Chapter 2

The bike ride to Jax's house felt like forever to Logan from how cold she was. It was 70 out, but with the wind and her attire, it felt like 40. When the bike pulled into his driveway and shut off she finally got relief. She jumped off the back and took the helmet off, trying to fix her hair. From the time they left the club to arriving at his house, her drunk set in more. She was a little past tipsy at this point and really wanted to sit down and smoke.

Jax wondered where Opie was, and then got a phone call.

"Yeah?...Ha...Alright, man. Mhm, later." He hung up and began walking towards his door, digging for his keys.

"Where's your friend?" Jax chuckled as he slid the key in the hole.

"His old lady was horny so they just went home." Logan laughed.

She knew how that was once upon a time. She hadn't had sex in almost 6 months, since her and her long-term boyfriend broke things off. Jax opened the door and waited for Logan to get in before he closed it behind them. She looked around at his beautiful home, from the light grey painted walls, to the hardwood floors and art decor. Not what she expected for a bike gang member. She was in a daze and didn't even notice that Jax was talking to her.

"Hello?" he repeated. She snapped out of it, a bit embarressed. "What do you want to drink?"

"Uh, can I just have some water for right now? I really wanna smoke." Jax smiled and nodded.

"Well, the living room is right in there." he pointed into a room to Logans left. "Pack up whatever, I'll be in." He walked off to the kitchen and Logan into the living room. There was a beautiful leather couch and marble coffee table, with many different pieces sitting on it; two bongs, one being the one he mentioned, two bowl, and a steam roller. She chose the bong he had brought up earlier in the club. She took a seat on the couch, feeling way drunk at this point. She grabbed a grinder that was sitting on the table, packing it full. She twisted and twisted, and then emptied its contents onto the table. Jax came into the room as she was packing the bong. A glass of water for her, and a beer for him. He sat down right next to her.

She finished packing the bong and put it to her lips, lighting the green. She sucked and sucked and sucked, pulling up as much smoke as she could. Pulling out the slide, she ripped it, taking in all the smoke. Without a cough, she held it in until almost all the smoke had disappeared when she exhaled. Jax looked a bit impressed. A college degree and she can smoke. Damn. It wasn't typical for him to show interest in someone he had just met, or let alone someone from New Jersey. He took the bong and hit it, just not as hard as her.

He passed it back to her, but she declined. "Can I use your bathroom first?" Jax nodded, pointing to a hallway.

"It's the second door on the left. Light switch is right inside the door." Logan smiled and got up, following his directions. Taking a quick pee, she wiped, washed her hands and took a quick look in the mirror. For how faded she felt, she didn't look bad at all. She exited the bathroom, shutting the light off behind her. Glancing across the hall, something caught her eye; a crib. She snuck over to the room across the hallway, snooping. It was a nursery, equipped with everything you'd need for a child, and it was all blue and nautical. Before further investigating she heard Jax cough and got nervous, running out and back to the living room.

"Feel better?" he asked, handing the bong to her once more. She nodded, accepting it.

Would it be weird for me to ask him that? She lit the bong and breathed in. Would he think I'm creepy? She exhaled.

"So, do you have a kid?" Or word vomit works. Her face turned red. She was mortified.

He laughed as he took the bong from her, slightly nodding. "Yeah, I do. What about you?"

She quickly shook her head. "I just graduated college. Kids haven't exactly been part of my plan just yet."

Jax hit the bong and tried to hold back a laugh, but couldn't, and ended up in a coughing fit.

"I think more kids are unplanned than planned, so can they really fall into a part of a plan?" He had a point, and she knew that more than anything.

Her Junior year of college wasn't exactly the easiest, seeing as an almost baby did pop-up, but she made the decision to terminate the pregnancy and finish out her college degree. Looking back, she had no regrets, seeing as her and her boyfriend didn't work out anyways, and she just got this great new job opportunity. She wanted to be a mother; just not right at that minute.

"That's very true." she grinded up more weed, and grab one of the bowls, packing it full. "So do you have a son? A daughter?" Playing stupid, hoping he didn't realize just how much snooping she was doing.

