Holly woke up the next morning with a massive hangover, rolling over and burying her face into the pillow to block out the brightness from the sunlight pouring through the open windows, her head pounding. She couldn't remember anything from the night before, but she knew she was in the clubhouse. She looked over when she realized that the shower was running, sitting up slowly. As the blanket that was covering her fell, she realized that she was completely naked. She looked down at herself for a minute, trying to remember why. Her head hurt even more as she tried to think and she let out a nauseous moan, the pain shooting to her stomach, making her bolt out of bed and rush to the toilet, just barely making it as the bile rose in her throat. She bent over the bowl as she emptied her stomach, gripping the sides tightly as she heard whoever was in the shower come out and go over to hold her hair back. Not that it mattered much. She'd already gotten some of it in her hair.
"Let it out, darlin'."
She threw up for 3 minutes before she was able to stop, groaning in pain as she sat back on her knees and ankles, her hands and frame shaky. She looked back at Jax a bit as he helped her stand up before flushing the toilet. Flashes from the night before coming to her. She slept with Jax. She wanted to be embarrassed and feel guilty, but she couldn't. 1: because she felt horrible right then and 2: because she'd wanted it for so long that she would be happy if she weren't in such pain. She let him get him in the shower and wash her up, leaning against him because she needed the support right then.
"When did I start mixing alcohol?"
"Midnight. You went from wine to vodka to rum to tequila. That's when you got charming."
"How bad was I?"
"You were dancing on the pole to Backstreet Boys."
"Was it at least a good song?"
"It was a slow song."
"Was I any good in bed?"
"You were surprisingly dominant. Although, it didn't last long."
"What do you mean?"
"You started falling asleep after you came."
"Did you get to cum too?"
"On my own."
She winced a bit, letting out a soft groan, her head falling back against his shoulder.
"I really am a fucking idiot."
"No you're not. It wasn't bad considering how plastered you were."
She rolled her eyes as he turned off the water, carrying her into the bedroom before towelling her off. She watched him, taking in his naked form as he grabbed her some comfy clothes, their clothes from yesterday thrown around the room. She got herself dressed as he got dressed, having to tighten the drawstrings on his sweatpants so they wouldn't fall off of her hips.
"I'm gonna go get breakfast for us. What do you want?"
"You should know my hangover food by now, Jax."
"Tacos and mac and cheese, right?"
"A blt and coffee. Lots and lots of coffee. It would be better if you took my car. The keys should be in my purse. Wherever it is."
"I was going to send the prospect to go get it. You just lay back and relax. I'll be back in a bit. Where's your laptop?"
"Plugged in at home."
"I'll have Juice go get it."
"You and Gemma are the only ones that have a key to my place."
"Right. I'll go get it."
Holly pulled into the hospital parking lot, going inside. She wanted to check on Abel for a minute before going to her appointment. She was a bit surprised to see Jax's bike and Gemma's caddy in the parking lot. She walked inside and went to go look for them. Not that it took very long. She went over when she found them, tapping Jax's shoulder.
"What's going on here?"
"Holly? What are you doing here?"
"I have an appointment in a few minutes and I wanted to check in on Abel. Why are you here?"
"You didn't hear about what happened at Fun Town?"
"No. What happened?"
"Oswald's daughter was raped?"
"What? By who?"
"We don't know yet. But Oswald reached out to Clay and I, asking us to find this asshole before the cops do."
"Is Tristen ok?"
"Yeah. Her parents are with her now."
She let out a small sigh of relief as Jax pulled her in for a hug, kissing her head gently.
"You're friends with the Oswalds, right?"
"I'm not gonna be a note passer for you on this. I'm not gonna let you use this little girl's tragedy as a paycheck."
"Holly, please? We need to do this. You know me well enough to know I don't care about the money for this shit. Whoever did this raped a 13 year old girl. You of all people should know I won't handle this shit."
