Author's Note: Hey all, SO, I got really inspired and couldn't sleep last night, so here's a new chapter for you. Some smuttiness this chapter, so be prepared. Enjoy! :D
I DO NOT OWN SONS OF ANARCHY OR THE CHARACTERS.
Chapter Nine:
I felt awkward standing in Gemma and Clay's doorstep. It's my first time feeling out of place here. I feel like I'm hiding and that makes me feel like I'm letting Alex win. I know I'm bringing stupid and letting my pride get the best of me, but I can't change how I feel. At least I'll be safe here. I'll have Jax for a week. It'll be nice to be able to go to sleep with and wake up to him.
It's not so bad when I'm busy. It's when I start to slow down that things get to me. I keep picturing those creep's hands on me, working my body through my bikini top. He had no right. I couldn't stop him. I'm trying not to dwell on what happened. I know it could have been much worse. I keep telling myself the same thing, over and over again. It won't happen again. I won't let it get that far. I won't let him have that kind of power over me. He doesn't deserve it.
I brought myself back to reality and out of my thoughts. I knocked on the door, hesitantly. I know they're expecting me but I don't want to just walk in – that'd be rude. Gemma opened the door, smiling.
"Honey, you don't know how glad I am to not be the only woman in the house for awhile. It'll be nice having you here." She ushered me inside. I offered her a small smile.
"Thanks, Gemma. I appreciate it." I gave her a hug. She swatted at me.
"Nonsense, you're family. It's no trouble and you know it."
"Darlin' you've got to relax. You can't keep stressing out about this. It's just gonna make it harder on yourself." Jax kissed the side of my face. "Babe, come on. Let's get you into the shower. You need a distraction and that's something that I happen to excel in. Let me take care of you tonight. Okay? I've already got Abel asleep. I know you're rattled and I want to make sure that you're okay."
Jax picked me up and carried me off of the bed. He took me to the bathroom and sat me down on the counter while he turned on the shower. He took off his shirt and dropped it on the floor. He unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the floor. He looked at me as he stepped out of them. I let my eyes rake over his body.
"How you gonna take care of me, Jax?" I kept eyeing his body, biting my lip. He smirked and walked over to me.
"I'm going to worship your body and make you forget about everything else for the night." He took off his boxer-briefs. "You okay with that?" He bit his lip. I nodded. "Good. Darlin', I'm gonna make your body scream for me."
"You better not; we're not the only ones in the house."
"Fine, but I'm not gonna make it easy to be quiet, Babe." He smirked. I giggled. He lifted my shirt off and unhooked my bra. He helped me off the counter and knelt down in front of me. He slipped off my boy-shorts and stayed level with my navel. He pulled me closer to him. I reached down and ran my hands through his hair. My God, he's sexy. He started kissing my stomach and locked his hands around my waist. I jerked, involuntarily. I have bruises there from earlier. He seemed to realize that it hurt because he moved his hands and kissed my marks. He went back to kissing a trail down my abdomen. I gasped as his lips found a new target. He started tonguing my sensitive nub. I bit my lip and tried not to make any noise. I tangled my hands into his hair and tried to keep my knees from giving out from under me.
"You're making this really hard, Jax." I breathed. His chuckle sent vibrations through my body. He pulled away from me just enough to look up.
"No Darlin', you're making me hard. I'm keeping you wet."
He went back to what he was doing. I let out a soft squeal when he attacked my bundle of nerves. I fell forward, my legs turning to jelly. Jax maneuvered his body, so we didn't land too hard. He was on his back and I was straddling his face. I moved to get up but he held me in place. I kept trying but the wicked tongue of his made it impossible to move.
"Jax let me up." I gasped. He shook his head and worked harder. I felt tingly and clenched his discarded clothes in my hands. "Shit, I'm going to… I'm going to… Ah. Jax!" My back arched and I rode my release. He let go of me and carried me to the shower. I stood, holding on to him, in the cascade of hot water.
"What are you thinkin' about, Kate?" Jax asked, bringing his face in front of mine.
"You," I whispered.
"Good."
I winced as loud cries filled my ears. I looked over at the alarm clock next to Jax' bed, it's only three in the morning. It sounds like Abel. I slid out of bed and slid on a pair of Jax' boxers and my shirt from earlier. I opened the door as quietly as I could and went to the nursery. I turned on the light and stepped inside. He stopped crying when he saw me. I swear, he looks just like Jax. He's the cutest baby I've ever seen.
"You're gonna be a heart-breaker someday." I whispered as I picked him up. I checked his diaper. "Someone decided to pee, huh? Good thing I'm awesome at changing diapers." I teased. He smiled as I laid him on the changing table. It's impossible to be in a bad mood around Abel. He's that kind of baby. I took him to the rocking chair and cradled him in my arms, singing softly. He held a lock of my hair in his hand and started to fall asleep. I smiled and set him back in his crib. If only everything could be that easy. That'd be nice.
"You're so good with him." Jax said. I jumped and turned around.
"I didn't think you were up. I tried not to wake you." I told him. He chuckled.
"It comes natural, I guess. I always wake up when he cries. Normally, I hear Mom tellin' him a story if she's the one that gets him. I heard you singing instead." He put his arms around me. I nestled into him.
"He's gonna be a heart-breaker, just like his daddy." I teased. Jax smirked.
