^^ My apologies if you see a line up there, lol. I had several pages written on one document. Ones that aren't part of this chapter but the next ones, so of course I couldn't post them. I had to erase and it left me w/ that line break if it's up there. If not? Just disregard what I just said, lol. Now, moving on. Warning: This chapter contains sexually explicit content! If you're not into reading that sort of scene than I'd suggest skipping over Jax's POV at the ending. Other than that, strong language. It is an SOA/ DS fic. So DUH! lol. You have been warned fairly!

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"Just be careful," Serenity called over the loud roar of Jax's bike.

He waved her off and was able to shout over the engine with that deep voice of his. "Trust me, I've got this. Today is the damn day!"

"Whatever, Jax, whatever. Just don't phone my ass once this blows up in your face like your relationship with Alpha Skank and Miss T-Bag, or thermometer ." Serenity smiled at her nicknames for Jax's most recent exes.

Jax just shook his head at her. She shrugged, turning into the doorway and smiling at someone and nodding. Jax turned away to toss a smoke out. When he turned back around Serenity was holding Abel. Abel was dressed in his little blue baby beanie and bore a set of footy pajamas.

Jax grinned and gave his son a little wave. Serenity smiled down at the baby and picked up his little hand, mimicking a wave to Jax.

"Give me some credit." He flashed his best friend a set of white teeth, getting back to the point at hand.

"Ok, you're not responsible for the wall of shame that Wendy is hanging on."

"Can you please just look after the kid with some respect?" He shook his head.

"Use that word, Jackson. Repeat it into your mind. Drill it!" Serenity was laughing, but with a trace of seriousness in her tone.

"Take care of my boy," Jax stated and pulled his glasses down over his blue eyes. He flew off with determination coursing through his veins.

He'd left Abel with Serenity while he'd decided to make a play for Elle. It'd also get his mind of Gemma and whatever the hell she's doing?

Elle, the woman was mostly attached to her laptop at the library. Studying or reading something he figured. If she hadn't seen a woodshop inside of a library he'd sure have to show her one. He felt fury in his fingers. They were ready to move. The ride to the library couldn't come quick enough. When the old building finally did come into his sights, he nearly wrecked to avoid slamming into someone's nice red Porsche. Jax pulled his sunglasses from his face and stuffed them into his pocket, wasting no time- skipped the one leg at a time deal getting off of the bike. He rolled his shoulders backward in attempts to straighten a little out inside of his tense muscles.

He'd never really been inside of the library until he was sent there to keep track of someone and spotted her-sidetracking him from his mission. Since then he'd made it a habit to make his presence hidden in the shadows, but still enough to keep tabs on this woman. Her presence went beyond fair. Her brown hair a tad bit short. It helped to accentuate her face a bit more. She looked built and smooth. Something that Jax ached to find out for real.

It's not like it'd be trouble for me? He didn't know just how wrong that he'd be. Jax was used to getting any woman that he wanted no matter if she was good for him or not. Most of the woman he had a go round with wanted nothing more to do with him once they figured out that he was attached to some kind of garage club. Only they didn't know the real meaning of what the garage club really is.

None of that mattered now. He had one mission today. Jax entered the library and kept to the sidelines of his normal route of bookshelves. He made his way towards the back where the computers and tables for studying and laptops, reading, were set up.

He peeked between each crack in the wooden shelves. He got many stares but ignored them, as well as ignoring the smell of musty dust scattered on the bases of the shelves.

He felt his disappointment set in when he noticed that her table was empty. "Damn it," he cursed.

He didn't like the idea of having to venture around this place for much longer. Not unless he couldn't produce his own activities.

He kept up the looking when he felt something hit his backside.

"Having fun?" He heard a soft voice laugh.

He turned around immediately and felt every muscle grow stiff. He smirked. "Not really, but I'm thinking that in this place there's not much fun to be had."

"Than you want to tell me why you've been coming in here for the past few weeks?" Her arms crossed over her chest, she held a smirk of her own.

"What do I get if I tell you?" He grinned, flashing that award winning smile that made a slight pinkness seep onto her cheeks.

"Points for honesty," she laughed.

