*******FLASHBACK********

By the time we made it to the door, Juice had mercifully put me back on my feet. He was carrying my backpack, so I was able to wrap myself around his left arm. Thankfully it was dark enough out that with my hair hanging loose down to my waist and me being in my street clothes, I was fairly confident that no one would recognize me.

I know a lot of the guys in the MC think that Juan Carlos is slightly touched, that he isn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but I know for a fact that that isn't true. He was bright enough to catch onto the fact that I wasn't keen on his brothers, my coworkers, finding out that we were hooking up and was able to help me disguise myself with minimal effort.

"Oi! Juicy Boy! We're all getting set up in the clubhouse," Chibs called out from somewhere behind us.

Juan wrapped his left arm around my waist to make it easier for me to hide my face against his neck. I may or may not have taken that as an opportunity to nibble at his neck while I was there, but I'll leave that up to your imagination.

"My girl's kind of shy, so we're gonna head back to my place to get to know each other better."

I could practically hear the lecherous grin Chibs' face as he called out, "Have fun!"

We then nearly ran to his motorcycle after that. Juan passed me my backpack to slip onto my shoulders before he handed me a helmet. After he was settled in his seat, I made myself completely comfortable behind him and wrapped myself around his back.

Happy met Chibs at the door to help him carry in the crates of liquor and boxes of beer the other man had lined up by the door. He immediately noticed the motorcycle leaving the parking lot and asked, "Where's Juice going?"

"His girl would prefer not to be part of any group activities."

"His…? I thought all of the girls were already inside."

Chibs just shrugged as he juggled the box in his hands slightly to get a more comfortable grip on it. He was so focused on not dropping his load that he didn't notice Happy discreetly survey his eyes over the parking lot for any stray vehicles.

He started to scowl when his eyes landed on what he thought was a familiar looking dark blue Dodge Dakota. Before he could notice it was missing some of the bells and whistles the truck mistook it for had, both doors opened and two scantily clad girls got out.

Chibs bumped Happy with his elbow saying, "Looks like the party's still growing, Brother. Why don't you help me carry these in?"

My arms tightened around Juan's waist as we rode. Although a motorcycle wasn't my preferred mode of transportation, this wasn't my first time on the back of someone's bike. However, I'm pretty sure my dad would have found it odd if I tucked my nose into the juncture of the spot where his neck turned into his shoulder like I was with Juan Carlos. His skin was so warm and he was covered in the inviting scent of worn leather. How could I not get completely lost in his comforting scent?

"You doing okay back there?" Juan called out while we were stopped at a red light.

I kissed the side of his neck then let my hands fall below his belt. I quickly found the zipper on his fly and slowly started to slide it open as my reply.

Juan's right hand crushed min to cease its movement as he laughed uncomfortably.

"Mia, if you keep doing that, we'll never make it back to my place."

"So… Let's not make it back to your place."

He tried to turn around to see my face to gauge how serious I was in that moment. When I wouldn't let him move my hand, he squeezed it then said, "As much as I would love to get picked up for public nudity with you, I don't think Jax would approve."

That comment finally got me to let go of his fly. Hmm… The MC finding out I got caught in public during a lewd act with Juice? Yeah, that REALLY wouldn't go over well for me either… at all.

"Fine. But hurry up or I can't be held responsible for what happens and if it causes us to wreck."

The red light felt like it was taking forever to change, so Juan gunned his motor and just sped through it. He almost popped a wheelie as he went through the intersection, causing me to tighten my hold on his waist. I knew exactly why he took a couple of corners tighter than he normally would, so I squeezed his waist tightly in appreciation.

When we made it to his house (safe and sound despite his lack of regard for many traffic laws), I let him park his baby properly without distraction before I practically launched myself at him. He helped me to wrap my legs around his waist so that he could carry me up the walkway more easily. We practically attacked each other's lips all the way up to the front door of his house.

Once we made it there, I dropped my legs and detached myself from his torso so that he could unlock the door. While I waited for him to fight with the key in the lock, I undid the chin strap on my helmet and pulled it off my head while I let my backpack slip off my shoulders.

Juan opened his front door and barely got out the word 'Welcome' before I was on him again. I dropped his helmet, my backpack and my jacket just inside the front door before I worked at pushing his vest off his shoulders.

