Crash Into Me

Chapter 4- Steak Dinner

Brea tucked Mya in bed, leaned over, and kissed her forehead. She wished Mya did not hear the argument between her mom and aunt. She tried to shield her from family drama as much as she could. Mya reached up to hug Brea and Brea embraced her niece tight and inhaled her bubblegum hair shampoo.

"Auntie will we see Mr. Jax again?" she asked with hope reflecting in her eyes.

"Yes baby we will," She assured her before she gave her another kiss on her forehead. "Get some rest ok sweet pea."

After making sure Mya was drifting off to sleep Brea went into the kitchen to pour herself another glass of wine. She let out a sigh of pure enjoyment as she took a swallow of the dry chardonnay. She sat down at the kitchen table and stared at the empty seat across from her. She wished she could turn back the hands of time and have Jax sitting across from her again. Her mind replayed every detail of his visit from the sparkle in his blue eyes whenever he looked at her to the way he licked his lips. Brea shook her head to dispel his image. She needed to think about something else, anything but the man that consumed her every thought since she met him days earlier. His image still seared in her mind Brea gave up trying to think of anything else, grabbed her glass and bottle of wine, and went into her bedroom. Brea sat her wine on her dresser and went into her bathroom to draw a hot bath. As the warm water filled the tub, she searched her hall closet for her favorite Bath and Body Works candles. Lighting them in the bathroom she undressed, grabbed her wine and sunk into the tub. She sighed as she closed her eyes and laid back to relax in the tub. The image of Jax persistently invaded her thoughts. She let out a long sigh as she sunk lower in the tub. Her whole body started to pulsate as she thought of his lips on the palm of her hand. The small, light kiss on the palm of her hand had sent shivers down her spine and even the thought of it hours later was causing Brea's breath to quicken. She found her hands slowly moving underwater to relieve the achy pressure that was building slowly inside her. Brea snapped her eyes open and sat up in the tub. Get a grip girl! She wondered if she needed to take a cold shower instead of a warm bath. As Brea scrubbed her body down with her loofah she laughed at herself how Jax had her body craving for him and she had yet to have the pleasure to feel his lips against hers. Lifting her body out of the tub she dried herself off, walked over to the mirror hanging on her bathroom door studied her reflection in the full-length mirror. She cocked her head to the side as she took in her naked body. She admired her flawless toffee brown complexion as her fingers trailed down between her breasts to her stomach. Brea looked at her stomach and frowned at her little pudge. She needed to hit the gym.

As Brea surveyed herself, she wondered how Jax's hands would feel on her skin and how the contrast of his golden skin would look against hers. Again trying to push her mind in another direction she quickly threw on her nightclothes of a fitted tee and jogging pants. As Brea climbed into her cold, empty bed, she pulled her thick hair in a bun and made a mental note to herself to make an appointment with her hairdresser to get a touchup to her relaxer. Laying down she looked at the palm of her hand that Jax kissed and lightly traced her finger over where his lips had touched. She wondered was she setting herself up for a major fall. Brea had set goals in motion for her departure out of the neighborhood. She already enough money set aside for a down payment on a house in a good neighborhood that was far from where she lived. She just needed to work on getting her credit score a little higher. She hoped Jax walking in her life would not be a distraction and put her on another path. Brea did not see how Jax would hinder her from achieving her goals as she had a strong head on her shoulders but you never know what life can throw at you. Jax was defiantly a curve ball and she need to make sure she was ready for him just in case she needed to knock him out of the park. Closing her eyes, she rolled over and eventually fell asleep.

Brea stirred awake as she heard her cell phone ring. Looking over at her alarm clock, she wondered who could be calling her past midnight. She rolled over and looked at the caller ID. She did not recognize the number and almost didn't answer until she realized it might be Jax.

"Hello?" she said holding her breath hoping to he hear his voice on the other end.

"Hey it's me," Brea smiled when she heard his voice. "I wanted to check to make sure you were still alive. Your family looked a little pissed off when I left."

"A little? No.. they were livid. They let me have it."

Jax closed his eyes and listen to her voice over the phone. He looked over to the empty side of his bed and wished she was laying next to him.

"Jax….are you there?"