Jax grinned and bowed his head. He tried to make the hair work for him. Maybe today wasn't the day, he thought as he noticed Elle giggling in a way that didn't sound like she found this motion attractive. His eyes fell on a red book lying on the floor. He bent over and picked it up, tossing it between both of his hands.

"Did you? -" Elle, who was nodding triumphantly, cut him off.

"Throw a book at your backside? Sure did. I was aiming more for your ass, but I can't really see it in those baggy jeans."

"My ass?" Jax chuckled a throaty laugh. "You wanna see my ass? Does this place have a restroom?" He joked, leaning backwards against a shelf.

"I think you can find your own way around." Elle went to turn around, but Jax grabbed her arm and pulled her against him.

"So, Serenity is right, you are one of those decent-hard-to get types." He smiled cockily.

"Hard to get as in you mean out of your league? Or hard to get that falls into the criteria of me not being a burger boning skank?" This time Elle smirked and leaned against the opposite shelf.

"Burger boning what? Is this red meat that we're talking about?"

"Take it anyway that you'd like. I just want to know why you've been following me. I've heard of your clubs' rep. Don't think I'm stupid."

"Now why would I think that?" Jax twisted his face into a joking serious one.

"I'm not from around here. I don't have a fake bronze tan or set up all mousy and pretty. When I sense something that's fucking fishy I go for an answer. I'm not all balls in at the get go, but I've got all of the marbles in my head." Her look highly cocky, but serious.

"Motorcycle gang, baby. That's all the work we do," Jax lied. He liked this woman's smarts. She was a challenge, but came off like she wanted something. If Jax could make a start, then he'd have his heels dug into the dirt halfway, by the end of today.

"I'm not going to screw around. I do have work to get to. Do you talk, at all?" She had her brows raised.

"Only over a good piece of red meat," Jax gave a toothy grin.

Elle had to admit that she felt a flutter that scattered butterflies about in her stomach.

"Dinner? You're going to have to turn over a pretty big burner if you want something from me."

"I've been coming here for weeks, Elle, " Jax stated, finally saying her full name. "I think If I wanted something more beneficial before dinnertime, I'd have already gotten it."

Elle bit her lip trying to resist a smile that currently tugged on the corners of her mouth. She wasn't easy, but damn her entire body sure felt like it was melting away at the site of this man. She'd take this dinner, and if it was to her liking, she start the night off right, but if she found out that their common ground wasn't the same, she'd be handing out a set of blue balls to Jackson Teller, tonight!

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(Gemma)

The drive felt too long and too hard. It's been two days, but it's always held these same thoughts for me. Either I wouldn't make some form of precious time, or I'd go soft and shitty. That meaning that I wouldn't be able to face going. Facing what I've failed at as a mother. Each time I traveled the highway to hell that is Boston, I always feared what I'd drive in on. It seemed that every time I found myself back in my longest running hometown since Charming, they'd changed even more drastically than the last time.

Billy, he'd grown taller than Jax had. Maybe by a few inches or so? And Joe, well he wasn't lacking but an inch less than Jackson. Joseph still had his hair. He'd dyed it from the sweet brown that I loved on him, to a god-awful purple color. The color resembled some purple pop tart pasty shit. Billy's hair had vanished. Wasn't surprising as I figured he could do much worse. At least he wasn't heading into obesity land like that fucker sunk in.

I'd felt a sense of pride knowing that they could take care of themselves. They knew all the tricks of the trade just like my boy in California learned. Bones still ran his gun business. Sold his drugs and ordered his prostitutes. I wouldn't be surprised to find little Susie this time- being the newest cement knees. Every town had gone to hell.

I could never get as close as I wanted without William figuring it out. If Bones knew, then we'd all be in deep shit. There were new people involved. Bones takes out everyone and everything, as I knew quite well from experience. Opie's kids, Donna, Serenity and Abel. Bones would make an agenda to take out the club and all of its roots just to cut down my own.

Stupid fuck makes my stomach churn.

I made sure the guns were kept on safety and placed them in the travel lockbox that looked like a simple plastic bowl.

Yeah, I'm a real regular June Fucking Cleaver. All I need's a beaver and a goddamn lake.

The road to entering Arizona seemed the same. Little bit of construction here and there, but nothing to big to fret over. A woman's got to know the routes after fifteen years. My ass hurt and I needed relief. The physical pain of the drive is the only thing that makes it hell. You can't check into a hotel with a bag full of ammo and additional firearms. Safe to keep going.

