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Chapter 10
Wednesday, May 14th, 1997
"Where are we going!? Tara asked excitedly.
Jax chuckled. He reached over and interlaced their fingers together. Bringing her hand to his lips, Jax kissed her knuckles softly. "You'll see, babe. We are almost there."
Tara turned to look out the window.
"I haven't been in the beach in so long."
"Since when?" he asked keeping their fingers locked together as he drove to their destination.
"Like a year before Madison killed herself. Katie, her mom, Madison, and I went to Coronado Beach in San Diego. Katie and I made sandcastles all day. Got so burnt I looked like a dried tomato," Tara reminiscent a small smile tugging at her lips.
"One of the good ones?" Jax asked.
"Yea," Tara whispered. "Madison barely had any good days at that point. It was all dark and gloomy in the last year of her life."
"Where was Derek?"
Tara shrugged. "Definitely not there." Tara turned and looked at Jax. "I think he had a lover or something like that. He would come home late nearly every night. A lot of yelling and broken plates. That resulted in Derek storming out and not coming back home for days. Madison cried a lot of tears for him. I vaguely remember her telling me that he was her whole damn world and she was merely a warm body for him to go home to whenever he felt like it. At the time, I didn't understand what that meant. I'm assuming that he had another woman somewhere."
Jax kept driving deep in thought. "Why didn't Derek remarried or something?"
"Probably guilt. Knowing he played such a big part in her eventual death."
Jax nodded and kept driving stroking Tara's hand with his thumb until he felt her discomfort and sadness disappear.
Jax maneuvered the old car into a gravel drive way. He slowly made his way to the old house. He heard Tara gasp and a smile crossed his face as he parked the car near the entrance.
An older lady came out of the house and waved at them from her porch. He could hear the waves crashing at a distance.
"Stay here, babe."
Jax got out of the car and went around to open Tara's door. She looked at him in surprise and was immediately rewards with one of her dazzling smiles. He took her hand and helped her out of the car.
"It smells wonderful, doesn't it?" Tara whispered excitedly as she interlaced their fingers. He had to agree. The smell of salt water brought a natural smile to his face.
He and Tara walked towards the older lady.
"Hi guys! I'm Ann and welcome to the Big Sur!"
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Jax collapsed on top of Tara spent and deeply satiated. He placed his head on the croak of her neck still deeply inside her.
"God..." he heard her pant as she ran her hands across his sweaty back.
He smiled as he closed his eyes trying to regulate his breath. Tara started playing with his damp hair and he moaned in satisfaction. "That feels good, babe." He enjoyed the sensations for a bit longer before realizing he had to move. As much as he was enjoying her fingers thru his hair he knew that his tall frame was probably crushing her smaller one. He tried to move to keep his weight from crushing her but Tara resisted.
"Stay," she whispered. "Please, stay. I want to stay connected to you a little bit longer." She squeezed her legs around his waist further proving her point.
He murmured his agreement as he felt the sound of waves of the ocean nulling him to sleep.
"Jax?" Tara whispered.
"Uhmm..."
"I love you."
"I love you, too..." he whispered as he entered dreamland.
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"Good thing this beach is sorta isolated," murmured Jax as he frowned looking at Tara's small deep purple bikini.
Tara rolled her eyes. "Relax Teller and enjoy the sun. Bikinis are the norm." She reopened her book as she laid on her stomach, her crow tattoo standing out against her pale skin.
"I don't want anyone else looking at you but me," he pouted.
"There are barely any people here," she replied without looking up from her book. "It's the off season. You heard Ann."
Jax grunted as he surveyed the area around him. Ann, the housekeeper of the bed and breakfast they were staying at, had told them over breakfast, that they arrived just in time. Tourist season began the week of Memorial Day. They had beat the crowd by a week. A few locals lingered around, soaking up the sun, much like he and Tara were doing.
He flopped down next to his girlfriend.
"I'm bored."
Tara closed her book and lifted up her shades. "And, I'm reading. How about you go for a walk or something?"
Jax gave her an incredulous look. "Fuck no. What if some dude comes here and tries to talk to you."
Tara gave him a small smirk before leaning towards his ear. "Whose pussy were you fucking last night and this morning, Teller?" she whispered before licking the shell of his ear.
"Tara," he groaned in a warning. He loved it when she talked dirty.
"That's right. Tara, as in me. Now, Teller, if you haven't noticed, your cock is the only one I love sucking and fucking. These little boys here have nothing on you."
He felt his ego and something else engorge. He smiled proudly as he cupped her barely covered ass. "I say we go back to the Inn and do some more sucking and fucking."
Tara gave him one of her saucy smiles. "Sure... after I finish this book." She made her point when she opened the book.
"Tara!" he whined. "It's a thick book!"
"The more you talk, the less I read. The less I read, the more you have to wait to get your dick sucked," she flipped a page on her book, not even bothering to look at him.
He huffed and sat up. "You are such a cock tease."
She looked up at him and gave him a wink before putting the shades back on her face.
"So what am I suppose to do, while you read Tolstoy?"
Tara sighed and put down her book. "How about I make you a deal, Teller. If you let me read in peace, we will have sex right here tonight, when everyone goes to bed."
Jax's eyes lit up. "In the beach?"
He could see her eyes rolling even with the shades on. "Yes, here in the beach."
Jax stood and started walking away from his girl.
"You didn't even let me finish the second part of the deal!" Tara yelled.
"Don't need to, babe," he yelled over his shoulder. "You and I have a date here tonight."
He heard her laugh as he made his way out of the beach.
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He went back to the Inn and tried to nap for a bit. Of course, prospect of what would happen that night had him too wired for sleep, so he decided to head into the nearest "town," Las Lomas, to explore a bit while Tara finished up in the beach.
As he drove the wagon he had borrowed from Opie, Jax noted how relaxed he felt. If he were to be honest with himself, the only time he felt without the burden of the club weighing heavily on his shoulder was whenever he was with Tara. Even then, the times were they were truly free from the ties of Charming and SAMCRO was too far in between.
He came to the small town and park in the wagon near main street. He wandered around for a bit, stoping only to get a small bite to eat.
As he exited the small Mom and Pop diner, he noted how peaceful and quiet everything was. Inhaling deeply, Jax smelled the salt air and he smiled thinking of what a wonderful two days he has had, away from it all... with his girl.
"Able to get away..."
Jax opened his eyes and looked down to his right. On the side of the diner was a dirty homeless lady with deep, sad brown eyes, an old shopping cart filled with junk and a stuff pony, next to her.
He walked two steps to stand in front of her. "Excuse me."
"Get away," she muttered before closing her eyes and leading her head back against the wall she was sitting against. "Please, son, get away, before its too late."
