A/N 2/18/2019: I'm back on using my hotspot. Trying to keep interwebz when your paycheck is being eaten as you support someone who has a hard time finding a job is a pain. So there's that. lol I'm trying not to fall behind on my updates, but that's hard with the saturday OT at work. Anyway, I hope y'all enjoy. Oh! Lemon alert for the end of the chapter. It's been a while since we've seen some lovin' and I think Jax and Ange make a sweet couple, don't y'all?
It was later in the morning that found most of the present members of the SoA, the Redwood charter or otherwise, and a few of the Coven, discussing what needed to be done before they made their way to Belfast.
"We need to find a way to get rid of our current drug holdings. Got an unofficial warning from Unser that he's being monitored. I don't want any of that shit here should we get a surprise visit," Clay said.
"We were able to get rid of the stuff with street value easy enough, thanks to Lumpy. But the HIV protocol stuff-, that's something we're going to have to find a way to peddle to a needy clinic," Tig said.
"Doc? Any ideas?" Clay asked Carlisle.
"I've got one or two in the area. Give me an hour. Information is going to cost you though. 3 percent. And that's the friendly discount," he said with a small smirk.
"I don't see a problem with that," Clay responded. "We're not exactly hard up for the cash. I just want it gone by the end of the day. Call it a 'just in case'." Carlisle nodded, and dug out his phone.
"Where are we at with the Mayans?" Opie asked.
"Based on that delivery schedule, that dope shipment's set to leave for Stockton today at 1:00," Tig informed them.
"Now, that rout from Lodi to Stockton is all main roads and highways. No place off the grid to take it down," said Piney.
"Then let's get creative," said Jax. "They're trying to stay under the radar, right? Means there won't be too many bodies."
"What time is the meet set with Alvarez?" asked Clay.
"3:00. I left word for him at his warehouse. Hopefully he'll show," Tig said.
"We snatch up his heroin, he'll show," Clay said assuredly as he rose. "We got a vote to get out. Gotta get Chibs and Charlie on the horn for their votes since they both refused a proxy. Promised they'd both be awake."
"I got my transfer letter," Kozik said, handing the said letter to Clay.
"Oh, good. All right, we got the prospects and Happy inside. Let's get it done."
"Hey, give me a minute?" Kozik asked Tig as the dark haired man rose.
"Look, man, I know-" Kozik fumbled, toppling a beer bottle in his nervous state. He righted it. "I know-"
Tig, whose focus remained on the now foaming bottle, was getting impatient. "What? What do you know?"
"I'm not expecting you to be okay with this," Kozik finally managed.
"Good." Tig went to go inside but his attention was again pulled to the hopeful transfer as he spoke again.
"I can be an asset to the charter, all right? I'm just asking you to give me a chance."
Tig let Kozik stew in his silence for a couple of moments, before asking, "You done?"
"Yeah." And with that, Tig entered the clubhouse.
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
It was to a unanimous vote of 'yea's' that had Clay hammering the gavel down and ordering the new prospects into room around the redwood. Tig opened the door and three young men, barely out of boyhood, entered, as he picked up three kuttes with a prospect rocker on the bottom.
"Well, boys. The easy part is over," he said, punctuating the last three words as he handed over the kuttes.
"I get it, man," said one of the three idiots eagerly.
"Shut up!" Jax bellowed. "You don't say anything unless a member tells you to."
"Prospect period ends minimum one year today," Tig put in, before Bobby took over.
"Dues are 75 bucks a month, due on the first."
"Welcome," said Clay as he let out a huff of cigar smoke. "Don't get yourself killed."
"And get the hell out of here," Opie said softly but in a demanding tone. They all filed out again, but, like the newbies they were, they forgot something.
"Shut the door!" All of the brothers yelled at them. The last one out, a prospect named Filthy Phil, hurried back to do their bidding. There were soft chuckles at the poor new idiot prospects.
"I got two requests for transfer, one from Tacoma, one from the nomads. Chibs? You and Charlie on the line?" Clay asked an open phone on speaker in front of them.
"Aye. We're here. Izzy, too, as she had a request of her own," came the reply.
"How are you doing, Izzy-girl?" Tig asked in worry.
"Callum and I are doing good, Tiggy. You'll meet your godson when you get here," she said. Tig's entire face was nearly split in half by his smile.
"Kozik and Happy both want to be a part of SAMCRO," Clay said, getting back to the topic at hand. "Just want to say, from me, both these guys would make welcome additions. And, to be honest, we need you. So… let's vote it. Happy? Yea."
