Dear Lord, is this real or is this another heated dream my subconscious decided to create while I am sleeping? If that's the case, I never want to wake up.

Once Jax untied the sash to my robe, his hands gripped the front of it, yanking the robe down my shoulders, leaving me in nothing but a black thong and white sky high platform heels. His eager mouth latched onto the side of my neck, causing me to go absolutely weak as he sucked and bit violently at the skin. My fingertips dug into his strong shoulders, no doubt leaving marks of my own behind.

"Oh fuck, Jax," I sighed, my head falling backwards, about to have an orgasm just from the attention my neck was currently getting.

He smiled against my neck, sliding his mouth and one of his hands to my left breast, bringing a shout out of me.

"I wanna taste every inch of you, Mel."

"Please do. I need you to," I whined, cradling his face in my hands, sliding my breast further into his mouth.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, bringing his body closer to mine. My hands wrenched his face upwards, making our mouths meet again. He thrusted his tongue into my mouth, automatically deepening the kiss. His hands quickly ripped open his blue flannel shirt while I unbuckled his belt and undid his pants.

"Fuck, I don't have any condoms on me," he mumured against my lips, both of us lifting his white undershirt over his head.

I put my hands on that perfect chest of his, seperating our bodies for the moment. I opened the draw underneath me, pulling out a couple of sealed condoms.

"A couple huh?"

"I don't know about you, but I don't think just one round is going to relieve our sexual tension, do you?"

"Definitely not. Now lift that ass, darlin'. I need to see if you're ready for me."

Oh, I'm ready.

I planted my hands on both sides of me, lifting myself off of the counter, watching Jax slide my thong down my legs past my heels.

"You're so beautiful, " he stepped back further, his eyes drinking in every detail of my naked body.

My face started to turn red due to the look he was giving me.

"Is Melanie Torres blushing? Take a picture," he teased, closing the distance between us, his eyes on his hand that was in between my legs.

"Open your legs, Mel."

I nodded, spreading my legs further apart.

"Wider."

I spread my legs as far they could go until it nearly hurt. His left pointer and middle finger rubbed against my slick entrance. My eyes fell closed, thrusting my core against his fingers.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me."

"Mhmm," I nodded, continuing to grind myself against his fingers.

"You want me to fuck you with my fingers, baby?"

"Yes."

"Say it. I want to hear you say it."

"I want you to fuck me with your fingers, Jax. Please, fuck me," she nearly shouted, feeling her inner walls contract for him.

"Is this what you want?"

He thrusted three fingers inside of me without any warning. My body curled against him, the pleasure coarsing through me was too overwhelming.

"God yeah. That's what I want."

Jax looked down in between us, watching his fingers go in and out of me, loving how my lower lips hug his fingers.

"If you think my fingers feel good, wait until you feel my cock inside of you."

I don't know if being a porn star has something to do this, but I love it when a man is talking dirty to me. It makes my senses go into overdrive. It doesn't hurt the man that's about to fuck my brains out is a god among men.

I grabbed his wrist, trying to quicken the pace of his thrusting.

"Am I going too slow for you, Mel?"

"What do you think? I want to come."

"You want to or need to?"

"I need to. Please, please fuck me."

Jax quickened his pace, causing the vanity mirror to slam against the wall.

"Uh , uh, yes, don't stop. Please don't stop."

I met his thrusting, swinging my hips foward onto his fingers.

"That's it, baby. Ride my fingers."

My earth shattering orgasm was approaching only to be put on hold by the ringing of his cellphone.

"Fuck," he slowed his fingers, reaching into his pocket with his opposite hand for his phone. On the small screen, Hale's name popped up.

"Please tell me you're not going to answer that. Just let it go to voicemail."

"I have to, Mel."

"What?"

Jax removed his fingers, answering his cellphone.

"Yeah," he barked at whoever was on the other line.

"Whoa easy Teller, it's Hale."

"I know who it is. Did you find anything?"

I pulled Jax closer by his opened jeans. I nuzzled my face into his neck, and began kissing him, inhaling perfect combination of his cologne and axe body wash. My hands forced their way into his jeans, freeing him from his confines.

Well endowed was an understatement when it came to Jax Teller. Hell, he could be in porn himself if he wanted to.

With both hands, I gave his erection a firm stroke, my teeth gently biting the bottom of his earlobe.

"Jesus Christ," his eyes slammed shut, his breathing becoming erratic.

"Hello? Did you hear anything I just said?"

"Yeah, I heard you. Morada Christian Center."

Jax hung up the phone,letting out a heavy sigh.

"I gotta go."

"Club shit?"

"Yeah, " he replied, rebuttoning his jeans and redid his Samcro belt buckle.

I slid myself off of the counter, throwing him his flannel shirt and under shirt.

"Wait, what time is it?"

Jax reached in his pocket, glancing at the time on his phone.

"A quarter to four."

"Shit, I have to go too. I told my mom I'm meeting her at the wedding boutique by four."

"You weren't going to stay here anyway," he stated matter of factly, throwing his white undershirt over his head.

"Is that so?", I picked up my black thong off of the floor, sliding the thin piece of fabric up my legs.

"I told you, I want you to myself. I'm not sharing you, darlin'."

"That's a two way street, Jax."

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

"I'll see you back at home?"

"Absolutely. You owe me a night of long overdue passion."

"That I do. I love you," he smiled, giving me a kiss.

"I love you," returning the smile, getting dressed myself.

Those words sounded so wierd coming out of my mouth.

But, it has never felt more right.

I love him. I always loved him. I'm in love with Jax Teller. I just wish I would've realized it sooner.

His hand let go of the room's doorknob before turning around.

"Let's get married."

"Ha, I thought we were kinda already doing that."

"I mean the real thing. Marriage Liscense and all, sickness and in health, better or for worse."

"You're serious."

"As serious as a heart attack. I want you as my wife."

"You're serious," I repeated.

The dressing room door opened, making us look at Britt.

"Jesus Mel, if you don't marry him, I will."

"How long were you listening?"

"From the moment you two started rattling the vanity mirror's draws. Now please say yes so I can become an actual maid of honor."

I shook my head at my best friend, bringing myself in front of him.

"You better start showing me the ropes on how to be a Teller."

"Mel bear, Jax is going to melt when he sees you in this dress," my mom hung up the wedding dress we picked out.

I sat down on her temporary bed with a sleeping Abel in my arms.

"You think so? You don't think it's too much?"

"It's perfect. You will make the perfect bride."

My mom closed the closet doors, sitting next to me on the bed.

"Speaking of the wedding, where is the soon to be groom?"

" That's a good question."

The house phone started to ring.

"I got it!," Sack called out from the living room.

Half Sack knocked on the doorframe, getting our attention.

"We have a problem. That was Gemma on the house phone. Jax and the club got arrested."

Gemma and the club's lawyer Rosen came over about an hour after she called the house phone.

"Three million dollars. Where the hell do we get that kind of money? That's bullshit," I sat down next to Gemma after I poured the all of us a cup of coffee.

"That's what I said," Gemma shook her head, pulling out a pack of smokes from her purse.

"What about a bond?", my mom asked, pouring sugar into her coffee.

"You could do that, but that's set at three hundred thousand."

" I have about 100, 000 just sitting in the bank. Let's use that toward the bail."

"That's enough to get out Clay, Jax, maybe Bobby."

"No. They won't leave the rest of the club behind," Gemma chimed in.

"I could post the house."

"Mine too," Linda nodded.

"I could sell my car, maybe put in some extra hours at work," I offered, feeling bad about breaking my promise to Jax.

"We'll figure something out," Gemma took a long drag from her cigarette.