Bran had been at the party for less the forty minutes, and she was enjoying herself for the most part. She couldn't lie that she was a bit disappointed that she didn't see a glimpse of Juice at all. She, at first thought it was maybe because the parking lot was wall to wall people but then it occurred to her maybe he didn't want to see her.

And as much as she told herself, and everyone around her that she wasn't interested in Juice, too much drama etc, etc there still was that part of her that wanted something she knew she couldn't or shouldn't have.

Opie thought it was funny watching Bran try to keep up with the conversation while practically breaking her neck looking for that goof mo-hawked fucker. He knew the start of something when he saw it. The same way he knew he had something with Donna, and the same way he knew that Tara would be the one Jax would never get over when she left for Chicago.

And he didn't.

This girl wasn't some crow eater to be passed around in till she was old and used up. Opie hoped that Juice figured it out sooner, before Bran figured out exactly what this life was. And like the smart girl, Opie thought she was, ran far from it.

"Hey, where's the washroom around here?" Bran asked when there was a break in the conversation.

"Oh there are port-a potty's over there by the food." Tara shifted on Jax's lap to look around the crowds.

"Nah, those will be fucking disgusting by now. Use the one in the club house. They should be clean." Jax shook his head at the blue shit boxes in the parking lot. "I've got to talk to Chibbs about something for a minute Tara."

"I'll take her." Tara nodded, knowing what went on at club parties. Unless they wore a crow, or were a known brother's female, the brothers around the club house would assume Bran was a certain type of woman. Mostly because that type of women were really the only type that hung around, especially on party nights. And being seen with her would put off most of the eager dicks around. "Come on, Bran."

Bran left her beer bottle on the ground beside the chair and followed Tara though the crowd towards the club house. She stuck close to Tara, and slipped out of a few quick grabs made by handsy men she didn't know.

Tara reached back, and took her arm pulling her through the crowd trying to deter the advances from the patched brothers from other charters. They had to wait a minute before the rush out of the club house door, slowed for them to slide in. Bran watched with mild interested the two men in the ring, beating each other bloody for the amusement and entertainment of the men around the ring.

Tara tugged on her arm, and she followed the taller woman into the clubhouse. If Bran had thought the parking lot was filled with leather and skin, then the clubhouse was brimming with nearly naked women and leather clad men enjoying the show around them.

"It's a whole other world in here." Tara had to yell over the music as she looked around for an easy way to cut through.

"No shit." Bran replied, eyes a little wider then she would have liked. She had seen some shit, had done some shit, but this for her was like an octopus walking on land. " This isn't how parties back in Maine are. That's for sure."

Gemma was doing her last check on the stock booze behind the bar, when she spotted Tara, and that little neighbour bitch. Clearly, some bitches needed to be told their place twice. She snapped fingers at the crow eater at the end of the bar who was serving drinks. The woman who had been keeping an eye out for the Queen hurried over.

"Tell, Half Sac that I said to pull out two twenty four's of beer, and you'll need at least two more bottle's each of Jose and Jack before the night is done." Gemma nodded to the girl as the crow eater moved off to find the prospect. Gemma started to leave the bar when Tig caught her arm.

"Gem," he began seeing the look on her face, Tig wasn't drunk enough to ignore the look Gemma's eyes. He had been around long enough to know what it meant." What's amatter?"

"Tigger, you see what I'm seeing?" Gemma nodded to Tara's direction, watching the brunette lean down to speak to the neighbour.

"Tara's here, so what?"

"You recognize the gash beside her?" Gemma all but pointed at Bran.

Tig looked at the shorter female beside his VP's old lady, and once he looked hard enough, he indeed recognized her. The little spit fire Juice was all but salivating after. The one that wanted nothing to do with him, and everything to do with a fucking intelligence officer. There wasn't a bitch in this place that would turn him down over Juice, Sargent in Arms always trumped Intelligence Officer. "How'd she get an invite?"

"If I knew I wouldn't be on my way over there." Gemma stated, again moving off from Tig but when he blocked her with his body, she let out a frustrated sigh. "Tigger, move it."

"Gem, hold up here." Tig started holding his hands up, to slow her down. " Tell me what you want to see come out of this."

"She's fuckin around with Juice's head, and I don't like it when gash's come up into my house and fuck with my boys."

