Elle and Bex arrived at the party that night, Elle dressed slightly more conservatively in jeans and a red semi low v neck t-shirt. Tonight she was not aiming for slutty. All she wanted to do was see Jax with Wendy with her own eyes, so she could lose the little feeling of hope still fluttering around inside of her and move on. They walked up the lot to see the party even more rowdy than usual, what with the celebration of the return from the run.
Elle took a deep breath as they walked into the clubhouse, not really sure if this was such a good plan or not. Without stopping to look around to see who was where, she bee-lined it for the bar and walked behind it, grabbing herself a beer. Bex followed her, bouncing around, saying hi to the guys – clearly in her element, and hopped on a stool on the other side of the bar. Elle quickly finished her beer and started on another one before finally taking a look around to see if she could see Jax. She scanned the room and when she didn't see him she assumed he must be outside.
'Or in the back with Wendy,' she thought ruefully to herself. Tig walked up to the bar just then, throwing his arm around Bex and looking at Elle.
"Snow White has returned!" he said, and she grinned as she handed him a beer. He took a swig of it grinning as he looked between the girls.
"So is tonight gonna be the night, then?" he asked, wriggling his eyebrows and motioning between the three of them. Bex laughed as Elle looked curiously at her. Bex winked at her before turning back to Tig, wrapping her arms around him suggestively.
"I don't know, Tiggy, it could be," she purred. He kissed her and turned back to Elle, but before she could respond, she saw Jax, alone, swaggering down the hall from the dorm rooms and through the clubhouse. He strode up to the bar, about to tell Elle to grab him a bottle of whatever, when he realized who it was.
"Oh, hey," Jax said, their last encounter fresh on both of their minds. Bex's eyes widened as watched the exchange, still draped around Tig. Elle tucked a strand of hair behind her ear nervously and smiled at him.
"Hey," she said. Tig looked between the two of them, a scowl on his face.
"So… how are you doing?" she asked. He tugged on his beard, his grin dropping slightly as he shrugged.
"I'm doin fine, darlin," he said, leaning over the bar towards her.
"Glad to hear it," she said, smiling at him, "Can I, uh, get you anything?" she asked. He nodded, his eyes not leaving her face, a slight smile on his lips.
"Yeah, grab me a bottle of vodka," he said. She grinned.
"You haven't run through em all, yet?" she asked.
"Nah, I had ma get another case," he said grinning as she handed the bottle to him from across the bar. His hand lingered on hers as he took the bottle from her and he changed his mind, setting the bottle aside.
"Actually, I'm not really in the mood for vodka tonight," he said, "Will you grab me a beer?" Elle nodded, handing one to him and he twisted the cap off. She grabbed another one for herself and joined him on the other side of the bar, almost completely forgetting Tig and Bex were still standing there. Jax turned around, looking behind him at the empty booth in the corner.
"C'mere," he said, jerking his head towards the booth and taking her hand. Tig slammed his hand on the bar.
"Goddammit, Jax!" he yelled, and Jax looked over at him surprised, a small smirk on his face.
"Yeah?" he said, amused. Tig looked desperately between Elle and Bex.
"Sorry, Tig," Elle said, unable to hide her laugh, "I guess tonight's not gonna be the night," she said as Jax led her away to the booth in the corner, Tig muttering something about a pussy stealing, threesome blocking, asshole mutinously under his breath.
"So… haven't seen you around in a while," he said after they'd sat down next to each other and her heart started thumping. He was extremely close to her.
"Yeah, you know, been busy," Elle said evasively, trying to get a read on what he was thinking and having absolutely no luck. He nodded, leaning closer towards her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.
"Well, I'm glad you're back," he murmured into her ear. His breath on her neck sent shivers down her spine as her heart started beating so fast she worried he'd be able to hear it.
"Oh yeah?" she said, cocking her eyebrow and trying her best at flirting, but he was making it very difficult as she could hardly breathe with him so close to her, "Why's that?" He laughed softly, tucking her hair behind her ear as he looked into her eyes.
"Because I haven't been able to get you out of my head since the last time I saw you," he said honestly, 'And I really need to get you out of my system' he thought to himself.
"Really?" Elle practically choked out at his unexpected confession. She cleared her throat, taking a deep breath, "Um, I mean… I've thought a lot about you, too," she finally admitted. He grinned as he lowered his head, kissing her neck gently. She moaned and he lifted his head, bringing his free hand up to her cheek as he pulled her in to kiss her. She wrapped her arms around him, their bodies entwined in the small confines of the booth. Elle felt heart rush through her body as Jax kissed her urgently, every nerve in her body standing on end.
"I want you so bad," he whispered in her ear, breaking apart their kiss and pressing his forehead against hers. She looked at him, a split second to make her decision, before nodding. She'd never wanted anyone as badly in her life. Jax stood up, taking Elle's hand as she stood and led her to his old dorm room in the back.
Jax opened the door for her and she walked in, turning around to face him as he swaggered up to her slowly and ran his hands up and down her arms, staring into her eyes. He couldn't get over how beautiful she was. She'd done her makeup lighter today and if anything it made her look even more striking. He tried to shake the feeling from his head, reminding himself that she was only a croweater. That she'd already slept with half his charter. That this night was only so he could finally stop wondering what it was like to be with her and she'd be out of his system.
He wrapped her in his arms, leaning down to kiss her. She threw her arms around his neck, his kisses becoming more urgent as his arms slid under the back of her shirt, feeling the curve of the small of her back. He lifted her shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside as he continued kissing her. She reached up, slipping his cut off and letting it fall to the floor as he reached around her, expertly unhooking her strapless bra.