"You won't, but I don't trust Clay's need for money. I never have. So if you can promise me that you'll turn this monster over to Hale then I'll do it. Otherwise, you're on your own."
"You know I can't do that, Holly. We promised Oswald."
"Then you can do it by yourself. And if you ever use that night against you, I'll cut your dick off and feed it to the lions at the zoo. You understand me, Jackson Teller?"
Holly walked away from him and Gemma, going to the elevator to head up to her appointment, giving him a light glare as the doors closed. When her appointment was over half an hour later, she went down to find Karen, tapping her on the shoulder when she went over.
"Holly?"
"Hey, Karen. I just heard about Tristen. Is she ok?"
"She's traumatised."
"I don't blame her. That's horrible, what happened. I'm so sorry."
The two women hugged each other, Holly rubbing Karen's back gently.
"Did she say who did it? Or does she not know?"
"She said it was one of the clowns. Some fat guy who smelled like liquor."
"Poor thing. Is she sleeping right now? I'd love to give her a hug if I could."
"No, she's not. She was playing on her phone when I left. But I need coffee."
"Do you want me to stay with her while you go get some coffee?"
"You don't have to…."
"Go get your coffee, Karen. Tristen will be ok with me. I promise."
"Ok. Thank you, Holly. You're an angel."
She smiled a bit before letting her go, knocking on Tristen's door before walking inside. She'd known the Oswald family since she was a kid. She used to babysit when Tristen was little and was pretty good friends with Karen and Elliot. So Tristen wasn't surprised to see Holly walk inside.
"Hi, Tris. How are you feeling?"
"I'm sore and tired."
"Do you want a hug?"
She went over when Tristen nodded, sitting down on the bed, letting Tristen lean into her, kissing her head gently as she rocked her, hearing the girl start to cry.
"I know it doesn't feel like it now, but you will move past this. One day, you'll be able to think about this and not feel weak or powerless. You'll use this as a motivator to become strong and and as a tool to decide who to trust in the future. But you will always have people who love you and who you can lean on whenever you need to. Me included."
"Thanks, Holly."
"Any time, sweetheart."
She sat with Tristen until Karen came back, hugging Karen before leaving, shutting the door behind her, going over to Jax.
"What did she say?"
"You know what it'll cost for me to tell you."
"I can't, Holly. We made a promise to Elliott and even if I wanted to go back on the promise, I couldn't. So please just tell me and I'll do whatever else you want?"
"No, Jax. That little girl has been through a horrible trauma and I don't care if the president of the US told you to bring this guy to him, I'm not gonna let you use this as an outlaw's version of citizens arrest. You'll have to figure it out for yourself."
"God damnit, Holly! This is important. If we can't bring this guy to Oswald then Clay loses that money, and I'll feel like we can't protect the town that I've been trying to protect."
"The fact that you brought Clay into this at all just solidifies my resolve. You can hate me all you want, but I'm turning my information into Hale. Not you."
Holly sat in her apartment, listening to music and reading, humming to herself. She'd stayed away from the guys for the rest of the day after telling Hale what Tristen told her. Clay called her a couple times and so did Chibs, but she dodged their calls. She sighed deeply when she heard her door open, knowing it was Jax by the sound of his feet walking on the hardwood floor.
"I'm not gonna apologize, Jax. I did what I felt was the right thing to do and I'm not gonna apologize for that."
"I know. That's not why I'm here."
"Then what are you doing here?"
"I'm just here to check on you and tell you what happened. So drop the attitude."
She sat up, putting the book down on the table, watching Jax walked around to sit down on the couch next to her.
"So what happened?"
"We caught the guy. When he came to Clay and I, Elliott said that he wanted to kill the guy himself. But he couldn't do it. He backed out, leaving his knife behind. Clay cut the clown's balls off and sent them to Oswald, but kept the knife."
She shifted in her seat uncomfortably.
"He deserved it, but damn. That's harsh."
