on his face. He really was into panties, she thought with a smile. His hands covered her breasts, and the thought went flying out of her head as his thumbs brushed over the hardened buds of her nipples making her shiver. "Damn, you're beautiful," he murmured before his lips met hers again.

He pushed her backwards towards the bed as their lips moved together. The backs of her knees hit the foot of the bed, and she sank down on it, her lips leaving his. Slowly, she backed up towards the head of the bed. They were about to cross a major line in their relationship, and she couldn't stop the nervous butterflies that invaded her stomach

His eyes were hungry as they looked her over in a way that made her feel loved, desired. He climbed over her, catching her lips in another kiss. His mouth moved against hers in perfect rhythm, his tongue slipping into her mouth. Then he was moving again, his mouth trailing down her neck, teeth lightly scraping over the skin. He left wet kisses over her clavicle, stopping to run his tongue over the bump left behind from when she'd broken it. He'd done this before, and she wondered why he liked to single out the spot so much. Before she could think too much about it, he took one of her nipples into his mouth. She gasped at the feel of it, closing her eyes and arching up into him. She smoothed her hand down his mohawk, holding him to her, surprised when his hand started working her other breast.

And then his lips were on hers again. His hand smoothed down her body, slipping between her legs, one knuckle brushing over the front of her panties. A whimper escaped her hold as her hips lifted, wanting more of his touch. He rubbed her most sensitive area through the lace fabric, driving her absolutely wild. It was too much. His hands moved to the sides of her panties, slowly starting to pull them down. She raised her hips, allowing him to take her panties all the way off. He didn't throw them aside, though. Instead, he lay them gingerly on the bed beside her before he kissed down one leg, his teeth nipping at the inside of her thigh.

He stroked a finger between her legs, just barely teasing her. Her hips bucked at his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips as the fire grew inside her belly. His chocolate eyes met hers, bright with an excited sort of energy. "You're so wet, baby," he marveled as if he was surprised. He moved up her body to catch her lips in a quick kiss. His fingers continued to stroke her while his tongue slid into her mouth, mimicking their movement.

She gasped at the intensity of his touch. The overwhelming heat between them. She couldn't take it anymore. She wanted more. She wanted him. "Juice," she panted, catching his attention. "Juice, I want you. Now."

Juice stared at her, dumbfounded. She wanted him. He wanted to do so much more. Kiss every inch of her skin, put his face between her legs and taste her, make her cry out his name, but she didn't want that. Not now. She wanted him. Needed him, and he was going to give her exactly what she wanted. "Whatever you want, baby," he murmured, reaching to his side drawer to the condom box he had stashed in there. It was new, never opened; he didn't bring girls to their house. Ever. He fumbled with the box awkwardly before ripping it open, making the condoms fly everywhere like streamers. God, he wished he was smoother than that, wished he could be suave and sexy to impress her. Her soft laughter made him think he'd probably killed the mood.

"Let me," she said, echoing his previous words as she reached for one of the condoms. She ripped one off, holding the single package in her mouth. "Briefs off," she told him as she tore open the package.

He didn't need to be told twice. He stood up from the bed, shoving down his boxer briefs and kicking them aside. Her dark eyes were desirous as they took in his hard length. Slowly, he got on the bed again, surprised when instead of just putting on the condom, she stroked him with her hand. He hissed in response, his hips moving into her touch. "Baby, baby, you can't...I can't..." He fought for words as her hand kept moving. She had to stop, or this was going to end before it got anywhere.

She nodded quickly, sliding the condom on him before giving him one more stroke, a teasing look in her dark eyes. He got on the bed again, moving over her. "Angel," he said softly, looking down at her. They were about to take a huge step. One that would change everything, and he wanted to know she was with him. That she wanted this just as much as he did. He pressed himself against her, feeling her heat as he moved his hips against hers. "Are we...are you...sure?"

"Yes," she begged on a nod, her hips moving against him. Nodding, he held her gaze as he positioned himself at her entrance and slowly buried himself inside of her, allowing a moment for her to get accustomed to him. God, she felt amazing. Her hands gripped his arms as her dark eyes opened, her gaze meeting his for a brief moment before she leaned up to kiss him, a soft kiss that sent shockwaves through his whole body. He deepened the kiss as he started to move his hips, his thrusts slow but strong allowing him to feel every inch of her around him. Her legs moved around his hips, drawing him in even deeper.

"Feels so good," he murmured, moving achingly slow, encouraged by her soft pants and moans, the way her hips were moving with his. He was trying to focus on not coming too fast, though he felt himself right on the edge just by the simple act of being inside her. Something he'd been dreaming about for years.

Juice rolled his hips, a soft moan of his own escaping his hold when her nails scored over his back. She gripped at his ass, encouraging him to go deeper, harder. "Right there, baby," she murmured on a breath.

He quickened his pace, thrusting into her as he felt his own release coming. He moved his hand between them to tease her to make sure she was right there with him. She clung to him tightly, her breathing fast as she arched into him, crying out his name as she came. The look of pure ecstasy on her face sent him over the edge. "Fuck, Angel," he managed to get out, his jaw clenched tightly as jerked his hips into her one last time, stilling as he found his release.