She moaned as one of his hands reached up to cup her breast, her nipples hardening at his touch, the other hand wrapped around her head, holding her to him. She tugged on the bottom of his tshirt, wanting to feel his bare skin pressed against hers, and he took a step back, ripping it off, before sliding his hand in the waist band of her jeans, pulling her towards him. With a flick of his hand he unbuttoned her jeans and she peeled them off, standing naked before him.
His eyes traveled the curves of her body and stepped towards her, closing the gap between them. He took her breasts in his hands, kissing the tops of her mounds, groaning in anticipation of what he was going to do her when he got her on her back and how she would feel wrapped around his cock.
He backed her up until she hit the bed, her knees buckling beneath her as she fell onto the bed. She leaned back on her elbows, her breathing rapid and the butterflies quivering in her belly. Her eyes traveled down his toned chest to his belted jeans, slung low on his hips over his white boxers. She watched as he slowly undid his belt buckle and unzipped his jeans, letting them fall to the floor. He walked slowly towards her and Elle sat up, running her hands down his chest, feeling him tremble under her touch. She looked up into his face, into his beautiful blue, lust filled eyes, wondering if this was the right moment for this and knowing even if it wasn't, she'd passed the point of no return long ago.
He bent over her kissing her as he forced her on her back, settling himself on top of her. He slowly began to kiss down her body and she felt a strong intake of breath as he went lower and lower, kissing her inner thighs, his beard brushing against her skin, before rubbing his thumb against her clit. She gasped as he inserted one, then two fingers, pumping them in and out of her, feeling her wetness as he leaned forward, his tongue brushing her clit.
She writhed at his touch and whimpered as he removed his fingers and moved up her body, kissing her as she wrapped her legs around him. He grinned down at her as he drove himself into her and she moaned at the feeling of fulfillment. He reached up, brushing the hair from her face and staring into her eyes, getting lost in the moment as he thrust in and out of her. She smiled up at him, wrapping an arm around his neck and running her fingers through his hair. He quickened his pace and she moaned, pushing her hips up to get as much of him inside of her as possible. He slowed down, once again reminding himself why he was fucking her, that this was only to remind him that she was just a croweater. And this was not how he fucked croweaters.
He flipped over quickly so she was on top of him, straddling him. Her hair fell forward around her face and he watched her tits rise and fall with her heavy breathing.
"Ride me," he growled at her and she lowed herself onto him, a moan escaping her lips as she once again felt him enter her.
He watched her, her face contorted in ecstasy as she moved her hips, falling into a rhythm, moaning as he lifted his hips to feel her completely wrapped around him. Her breathing shallowed as her pace quickened and she let out a guttural moan as she braced herself on his shoulders. She shuddered as he felt her spasm around his cock and he lost his control, releasing himself inside of her.
She collapsed on top of him and he pulled her close, kissing her softly as their breathing slowly steadied and they fell asleep.
Jax awoke the next morning to find Elle still curled into him, her head on his chest, their legs intertwined and her arm thrown around his chest while his was wrapped around her back. He pulled her closer, kissing her forehead and enjoying the feel of her skin against his until his early morning haze lifted and he realized this was the first time he'd spent the night with a girl besides Tara. He closed his eyes, rolling away from her. Instead of getting her out of his system, their romp in the sheets had engrained her more completely in it.
"Fuck," he muttered to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose as she slowly stirred. He looked over at her and she smiled at him.
"Morning," she said sleepily. He nodded in reply.
"You need to go," he stated. She looked at him, her smile faltering, and he felt his heart constrict, "I've just got a busy morning," he muttered. She nodded and got out of bed, quickly pulling her clothes on. She glanced back him lying on the bed, his hands rubbing his face, once again wondering what he was thinking as he continued to avoid her gaze. The memory of last night, of him staring deeply into her eyes as he was inside of her, contrasted deeply with the man in the bed this morning.
"Okay, well, see you later, I guess," she said.
"Yeah," he replied, still not looking at her, as she stepped through the door, closing it behind her. He rolled over, groaning. Well if fucking her hadn't gotten her out of his head, he'd just need to go the other way and completely avoid her.
Elle walked disheartened down the hall and into the main room, passing all the passed out half naked bodies lying disheveled and precarious around the clubhouse. Last night had been so amazing, but she knew it had been a mistake. He obviously didn't feel for her the way she did for him, and she had just made it even harder on herself by sleeping with him. She mentally slapped herself in the forehead as she passed the bar, heading towards the front door.
Her head jerked as a loud snore startled her from her thoughts and she looked to see Tig roll over on the bar, accidentally shoving Leslie, who was lying on top of him, onto the floor.
"Love ya, babe," Tig muttered, rolling back over as Leslie bounced back up, giggling, wearing only a tiny skirt that was hanging on her hips.
"Love ya, too!" she said as she turned to run out the door. She made it all the way outside before she paused, laughing again, and ran back inside.
"I forgot my shirt!" she said, grabbing it off the floor by the bar.
"That's why I love ya," Tig said grinning, one eye opened as he watched Leslie pull her shirt back on.
"K, bye Tig! Bye Elle!" she said, heading out of the door, "Bye, Wendy!" she called as she passed the pool table. Elle looked over to see Wendy's form lying on the pool table, Chibs' arm wrapped tightly around her, and hurried out of the clubhouse, it was way too early in the morning for a Wendy confrontation.
Wendy stirred as she heard Leslie call her name and she opened her eyes, seeing Elle walk towards the clubhouse door. Her eyes narrowed as she watched her leave. Jax had let her spend the night? She'd been spending weeks trying to get Jax to forget about Tara and realize what a fine old lady she'd make, and he'd still never let her stay the entire night. She was not going to stand for some bimbo in a tight pair of jeans ruining things for her. Clearly her threats weren't keeping Elle away, and talking to jax was useless. She'd need a new plan to make sure Elle stayed far, far away.
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