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Chapter 79 First Time

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The next morning, they met with the concierge who suggested they scrap their motorcycle trip. Louisiana was prone to sudden storms and flash floods making a bike trip dangerous despite Jax's extensive riding experience. He suggested a convertible car. It wouldn't be as much fun as a bike trip, but it would be safer.

Jax readily agreed with the concierge and they changed their trip plans deciding to head out and see Louisiana for a few days and finishing their trip by returning to New Orleans and the hotel for the last days of their trip. If Jax had been alone, he might have taken the risky bike trip, but he didn't want to chance Ava having a bad time on a bike trip because she might not ride with him again and he did enjoy having her with him.

When they returned to Charming, he hoped they would be able to take trips together. It was strange that he was thinking about the future with Ava and he didn't hate the idea. He was actually looking forward to spending time taking bike trips with her.

They wandered around the French Quarter grabbing a lunch of shrimp po' boys as they were known in New Orleans and poor boy sandwiches or sub sandwiches in other places. That evening they were taking a riverboat dinner cruise arranged by the concierge.

Ava was excited about the riverboat cruise. Great food, a beautiful cruise on a paddleboat and Jax. It was going to be very romantic and the idea of a romantic evening with him didn't make her want to vomit. She hadn't sorted out her feelings for him. Sometimes, there just weren't answers to everything. Life wasn't a math problem.

The night went as perfectly as she imagined with the beautiful cruise, great food, some dancing and a little drinking. There was something she loved about standing on the deck of the boat watching the lights and the water as it turned and spilled over the river boat's paddle wheel. It calmed her.

It was hard to believe this honeymoon wasn't turning into the complete hell she feared it was going to be when her father surprised them with it. Sharing these experiences was actually more fun than when she travelled alone. Maybe she wasn't as much of a loner as she thought.

After they returned to their hotel room, they looked over the information the concierge had given them about some routes they might want to take when they explored more of Louisiana. Using that information and the information from their tablets and smart phones, they put together a route to take. They planned where they were going to stay for the first night, but beyond that, they would just drive and wander around stopping when and where they wanted.

Ava was glad that Jax had agreed to extend their trip. She wasn't looking forward to returning to Charming. If her life were perfect, she and Jax would travel all over the world together with her father paying the bills. She didn't think that Jax would be agreeable to that since he'd insisted on paying for the extended honeymoon himself.

She fell asleep quickly but woke about an hour later unable to get back to sleep. She got up, walked to the window, pushed the curtain aside and looked in the direction of the French Quarter. She could see in the distance people still walking around the brightly lit streets at this late hour. There was something magical about New Orleans. It felt like its own world.

Jax came up behind her and slipped his arms around her waist.

"You OK?"

"Couldn't sleep," she said. "This time with you has been the best time of my life," she admitted her voice matter-of-fact. There wasn't sadness or self-pity in her voice. She was simply telling him her truth.

Something stirred deep inside Jax at the sadness that must have been Ava's life before she met him. Underneath that self-confident bratty rich girl act was this sweet vulnerable side to Ava that he found himself increasingly drawn to.

He turned her to face him.

"You know when I was giving your father credit for freeing me from prison, I forgot the most important person—you. If Lowen hadn't recommended me to you and if you hadn't married me, I'd still be in prison. I've lost sight of what you did for me and how much I owe you."

Jax's words came from his heart. He had overlooked that Ava had picked him to marry. She could have picked any single inmate and married him for a lot less money. Without marrying her, her father wouldn't have even known of his existence much less decided to take on his wrongful conviction. He'd forgotten to be grateful to the woman who had made his freedom possible.

Jax kissed her gently wanting nothing more than to comfort her. It touched his heart that she was having the best time of her life with him. As he kissed her slowly with patient tenderness, they moved slowly to the bed where they laid down together.

He wanted to soothe and comfort her the only way he knew how—with his body. He deepened his kiss gently pushing his tongue inside her mouth, hoping that she wouldn't push him away and tell him he kissed like a dog again. She returned his kiss and allowed his hands to caress her breasts over her bra and her T-shirt nightgown.

After awhile, Jax slipped her nightgown and bra over her head along with his T-shirt. His hands moved eagerly to her breasts, exploring and caressing the soft mounds making sure to keep his touches light. That was something he'd read online—women liked soft touches. As he lowered his head so kiss her breasts, he heard her suck in her breath, but she made no move to pull away even as his lips gently tugged at first one nipple and then the other.

Jax was keeping the pace slow. She wasn't a crow-eater who was ready for sex the moment she walked through the clubhouse doors. Ava needed some warm up time and he enjoyed the feel of her soft ripe flesh under his hands. He stripped off his pajama pants and began to slide Ava's bikini underwear off expecting her to stop him at any moment.

Even after she was completely naked under him, he didn't attempt to have sex with her. He kissed her and began to move his right hand lower and lower until it rested between her legs. Ava parted her legs eager for his touch. In the back of her mind, she was afraid she was setting herself up for another disappointing sexual encounter, but her need to feel Jax's hands on her and him in her was too great for her to stop him.

He took his time gently exploring the area between her legs making her ready for him. Normally, he would have had sex with a girl twice maybe three times in the time he was taking with Ava.. He couldn't shake the feeling that she was going to stop him, but she responded to him letting him know that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

Ava finished by gasping and shuddering under him, surprise in her eyes. Jax had taken her to a place personal electronics had only taken her before. He finished by holding her and kissing her tenderly. To her surprise, it could have been a Hallmark moment if Hallmark heroines were allowed to have sex.

Since Jax had the accident with that romance writer when he'd been in COVID quarantine, he'd lost an eighth of an inch in length still leaving him the biggest guy in SAMCRO. It hadn't affected his sexual performance, but he did have a new appreciation for sex. For a time, he was worried that he might never have sex again. No man likes to have dick surgery unless he's insane.

Even with this greater appreciation for sex, Jax didn't understand what he was feeling with Ava. Maybe that long sexual drought caused by prison had changed him. It was just different from his usual hook ups.

He always thought he would feel like he'd scored some great victory over Ava when they finally had sex. He had no idea he'd feel . . . well he wasn't sure what the hell he felt other than the first time with Ava wouldn't blur into all the other times he'd had sex with a girl for the first time; he would always remember his first time with her.

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Author's Note: I blended in the Quarantine story with this one because I like it when my stories reference each other. It's like their own universe. I was thinking about doing this when Grace mentioned the similarities between this Jax and the Quarantine Jax.

And I do know I write terrible sex scenes.