"Yea."
"Yea."
"Aye," came Chib's vote, followed by Charlie's 'yea'.
"Yea."
"Yes," rumbled Piney.
"Yea."
"Yeah."
So it came down to Jax, who took a moment, letting everyone wait in anticipation, before a mischievous grin gave him away. "Yeah!"
Clay hit the gavel, making it official. "Kozik, yea."
"Nay," Tig said, freezing the jubilant atmosphere.
"Jesus Christ. Really?" Clay asked. Tig shook his head.
"I don't trust him, man." Clay took up the gavel, but hesitated before hitting it angrily, ending the vote.
There was a moment of silence before Jax addressed the phone. "Izzy? What was your request?"
"Otto. How long was his sentence for originally?" she asked.
"6 years for second degree murder and grand theft auto," Clay said.
"Is it really a necessity for him to continue to be inside? I'm assuming he's an asset for knowing what goes on and how to get protection and whatnot, but how useful is he now?" she asked.
Clay nodded, seeing her point. The man was now practically blind, and that wasn't too safe in Stockton. "We could do without his input. Lenny of the first 9 is still on the inside. He can take over the AB network and still maintain our ties to the Russian mafia easily enough. What do you have in mind?"
"An early anniversary present for Luann," Bella said, and they could all hear her smile.
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
Everyone exited Church, celebrating Happy's transfer from the Nomads, Bobby handing him his new patches and pulling him into a rough hug. Kozik stuck near Clay.
"Sorry, man. I thought he was on board," Clay said to him consolingly.
"Whatever."
"You stick around, you understand?"
"Yeah. Tig just wants you to know how big his dick is. We'll vote again in a couple weeks. You'll be SAMCRO," Jax said with surity.
"Yeah? I'm going to start the healing," Kozik said, walking quickly up to Tig and punching him in the soft tissue between his shoulder blade and spine. Tig went down, but Piney helped him up. The others staying out of it, however.
"You son of a bitch," Tig said lowly.
"No fun getting sucker punched, is it?" Kozik challenged.
"No, it's not!" Tig tackled Kozik, starting the brawl as Juice went and quickly moved tables and stools out of the way. Filthy Phil wanted to intervene, but Jax held him back.
"Should we do anything?" he asked, gesturing to the fighting men.
"Yeah. Get some brooms," Jax instructed. "There's a lot of shit to clean up."
"Boys!" Bobby yelled, though he knew better than to physically get in between the two. Kozik grabbed onto the front of Tigs shirt to try and throw him off, but Tig merely steadied himself by grabbing onto Kozik.
"Don't dance! Hit him!" Happy yelled, the blood thirsty glint in his eye. Kozik jumped onto Tig's back, and Tig proceeded to elbow Kozik hard, repeatedly, before he bit into the younger man's hand. Kozik let go and pushed Tig away. Though the former Marine didn't stay away long as he rushed Kozik once again.
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
"I got a clinic," Carlisle told Clay as he walked into the bar. He looked around at the mild devistation and the clearly beat up Tig and Kozik before focusing again on the SoA president. Seeing that the wounds were mostly superficial and easily being taken care of by the two themselves, he ignored them and spoke again.
"Me, Jasper, Jax, and Bobby? We'll have to go light. They're medical professionals. Spook easily. Seeing bikers may put them off, though I have no problem with them being there."
Clay nodded. "Done deal. We'll get this shit settled and then fly to Belfast."
"Speaking of, we have the way covered. Just need a bit of cash for fuel. The Coven's mother charter is sending their jet. You chip in, we got your backs there and home."
Clay smiled and shook Carlisle's hand.
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
It was time to get the insurance needed for the meet with Alvarez. They had found the transport van easily enough. Opie pulled their black van up next to the Calaveras' as if it was just another day, and Happy gladly cracked the sliding door and shot out the rear driver's side tire with is silenced gun before pulling back once more.
The two Calaveras on bikes pulled over with their shipment drivers as Piney and Kozik pulled in behind them with the tow truck.
"Looks like you fellas need some help?" Piney said.
"Tire blew," one of the men said, stating the obvious.
"Doing construction up ahead. You probably picked up a bolt," Kozik explained. "We've been making runs out here all week."
"Looks like you're going to need a new rim. There's a tire shop up off of Mills. I can hook you up and pull you in," Piney offered. "40 bucks."