He pressed his forehead against her collar bone as he came down from his high, smiling when he felt her kiss the side of his head. She was breathing hard, the sheen of sweat on her skin making her almost glow in the low lamplight. His dotted kisses across her clavicle, nipping at the bump of her healed wound, feeling worn out but completely satiated. Lifting his head, he gave her a lazy kiss before rolling off of her, bringing her over with him.

She laughed as she lay on top of him, their stomach's sweaty and sticking together as they both tried to catch their breath. He tangled his hand into her hair, leaning up to give her a good long kiss before he settled his head back onto the pillow with a happy sigh. Her cheeks were flushed, hair a complete mess, but the satisfied smile on her face made that familiar fire start building in his belly. "Damn," he breathed, kissing her again. "That was..."

"Intense," she finished on a laugh. She reached up her hand to stroke over his cheek. The loving look in her eyes made him feel warm all over. He still couldn't believe they were together. After wanting her for so long, it didn't feel real that she was finally his. She smiled softly. "Shoulda done that a long time ago."

Juice nodded in agreement. Grunting as she rolled off of him and onto the bed beside him. He waited until she was settled to pull her in close to his side, kissing her again. "You're beautiful, you know that?"

"Mmm," she hummed noncommittally. Slowly, she climbed out of the bed to go to the bathroom, and he immediately missed her warmth. "Condom?"

He raised an eyebrow before he realized what she meant. Taking off the condom, he tied a neat knot before placing it in her hand. It was an odd request, but he found he appreciated it much more than having to just take it off and toss it somewhere to pick up later. She'd grabbed one of the clean t-shirts he had folded on his dresser on the way into the hall to use her own bathroom. He waited until he heard the door close to grab her lavender panties that he'd set on the bed. Twisting his hands in the lacy straps, he brought it to his face, breathing in the smell of her. He heard the toilet flush and quickly shoved the garment underneath his pillow, inside the pillow case to make sure she didn't find them. He was never going to give those back.

Angela took a minute in the bathroom to splash some water on her face before looking at her reflection in the mirror. She was waiting for the feeling of guilt, of self-hatred that she had experienced after she'd slept with Esai. Waiting for the colossal break down. For the anxiety attack. But they didn't come. No, the girl in the reflection looked happy. Her head was quiet for once. No inner turmoil or sadness. She felt a certain sense of peace that was unfamiliar to her but was a welcome change. She smiled at herself before exhaling a long breath. This is what healing felt like. This was good. Try as she might, she could not wipe the smile from her face.

She grabbed a pair of panties she'd had hanging from a line she'd strung up across the bathtub and put them on along with his shirt. She smiled at the way it smelled just like him and decided there was no way he was getting it back. She padded her way towards his bedroom, leaning against the doorjamb and enjoying the view of him laying there shirtless. He'd already moved back the covers and was laying with his back slightly propped against the headboard, the sheet pulled up to his hips. She could see the waistband of a pair of boxers peeking out above it. He'd gotten dressed again. Just like she had. Something Esai would never do. He was always ready to go another round, whether she wanted to or not. He'd never forced himself on her—that was a line he'd never cross—but there were times when he'd had to do a lot of convincing, and she'd gone through with it just to get him to shut up. Juice seemed to be following her lead, and she appreciated that. Loved that he was okay with taking things slow. That he made sure she was with him every step of the way.

His eyes moved towards to her, a concerned look in them. "You okay, baby?"

There was a nervous note to his voice as if he were afraid of what her answer was going to be. She smiled as she nodded. "Better than okay. You?" she asked, walking over to the bed and going to straddle his lap.

His hands found her hips as he leaned up to peck her lips quickly. "Fantastic," he answered on a happy sigh. "Nice shirt."

She grinned at him, looking down at the white t-shirt with the skull design as she shrugged a shoulder. "Thanks. My newest fashion statement."

"That mean my shirts are going to start disappearing like my hoodies?"

"Your hoodies are disappearing?" she asked with mock surprise. They both knew exactly where a good portion of his hoodies were...in her closet, in her car, in her office. "Wherever could they be? You should investigate that."

"You don't know anything about it?"

She shrugged. "No sir."

Juice surprised her by rolling over, pinning him beneath him. "Liar," he said, grinning as he started tickling her sides.

She wriggled beneath him, giggling as his fingers moved along her sides. "Goof! Stop! Juice!" she managed to get out through her laughter. His laughter joined hers as his fingers stopped moving, and he settled on the bed beside her. The smile on his face was amazing, and her heart sputtered in her chest.

She moved in closer to him, setting her head on one side of his chest hand reaching out to draw lazy designs over his pec as she moved a leg between his. He moved his arm behind her back, tangling his hand in her hair. His other arm draped over her waist, effectively wrapping himself around her. "This is nice," he stated, his lips against her forehead. "Peaceful. Think I could lay here forever."

Leave it to Juice to point out the obvious. "Me too, goof," she murmured, nuzzling her cheek against his chest. His heart was beating steadily, the sound of it lulling her to sleep. She closed her eyes, a happy sigh escaping her hold. For the first time in a long time, she was totally at peace. Her head was quiet, calm. The world and all of its problems melted away, and it was just him and her. Together at last.

I'm not great at writing smut, but I did my best for y'all! 😅
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