It wasn't long before Kiera and Juice were on their bikes getting ready to head out. Juice had gotten a talk from a few members about keeping his hands to himself. He was a glorified bodyguard and someone to keep her mind off all the shit going on. It was about an hours ride to the cabin. They kept it in the club for anyone who needed it. Sometimes when they were feeling the heat from the cops or just went for an escape like Kiera was doing. She got off her bike, letting her hair fall out of the helmet. It had been so long since she had been up there but it was just as she remembered. It was surrounded by trees, the only access was a small dirt road. The cabin was log with a couple bedrooms, a kitchen and small living room with a fireplace and running water. The latter of which Kiera was more than thankful for.

She took the larger room and Juice took the other. There was still food in the cabinets and a few bottles of liquor. He was going through the cabinets when Kiera walked out of her room with just a bikini top and shorts. His eyes couldn't help but wander the curves on her body.

"I'm going swimming in the lake. Feel free to join. I know you're supposed to be babysitting me and all."

He laughed and forced his eyes up from her chest. "Didn't bring any swim trunks."

"You wear boxers, right?" She winked and walked quickly out of the cabin fully aware he would follow.

She was at the edge of the dock, taking off her shorts, by the time he caught up with her. Her long hair reached the top of her bikini bottoms, she threw him a look before diving in. That smoldering look she gave was seared into his brain. Moments later her head popped out of the water. "You coming in or just gonna stare?" She teased.

He set the towels down, stripped all but his boxers and quickly jumped in after her. When he came back up she was just a few feet in front of him and coming closer. She slid her arms around his neck to let him support her while they swam. He gave a small shudder as he felt her body mold into his. "You're gonna get me killed, woman."

She gave a devious smirk. "It's not like they'd ever know." Before he could respond, she quickly dunked him under the water.

They swam for almost an hour, talking and playing like they were teenagers. He didn't have to worry about the club and she didn't have to worry about all the shit she'd dealt with in her past. Juice couldn't remember the last time he'd actually enjoyed himself like this with a girl. Sure he'd hook up with the occasional croweater but once they served their purpose he sent them on their way. Kiera was beyond different. He could talk with her and nothing was ever just about sex. Her having a brain in her head helped move the conversation along. Of course, he knew he couldn't have sex with her or the club would skin him alive. He was surprised at how content he was to be around her. She was laying out on the towel next to him, getting some sun and air drying. Every curve of her was perfect and he noticed a few more tattoos along her body.

"You're staring again, Juicy." She smirked with her eyes still closed.

He laughed and laid back on his own towel. "You're just so full of yourself you assume everyone stares at you."

"It's not assuming when you know it's true."

"There you go being conceded again. Be careful, that's not a very attractive quality."

"All the rest of my qualities make up for it."

"You mean like the fact that you could probably beat the shit out of me?"

She sat up and leaned on her elbows. "It would turn you on if I did." Grinning, she reached over and gave his nipple a small pinch.

"Hey!" He yelled and sat up. "My turn." He smirked and quickly tried to pin her down.

She struggled beneath him, laughing hard. "No. You can't I'm a girl."

"Being a girl has nothing to do with it. It's only fair I get to pinch yours." That's when he caught the look in her eyes. The look of a girl wanting to be kissed. Still on top of her, he brushed her hair out of her face and traced his fingers along her chin. She tilted her chin up and parted her lips slightly, giving every sign to him. He leaned down, came less than an inch from her lips before quickly climbing off. "I can't, I'm sorry."

The same lips he didn't kiss were now pouting at him. "It's not like they're around to catch us. And you know I wouldn't say anything." She insisted.

He sighed and stood up. "I can't." He repeated. "You're not just some girl." He shook his head to try and clear his thoughts and walked back to the cabin leaving her behind to bathe in the sun.

She laid there for a moment before remembering just who she was. She was the daughter of Jim Teller. The Daughter of the Sons they called her. No one was going to turn her down, that was for damn sure. She stormed into that cabin where Juice was sitting on the couch smoking. With one move, she was straddling him on the couch and kissing him deeply. He somehow managed to remember his cigarette and put it out before using both hands to untie her bikini top. She moaned into the kiss as he let his hands finally roam the body he had been craving. When she moved her lips to his neck, he tried protesting again. "You're gonna get me killed, woman." He repeated but even saying that he didn't move his hands from her body.

She sighed and sat back on his lap. "Look at it this way. You're supposed to be helping me relax, right?" He smirked and nodded as she continued. "Well, I haven't gotten laid in a while and what better way to relax?" That was logic he couldn't argue with. Wrapping her legs around his waist, he quickly stood from the couch and carried her back to her room. The entire way she bit and kissed down his neck, driving him mad. He lightly tossed her back on the bed before climbing on top of her and removing what little was left of her clothing and his own. It would have to be another time where he would take it slow and gentle. This girl had been teasing and tempting him for too long and he was taking what she was offering.

They dozed off afterward and Juice woke up first. He almost couldn't believe Kiera was laying beside him. She was on her stomach when he noticed a tattoo on her back. He had seen glimpses of it before but had never fully been able to see what it was. Very gently, he moved her hair off to the side and saw the most detailed angel wings. They were just shades of grey with what appeared to be scorch marks on the feathers. In the center of the wings was a beautiful Celtic cross and just below that was "SOA" in script. He traced a finger along the tattoos, the wings went all the way from the back of her shoulders to the top of her butt cheeks. The detail was amazing. "You've graduated from staring to touching." She mumbled from her position hugging a pillow.

