Say You Love Me

Chapter 17

I wonder if Gemma is even still up. I thought to myself as I pulled into her driveway. Her truck was there but all the lights were off. I pulled out my phone and texted her asking if she was home. She responded that she was inside and that I could come in. I went in through the side door and could see her shadow at the dinning room table smoking a cigarette.

"Are you alright Gem?" I asked as I sat down across from her.

"That little tart should have stayed in Indian Hills," Gemma said.

I shook my head, I knew Half Sac liked this girl just by the way he looked when he was talking about her. I figured it would be best if I tried to defuse the situation, at least from Cherry's stand point.

"Oh yeah. I heard about Cherry. Half Sac is real smitten with her, he told me that they almost hooked up on the run before Clay intervened. Half Sac figured that she came to be with him but before he could even get to her, Clay freaked out." I explained. Gemma put her cigarette out. I assumed that since Half Sac was still a prospect and Cherry wasn't his Old Lady, if the President of the club wanted her, they could have her.

"Fucking Christ…that's why he freaked out after I hit her. Half Sac must have pissed off Clay and he got between Sac and Cherry because it. That bastard…" Gemma explained.

"Yeah well Clay's not the only bastard running around here."

"What did Jax do?"

"Didn't bother to come home after the run to see me. Apparently he headed straight to the release party at Cara Cara and let Ima suck him off," I told her.

"Oh he did, did he? What did you do to her?" she asked with a smirk.

"I got few punches in. I tried to bash her goddamn head into the floor but Jax pulled me off of her before I could. If either of them think this shit is over, they have another thing coming."

"That's my girl…you teach them both a lesson. Did you and Jax talk about that aspect of your relationship before this shit went down?"

"What? The cheating? Shit, I didn't think it needed to be said Gem! He knows not to pull this shit again, I made that very clear." I told her as I leaned back in my seat.

"You fucked him didn't you?" She's psychic I swear.

"Possibly," I said quietly.

"Mm Hm, I take that as a yes… You make him work for that from now on. You know he messed up, he knows not to do it again, but you still have a point to prove Darlin'," she said as she turned a lamp on. What the hell? Gemma's lip was split open and she had a black and blue eye.

"Jesus! Did Cherry do that?"

"No…this was from Clay when I told him that he needed to pack his shit and stay at the club house. I don't put up with that shit. Don't worry I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" I asked. She looked awful.

"Yeah Shay Bear, I gonna hit the sack in a little while here."

"I'll head on back home. Goodnight Gemma, stay safe." I told her with a kiss on the top of her head.

Jax was home when I got there, his bike was in the driveway. I got inside the house and heard the shower running. I headed into the bedroom and was going to put on one of Jax's shirts but then I remembered what Gemma had told me. I still have a point to prove. I decided to put on my black lace nighty instead and got into bed. I rolled over facing the opposite of door as I tried to go to sleep.

Jax walked in and chuckled deeply. This isn't funny, what the fuck is he laughing at. He turned the light off and crawled into bed with me. Jax wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me to him as he starting to kiss my neck. Shit! Shit! Shit! This holding out thing sucks! Jackson ground his hips into me and I moaned and gave him more access to my neck.

"Is there a reason your wearing this Babe?" he asked as he sucked my earlobe into his mouth and slipped a hand in between my legs.

"I just wanted to show you want you'd be going to miss out on if you even fuck up again," I told him as I pulled myself away from him and back to my side of the bed. Jackson didn't like that I pulled away from him. I heard him growl as he turned me forcefully so that I was on my back as he laid in between my legs. Jax ground against me as I forced myself to look away from him.

"You feel that? Do you feel what you do to me? Trust me Darlin' I know what I'd be missing out on," he told me as bit the spot in between my neck and shoulder.

"You need to get tested and make sure that bitch didn't give you anything." I told him.

"All the girls at Cara Cara get screened once a month, I'm fine," he said as he lifted my nighty, slid my panties off, and stared kissing up my legs. I had given up on not looking at him at this point. I sat up on my elbows.