No one answered, and Piney and Kozik fibbed non interest. "No skin off my nose," Piney shrugged.
"Just handle it soon. The cops'll tow you after three," Kozik said over his shoulder.
"Alright," called the old driver just as they were getting to the tow truck. "My guy's gonna ride with you."
Piney and Kozik shrugged and nodded as they made ready to tow the van.
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
Kerrianne hummed to her baby brother as she rocked him in his sleep. Bella and Chibs watched on, soft smiles on their faces.
"I was afraid you wouldn't take to Callum so easily. That you'd think I had replaced you or somethin'," Chibs said to her as he held Bella's hand. Kerrianne shook her head.
"No. Da, I remember a lot more than mom or Jimmy ever thought. I remember making breakfast with you. Pillow and blanket forts at Christmas. Bedtime stories filled with daring fights that invaded my dreams. Memories that I held dearer to me than anything they did with or for me. I was only around 5 when you left, but I still knew that it was their fault I no longer had my da. A fault I never forgot for forgave them for."
"I should have come back for you sooner," he said despairingly.
"It wouldn't have done you any good. Might've even gotten you killed. You're here now, and with a brother I will do anything to see grow up happier than myself. I can already tell you his mother is a lot… more, in every way, than my own," she said, smiling at Bella.
"She was still your mother. I'm just sorry there was no other way to save myself," Bella said sadly.
Chibs growled. "Don't you dare start feeling sorry for Fiona, Izzy. It's because of her and that bastard O'Phalen I missed Callum's birth. She would have killed you and gladly handed over Callum to see herself freed from Jimmy."
"Aye, but she was also doing it for her daughter. A sentiment I can easily empathize with now. I'm not condoning it, by any means. But I can understand why. Jimmy is a monster. A scary one when you don't have any protection."
Kerrianne nodded, thinking on the times he managed to corner her. But no more. She was safe. With her father and his new Old Lady.
"So. Now that reunions are out of the way, we have a wedding to plan. Where are your friends? The Marauders?" Kerrianne asked, trying for nonchalance and just failing.
"Why? Have a thing for Remus?" Bella teased. Chibs sat up straight, turning his full attention to his daughter, who blushed and looked away.
"No. But Sirius isn't so bad lookin'," she mumbled. Izzy's grin turned predatory.
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
Piney turned onto a dirt paved road just down the road from the exit they needed, taking the winding path to his waiting brothers.
"Hey, where the hell are you going?" asked his and Kozik's tag a long.
"A shortcut," Kozik said cooly, before elbowing the kid in the face and pushing him out the truck's door. Piney picked up speed as the two Calaveras following them slowed to see their comrade rolling in the road before catching up to the truck.
Juice, Tig, Happy, Opie, and Bobby all waiting in a line as Piney and Kozik passed them with their weapons drawn. As the Calaveras rolled up, expecting to draw their own guns and start firing, they were halted at the sight of the Sons all firing just enough to scare them off. Which worked like a charm as they promptly turned tail and rode off, heads down.
Once in the clear, they pulled out an oil drum and popped it open, digging in the detergent to find the bags they were looking for.
"Think I found the prize," Opie said, pulling out a bag and opening it.
"Juice, pop the others," Tig said to the junior member.
"Got it."
Reaching in, Bobby pulled out a handful of half filled water balloons. Only it wasn't water they were holding. Bobby was laughing as Tig held out a knife, the tip with a small pile of white powder balanced on it. Bobby dipped his pinky into it and licking the powder. His eyes widened as the taste registered in his sinuses and his brain.
"That'll get rid of some stains," he quipped.
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~~
The Sons plus Jasper met with Alvarez. His Calaveras boy toy fuming over his still busted up face and his botched ambush on Juice.
"What is this, Clay?" Alvarez asked, as he saw the Grim Bastards with him.
"We know you're patching over the Calaveras."
"Cutting and bagging heroin at the janitorial supply house, piping it to Stockton," Jax said.
"If you're here to declare war, consider it already on," Alvarez said.
"We're tired of getting bloody," Clay said. "Your attack at the wake, our showdown with what was left of Zobelle's crew- Why don't we just call it even?"
"Too much history to be even, Clay."
"That's my point. We've been doing this too long, Marcus. Nobody ever wins."
"Get to the point, ese." Clay looked over at Tig, and with a gesture, the Sergent at Arms showed the Mayan president their recent ambush haul.
