A/N Thanks so much for all the reviews! Feedback is always appreciated!
A reminder that this story is completely AU! I've taken a lot of liberties with the Croweaters and their dynamics with each other, but tried my best to keep true to the original characters, as they're so amazing, obviously.
Also, this story is rated M for a reason: some language and adult content
"I can't fucking believe you fucked Ope on your first night," Bex said, sighing with jealousy. She threw herself down on the couch in the living room while Elle curled up in the recliner, grinning, "I've been trying to get in that man's pants for a year!" Bex stuck her head over the arm of the couch to look at her.
"I know, I can't either, actually," Elle admitted, "That's the first guy I've slept with in 8 years that isn't Clark." Bex shrugged.
"Well good for you – like I said, you need to loosen up a little," she said. Elle shrugged.
"I suppose so, but this isn't high school anymore, Bex," Elle responded to her. Bex waved her hand, as if waving the words away.
"Yeah, it's better than high school," she said, grinning. Elle had to admit it was nice to suddenly have all of this freedom to do whatever she wanted. 8 years with Clark and she'd almost forgotten who she was. She almost felt like she was leaving her parents for the first time and discovering her new found freedom.
"So, how was it?" Bex asked eagerly. Elle laughed.
"Amazing," she responded truthfully, "Except at one point he called me Donna."
"Hmmm that's his dead wife's name," Bex said, "You do kinda look like her, actually."
"Oh God," Elle said, "When did she die?"
"Oh like 3 years ago. He's still so beat up about it, though. Hasn't been with anyone seriously since," Bex said.
"That's so sad," Elle said. Bex nodded. The girls sat in silence for a few minutes before Bex finally broke it.
"So there's gonna be another party on Friday," she announced.
"Really?" Elle asked. Bex nodded.
"Yeah, Cherry texted me about an hour ago to let me know. Apparently you were quite a hit last night. Pretty sure Tig called me Snow White a couple times last night while I was fucking him," she said laughing, "And he hinted pretty heavily this morning that I should plant the idea in your head for a threesome."
"Oh God, not gonna happen!" Elle said, breaking into a fit of laughter.
"I can't believe your old nick-name's back," Bex said.
"I know! It found me again," Elle said, sighing.
SOASOASOASOA
Elle sat at the pawn shop a couple of days later trying to work a customer down on the price of a baseball card he was trying to sell. When they finally arrived at a price they could both agree on, the customer left with his money and Elle set the card aside to price and stock later. With that customer gone, the store was empty again– they usually didn't get very many customers coming in in the morning – and it was the time Elle hated most of all.
She hated it because it gave her time to dwell on her life and her past with Clark, and she always got a sick feeling in her stomach when she thought about all that had happened. In high school, Elle had been on top of the world – head cheerleader, tons of friends, boys scrambling to get with her. And then she had met Clark. He was a law student, so charming, so handsome, so much better than the "high school boys" Elle had been wasting her time with, and she completely fell into their relationship.
Once he had gotten the job in Modesto, she hadn't thought twice about moving with him. She gave up her whole life, all of her friends, who she was, to that relationship. She never realized how stifling her life with Clark had been until it was over. And 8 years later, without so much as an "I'm sorry," he had told her that they were over, that he'd been seeing someone on the side for a while, and that she needed to get out.
Elle sighed heavily as, glutton for punishment as she was, she looked over Susan Ashby's profile on her phone, proudly proclaiming her engagement to Clark Monahan. Susan was everything Elle wasn't – smart, successful, professional. Someone Clark could show off to his friends instead of someone he tried to hide. As she looked through all their pictures together, she got angrier and angrier until she finally had to throw her phone down in disgust.
Well if Clark was going to move on so quickly, so was Elle. And she had an entire motorcycle club to sink into. Maybe if she sunk far enough, she'd finally be able to forget about him.
SOASOASOASOA
The party was, once again, in full swing that night. It had been a week since Elle's first SAMCRO party, and she recognized a lot of familiar faces as she and Bex made their way to the bar.
"Hey Bex, pull me a beer!" Juice said, sitting down at the bar. Bex flashed a sexy grin at him and set the beer down in front of him. Juice glanced over at Elle standing next to Bex and held his hand out, "Juice," he said as Elle took his hand and shook it.
"Elle," she said.
"Glad to see you're back, Elle," he said, grinning at her. She smiled back, unaware that he'd noticed her the night before.
"Well I couldn't miss it, now could I?" she asked. He laughed and shook his head.
"I'm goin in the ring in a few minutes, you should come watch," he said. Elle nodded.
"Who are you fighting?" she asked.