"I. Don't. Give. A. Shit! You go get tested anyway!" I told him. He stopped what he was doing and pushed my shoulders hard enough so that I'd have to lay back down. Jackson laid on top of me, grabbed my chin, and stuck his tongue in my mouth.
"I'm serious Jax!" I yelled at him as I whipped my face out of his hand. He grabbed my face again and held it you I couldn't move.

"Yes Ma'am," he said as he slammed inside of me.

"FUCK!" I yelled out. Jackson fucked me like he had a point to prove and it felt so good that I couldn't do anything but let him.

"You feel that Baby? You feel how perfectly you fit around my dick? ANSWER ME! " He asked slamming one of his arms against the headboard.

"YES! YES JAX!"

"That's all yours Shay! No one else's babe. You understand?!" I couldn't respond. I didn't get why he thought that I'd actually be able to speak with him moving inside of me like this. Jax moved his head down to my breast, kissed and bit me, probably make sure that I'd have a hickey for the next week.

"Answer me!" he said as he matched his strokes with each world.

"Jackson yes! Don't stop please!"

Jackson grabbed my arms, placed them above my head, and held my hands together with one of his own as he continued to rock inside of me. It was beginning to be too much. The passion, how good everything felt, my senses were on overload and all I could smell was Jax and sweat.

"You don't want me to stop?"

"No! No! Please Jax!"

"Who do you belong too? Tell me Shay! Tell me or I won't let you come…" he said groaning. Seriously?!

"FUCK JACKSON!" I said as he stopped moving and pulled out so that only his head was inside of me.

"Please, Jax!" I whined trying to move and get some type of friction.

"Whose pussy is this huh? Who do you think about every time you feel that ache between your legs? Tell me and I'll let you come. All you have to do is answer…"

"FUCK JAX! You! Okay! I belong to you! I only think about you! Now let me come!" I yelled at him. All it took was him slamming back into me and I came so hard I blacked out for a few seconds. Jackson continued to rock his hips through my orgasm. I couldn't take much more.

"I love you, Shay," he said as he moved even faster. I started to get teary-eyed. It was too much, I felt myself about to come again.

"Say you love me…." Jax said as he bit my neck, leaving another hickey. I felt his breath hitch and knew he was gonna come.

"I love you Jax!" he came deep inside of me as I unraveled around him again. He kissed me passionately before he rolled off of me. I stared at the ceiling as I tried to calm down from my post-sex high. I looked at Jax and he was already looking at me with a smile on his face. Jax is one smug motherfucker I swear. He honestly thinks I'm kidding.

"You know I'm going to kill that bitch right?" I smirked at him as I was getting out of the bed.

"And nothing you do, will be able to stop me." I said as I slammed the bedroom door and headed into the bathroom to take a shower. I knew when I let Jax slid inside of me…Ima was going down in flames but no one knew it. Not yet, anyways.

It was two weeks before I finally had everything figured out. I flirted with the chemistry club president at school and got him to tell he how to make chloroform. I laid it on pretty thick I guess because next thing I know, he was handing me a small container full of it. I had to lie to Tig to get him to buy me the vodka that I needed, told him there was a high school party I was going to and I needed my own supply. I had him get two gallons of whatever vodka that was being served at the Cara Cara parties all of the time. I grabbed some candles, a metal bucket, and a plain black outfit along with some cheap black shoes and gloves from in town. I had followed Ima around long enough to know that she kept a spare key underneath a plant that was sitting in front of her trailer door. Her place was on a secluded piece of land, with the closest neighbor at least five miles away. She normally got home around 11 pm and was in bed by midnight. Ima lived alone, no kids, no dog, nothing so I didn't have to worry about hurting anyone besides this bitch. I kept everything that I needed packed in a black duffel bag in the trunk of my truck. Jax was passed out cold on the night I decided to put my plan into action. I got up out of bed and headed to the garage. I pulled the bag out of the truck, took my outfit out, and put it on. I had left the metal pail in the garage since I wouldn't need it until later anyway. I left Jax's shirt on the workbench in the garage so that I could slip it back on when I got back. I took one of the bikes that was hanging on the side of the wall down, threw the duffle bag strap over my body and started pedaling towards Ima's trailer. It took about twenty minutes to drive there and forty minutes for me to get there with the bike. It was 1:30am by the time I stowed my bike by the tree line. Her place was completely dark and her car was in the driveway. Perfect… I slipped my gloves on and headed to her door. I grabbed the spare key and let myself in. I set my bag on her couch and put the spare key back under the plant. I headed towards the back of the trailer to check on Ima. She was passed out on top of her sheets with her TV still on. I went back out to the living room and pulled out the contents of my bag: chloroform, brand new washcloth, two candles, and the vodka. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a glass and took it out and set it on the couch. I grabbed the chloroform, opened it, half soaked the washcloth, and headed towards Ima's bedroom. Her head was already sitting up straight. I held her head down by her hair and placed the washcloth over her noise and mouth. She fought for about a minute and her eyes blinked open.