"Oh, so now I'm a heart-breaker?" He asked. I shook my head.
"Nah, but you're a looker. You know you're hot. Don't act all modest."
"You know, we'd have a looker if we had a kid." He gazed down at me. I can feel a blush creeping into my cheeks. "Is that weird to say? I'm not saying I'm looking to have any more kids right now, but eventually if it did happen… Any baby would be a looker if they took after you."
"It's not weird. I'll take it as a compliment. Anyways, we both know that you think I'm hot. I think you proved that earlier." I turned out the light in the nursery and walked back to Jax' room.
"Thumbelina, wakey wakey." I felt someone shaking me, gently.
"I'm fucking sleeping." I mumbled, turning over.
"Kate, get your lazy ass up." Juice demanded, sliding in the covers with me. I made a face.
"You're such an asshole. Can't a girl sleep?" I asked, sitting up. I ran a hand through my hair.
"I know it's early, but you need to be up for this. Clay wants to make sure that you can defend yourself. So, we're going to teach you how to fight." Juice smirked.
"This couldn't wait until sometime after seven in the morning? You weren't up at three taking care of a baby, were you? No. That was me. And I am tired, and sore. And I need a nap. Go away and come back later." I laid back down, covering my head with a blanket.
"Not gonna work, sorry. Clay and Gemma dragged out asses over here early, so you gotta be up, too." He yanked the blankets off of me. I flipped him off but didn't get up. He picked me up off of the bed and stood me up. I stood glaring at him. He smirked then gave me a weird look. "Shorty, you know you're not wearing actual clothes, right?" He gestured to my body. What? I looked down. Awesome. I took off everything but my undergarments when I laid down the second time. It's a good thing I actually kept my bra on. I sighed. "Damn, Mocha, you bruised you up good, didn't he?" Juice asked, looking at my bruises. I nodded.
"Yes and my eyes are up here." I motioned to my face. Juice smirked.
"I'm a guy. You're sexy. I can't help it." His smirk grew.
"You're obnoxious and I need to shower." I got some clean clothes and headed to the bathroom.
We've been at this for three hours already. My body is so worn down, it's ridiculous. I'm not in bad shape by any means, but my body definitely hasn't been trained for this. I was sweating like a pig and bruised from blocking blows from the Sons. At least I've gotten better than when we started. It's easier to block hits, now. Apparently I have to start working out on a regular basis. I already run some, but now I've gotta up the ante.
"Alright, that's enough for right now. Jax will work with you later tonight." Clay announced. I looked over at him. Really? I've gotta do more today? Damn. What if I just wanna sit around and do nothing and watch really bad TV? Oh wait, I can't. I made a face. "You're improving." He smiled and hit my shoulder, softly.
"Awesome." I drawled, sarcastically. I need a shower. I went to Jax' room and shed my clothes and stepped into a lukewarm shower. I lathered on entirely too much soap and enjoyed feeling clean. The shower was over too soon. I dried off and put on some clean clothes. I picked up my dirty clothes and headed downstairs. I need to do some laundry if I'm going to be staying here. At least I don't feel so grimy anymore.
Laundry didn't take nearly as long as I had hoped it would. Well, it's Monday; I may as well head down to the shop and work. I have nothing else to do. At least that'll be productive and keep my mind off of things.
"Damn, Baby Girl, he really got you good; didn't he?" Tig asked. I snorted and rolled my eyes. He was the only one who hasn't been around since yesterday afternoon.
"You see him – he looks way worse. Juice kicked his ass." I bragged. Juice winked at me.
"Anything for my Shorty," he picked me up. I put my arms on his shoulders, lazily, enjoying the piggy back ride. He's like the older brother I never had. It's impossible not to love him.
"You know you're my favorite Taco." I teased, squeezing his shoulders. "You know, Dylan is going to want to see you when he gets into town. He's always looked up to you, Juice."
"I think that can be arranged, Short Stuff."
"Awesome. Put me down – I've gotta make a call." I asked. Juice put me down. "Thanks." I walked to the other side of the garage and pulled out my cell and dialed Dylan's number.
"Hello?" He answered.
"Hey Baby Bro, sorry I've been pretty touch and go lately. Things have been crazy here. I'm psyched for you coming, though." I prattled on. I can just picture him making faces at me.
"It's cool, don't sweat it. I do worry about you, though. Wanna tell me what's going on?"
"Nah, it'd be easier to explain while you were here. I don't wanna worry you. There's just a little bit of drama. Oh, and some of the Sons are gonna be staying with us while you're here. It's no big thing, though." I told him.
"Katie, what's going on?"
"Dylan, everything's fine. I gotta go, but I'll see you next week. Yeah?"
"Okay, but as soon as I get there, you're explaining everything. Okay?"
"Alright. Love you."
"Love you, too. Bye."
"Hey Darlin', I just got off the phone with your brother." Jax came up to me. I turned to face him.
"Oh no. Please tell me that you didn't tell him anything that's been going on."
"I told him we had some things going on, but I didn't get into specifics with him."
"Oh, good. Thank you." I kissed him.
"Of course, Babe."
Author's Note: Next chapter Dylan will be in town. I don't normally pull this card, BUT the more reviews I get, the faster the next chapter will come out. I love hearing your feedback. Stay awesome! (And cool if it's super hot outside where you are, like it is here.)
Xo Xo,
Anneryn