"I think that you lost something," he said, holding up a handful of the balloons. Alvarez got angry and turned on the Calaveras lacky.
"You stupid little shit!" he bellowed, taking the man by his kutte and yelling at him in spanish.
"Moving high risk cargo is tricky. Things tend to get lost in transit. However, if it comes across our borders again, we can not only guarantee safe passage to Stockton, but see you not loose those connections now that neither Zobelle or Ule are in the picture."
"And that's why you're patching over these idiots, right?" Jax asked. "So shit like this don't happen? We got a better idea. Our brothers in Lodi are more capable, and with our support, your new enterprise is protected."
There was silence for a moment before Clay started again. "We're trying to make peace here."
"And how much is peace gonna cost me, Clay?"
"I'll let the Bastards negotiate their own fee. For us, just a toll. 25K a run."
"We'll consider this the first run," Jax said.
"Last time we made a deal, I lost my son," Alvarez pointed out.
"And you tried to negotiate with Darby to assassinate me. It's what we do. It ain't personal. It's just about the cash. This is the best play for both of us." Alvarez thought for a moment. Then he went to have a whispered conversation with his VP before coming back.
"Okay."
"Means no Mayan charter in Lodi," Jax said.
"Shit," he scoffed. "None of these bitches would have made the cut anyhow."
"This is bullshit, Alvarez. You can't..." but what the Mayan president could or couldn't do was never made clear as his VP took offense to this nobody speaking up against him, decking him so hard in his already busted up face that it took the Calaveras president a while to regain his bearings.
"I need one more thing. There's a rat up at St. Thomas. Testifies at the end of the week."
"Pozo," Jax said connecting the dots.
"Yeah. You handle that, and we're good."
Clay looked at Jax and they both nodded. "Handled," Clay said as he offered his hand. Everyone shook hands. "I'm glad we found your merchandise."
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
"You and your old man got a plan for this little gathering?" Sirius asked. Bella nodded.
"You, Remus, the Sons, a handful of Coven members. It's small compared to what it could have been, believe me."
Remus shook his head. "I'll never know how so many dangerous people just seem to be drawn to you. You're a bloody danger magnet," he said.
"What about your friends from The Pack. I could have sworn you'd have one or two there with you," Sirius asked.
"No. The only reason those of the Coven that will be there will be, is because they came, apologized, and in one form or another, remained in my life. The Pack apologized, but none came and tried to be friends again. Those bridges are well and truly charcoal."
Sirius hmm'd. "So, you got a place?"
"Siobhan and Liam have offered their place. They have a decent back pasture space that opens up to a decent wood. Perfect Old World feel for a wedding," she beamed. "Kerrianne is getting in touch with Filip's sister and nephew as we speak."
"Ah, the delectable Miss. Telford. Full of fire that one," Sirius said. Bella shook her head.
"You're asking to be flayed alive. You may be treated to the father-boyfriend talk if you decide to pursue her, Paddy."
"Worth it," he tells her simply.
"Just keep in mind, she's half your age." Sirius shrugged.
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
Ernest Darby was currently thinking over his recent choices. Thinking that it might be time to retire from the drug trade. Especially since his last failure ended up with him being well and truly deep fried over 30% of his body. His arms were bandaged, but still seeping. His face looked like stretched, folded, and freeze dried taffy. And his movements were still exceedingly stiff. He had just settled onto the observation bench when he heard an unknown male voice talking to a doctor outside his room. Nothing new, just two doctors talking about medication. It was the name Jax that piqued his interest.
"Why don't you come out back and see for yourself? Jax is right down the hall," the man offered.
Darby stiffly got up and went to his door, opening it just a crack to see two men in lab coats greet none other than Jax Teller.
"Hey. How you doing?" Jax asked, shaking one doctor's hand.
"This is Dr. Percy. This is Jax," the blonde Doctor introduced the other. Darby followed their progress out of the clinic through his room window, getting a front row seat to the exchange.
"Expiration's good. These are all Alcott Labs, Jerry. Nothing's generic," Carlisle said. Dr. Percy put the two bottles he was examining back in with the others.
"These are great," he said.
"We'll need the money by the end of the day," Jax said.
"I'm not sure if I can get it all. Still county money. Lot of red tape." Jax looked to Carlisle who gave a small smile and nodded.
"Take it," Jax said. The doctor started gathering the bags, and as he went to take the one Jax was holding, Jax held on for a moment. "Get us what you can."
"Thank you," Dr. Percy said.