He chuckled and kissed her on the back just inside the wings. "And now I'm kissing. But seriously Kiera this tat is amazing. How long did it take?"

"About six months. Went to a guy south of here." She turned her head to smile at him. "Sadly, I don't get to enjoy it as much as I'd like."

"I wouldn't mind enjoying it more." He placed more kisses down her back causing shivers to race down her spine. This time he was determined to take it slow and taste every inch of her.

They made up a big pot of stew, lit the fireplace and played cards and board games the rest of the evening. It seemed like every time Kiera started to think about Charming Juice was right there with something new to distract her. At one point in the evening, she laid in his arms while they talked. He told her a little about his past and how he met the Sons. She told him stories of the trouble her and Jax got into while they were kids. Her first time going to jail was because she shoplifted a bottle of booze. They never pressed charges but she had to clean up trash along side of the road for weeks. Opie and Jax never let her live that one down.

They made love all throughout the night. He was almost disappointed when he didn't find her in bed the next morning. Following the smell of coffee, he found her sitting at the table smoking and sipping coffee. "Perfect way to start the morning." He smiled and kissed her cheek before joining her.

"I'd always spend my weekend mornings with dad while mom slept in. He always had a cup of coffee and a cigarette. Guess I followed in those footsteps." She gave a sad smile as he reached for her hand.

"I wouldn't say it ever stops hurting. But it does get easier." When she didn't say anything he continued. "I lost my little brother when I was about fifteen. He was thirteen and hanging out with kids older than me. I was working at the time so I wasn't always around the house to spend time with him. There was a drive-by meant for the older kids, Jose got caught in the crossfire."

She stood from the table and went to sit in his lap. "It wasn't your fault."

"It took me years to accept that. But there are days when I still think there was something I could have done." He softly kissed her. "We all lose people we care about. But they really wouldn't want us not living our lives because of their deaths."

She had a memory of her mother telling her father something very similar after his brother died. "You know you're a lot smarter than people give you credit for."

"I just like to keep people in the dark, that way it surprises them when I come up with something brilliant." He held her on his lap while they finished up their coffee. "Ready to go home today?"

Home, there was that word again. It always seemed to hit harder than it should. "I think I am." She smiled brightly at a thought. "I've even been considering staying. With Jax having a kid and all. This is the only family I have left." There was a hint of sadness in her voice.

Excitement rushed through him at the thought of her staying. But it was quickly extinguished at knowing that he would always see her but never be able to have her. She would never be someone's old lady, she was too independent for that. But she would always be around the club and him. He forced a smile. "I know everyone would love you to stay."

She laughed and nodded, her thoughts elsewhere so she didn't notice his reactions. "Gemma would be ecstatic."

They rode back to the clubhouse just in time to see Chibs and a few others walking out looking happier than usual. Kiera parked her bike away from where the others lined theirs. She headed back over towards Juice who was laughing and looking like a little boy who found his fathers Playboy.

"Kiera!" Tig wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "We're in the porn business now. If you ever wanna audition, you just let me know and I'll get you in. Just you and me, doll." Smirking, he received a hard slap on his ass in response.

"Keep dreaming Trigger."

"Always will babe." He chuckled and went to his bike. "Come on Juice, we gotta get to work."

"I'm guessing work means going to watching Luann shoot?" She chuckled.

"Sure is. Best damn job a guy could ask for." Chibs was next to hop on his bike.

Juice just looked at her for a second before shrugging and hoping back on his bike to join them.

Kiera wasn't sure why she was so mad that he jumped at the chance to go look at naked women. It wasn't like they were dating or anything. They probably wouldn't be allowed to date anyway. To top it all off, she wasn't even sure she wanted to date him. She figured he probably wanted an old lady. Well, she was certainly no ones old lady that was for damn sure. He could have at least acted like he wasn't so excited to go since they had just had sex less than twelve hours ago.

She hadn't meant to but she stormed into the office where she found Gemma sitting behind the desk. Her aunt looked up from the books. "Alright, sorry, I'll get out of your chair." She teased before seeing that Kiera was actually upset about something. "What's wrong, baby? I thought your trip to the cabin was supposed to relax you. You look more angry than when you left."

"Are you okay with their newly found business in the cum-factory?"

"Luann is family and she needed some help. And the boys needed legit money coming in. It's kind of a win-win." She shrugged.

"Yeah except now the boys will only be thinking when their dicks with this kind of business."

"They always think with their dicks. That's why they have old ladies to help keep their upstairs brains working as much as possible." She got a small smile from Kiera. "Now why do you care if they go look at tits and call it work?" The girl just shrugged and pretended to be looking through the books. "Is it about your feelings for Juice?"

"I don't have feelings for him. We're friends." When she refused to look up, Gemma knew her suspicions were correct.

"Friends who sleep together?"

"Sometimes friends sleep together. No big deal."

Gemma went and sat on the desk next to her. "It's a big deal when one starts having feelings for the other."

Kiera clenched her jaw. "What's it matter? It's not like he has feelings for me anyway."

"I don't believe that, baby. I've seen the way he looks at you."

"If he had feelings he wouldn't have run off so quickly."

A thought popped into Gemma's head. "Go shopping. There's a party there tonight. Get something that will blow those whores out of the water." She finally looked up to her aunt with a grin. "He'll see who's the better choice. Even if the club will probably kill him if he did anything." She kissed her forehead, giving her blessing of whatever Kiera decided to do.