I noticed the orange light of the diner flashing. I turned the knob to work the windshield. The rain droplets disappeared.

"Pulling in," I muttered. I made sure to cover the bags and lock the doors.

I went in and got a seat close to the window. Settled my ass into a cushion and put on a fake smile while ordering from a petite waitress. The song of Sweet Home Alabama had me tapping my fingers to the familiarity of the tune.

"You like this song?" The young girl questioned, setting the plate of food down.

"Yeah, I'd tap if you gave me a banjo," I cracked a grin inwardly and the girl stepped back with a blush on her face.

"I'm kidding, honey." I winked at her and she nodded, looking relieved.

She looked a lot like the last woman that I'd seen at this diner ten years back. Must be some sort of relation.

The hot food tasted good as I pulled out the marked map. New lines and old ones crinkled the paper. I'd be in Boston in one more day.

God knows what I'll find?

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Jax slammed the heel of his boot down against the gas of the bike. He wasted little time in dragging Elle along with him. She laughed and grabbed onto his blonde mop of hair.

Jax definitely played his cards right. And fuck if she was wasting the time.

"No hard to get?" Jax laughed as he ripped the first two buttons to her top down.

"I don't think I'm hard." Elle grinded her hips against Jax's.

He growled in appreciation, giving her a fierce sexy smirk.

"So how'd you like dinner? -" Elle cut Jax off with a hard shove to his shoulders that sent him flying back and slamming into the lining of the wall just next to the garage door.

"You need to stop talking! Now!" She wrapped her hands around his thick neck and crushed her lips to his own.

God if lips could bruise. Among other things. She felt hot and turned on beyond words. The library stalker with the hidden sweet ass was beneath her very own hands. But she didn't want to be the one with total control. This man had to give.

In the background neighborhood dogs rattled chain link fences and barked without boundaries.

Jax took a hold of the simple top that she wore and ripped it straight open. His strong hands, warm and rough caressed her face with such intensity. Her legs were burning in between. But she wanted a slow torture. He apparently got the message and nipped at her bottom lip, while speaking hotly against it. His small beard tickled the pores of her chin and mouth. His breath smelled of mints, whiskey, salt and a deep airwave of cigarette smoke.

He hoisted her up into the air, and tossed her over his shoulder.

She wasn't impressed with this somewhat teenager like move.

"See it now?" He cackled.

"See what?" Elle asked breathless and half-annoyed.

"My ass," Jax said plainly and the sound of her front door was heard being kicked open.

"Take this gaudy vest off and maybe I can."

At that point Elle felt herself being flung back over his broad shoulders. He lowered her to her feet. He stepped closer and wrapped both his legs on either side of her thighs. He ran those long fingers down her stomach. She let herself stare into those intense blue eyes. The ones that looked like a dangerous fire that didn't want to be put out.

"I'll be here in the morning," Was all Jax had to say before she had her hands ripping off the thick vest. It dropped to the ground taking the moth like scent with it. She resisted the urge to cringe out loud at the purple flannel shirt. So she used her animal instincts and ripped it in half.

Jax pulled the button of her jeans open and her feet already kicked the heeled boots off, making her height lower a few inches. Jax still towered her a bit. She took in all of those tattoos covering the muscles. The broad tanned chest that looked like any lips could melt at the softness of kissing upon it. Up and down her hands went, they continued as he lifted her to her kitchen counter.

He pushed everything else aside. Elle leaned backwards to let him remove her jeans from her hips. He wiggled the fabric loose, teasing her. The gleam never left his eyes. He unzipped his own pants and stood in his tight black boxers. His manhood already to an extended size. If the counter had been to clear, Elle would have slipped off of it and onto the floor.

He rubbed his hands together and she went to open her legs for him to come through. He closed them and ran his hands up her legs slowly as he could. His touch like a heated fire. It matched those solid eyes.

He strutted back a few steps from her, and left her sights. His hips were muscular like the rest of him. He was toned and defined as he waltzed into her kitchen. She didn't dare look as his presence swarmed behind her. He removed her hair and kissed the back of her neck. He trailed the kissed down to her shoulder, up again and down to her right shoulder blade. She jerked out of a cold chill. He laughed.