"Son of a bitch. Sam Crow's in the drug business," Darby said lowly as he watched the exchange.
~~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~~
Darby met Jacob Hale at the local watering hole, sitting down and taking a small bit of pleasure in ruining the white collar's day.
"How's that pie?" he asked.
"Fresh. What do you want, Darby?" the elder Hale asked.
"I think you might be interested in what I have to say."
"Oh, I can't wait," Hale snarked.
"Saw Jax Teller and an associate at the Kettleman Clinic. They were moving illegal scrips," he said with a smirk.
"And how do you know they were illegal?"
"I know an illegal drug buy when I see one," Darby said, quickly cutting him off.
"The Sons are in the dope business?" he asked skeptically.
"It would appear that way. They probably got a garage full of Oxy."
"And why are you sharing this with me and my pie?" Hale asked.
"Cause I want these assholes to suffer. The cops in this town are in Clay's pocket, and after what happened to your little brother I think that you'd have an ax to grind with the Sons, too," Darby explained.
"You want me to get rid of your competition," Hale concluded.
"Nah, I ain't in the game anymore. Nords are done and almost getting burned to death tends to make one rethink one's priorities."
"Revenge isn't exactly taking the high road," Hale said skeptically, scratching behind his ear.
"Well, just 'cause I ain't dirty doesn't mean that I'm a saint. You got the information. You do what you want. Just figured I'd share the misery and try to do a little good to make up for my shit," Darby said, leaving the booth.
~~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
"Yeah, I'll- Okay, I'll tell him," Officer Eglee said, hanging up the phone. She then turned to a passing Unser.
"That was the Sanwa Sherriffs. Planning a raid on the Son's Clubhouse. Want us to assist," she said, turning to the paperwork at her desk. Unser hesitated but a moment before continuing to his office, contemplating his next move.
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
Opie exited the elevator with a small bouquet of flowers. He went up to the desk officer.
"Here to see Angela Weber," he said.
"Uh, Miss. Weber isn't in the room. Went to speak to a nurse about prenatal workup," he said, consulting his computer.
"Mind if I wait?" Opie asked.
"Sure." Opie sat down just outside the closed ward, where an officer was standing guard outside Pozo's room. He looked through the glass in the door and gave Chucky the signal. Said Chucky then pulled the fire alarm and started whooping and hollering, drawing the attention of the guard.
"Is this real?" asked the desk officer.
"I don't know," the guard responded, before he looked to see who was making a racket. "Hey! I know that son of a bitch!" he said, chasing Chucky. Opie sent a text stating the coast was clear.
Kozik and Tig came through in maintenance uniforms and a ladder, which they used to block the camera pointing towards Pozo's room. Kozik stood guard as Tig went to inject his IV with cyanide from a syringe he had pulled from a tool box they had brought with. Only Pozo woke and punched Tig out of the way, causing him to drop the needle. Kozik went and held him down.
"Come on, come on. Get the cyanide," Kozik said lowly. Tig knelt to find the needle, with no luck.
"I can't find it."
"Are you kidding me?!" Kozik asked.
"Shit!"
Pozo grabbed Kozik's hair, but he used the chance and butted his forehead against the patient's nose hard enough to knock him out.
"Jesus Christ!" Kozik said in pain.
"What the hell are you doing, man? We can't hurt this guy," Tig said, though they were there to do more than that.
"Just do it," Kozik demanded, posing the rat, as though he were sleeping as Tig injected the IV with the poison he had found.
In the hall, Opie saw the two guards return with Chucky in toe. He took out his burner and sent a quick text to the two assassins as he got up and stalled them.
"Hey, what'd he do?"
"You know this guy?" one guard demanded.
"Yeah, sort of," Opie said calmly.
"Well, he's sort of under arrest for reckless endangerment and making a false report," the desk guard said as he manhandled Chucky into his office.
"Idiot," he said, as the door guard went passed him.
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
"Brains before bullets, asshole!" Tig yelled to Kozik.
"Really?"
"You slammed the side of his head. Wham! Okay, now if they see that, that's gonna point to homicide."
"And cyanide won't?" Kozik demanded.
"His heart stopped! Could be for a hundred reasons. I mean, even if they do an autopsy, it'll take days. We'll be long gone."
"Well, if you didn't let the little bitch clock you, this never would have happened, right?"
"Yeah."
"Enough. Enough!" Clay yelled. "You blocked the only camera. There's no witnesses or prints. We're all right."