"I'm here…..do they not want me to come back over?" Jax asked after taking a drag from his cigarette.

"No. They do not want you around me or Mya..…but that does not matter. I'm a grown woman and can see who I please."

Jax sighed as relief washed over him.

"You still up for some company tomorrow?"

"Of course." Brea tried to hide the enthusiasm in her voice.

"Same time okay?"

"Yeah..that's fine."

"What are you going to cook for me tomorrow?" Jax asked with a huge grin on his face. Brea smiled to herself as she heard the smile in his voice.

"What do you have a taste for?" Brea asked as she sat up in bed and wandered what she had in the fridge.

"Anything you cook would be fine. Why don't you surprise me?" Jax told her.

"Ok. I'm up for the challenge. You are not allergic to anything are you?" she asked as her mind starting to think of what she could make him for dinner and what she would wear to get a reaction out of him like she did tonight.

"No, baby I'm not allergic to nothing…I can eat anything."

His voice lowered a little when he answered giving Brea the impression his answer was laced with more than one meaning.

"That's good to know. I will see you about 6:30 then."

"You sleep well beautiful."

When they both hung up the phone Jax wondered was he doing the right thing getting involved with someone so soon after Tara had left. Brea seemed like a sweet woman and he wondered if his attraction to her was because of the rebound effect. He shook his head no as he knew he could always get a crow eater any time he wanted to fill a certain need. They were always willing and waiting to service him in any capacity he desired. A crow eater was not what he needed now. He needed someone like Brea in his life. When he was at her place earlier, he felt at peace. It seemed the problems that were associated with his club were miles away. He felt free when he was with her. The heavy weight that he carried on his shoulders day in and day out was relieved when he was in her presence earlier today. He had not felt peace like that in a while. Before Tara left him, the relationship with her had added onto the burden he carried. He could not pinpoint exactly when his relationship with her had become such an encumbrance. Maybe it began when he told her about club business and his decisions and actions for the club began to seep into their relationship. It takes a special woman to handle him and his lifestyle and he wondered if Brea was up for the challenge. Jax stubbed out his cigarette and wondered when the last time he met a woman and found himself contemplating so quickly if they were old lady material. He realized never and that included his high school sweetheart Tara. Jax laid down and closed his eyes. He hoped tomorrow would be uneventful so nothing could stand in his way in seeing Brea at six-thirty.

Jax twirled his Sons rings around his finger as he half listened to the club members' continue bitching about being in business with Damon Pope. Nothing they said could change the fact that the Sons had to stay in business with Pope for the time being. A decision him and Clay made one night had come back to haunt the club in the worst way. His best friend was dead, a member's daughter was also dead and they had to give up half of their coke haul cash to Pope. He never saw the extent of the consequences of his actions causing so much pain to the club. If he could turn back the hand of time he would have done things a lot differently.

Jax cringed when he heard Clay call Pope a racial slur. This would not have really bothered Jax in the past as he had himself threw around the occasional racial slur but Brea and Mya's face flashed in his mind and he found the word Clay spit out in hatred offensive. He looked at each member at the table and began to gage how they would feel about Brea if he introduced her to the club.

The older members would have more of a problem than the younger members he thought. His VP Bobby was the most level headed out of the crew. Even though Bobby had in the past dipped his stick in chocolate Jax knew he would talk him out of pursing Brea and tell him of all the reasons it was wrong for a white, outlaw biker to date a black woman. He looked over at Chibs who had met Brea and Mya and was fond of them both. Even though Chibs wife was half-black, Jax found himself not revealing to Chibs his recent visit to Brea's apartment. Jax looked at Juice and knew he would not have a problem, as Jax just found out Juice's father was black. Jax would have never thought that Juice was bi-racial; he had no reason to doubt Juice when he told the club he was Latino. Sons of Anarchy had bylaws that members could not be black and Jax wondered how Brea would react to that little bit of knowledge about his club. Looking at Tig, Jax heart went out to him for the loss of his daughter. Pope had killed Tig's daughter Dawn as payback for Tig accidently killing his daughter Veronica and right now Jax knew Tig would not think rationally when it came to Brea as at he hated Pope and had placed his hatred for Pope on the entire black race. Jax looked at Happy next and found himself puzzled at how Happy would react to Brea. He heard Happy make off handed racial slurs in the past but he did not really know how he felt about black people in general. Jax knew that Happy really did not discriminate when it came to him taking out or torturing people. It seemed Happy hated everyone no matter the race. The two prospects were in their mid-twenties and he did not get a racist vibe from them. It really did not matter what they thought, as they were not members yet. Jax looked at the nomads last and did not waste his energy trying to figure out what they would think. He didn't really trust them and really did not give any fucks as to how they would feel.