He smirked. "I have a little boy. Abel." Logan smiled when she saw his eyes light up. She knew he loved his son, and by the looks of the nursery, he was spoiled. "He's with his mothers parents this weekend. She's not really in his life, so I like him to at least know his grandparents. All he has is me, Ma and SAMCRO."

Now the real talking was about to start. Logan got the bowl burning and the two began passing it back and forth, talking inbetween hits.

"What exactly is SAMCRO? Like, what do you guys do?" She was extremely curious.

"We're.. Business men. SAMCRO is Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club Redwood Original. It's what we call our clubs division. You sure are curious." He raised an eyebrow to her.

Logan took the last sip of her water, feeling refreshed.

"I'm a type A personality. I like to know everything and anything I can learn." she hit the bowl and passed it to him. "Can I get that drink now?" Jax nodded, standing up.

That package. Mmm. Logan struggled to control herself from oogling him and his prominant package.

"What do you want? Beer? Whiskey? Vodka? Mixed drink? Shots?"

Logan set the bowl down and stood up to just follow him to the kitchen to scope out drink options for herself. Jax put all the bottles on the counter. Logan looked them over. She decided to drink a Jack and Coke, but the bottle of American Honey looked just as good, and there happened to be two shot glasses. Logan made her drink and grabbed the bottle and the shot glasses and headed into the living room. He grabbed a few beers and followed her, keeping a distance, because he didn't mind watching her walk away.

She repacked the bowl and handed it to Jax for a green hit. She poured two shots.

"I'm assuming a guy like you has done death shots before?" He raised his eyebrow to her like she was crazy.

Shaking his head he responded, "I have no fucking clue what you're talking about." Followed by a slight chuckle.

Logan smiled and pushed one of the shot glasses over to him. She grabbed the other bowl and packed it.

"Okay, so we each have a shot and a bowl. Back home you're supposed to clear the bowl, hold it in, take the shot, and exhale; but I'll take it easy on you. Just hit the bowl and take the shot."

"Princess, I think the only one taking it easy on anyone would be me taking it easy on you." Her cheeks turned red. What does that mean? She was flustered and felt like a girl in high school all over again.

Changing the subject, she said, "Okay, hit the damn bowl and take your shot." At the same time, the two of them hit the bowls long and hard, followed by a sweet shot of American honey. The two exhaled together. Jax leaned back against the couch, taking a second for everything to set in. He liked that; he liked it a lot.

Logan poured two more shots while Jax dug around in an end table. He tossed a bag of weed and a blunt wrap on the table.

"Wanna smoke a fat one?" he asked. She nodded.

"First, let's take these shots." she pushed his infront of him. They cheered together and down the hatch it went.

Logan sipped on her drink while Jax rolled the blunt.

"So you said your sons mother isn't in his life." She struck up conversation. Jax nodded while he twisted the blunt.

"Yeah.." he paused, thinking of the right thing to say. "Not all of the work SAMCRO has done is honest, I'm sure you've heard. I met her in a not so great way and my son was the product of a one night stand with a junkie. Poor guy was in the hospital for two weeks after he was born with withdrawl from the bitch."

Logan knew how that was all too well. Her mother abadoned her and her younger brother when they were 6 and 4, leaving them with their father because a life of sex and drugs was more important to her. Logans brother Thomas followed well in her footsteps, over-dosing and dying Logans senior year of high school. She just could never comprehend how an addiction could be so strong you choose it over everything.

"Well, I'm glad he's with you then. It seems like he's in good hands."

Jax looked up through his long blonde hair and smirked at her, his blue eyes meeting her grey ones.

"You're known me for less than 24 hours. How do you know I'm not a cold blooded murderer?" He began licking the blunt to seal it.

Logan was so focused on his long tongue, moving up and down. God, he was so sexy and she wanted every part of him; but it wasn't going to happen, yet.

"Well, if you were going to kill me, I doubt you'd tell me, and I'm sure you would have done it long before now." He smiled at her; she had a good point. He scooted a bit closer to her and leaned back lighting the blunt. He crossed his leg and threw his arm up on the couch, almost around her shoulders.