She noticed face and how cut up and bruised he was. She figured it was from fighting with the carnies and took Jax's hand gently, leading him into her bedroom, sitting him onto her bed before going to grab her first aid kit. She came back out, tied her hair up into a ponytail and started cleaning Jax up, putting bandaids on his cuts and scrapes, trying not to hurt him. As she put the last bandaid on his hand, she rubbed her thumb over it, thinking to the other night.
"What was the other night, Jax? A drunken night?"
"Are you talking about us sleeping together?"
"What else could I be talking about?"
"I don't know what that was. I do know that even with you as wasted as you were, you were all I could think about. And I haven't been able to stop thinking about you."
"And what about Tara? She and I have never been and will never be friends, but you're still with her. And I doubt she's gonna be thrilled to find out that you slept with me. Even if we were both drunk. And even if you weren't drunk, lie and tell me you were."
He sighed and ran his hand over his face and through his hair, looking at Holly, who was knelt in front of him.
"I don't know, Holly. I don't know what I wanna do here. I thought my time with Tara was done. It's why I got with Wendy. But I never stopped thinking about Tara. And then….I don't know…..something about you changed to me. You became someone I had to get to know like I know Tara. Before the other night, it didn't matter who I was inside, all I could see was Tara's face. But your face has been my nearly every thought for a couple months now."
She had tears dripping down her face, sniffling softly. She couldn't get her thoughts in order at all.
"What are your other thoughts?"
"Abel and the club. And my dad."
"What are your thoughts of me about?"
"How much I want that huge smile you get when you're really happy to be on your face as often as possible. How I want to take you on a ride on my bike and not stop until I run out of money for gas. I sometimes see you at the hospital when you go to visit Abel and how much I wish he was yours and not Wendy's. How I wish that I could've been with you from the beginning instead of Tara."
He brought her hands up to his lips, kissing them gently before leaning over to gently put his forehead against hers, breathing her in. She looked into his eyes for a minute before she stood up, cupping his face gently before pulling him in for a kiss, keeping it slow and passionate until Jax deepened it, pulling her shirt up as he pulled away, laying her down on the bed. She watched him take his clothes off before taking hers off, hovering over her and pressing his lips against hers. Holly wrapped her arms around his neck as she planted her feet flat on the sheets. She hadn't made her bed from last night and in the moment, she couldn't bring herself to think about it, letting out a gasp as she felt him slowly push into her, slowly bottoming out inside of her. Tig had been impressive, but Jax Teller was well hung, thick in the best way and just long enough to hit the right spots inside of her. He hadn't even moved and she was already arching her back and letting out a soft moan. She gripped his arms as he started to move, her fingertips pressing into his skin. He kept his thrusts slow and deep for a little while, each thrust pushing a soft and breathy moan from her throat. She could hear her phone go off in the living room, but she didn't care. All that mattered to her right now was Jax and the pleasure he was giving her. He picked up speed, his thrusts not quite as deep but still amazing. She trailed her hands down to his ass, digging her fingers into his cheeks, her moans louder and more frequent as they both started to sweat a little, their skin shimmering in the moonlight floating in through the open windows. She couldn't bring herself to make any other sounds than her pants and moans, which were mixing with his grunts and groans, both noises growing louder and louder with each passing moment. Holly could her stomach start to tighten, signalling her oncoming orgasm. She could tell Jax could feel her walls trembling around him, burying her face in his neck as she let out an involuntary scream. Hearing her scream because of him seemed to spur him on, because he rolled her over onto her hands and knees, without pulling out of her, going as hard and fast into her as he could, pounding into her her. It didn't take her long to cum around him, but he didn't stop, pounding her through not one, not two, but three orgasms in a row before having to pull out and cum on her back, the whole time Holly was moaning more than a porn star, flopping onto the bed when she finally finished cumming, looking back at him when he came on her. She didn't know where they would go, but she'd certainly enjoy the ride.