"Look we need to keep things running smoothly with Pope. Remember this is only short term." He rationalized to the group.

Jax slammed the gavel down signaling the end of the meeting.

Walking to his bike he flipped his prepaid cell open to dial Brea's number, he needed to hear her voice. He sat on his bike as he listen to her phone ring. Jax frown when he heard her voicemail pick up.

"Jackie Boy! We have a situation!" Chibs yelled at him just as he was about to leave her a voicemail. Jax cursed under his breath and slammed the phone shut. Whatever this situation was it needed to be taken care of by six-thirty.

Brea hated to wish her life away but she really needed the work day to hurry up and be over with. When she saw she had a missed call from Jax she began to worry he was having second thoughts about coming over. She dismissed the negative thoughts and rationalized he would have left a message if something had come up to keep him from coming over.

After what felt like forever, the day was finally over. She quickly picked Mya up at her moms. Brea wanted to chat with her about yesterday's events but she was in too much of a rush. She would have to talk to her later. Finally making it home about five Brea started to rush around in preparation for Jax. She whipped up a snack for Mya to tie her over until dinner, helped her with her preschool work while the steaks she planned on cooking thawed out and was able to take a shower and change out of her uniform before six o'clock. As she began to prepare their dinner Brea started to get a little anxious and nervous. She wondered what events would take place tonight when he came over. Popping open a bottle of red wine she poured herself a glass to calm her nerves. Brea was so engrossed in preparing dinner she lost track of time. When she finally looked up at the clock, it was after seven. A lump began to form in her throat as it was well after six-thirty and she had not heard from him. Did he change his mind? Was he busy with his club? Was he lying in a morgue? Brea took another swallow of her wine as her mind started to race. She was glad she had cooked Mya's steak first as her niece started to get hungry again. She fixed Mya's plate and sat her at the table while she finished cooking her and Jax's steaks.

It was a quarter to eight when Brea was finally done preparing dinner. Looking at her cell phone, she contemplated if she should call him. She had no clue what his day to day activities entailed so a phone call might not be a good idea. Her worry started to slowly transform into anger as she realized she had officially been stood up.

"Auntie is Mr. Jax not coming?" Mya asked as Brea drew warm water in the tub with lots of bubbles to give her a bath before bed. Brea should have not told Mya that she was expecting Jax this evening just in case he did not show up. Having Mya's little heart broken was even more painful than her heartache.

"I don't think so baby." Brea told her as she put bath soap on her pink bath sponge. Mya must have felt that her auntie was upset and did not ask any further questions. When Brea tucked Mya in bed, Mya squeezed her extra tight when they hugged.

"Sweet dreams baby girl." Brea kissed Mya's forehead, turned on her Disney princess night light, cut off her room light and left her door slightly opened.

Brea stood in the kitchen and glared at the empty seat that Jax was supposed to occupy tonight. With a defeated sigh, Brea started to pack up the leftovers to put in the fridge. She could just imagine what her mom and aunt would say to her if they knew she had been stood up. She would have been a straight fool if she had told them her plans tonight. Brea looked at the kitchen clock one more time before turning off the kitchen light. It was nine-thirty. Fuck you Jax she whispered as she turned off the kitchen light.

Jax did not mind helping out other crews when they found themselves in hairy situations and needed back up so when Chibs told him The Mayans needed the Sons help Jax did not hesitate. He did not expect a long ass shoot out, half of The Mayans rival crew getting away and the Sons searching for them all over town. It took all fuckin day, well into the night before they located the rest of the rival crew, and put an end to the long hectic day. It was well past ten when Jax high tailed it in high gear to Brea's. He didn't care how late it was he needed to see her.