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My Thoughts of You

-"Where are we going?" - Tara asked him once they'd freshen up and Tara changed into a yellow sundress, her hair tied in a bun.

She had ballet flats on, sunglasses perched on top of her head.

-"Anywhere you want."

They came out of clubhouse, walking side by side. Jax's hands were in his pockets as he strode towards his bike.

He changed into a white undershirt and black shorts, his hair tied in a messy bun. He offered to carry her sports bag, but she refused.

-"Hmm, I'd love some cake."

Jax frowned, a questioning look on his face. Tara grinned.

-"I have a sweet tooth."

Jax mouthed to say she had everything sweet, but thankfully he didn't say anything.

It seemed as though ever dirty or semi dirty thing that came to his mind around her was just eating away at him, just wanting to come out. It was stupid and he knew it, but he just couldn't explain it.

He wanted to tell her how hot she looked while she jumped that rope. How amazing her legs and her whole stance had been while she punched that bag.

When he placed his hands on her hips, it was like that first day they had lessons all over again.

The smell of her hair had him lost in a cherry orchard for a moment, and he found himself inching to smell it some more, before he realised what he was doing. And by that time, his hands began to tremble at the contact with her body, his index fingers brushing the skin above the hem of her shorts.

And when she turned her head and their lips were so close to each other, he just wanted to lean forward and taste them, see if they tasted anything like cherries.

Jax was confused to say the least.

This was another guy's girl. What the fuck was he doing sniffing her hair and thinking of what her lips tasted like? She was off limits.

-"Ok, I'm takin' you to the best cake shop in town."

He shot her his signature smirk, only this time it was the most genuine smirk he'd ever given to any chick.

They reached the lot and Jax straddled his bike, waiting for Tara to sit behind him. Instead, she just stood, looking at the bike.

-"Is this your bike?" - she asked wide eyed.

Jax's gaze dropped to his bike and he caressed it proudly.

-"Yeah. You ever been on a bike before?"

She sneered, rolling her eyes.

-"Of course. Neal has two, I think. Though, his are more modern or whatever you call it. I guess this is a classic."

Jax grinned.

-"Yeah. Hop on." - he said, tapping at the seat.

She arched an eyebrow and he thought she looked fucking adorable.

-"I'm in a fucking dress. How do you expect me to keep my ass covered while riding?"

Jax gulped.

He definitely did not want anyone staring at her naked ass, although he himself couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to have her naked on that same bike, doing all sorts of things with her...

-"You have your shorts, right? Put them on. I'll wait."

She sighed, her gaze darting across the lot as she chewed her lower lip.

-"I'll go change behind that car. Be right back."

She walked to the car, her dress fluttering around her. Jax watched her go and his eyes skimmed her slim figure and the way she swayed her hips.

He would have continued watching her if Winsome hadn't shown up out of nowhere and pushed her tongue down his throat, her face obstructing his view of Tara.

-"What the fuck?" - he said pushing her away with an angry look on his face.

She stumbled on her heels.

-"I just wanted to kiss you. I haven't seen you in a while."

Covering his face with his hand, he let out an exasperating sigh.

This was good. He was Jax Teller. Women threw themselves at his feet. What the fuck did he get upset about?

Plastering his smirk, he assessed her from head to toe, before pulling her closer.

-"Sorry, darlin'. You just surprised me, that's all."

He was well aware that she smelled of pot and booze, but he didn't care.

Kissing her hard on the lips, he closed his eyes imagining what it would be like to kiss Tara. Would her tongue assault his mouth like Winsome's did or would it lazily play with his own?

His hand travelled down her body, cupping her ass. She gasped into his mouth, her bitter breath mixing with his.

And then he felt her approaching him.

It was the weirdest shit ever.

He got goosebumps all over his skin, his head turning naturally in her direction without him even wanting it. His hands immediately left Winsome's body, slightly pushing her away from him.

-"Wow, Teller! I leave you alone for one second and you immediately find some entertainment."

Dropping his head he snickered, while Winsome looked really pissed that her time with Jax was cut short.

-"You his girl or sometin'?" - she spat, tossing her long brown hair back.

Jax lifted his head to look at Tara. She lifted her brows and pointed her finger at herself.

-"Me? Oh, no no no. This one is all yours, honey. I have my own man."

A pained expression flashed Jax's face. His jaw clenched, his hands gripping hard the handles of his bike.

It felt like something had stung his heart.