Just then, they heard a ruckus outside the meeting room. "Sanwa County Sheriff! Everybody get down! Down!" They heard. They all rushed out of the room only to be pushed to the ground. Sheriff Eglee, who was on somewhat of an even ground with the club, apologized to Jax before she made him eat the floor.
It took the better part of an hour for the cops to start leaving as they found nothing that would lead them to be arrested. Only a few were left as the Sons gathered near the picnic tables.
"Clubhouse and garage are all clean. No pharmaceuticals," the heard an officer call to Unser.
"This ain't about Pozo. This is search and seizure," Jax said softly.
"They're looking for scrips," Bobby said.
"How the hell did they know?" Juice asked.
"This is bullshit," Clay said as Tig got a call.
Clay went to talk to Unser as he got into a cruiser. He grabbed to officer's door before it could be closed.
"What? No kiss at the end of the night? After all, you had put together such a lovely date," snarked Clay.
"I didn't know until the last fucking minute! I sent you a text via the prepay 10 minutes beforehand, but seeing as you had come out of the meeting room, it's obvious you didn't get it," Unser explained. "I told you I was under a fucking microscope. It was the best I could do with Mrs. Fed breathing down my neck for any scrap of shit to pin on the club."
Clay growled and slammed the door, making he way to the others. "We're gonna have to keep our own eye on Cancer boy," Clay said.
"Clay, Carlisle just called. Plane is ready when we are," Tig said. Opie spotted a familiar hybrid pull into the lot and Lyla and Ima got out. Lyla going straight up to Opie as Ima made her way to Jax.
"Tell him we'll head out tomorrow. Give our girls time to get everything together," he said with a smile.
"What were all the cops here for?" Lyla asked the friendly giant.
"Ah, they're just rattling our cages. What's she doing with you?" Opie asked. Lyla looked at the other porn star's progress towards the VP. She shrugged. Gave her a lift on the way here. Figured if she wanted to die at Angela's hands so much, I'd at least get a front row seat. Have you seen Jasper?" she asked him.
"Yeah, said he had an errand to run earlier this morning in Oakland. Said Izzy helped him with something and needed to 'hit while the iron was hot', or something," he said.
Ima went up to Jax as he was putting his helmet on, as she put on her best innocent act. No one seems to have told her that while the act was a perfect act for the porn industry, it was completely too exaggerated for the real world.
"This is probably a bad time, but I was hoping to get a lift home," she said.
Jax scoffed. "You're right, it is a bad time," he snapped as he pulled out.
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
Jax gave a pleasure filled moan as he pistoned his cock in and out of Angela's tight little channel. Her head thrown back as she keened her own pleasure, clawing at his shoulders and leaving a trail of fingernail marks as the feelings inside of her thrashed about, looking for a way to escape but finding no outlet. Jax was being methodical in his mapping of her body. Kissing and licking all of the right erogenous zones until she was a writhing mass of want. Flicking her clit here and there to heighten her feelings, bringing her to the edge, but never quite letting her fall over it. Jax shifted his hips and his cock brushed the perfect spot within her causing Angela to cry out, and lock her ankles around his slim hips. Just being in Ima's presence made him feel dirty. Made him feel like he needed to beg Angel for her forgiveness.
"Jax! Jax, please. Please, let me..." she begged, as her hips continued to rise to meet his every thrust. Jax looked up from her perfect heaving tits to her gorgeously flushed face. Seeing the hungry lust and pure love shining in her eyes, he picked up the pace, hiking a perfectly toned leg up higher as he once again shifted his hips to hit her g-spot and her clit at the same time continuously. Angela went wild as the the coil within her tightened.
"That's it, Angel. Oh, Jesus! Baby, I- Oh, FUCK!"
With one hand tangled in her hair, he brought his other to play with her pert little nipple, standing at attention in her arousal. Angela moaned again just as he bent down and claimed her mouth in a hungry kiss. He could feel her slick walls fluttering around his straining cock, warning of her impending release. It was at this point, his Angel looked up into his eyes and clearly said the words that he would gladly destroy the world to hear.
"I love you," she said with a needy, breathy edge to her voice, as she threw her head back and came. Her walls clenching him like a snug vice. Jax bellowed her name in pure adoration as his finish was pulled from him. He continued to pump into her as every last bit of his seed shot into her, his face buried in the crook of her neck.
"I love you, too, Angel," he said softly back, once he had regained some of his senses. "And nothing will change that."