"You fucked with the wrong Old Lady, whore," I told her as her eyes flittered shut as I pushed the cloth even harder against her face. Once I was sure she was knocked out, I grabbed the glass, vodka, and candles from the couch and went back to Ima. I sat her up a little bit and placed the glass in her hand. I placed a candle on each side of her nightstand. I opened the first gallon of vodka and drenched her, her curtains, and her bed with it. I poured some into the glass that I had put in her hand and dosed a little on both of her nightstands. The first gallon was gone. I put the washcloth back into my bag, along with the empty vodka bottle. I peaked out of her front door before I opened it. I sat my bag out on the front porch, taking the last bottle with me. I walked back into Ima's bedroom and lit both candles then knocked one of them over. It was like a domino effect, but with fire. I knew it wouldn't take long for her entire bedroom to erupt with flames so I turned around and doused vodka from her bedroom door all the way into the living room, getting it on the curtains in there too. I locked the door from the inside, stuffed the rest of the vodka in my bag, threw the strap over me, and ran to the tree line to get my bike. I watched for about ten minutes as her entire house went up in flames and smiled to myself. You can't do a toxicology report if there isn't any tissue left to test. I smiled to myself as I started the ride back home.

I got back to home and ran into the garage. I put the bike back on the wall and stripped my clothes off. I threw my shoes, the black outfit, along with the bag with everything else in it, in the metal pail. I knew I probably smelled like outside and smoke, I'd have to take a shower before I got back in bed, so I left Jax's shirt in the garage. I took the pail around to the back yard. I took a lighter and matches that I had left my grill, lit a match and threw it into the pail. I watched as all of the evidence from what I had just done was destroyed. I ran in side and took a shower, threw Jax's shirt back on and headed back outside. Everything was burnt to ashes in the pail. I grabbed some plastic bags from the kitchen, headed back out to the garage, pored the ashes inside of a bag and triple bagged it. I rinsed the metal pail out and placed the bag inside. I'd get rid of those sometime tomorrow. I peaked in the bedroom and Jackson was just where I had left him. I pulled back the blankets on my side of the bed and laid down. I snuggled into Jax as I fell into a peaceful sleep.

A corpse can't suck or fuck anyone's old man now can it? I guess we're even now.

NOTE

Shay told Jax more than once that she'd kill that bitch!

Now as to the reviews that are upset that Jax cheated…..it's part of club life and unless you sit one of these guys down and let them know that it's a deal breaker, they feel like they can do what they want. Old Lady or not. Tara told Jax's ass that if he cheated on her that she'd be done in one of the earlier episodes of the series. Granted, Jax slept with that old whore Collette, but still. DON'T WORRY! Jackson WILL NOT be cheating on Shay again in this story. I just needed him to do that for Shay's character development and to send a message to the crow eaters.

Ima messed with Shay Parker's old man and that was the last thing she ever did… which makes him hands off unless said crow eater wants to loose their life.

:D