Much to my delight, he hadn't touched his fly, so I didn't have to fight too hard to undo it. He worked at his belt buckle while I finished with his zipper and button on his fly.

"How far to your bedroom?" I asked as I took a step back to strip out of my jeans.

He kicked the door closed replying, "It's down the hall and…"

"Too far," I interrupted. I stepped out of my jeans and threw my long-sleeved shirt down on the floor. I knew my lingerie wasn't particularly sexy… Okay, it wasn't sexy at all. They were what I wore to be comfortable at work and were nothing like what I wore if I knew I was going on a date.

I was hoping that he would be distracted by the photorealism tattoo I had on my on my left ribcage, just under my left breast. It was a single Scottish thistle with realistic looking blood droplets falling from its thorns. Where the blood would have normally simply pooled, I instead had a smiley face that looked like it had been created by the dripping blood near my left hip, so it wasn't immediately noticeable. It was a present to myself when I graduated from the University of Washington with my MBA after I found out about my true heritage.

He gently ran his finger tip down the stem of my tattooed flower quietly saying, "Rib tattoo… you don't see one this well done that often… must have hurt like hell…"

I just shrugged and dropped my bra to the floor replying, "It wasn't so bad."

Juan took the hint then and tore off his t-shirt and boxers. Once he was completely naked, I led him by the hand to his couch. He sat down hard and then I turned to walk back over to my backpack.

"Mia?" He called out apprehensively.

"Shh…" I pulled something out of my bag with my left index finger against my lips. While I was still close to the door, I made a show of dropping my plain white cotton panties. Juan's eyes seemed to be laser focused on my breasts, so I pinched my left nipple then trailed my left hand southward. Thankfully his eyes followed my hand because they went wide when they reached the space between my legs.

"Not all landing strips are a bad thing," I commented as I traced two fingers over my own until I hit my moist center. I lifted my fingers to show him the glistening of the wetness I had gathered on my fingertips. He reached out for my hand and didn't hesitate to pull my fingers into his mouth.

While he thoroughly cleansed each digit, I reached down to make sure I help to get him as hard as possible. He didn't appear to be in any hurry to give me the use of both of my hands any time soon, so I leaned down and whispered, "Baby, I can't do this one handed."

At first, I didn't think he had heard me, but then I felt him remove the condom from my hand. His tongue continued to stroke the pads of my fingers as I heard him rip open the package and put it to use. He finally let my fingers fall out of his mouth when he was sheathed and ready for me to mount him.

I placed my left hand on his shoulder to support myself as my right hand held him steady so that I could impale myself on his length. Once I was seated in his lap, we just stared at each other for a couple of breaths.

The only movements I felt from Juan Carlos was his hands moving from my hips and up my back. He seemed to be more than content with me setting the pace, so I leaned down and placed a slow, deep kiss on his lips.

"Make love to me, Juan Carlos," I whispered against the shell of his ear. "Make me scream like no man has ever heard before."

Somehow during the night, we managed to make it back into JC's room. When I woke up, I was sore all over, but there was no power on Earth that could wipe the smile off of my face.

Just as I had requested, JC had made me scream. If I was a religious woman, I would be making my way to Mass to beg for forgiveness for the blasphemous words he caused me to cry out at the top of my lungs. Lucky for both of us, I wasn't, so snuggling with him suited me just fine. Now when he called out 'Mia', it sounded less like my name and more like a possessive pronoun. Likewise, the names 'Juice' and 'Juan Carlos' were quickly replaced with the unique moniker, 'JC', that only I used for him.

After my eyes drifted open, I laid in JC's arms with a bliss filled smile on my face. Nothing about this day had gone according to plan, but I can't say that I was bothered in any way by the events that had taken place. The first time I laid eyes on Juan Carlos Ortiz, I instinctively knew that he would be an interesting man to get to know better and JC hadn't disappointed, especially as a lover.

Still wrapped protectively in JC's arms, I rolled over onto my side to try to fall back asleep when something caught my eye. On the wall was the familiar drawing of the Reaper holding his scythe that almost everyone in the MC had tattooed on some part of their body. Above the sphere with the Anarchist's 'A' inside of it were red numbers. Numbers that said that I had been at JC's house for nearly four hours. And only one of those had been spent resting or sleeping.