"Happy," he said. Elle's eyes widened and he laughed, "That's why I need you out there –be my lucky charm," he said with a wink.
"I don't know if I have that much luck in me!" she said, "I saw him fighting Half-sack last night, he looked a little crazy."
"Well if I win, you'll be my lucky charm, and if I lose, we can play doctor," he said, grinning. Elle laughed and nodded.
"I can live with that," she said, her eyes roaming over the hot biker's body, her nerves threatening to overwhelm her. She took another shot to settle them and Juice winked at her again before walking outside to catch the end of the last match.
"Good God, girl," Bex said, "Most of the girls have to throw themselves at those guys to get that kind of attention." Elle shrugged.
"Well, I don't play that way," she said, grinning and taking a sip of her beer. Bex's grin faded as she looked into the crowd.
"Oh God, don't look now but junkie whore is comin in fast," Bex muttered, forcing a huge fake smile on her face as Wendy strode up to the bar, an equally huge, equally fake smile plastered across her face.
"Bex, Elle!" she said in greeting as she sat back down at the bar, "So glad you guys could make it again tonight." Elle exchanged glances with Bex before smiling back at Wendy.
"Thanks?" Elle said questioningly. Wendy smiled sweetly at Elle before leaning over the bar.
"Listen, I know you're new, so maybe no one explained to you the way things work around here. We've got a hierarchy system in place here, and that would put me at the top. I mean, you can see that it's not exactly fair of you to just waltz in and take the VP on your first night without running it by me first," She tilted her head, that sweet smile still stretched across her face, "Understand, honey?" Elle straightened up, keeping her voice as light and airy as Wendy's.
"Oh, dear, I'm so sorry," she responded, "I had no idea that when the VP walked up to me and started whispering in my ear all the dirty things he wanted to do to me, that I should've told him that I needed to clear it with you first." Wendy's eyes narrowed, knowing if that happened word would get around quickly that she was trying to cock block the sons, which would be tantamount to losing her invite to the parties. She recovered quickly, though, putting her smile back in place.
"Look, some of us have been paying their dues a long time, and we deserve some respect. Just don't go flashing your ass and teasing the guys that some of us should have first pick over. Especially the officers," she said.
"Honey, if you thought that was teasing, you ain't seen nothing yet," Elle said, a smirk on her face and her arms crossed. The smile dropped from Wendy's face and she stood there, glaring at Elle, before turning her attention to Bex.
"Oh, by the way Bex, Gemma told me to make sure Bobby found some comfort tonight. That's on you," she said snidely. Bex groaned.
"Seriously, Wendy?" she said. Wendy shrugged.
"Maybe when you're writhing under his big, sweaty body, you'll be thinking twice about bringing your little friend with you to the next party," she said, before stalking back to her group of croweaters.
"God she's a nightmare," Elle grumbled as Bex nodded, "Come on, let's go watch Juice's fight." Bex shook her head.
"Apparently I've gotta go find Bobby," she muttered.
"What? You've seriously gotta do what she says?" Elle asked incredulously.
"I've gotta do what Gemma says," Bex corrected her.
"Who's Gemma?" Elle asked. Bex looked around, pointing out the intimidating looking woman Elle had seen talking to Cherry the night before.
"Gemma Teller-Morrow, ex- president's wife, current president's mother. She pretty much runs shit around here," Bex explained. Gemma turned her head to look at Elle, an unreadable expression across her face, as Bex found Bobby and sat herself on his lap, throwing her arms around him. Elle grabbed her drink and headed outside, forcing her way through the huge crowd congregated around the ring to where Juice was standing, surrounded by Jax, Chibs, and Half-sack.
"My lucky charm!" Juice exclaimed, wrapping his arm around Elle's shoulder, "I can go in now." Elle laughed as Juice kissed her cheek before hopping into the ring with a frightening looking Happy. She turned to watch the fight, trying not to be distracted by the tall blond standing next to her, his arms crossed.
She would probably never forget the first time she had seen him. It was 9 or 10 years ago and she was walking home from cheerleading practice with Bex and a few of the other cheerleaders, pom poms in her hand and talking excitedly about which football player was hotter than which when she heard the roar of a motorcycle come up behind them.
Elle glanced over, nearly walking into a pole as she watched the sexy biker, long blond hair waving in the wind under his helmet, pull up to a stop sign.
"Nice bike!" she'd called as he turned his head in her direction. He'd smirked and she thought her heart might have stopped right them.