Logan set her drink down and sunk into the couch, relaxing, waiting for the blunt to come her way. She took a hit and held it in, feeling her head change more.

"Do you want a shotgun?" she asked him. He gladly accepted.

Logan flipped the blunt around so the burning end was in her mouth. Jax put his mouth on the other end of the blunt and Logan blew, filling his lungs and mouth completely with smoke. He pulled away coughing, and she giggled.

"Someone can't handle a shot gun!" she teased, hitting the blunt and passing it back to him.

Once he caught his breath, he had to prove a point.

"Okay, attitude. Let me give you one." She shrugged and turned towards him. He gave her a shotgun and not once did Logan cough, during inhale or exhale.

The two shotgunned back and forth, back forth. Taking turns on whose was better and who coughed more. The blunt was smoked down to nearly nothing and they were tied.

"One more?" Jax asking, about to put it in his mouth. Logan took a breath, nodding, trying to prepare.

She surveyed the situation, knowing how small the blunt was, her lips were going to touch his a little. Putting on her big girl pants, she sucked it up and leaned in.

Surely enough, her lips pressed right against his. Jax blew and blew, giving her as much smoke as possible. Logan pulled away, but it had a different outcome this time. Jax quickly took the blunt out of his mouth, reached and grabbed the back of Logans head and pulled her in to meet his lips again.

She closed her eyes and slowly exhaled smoke, the two exchanging it along with kisses and saliva.

Jax ran his figers through her hair, as she did to him. He bit her bottom lip sofly, and traced his tongue over it. Abruptly, he pushed his tongue into her mouth. She fought back with her own, the two twisting and dancing for dominance; Jax won.

After a steamy make-out sess lasting about 10-15 minutes, the two pulled apart, breathless.

Logan looked down at her phone, not sure what to think about what just happened, but she wasn't about to let it go any further. It was going on almost 2 in the moring.

"I should really get going." Jax looked a little hurt. "It's late and I have to get up early. I need to go shopping to get stuff for work, but, uh.." she wasn't so sure about this. "What are you doing tomorrow?" He didn't look so hurt anymore.

"I'm not sure yet, but I'd like to see you for a bit." Logan smiled. "Let me drive you to your hotel?" She bit her lip.

"That bike is really cold." She didn't want to hurt his feelings, but it was freezing on that thing in clothes like she had on.

"I have a car, you know." She looked rather surprised, and it made him laugh a bit.

"Are you sober enough?" He raised his eyebrow to her.

"I've had two beers and those couple shots. Besides being high, I'm fine." He did seem pretty sober, so she decided it was safe. Making sure she had all of her things and he had his, the two headed out a door connected to the kitchen, which lead to a garage. Jax must have moved his bike into there when Logan wasn't paying attention, because it was parked next to a big shining Escalade. Jax unlocked it and the two got in.

"Can I smoke in here?" she asked, holding up a cigarette. Jax nodded, lighting one for himself.

"Which hotel are you staying at?"

Logan lit her cigarette and exhaled. "The Ramada on Cove Drive." Jax knew exactly where to go.

It was silent car ride, filled with chain smoking cigarettes. Jax pulled into the customer parking lot and told Logan he was walking her to her door, no ifs ands or buts. The two of them got dirty looks from the man at the reception desk. Jax did the most polite thing, and flipped him the finger. The two laughed and ran into the elevator.

"Badass, much?" Logan questioned, giggling. Jax smiled.

"Nah, just not a fan of prissy assholes." Logan agreed completely. The elevator opened on Logans floor and the two walked to her room.

"420?" Jax laughed. His laugh was so addicting it made Logan laugh. She loved hearing it.

"I thought it was ironic myself." She smiled. Jax starred at her; Fuck. She's so gorgeous. "Well," Logan reached into her wallet and pulled out a pen. She wrote her phone number on Jaxs hand. "Call me tomorrow so we can do something." she slid the key card into the door and opened it. Jax leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"I'm looking forward to it." She closed the door, waving and smiling at him as he disappeared behind the door. Logan leaned against the door and slid down it, breathing heavy.

"Wow." she said to herself before stripping down, setting an alarm and passing out for the night.

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