Jax removed the first bra strap and then moved to the other. He pulled both straps down so much, but never did he go for the clasp.

"Stop that," Elle moaned out, in a bit of dazed state.

"Stop? Did I hear you say stop? Do you want me to stop, Elle?"

He knew that in asking her, she would have to admit and go against her pride. He was hoping that she'd waste no more time. If he waited any longer, he wouldn't make the walk around the counter.

He unclasped her bra and let it hit the counter. His lips ran another line down her back. He kept sinking lower and lower until he reached the top of where her panties set. He slid his fingers back and forth around the band.

Elle was already thinking up a plan. The counter felt cool against her legs. She outstretched her arm and pushed everything off of the counter. Breadbox, papers, keys, mail and who knows what else?

She slid around with ease to face him and slowly her eyes met a youthful smile. She never broke the gaze as she leaned backwards. The counter wasn't too big, but it wasn't little either. The chain dangled from his neck and Elle's fingers traced the silver. She let her back hit the counter. Eating here would never be a proper idea again.

Jax's hand ran up her bare stomach. He let it go all the way to her cheek and stroked it back down her body. He used one hand to pull at the band of her panties. She lifted her hips and felt grateful when the heat got some relief. Jax went as far as to trace circles on her feet. He ran his hand up her leg and separated both of her knees. He ran his hand across her heated center. She bucked up against it.

He smirked and dipped several fingers in, testing the waters. She seemed ready to handle him. Her face had already became a bit flushed. He moved the fingers in a circular motion, driving her wild.

"Fuck," she cried out, her nails making noises from scraping against the countertop. He picked up the speed while his other hand kept her legs open.

He stopped without warning. "Huh?" She griped, breathe hardly there.

He let his hand rest between the valley of her breast and hopped up onto the counter, ass first. He swiveled around and swung one of his thick hips over her open knee. He did the same with the other. His knuckles made a cracking sound as he lowered half of his body on top of hers.

Elle made her hands available and gave the counter a break. She yanked at the tight fitting boxers. She felt her chest tighten and a throbbing tingled all the way to her toes and back. The V shape curved perfectly into those tight hips. His size had both of them smirking.

"Maybe we'll try the library some time," Jax quirked, protection already in his right hand.

"I didn't see that before?" She shook her head.

"In my pants hides a lot of golden treasures." This time he gave her a full-fledged smile before thrusting deeply into her.

It felt natural and perfect. She felt fitting and safe for him.

Elle on the other hand felt wild and devious. She felt like an animal with Jax pumping her right now.

That sweet breath made contact with her swollen lips. She opened her eyes, feeling the skin stretch over his muscles as his body moved in synch with her own. Those famous blue eyes on her man, yeah he's her man- they sparkled darkly. His nose flared and his tongue licked across her bottom lip for entrance. She granted him and wrapped her legs tightly around his torso. The heat was building, this session would be ending soon, but she knew there is going to be many more to come after this.

Jax thrust harder and groaned. He dug his nails into the counter this time. He felt her already coming close.

"Go on," he urged sexily.

Her hands slid down his back, now dripping with slight perspiration and dug right into the firm muscles above his ass. She let the fire wash over her stomach after taking in his deep voice. Every muscle went quivered, and after a handful of seconds she went still, panting below him. He kept going until the fire overtook him.

In those few moments he laid on top of her lightly. She pushed back some of his matted hair.

"D-damn this hair," she spoke breathless.

Jax held her tightly.

"Damn it all!" He smirked.

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A/N: Nothing like a sexy Jax scene (if you're into reading those scenes without a problem!) Can never get enough of Charlie's butt on the show can we? Haha. Anyways.... I hope you liked this chapter. As you can see Jax is liking Elle quite a bit. Gemma is almost in Boston. Serenity has a past that's going to catch up with her. She needs some air, a free ride. Next chapter is a 3 part event. Secrets are revealed and Gemma comes face to face with her son Billy Darley in Boston! Thanks for reading and to the reviewer. At least I know some of you are liking this. I also appreciate the alerts for this story. Thanks everyone. As always, comment if you like or see something you don't like. Just remember to do it politely, lol. Until next chapter- Kris :)