"Nice… pom poms," he'd called back, staring pointedly at her tits. She'd laughed and he took off again. She hadn't known his name, or anything else about him except what the cut on his back had proudly proclaimed- that he was a member of the Sons of Anarchy. Over the course of the next couple of years, she'd seen him and few of the other members running through town. Sometimes he was alone, others he had the same girl, who Elle now knew was Tara, perched on the back of his bike, her arms wrapped tightly around his waist. She had developed quite the school girl crush on him, and now that she finally got to meet him, it was definitely more than a little annoying that he was still with that same girl.
He glanced her way and she could feel his eyes on her. She looked over at him, returning his smile.
"I'm Jax," he said, leaning down towards her so she could hear him over the roar of the crowd.
"Elle" she responded, trying hard to tear her eyes off of his gorgeous face to pay attention to what was going on in the ring. Jax gave up first, turning his head back to watch the match. Elle gave one final glance at him, her eyes lingering on the president patch on his cut, before watching Juice get a good right hook into Happy's face, and he went down.
Elle cheered with the rest of the crowd as Juice pumped his fists in the air, before climbing out of the ring and walking up to her, sweaty and bloody but grinning like an idiot. Chibs handed him a towel and he wiped his face off.
"So how'd I do?" he asked, still grinning as he handed the towel back to Chibs.
"Amazing!" Elle replied. Juice slung his arm around her, bringing his mouth to her ear.
"So I know I won and everything, but we can still play doctor," he whispered, and Elle laughed, nodding. She ignored the voice in the back of her head telling her two different guys two weekends in a row was probably extremely self-destructive behavior in her attempt to forget Clark, and instead basked in the attention she was getting.
"Whatever you want, champ," she replied. She could've sworn Jax's eyes were following them as Juice pulled her through the crowd and into the clubhouse to one of the dorms rooms in the back. He unlocked the door and opened it, following Elle inside. Elle pushed herself against him, running her hands underneath his cut before slipping it off him, kissing along his jawline and down to his neck.
"Where does it hurt?" she murmured into his ear. He leaned his head back against the wall, grabbing her hand and placing it on his package. She slowly massaged it and felt it grow under her hands.
"Just right there, babe," he said, "Think you can fix it for me?" She grinned as she undid his belt buckle and zipper, pushing his jeans and boxers down to the floor and she sunk onto her knees. She took his dick in her hand, stroking it slowly before taking the head in her mouth, her tongue rolling around it. She wrapped her lips around his dick, bobbing her head while her hand continued to pump. She reached her other hand up, cupping his balls and he groaned.
"Fuck yeah," he sighed through gritted teeth as he looked down at her bobbing on his rod, gripping her hair on the back of her head and gently pushing her farther down. She looked up at him and the sight of her big blue eyes and round, innocent face, her red lips wrapped his dick, almost made him cum right there. He quickly shoved her off his dick and lifted her shirt up and over her head as she reached behind to take off her bra. He took in the sight of her, naked from the waist up, the nipples of her c-cup tits standing at attention, before ripping his shirt off and tossing it aside. He pulled her closer to him, taking a breast in his mouth while his hand cupped the other one. She moaned as his tongue licked her nipple and he yanked her skirt down, along with her thong. Pushing her back on the bed, he crawled on top of her, sliding a condom on, and entered her fully in one thrust.
She gasped as he pulled her leg up at the knee and she wrapped it around him, gripping his ass with her hands and pulling him towards her as he pounded her pussy. She arched her back, hands raised above her gripping the blanket as she felt her body spasm. Juice groaned as he felt her clamp down around his dick and spilled his load as she came.
He collapsed on top of her, catching his breath, before rolling over, pulling her with him. She lay there for several minutes more as her heart rate returned to normal and then stood up, collecting her clothes. Juice propped himself up on one arm, watching her get dressed and then lay back on his bed, closing his eyes.
"Thanks, doc," he mumbled sleepily as she walked towards the door. She smiled, turning back to him.
"Anytime," she said, closing the door behind her.
SOASOASOA
"So who you going after tonight?" Elle asked Bex as they stood behind the bar, surveying the crowd at the latest SAMCRO party.
About two months had passed and Elle was into the rhythm of the life of a croweater. The parties every weekend and random hook ups with one of the Sons most nights were serving her well in her ambition to shove Clark to the back of her mind. She continued to set herself apart from the other croweaters by refusing to follow their examples. She went to the parties to have fun, and if a member of SAMCRO wanted to fuck her, that was fine by her. But she didn't throw herself at them as so many of the other girls did. If they wanted to get with her, they had to come to her. And they always did.
All but one, anyway. Jax and Tara were technically still together, but she'd stopped coming around to the parties. When she wasn't there, Jax generally sat in a booth in the corner with a bottle of Jack and Wendy, who continued to throw herself shamelessly at him every chance she could get with Tara not around.