"Shit," I cursed out softly and with a lot of feeling.

There really was nothing I WANTED to do more than to curl up and fall asleep, but I couldn't allow myself to do that. For everyone's safety I NEEDED to get home, as soon as humanly possible.

JC appeared to be sound asleep, so I slowly shifted on the bed until I was facing him. His arms finally fell away from my body as he rolled onto his back. I almost laughed at how easily he unconsciously was making my escape.

I carefully leaned in and kissed his cheek softly. "Thank you for tonight, JC. It was… beyond my wildest dreams."

Before I could force myself out of his bed, I couldn't help but to kiss his lips one last time. The odds of us having a repeat of tonight were getting slimmer with every minute that I wasn't out the door and on my way home, so I tried to soak it all in while I still had a chance. I had a lot of great things happening in my life now that I was living in Charming and at this moment, I truly wished JC could be a part of it all with no questions asked.

I was moving a little stiffly as I tried to gather up my clothing in the living room, so I was much slower than I would have liked to have been right then. I did a quick clean up in the half bath by the living room, so JC found me on the couch as I was trying to pull all of my clothes back on.

"Is this where I say, 'you're welcome'?" JC asked as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes in the doorway.

He was standing there leaning against the entranceway unabashedly naked, so I forced my focus onto the sole task of getting myself dressed. If I didn't then I would be tempted to… FUCK! I HAD to leave.

"Mia…? Did I…? Hey!" He called out when I didn't reply or attempt to look his way again. He finally caught up with me as I pulled my shirt over my head with my back turned towards him. "Hey! Did I do something wrong? Or hurt you?"

I smoothed my hands down my torso and over my jeans before I turned to look at him. He was still completely naked, so I quickly diverted my gaze to my feet.

Shoes. I need to find my shoes.

"No, you… you did everything right," I answered, still refusing to look at him. I picked up my sneakers and sat down on the couch again to put them on.

JC rushed to sit down beside me and tried to still my hands. "Okay… But if I did everything right, then why are you rushing out of here like you don't want to get caught by my old lady?"

"Because I am… well, sort of. I'm so sorry, but I really need to get home." I continued to refuse to look at him as I got off the couch and rushed to pick up my backpack. "I'll call a cab so that you can go back to sleep."

"Mia? No… No! Stop!" He grabbed my phone before I could finish dialing the number. "Mia, please stop. Please… Please, look at me."

Slowly, I raised my eyes to his face. That was a big mistake. No, a HUGE mistake. I should have kept my stupid eyes on our stupid hands because that was the moment when the first tears appeared.

JC of course noticed them right away, so there was no chance of me trying to cover them up. "Mia? Baby, what's wrong? Why…? Why are you about to burst into tears?"

I took a deep breath then calmly answered, "I'm sorry, JC, I shouldn't have kissed you. I moved down here to work after I was kicked out of my family home, I… I didn't come to Charming to hook up with anyone from the MC."

JC nodded then said, "Fine. So… I guess we don't just hook up." I stared at him blankly, so he approached me cautiously adding, "You… you could be my old lady. Then no one at the garage can say anything about us being together."

"But you barely even know me," I whispered against his lips as he moved in to kiss me.

He didn't stop until he pressed his lips against mine. I momentarily melted into his embrace until I remembered that I need to push him away. I needed to do it now. I HAD to leave his house.

"I know enough to know I don't want us to end at tonight. Mia, please tell me… what can I do? How can I fix this?"

I let him hug me close before I hoarsely answered, "You can get dressed." He pushed me at arms' length to give me a wide-eyed, concerned look. "So that you can give me a ride home. I'm so sorry, but if you want there to be any chance of this becoming an 'us', then I need to get home. I… I can't break my promise this way."

That seemed to finally break through to him. "Terms of your employment."

He didn't word it as a question, so I didn't answer him. He seemed to accept that reasoning, so I just went with it. He kissed me briefly and then quickly retrieved all of the clothes I had stripped off him in the living room. I started to feel so guilty about not being able to be completely honest with him that I actually had to flee his house before I did or said something stupid, like taking him back to his bedroom to apologize for worrying him so much right now.