"You want her gone?" Tig flashed Gemma a smile that had most woman running for the door, but Gemma had know him far to long to be scared.

"I want her to understand her place," Gemma looked from Tig's piercing blue eyes and back at the two woman who were starting to make their way through the crowd.

"Saw Juice headin to back bathroom, not that long ago." Tig told her, as he saw her puzzled looked. " With one of the newer crow eater's."

Gemma smiled, and nodded as Tig slipped away from her. She watched as he moved towards Tara and Bran, the crowd of rowdy men parting for him. They recognized the patch, and gave the proper respect for mother charter's Sargent at Arms.

Gemma didn't need to see the outcome, Tigger would make sure the neighbour didn't come back. And she didn't even have to get her hands dirty to get what she wanted. Gemma smiled as she walked out of the club house and made her way towards her man. She liked when things worked out the way she wanted. It put her in a very good mood, and Clay was about to benefit from it.

Tara stopped and turned around when someone grabbed her arm. She looked at Tig, and forced a smile. He was one of the brother's she hadn't really had much to do with. She mainly had been around Opie, Juice more now then before, occasionally Bobby and Clay. She had only ever briefly been in the same room as Tig. He was never cold to her, but never welcoming either. She figured it had something to do with how Gemma treated her.

"Hey Tara, where are you guys headed?" Tig asked as he released her arm when she stopped walking. It wasn't his intent to scare either women just to herd them or at least one in the right direction.

Tara spoke loud, and nodded towards the bathroom at the front of the house. " Bran needs the bathroom. Jax said it was okay for her to use the members one."

Tig nodded, and was a bit pleased that Tara had remembered the rules. Bathroom inside the club house were member only and family, unless invited. And Bran wasn't family. " Front's been destroyed by some light weight. The prospect hasn't got it clean yet. Try the back."

Tara nodded before moving into the crowd, expecting Bran to follow her.

Tig reached out, and pulled Bran in closer to him." If you ever want to try a real man, come and find me."

"What makes you think I'm even looking for a man?" Bran bit back, pulling her arm out of his hand. She didn't like to be touch much by most people, and Tig just put her back up with his forwardness and aggressive pursuit. She recoiled from his touch and squared her shoulders, ready for a fight. "Let alone your one to keep up with me."

"Just remember what I said."

Bran shook her head and turned away from him. She bit her lip when she felt his hand on her ass, and pushed further into the crowd of people. The next time Tig touched her like that, cut or no cut he would loose a body part.

She caught up to Tara beside a little kitchen and followed her down a hall. The noise faded away a little so at least they weren't yelling at each other to hear one another. The hallways was dim, and door's lined either side of the hallway.

"What did Tig want?" asked Tara as she moved around a girl who had come out of one of the doors.

"I couldn't really hear him." Bran lied easily, she really didn't want to think about what he said. She really wasn't interested in pushy men. She could still feel his hand on her ass, and she bit her lip out of frustration.

"Just be careful around him." Tara warned as she stopped and motioned with her head down the hall. " Theses are the dorm rooms. Mostly they are used for out of town members but some of the guys keep a room around. Third door on the left at the end of the hall, is the bathroom. It should be empty as this is member's only."

"Okay." Bran replied as she moved down the hall. Turing toward Tara again when she heard her speak.

"I'll meet you back the chairs." Tara called after her. " If someone stops you to ask what your doing back here, let them know Jax said it's okay. I know, it's weird to have to get someone's permission but the club is pretty strict on the rules."

Bran shrugged and nodded before turning away towards the bathroom. She ran her hands through her hair as she walked down the hand before resting one on her belly. The three beers she had drank, along with the half of one she drank at the house had her bladder just about bursting by the time she reached the bathroom door.

The door wasn't locked when she twisted the handled and pushed it open. The room was dark and she couldn't hear anything over the music. So it surprised her when she turned on the lights to see Juice eyes half close leaning against the wall, hands tangled in a blondes hair thrusting his hips back and forth.

Bran couldn't help herself, she stared at the blonde, who god bless her kept sucking Juice's dick like it was her job before Bran's eyes darted up to meet Juice's. He didn't even looked shocked, the fucker. Her hand was still on the light switch and her feet were frozen to the floor. She didn't know what she should do, and she couldn't see to make her legs move.