"Hmmm, probably Tig," Bex said in answer to her question, scanning the crowd. She spotted Tig sitting at a table with Happy, a croweater perched on his lap. The croweater hopped up to head to the bar, Tig slapping her ass as she walked away, and Bex grabbed her hand.
"Come on, there's an opening," she said grinning and she pulled Elle over to the table. Bex slung herself on Tig and he wrapped his arms around her as she nibbled on his ear. Elle took a seat next to him and he turned to look over at her.
While they were talking, Elle continued to throw glances in Jax's direction. He hadn't moved, and Wendy was still throwing herself at him, trying to get him to pay attention to her. Elle barely noticed when Happy said something to her.
"Hmm, sorry, what'd you say?" she asked, turning back to look at Happy, who had his hand on her thigh. Happy brought her into the conversation and she tried to focus on him, but couldn't help letting her mind wander to Jax.
Gemma watched the new girl from across the room as she sat with Bex, Happy, and Tig. Happy turned to her, pulling her into the conversation, which Gemma thought was strange. For one, she'd never seen Happy strike up a conversation with any girl. For another, the guys didn't have to work to get pussy in this place. They didn't have to flirt, or sweet talk, or buy drinks. So what was it about this girl that had them working for it?
She continued to watch as Elle snuck stolen glances at Jax before turning back to tell Bex a story. After several minutes, Happy and Tig had finished their conversation and Happy leaned over, whispering in Elle's ear as Elle giggled, nodding.
"Just a minute," Elle said as Happy took her hand and stood up, turning her attention back to Bex. Gemma raised her eyebrows as she watched Happy give Elle a What the Fuck look.
"You're gonna get laid, Hap, just let me finish my story," she said, turning back to Bex to finish what she was saying. Happy scowled, crossing his arms, but to Gemma's utter surprise, stood there and waited for her to finish her story. Bex laughed when she'd finished and Elle stood up as Happy slung his arm around her shoulder. She leaned up, kissing his neck as they stumbled to the rooms in the back. Gemma watched her go, her lips pursed, and her eyebrows raised. In the short time the new girl had been hanging around, she'd someone managed to get these boys in line. She'd managed to fuck nearly every available member of SAMCRO while continuing to hold their respect. She shook her head. 'That girl should not be a fucking croweater,' she thought, before turning her attention on her son.
Tara had skipped out on the last several parties and Gemma knew she and Jax were on the outs. It was only a matter of time before she skipped out of town, leaving Jax to fall apart just as he had the last time she'd left. Only this time it was different. This time it would be the president of SAMCRO falling apart, which could lead the club to call for an officer's challenge and Jax could possibly lose the position he'd worked so hard for. Gemma couldn't let that happen.
She'd seen the new girl giving her son those puppy dog eyes, glaring daggers at Wendy every time she threw herself all over Jax at the parties that Tara was not in attendance at. She knew what those looks meant. Gemma wasn't about to let Wendy swoop in and pick up the pieces when Tara finally split. She'd need a plan.
Happy finally managed to get the door open with Elle sucking gently on his neck and they stumbled into the room. Backed up against the wall, he pushed her down to her knees in front of him as she quickly unzipped his pants, releasing his rock hard cock. She took it into her mouth, her tongue running around the tip and down the length before taking him all in, letting it hit the back of throat.
Happy ran his hands through her hair before cupping the back of her head, slamming himself into her mouth. When he felt like he was starting to lose control, he grabbed her hair, ripping her off him and tossing her back on the bed. He stepped out of his jeans and took his shirt off, walking towards her.
"Take your clothes off," he growled, and she quickly complied as he grabbed a condom from the bedside table. He grabbed her legs, pulling her to the edge of the bed before flipping her over and lifting her ass so she was on all fours. He quickly slid the condom on and gripped her hips, groaning as he slid into her. She gasped as he continued to pound into her until he felt his release building. He quickened his pace and grunted as he came.
He slid out of her and slapped her ass before tossing the condom and lying down on the bed.
"Thanks babe," he said, rolling over, "You can leave now." Elle smirked as she stood up.
"Can I at least get dressed first?" she asked.
"Tig'll be disappointed if you do, but I guess it's all right with me," he said, turning his head to take a last look at her naked body before she picked her clothes up off the floor and hurriedly put them on. She ran her fingers through her hair to make sure it wasn't too tangled before walking out the door, closing it behind her.
A/N please review! I worked really really hard on this chapter and have been playing around with it for the past 4 days or so, so I really want to know what y'all thought! Again, feedback is always appreciated!