JC found me beside his motorcycle, pacing with his helmet in my hands and mumbling to myself. When he approached, I could see all of his unasked questions in his eyes. I quickly wrapped my hand around the back of his neck to pull him in for a kiss then said, "Thank you for tonight, Juan Carlos. If nothing else, this will be a night I will never forget."

"Me neither, Maria."

I felt my nose scrunch up as I put his helmet onto my head once again. "Yuck. Your given name is so much sexier than mine. That right there proves life isn't fair."

"Alright, I guess that means you're Mia from now on."

I settled in behind him and sighed happily then replied, "Being your Mia… I like the sound of that… a lot."

JC hugged my arms around his waist then said, "I do too. So…? You'll give me directions to your place?"

"Of course."

It was silly, clichéd and sounded like a school girl fantasy, but as I made myself comfortable behind him, I felt like I belonged there. This seat on J.C'.'s bike was MY seat and my seat alone. As soon as that thought formed in my head, I should have jump off his bike, even if it killed me.

Shoulda… woulda… coulda… But didn't.

"Uhh… Mia…? Is this the right place?"

I reluctantly lifted my head from its resting place between his shoulder blades. When I saw my house come into view, I nodded replying, "Third one on the right."

His bike slowed down significantly as we made our final approach. That didn't really bother me because it meant that I got to spend more time with him, even if it was inadvertent.

"Oh… Fuck… Me…"

I squeezed my arms around his waist replying, "Pretty sure I already did that. At least half a dozen times tonight."

Once he had the bike parked, JC jumped off it. I had to catch myself to keep from falling off, so I followed him at a much slower pace.

Once I was standing on my own two feet, JC stalked over to my side and pulled my shirt up so that he could see the small smiley face tattoo above my left hip properly for the first time. His eyes went comically wide as all of the color drained from his face.

"Holy shit. You're… You're… Fuck… You're Happy's Old Lady."

"What?!" I called out as I pulled my shirt down and stepped away from him. "No… GROSS! I am NOT fucking Happy… Eww… in any way shape or form."

Juice didn't look like he believed me as he said, "That right there? That's HIS bike! THIS is HIS house! If you aren't his Old Lady, then who the hell are you? Why did you have me bring you here?"

I stood there too stunned to move for a second. As he started to rant, JC started to pace, so I caught his face in my hands to force him to look me in the eye. "If you would stop for a second and think about it, it makes sense. Happy… He's… He's a little old for my liking. But, yes… I do live with him." None of that seemed to sink in at all, so I maintained steadfast eye contact and slowly said, "Stop… Think… I live with Happy, but sleeping with him…"

I didn't have to fake the shudder that ran down my spine to cut off the rest of my words.

"Oh… my… God. Fuck… FUCK! I am so dead." After taking in a couple of breaths, JC stepped out of my hold and got very serious as he asked, "Why the fuck didn't you tell me you were Happy's daughter before I took you home and… and… and slept with you?"

I felt my hands hit the sides of my thighs and finally broke eye contact. I couldn't find it in myself to look at him as I replied, "Mostly because I didn't want to scare you away. I'm sorry. I… I really just want to know how… I just wanted to get to know you better."

"But he'll fucking KILL me for touching you."

I tried not to laugh because I knew my dad's reputation all too well. But I was my Daddy's little girl. I had him wrapped around my pinky and could make him do things he normally wouldn't dream of doing. Things like forgiving his Brother for 'taking advantage of' his little girl.

"Only if he finds out. Even then… only if you upset or hurt me."

"Alright. So, what's your solution?"

I stared at him and tried my best to channel my dad's strength so that I wouldn't break down into the tears that wanted to overtake me because I really hated this solution, even if it was the most logical. "We can part ways now and just forget that tonight ever happened…"

When I paused there, he thankfully asked, "Or?"

"Or…" I placed a soft kiss on his lips then answered, "Or we can keep this night of debauchery to ourselves and have a few more. When or if the time comes, I'll sit Dad down and tell him about us. But until then, we can have fun and if that's all this is then he never needs to know about us."

"Mia… I don't know. That's kind of…"

"I know, JC. But, if you decide to back out, then he'll never need to know. I swear. He only finds out when we're both ready for it and I'll be the one to tell him… alone."

JC kissed me soundly and deeply then huskily said, "Well… Secrets can be fucking hot too."