Tara said the words with such certainty, that it took him a few moments to realise that her words were not supposed to affect him. After all, she was right.

She had her man. A nice guy who loved her. Who by the way was his sponsor and wouldn't appreciate knowing that his fiancé's words hurt Jax's ego and, he would never admit it, his feelings.

It wasn't just about what she had said. It was how she had said it that bothered him. Like there was no chance in hell she would ever be with a guy like him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! Why do I care?

-"I'm just helpin' her with something."

Jax kissed Winsome one more time, this time more forcefully, like he had something to prove. He made sure he made her moan loudly before letting her go, with her lips swollen from his onslaught.

From the corner of his eye he saw that Tara blushed, and he was inexplicably happy to see her like that. She was obviously uncomfortable to have witnessed this spit exchange. Good, he thought, that's how I felt watching you and your boyfriend the other day.

His behaviour was borderline childish. What business did he have making Tara uncomfortable? What's it to him?

-"See you later, Jax."

Winsome waved at him and walked away without giving a second glance to Tara.

-"Are you done with your groupies or are we waiting for more to show up?"

Her tone was mildly irritated, her arms crossed on her chest. Jax wanted to believe that irritation was because she saw him kissing another girl rather than because she was anxious to go to the cake shop.

-"Jealous?" - He asked with a crooked smirk, gauging her reaction.

She blushed again and Jax fought back a laugh. She was jealous. Or that's what he liked to think.

-"Yeah, Teller. I'm jealous of some groupie shoving her tongue down your throat so unattractively while smelling like a dumpster. Please."

She rolled her eyes at him.

-"Maybe you'd like to show me an attractive way of shoving your tongue down my throat?" - he joked.

Tara walked up to him and sat behind him on his bike, wrapping her arms around his torso, her small sports bag hanging from her shoulder.

-"Ha ha ha. Very funny. There's only one guy I'm shoving my tongue into, and it ain't you, Teller."

His heart clenched again.

What was with her words that hurt him so much? She was right. She had a boyfriend, a fiancé, for fuck sake, he repeated to himself for the umpteenth time. What the fuck was he trying to do, saying all those idiocies?

-"Your loss, babe."

And here he goes again. The fuck, Teller?

He turned on the engine, and soon they sped through the down, a gentle breeze caressing their skin.

Jax had to remind himself that Tara wasn't just any girl on his bike, because he half expected her to reach down and stroke his pulsating cock.

The warmth of her palms pressed against his torso was almost unbearable. It spread through his body like a wildfire threatening to consume him all.

He heard her laugh and he glanced at the side mirror. Her head was tossed back, a wide smile playing on her lips, her eyes shielded by her sunglasses.

Her dress was fluttering on the breeze, exposing her thighs. Jax wished nothing more but to reach out and caress them, feel her soft naked skin under his fingers.

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Flash Forward

-"Tara I can explain."

-"What, Jackson? What can you explain?"- she screamed, tossing a lamp in his direction.

Jax quickly ducked, and the lamp hit the wall behind him. The light bulb shattered.

-"Babe, please!" – Jax pleaded, his hands clasped together as in a prayer.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, her throat hurt from all the yelling and she felt her knees giving up. She dropped to the floor, sobs escaping her lips. She was shaking.

-"You son of a bitch! How could you do this to me?"

Her heart was crushed in smithereens. There was nothing left. It was all a lie.

-"Please, babe."

Jax crawled to her, reaching out to take her hand. She winced at his touch.

-"Get away from me!"

She got up and wiped her tears. Pointing a finger at him, she cried out:

-"I hate you with every fibber of my being. If you come anywhere close to me, I'll end you."

Jax mouthed to say something, but her words shocked him. He felt his throat go dry.

-"You don't mean that. Yo-you don't hate me."

-"I do."

He couldn't breathe. It was like she knocked the air out of his lungs with her words.

-"Tar-"

-"Fuck you, Teller! Do not dare to follow me!"

She stormed out of his room, leaving Jax in a state of complete disbelief.

He pulled himself to the wall, leaning against it. He felt his heart constrict and in matter of seconds, Jax started crying.

He cried for hours, not bothering to wipe the tears. Every once in a while, a scream would escape his lips.

He sounded like a dying animal pleading for someone to save it. But no one was there. The only person who could save him was gone.

She was gone. She left him. She was gone.

It was all his fucking fault...

(Thoughts? How did you like Jax's attitude around Tara in the first part of the chapter? What do you think happened between them? Leave me some reviews, love you all xoxo)