Sorry I didn't post it when I said I would I've been sick and busy. I know this is short but this is the second part to the previous chapter. Are you guys getting bored with this? I have a feeling some people might be. If you have any suggestions that would make it more interesting please let me know. Apart from that Please read and review, it means a lot.

WARNING: MILD SEXUAL CONTENT. IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT THEN DON'T READ IT. IT'S NOT GOOD ANYWAY BUT I DID TRY.

CHAPTER TWELVE: Lost in One Another

When Lacey ran out of tears and calmed down a little, Jax lead her back to his dorm room. For the last hour she'd been laying beside him with her head resting on the left side of his chest listening to the steady beating of his heart. His left arm was wrapped around her shoulders, his hand tracing circles on her bare arm. His right hand loosely held hers as he let her twist his rings around his fingers.

"What happened with Jesse?" She asked, her voice loud enough for him to just hear her.

He sighed. "You don't want to know."

"Tell me please. I need to know."

He decided to give her the short version not wanting to go into detail. "I used my fist and feet. Tig and Opie had to pull me off him."

"Did he say anything?"

"The main thing is he can't hurt you anymore." He didn't want her to know how sick and twisted Jesse really was. He didn't want to tell her what the bastard said he'd do to her if he had the chance and how much joy he got from seeing her perfect face and body beaten and bruised.

"I'm not happy that you did what you did but thank you."

"Let's not mention it again," he said giving her a small smile.

She nodded agreeing with him. She got off his bed and walked over to his draws and started going through them until she found her favorite shirt of his and a pair of sweatpants. She threw them on the bed before kicking off her heels.

"What are you doing?" Jax asked confused as he watched her.

"Getting out of this dress. Can you unzip me?" She said turning her back to him. He stood up and in three steps he was close behind her.

A lump formed in her throat when his hand skimmed over her skin as he moved her hair to the side. She closed her eyes when his breath hit her neck, sending shivers through her body.

"Jax..." she whispered when his soft moist lips grazed the crook between her neck and shoulder in a light kiss. She barely recognized her own voice as her mind went blank.

She couldn't bring herself to step away from him as he continued to kiss up her neck to below her ear. She didn't realize he'd unzipped her dress until it fell into a pile of burgundy satin around her ankles. His hands rested on her hips

"Tell me to stop if you don't want this," he whispered against her ear before moving to kiss her shoulder.

As much as she wanted to tell him to stop, she couldn't bring herself to do it. She turned around to face him, crashing her lips to his. Her hands made their way into his hair, tangling with the long blonde locks, trying to bring him closer. The kiss intensifying. She couldn't deny the lust that was building up between them.

She let out a slight gasp as his cool calloused hands brushed against her abdomen and across the bruise that had turned a yellowish color as it healed. She moved her hands under his cut and slipped it off his shoulders letting it land on the floor by his feet. She hurriedly undid the buttons on his white shirt which met the same fate as his cut, on the floor. She broke the kiss frowning.

"Do you have to wear so many fuckin' layers?"

"I swear this is the last one."

She reached for the hem of his white wife-beater and lifted it up over his head, tossing it somewhere on the floor. She bit her bottom lip as she stared at his torso in appreciation. He had the body of a Greek God. Every time she saw him shirtless she wanted to touch him to make sure they were real.
She ran her hands over his chest and abdomen making sure to feel every bump, groove and scar. Everything was definitely real.

"Like feeling me up?" she heard him ask with a cocky tone to his voice.

She looked back up at his face, rolling her eyes. "Fuck you."

"You're about to," he said pulling her into another kiss as she playfully hit his chest. She felt his lips curve into a smirk.

She trailed my hands down his chest as his lips moved from her lips back to her neck. She started undoing his jeans as his lips hit the spot that had arching her body against his and biting her bottom lip, stopping a small moan from escaping. She got his jeans undone and slipped them and his boxers off his hips. He kicked them off along with his socks and sneakers.

His lips met hers once more when she let out gasp when his hands traveled from her lower back to her ass, giving it a gentle squeeze before continuing their way down to her upper thighs. He lifted her up and moved them so they were on his bed with her beneath him. Her underwear and stockings soon joined the rest of the clothes piled on the floor. He moved between her legs after putting a condom on. Neither of them wanted to waste anymore time. He slowly slipped inside her. She let a pleasure filled moan escape her lips as he filled her perfectly. Once again everything around them faded into the background as they got lost in one another.