This was completely out of her wheel house. She wasn't even sure google had any answers for this situation.

Juice's lips formed snarl as he bit out harshly a sharp command. " Get out."

Bran nodded and turned to leave before his voice bit out, and even sharper command. "Not you."

The blonde at his feet gave a short yelp as he pulled her up by her hair and thrust her away from him. As he shoved himself back into his jeans, Juice gave the woman who just had his dick in her mouth a cold look, " You, get out."

Misty didn't hesitate to obey, and brushed past Bran in her hurry to get out of the room. Bran was about to follow her when she felt a hand on the back of her upper arm.

Juice pulled Bran into the bathroom with one hand and shove the door close behind her with his other. He had no idea what she was doing here, or who invited her, but he knew for god damn sure no one else knew Bran was a bounty hunter or she wouldn't have been here.

"Juice," Bran bit out as she yanked her arm out of his grasp. He backed her up against the wall, and it was clear the unsure, goof ball from the other night was no longer around. The small room practically vibrate with aggression, and had the heady musk of sex lingering in the air.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

Bran narrowed her eyes, and snarled out at him," Nice to fucking see you too."

"I asked you a question, Bran." Juice looked down at her with hard eyes, and pushed his desired to touch her out of his head. The club came first, his needs second.

"Well gee Juice, seeing as this is a bathroom I guess I came here to pee." Bran smiled, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She narrowed her eyes, and practically showed him her teeth in a snarl. She didn't like his tone, nor did she care for his attitude toward her. "I wasn't aware that it was going to be such a problem."

Juice growled at her, as he pushed his body further against her trying to use his height and physical size to intimidate her further. He wanted and needed answers from her. If she was looking into the Sons for any reason and he didn't catch it because he was too busy trying to fuck her, Clay would have his patch, if not his balls.

"I was invited." Bran pushed off the wall he was pressing her into and pushed away from his body. She wasn't in the mood to be intimidated, and honestly had no idea why Juice was bumping up against her. Was he this pissed she walked in on him getting sucked off?" By your Vice pres, so if you have a problem withe me being here, then take it up with him."

"Does Jax know your a bounty hunter?" Juice let her push him back, ignore the way her body felt against his. She looked good, her clothes hugged her body in a way he appreciated. He liked the fact that she wasn't dressed like every other woman that flounced her way through the club house, hoping to catch a patched members eye. Pushing his appreciation for Bran's body out of his mind, he watched the emotions change and play out on her face before she answered him.

" What?" Bran starred at him, honestly confused. She had never told him her official occupation in any of their conversations. It really had never come up, as she had no interest in persueing getting a licence in California. Then the dots began to connect themselves before her eyes and she flashed him a cold smile. She rubbed her hands over her face and shook her head. " You ran a background check on me, Mr. Intelligence Officer. I'm nobody important, so whats the point?"

Juice caught the use of his official title within the club, and frowned at Bran. He knew he never mentioned this to her. He had made sure to glaze over any questions she had asked him about the club, spilling out the well worn tag lines they used for outsiders. " Yes, I did. And it doesn't seem like I'm the only one whose been spending time on the computer."

"You and your friends came to my house with guns and knives, and you expect to what not question anything. Baby, your a fucking smoke show, but you ain't that hot for me to forget about a ten inch knife strapped to your waist or two nines in under your cut." Bran scoff at him as she paced around him to get more space between his large body and her. She licked her lips before she continued." I did some home work, what do you want me say?"

Apart of Juice hated the way she was looking at him. He hated the way he was making her feel, the way he was behaving towards her was not how he wanted to be. But his need to protect the club over rode his feelings towards her.

"What's your end game here, Bran Flake?" Juice asked moving his body into her path, forcing her to look at him. He could read the fury in her eyes, and more then a little distrust. The feelings of attraction and lust that were ignited the other night on her back porch were long gone for both of them.

"Don't fucking call me that Juice." Bran snarled, showing teeth. She shoved him with both hands hard, trying to make him give her room. The startled look on his face when she forced him to move back several feet in the small bathroom satisfied her pride. He hadn't expected her to be able to move him. " I told you want I wanted. Guess you were to busy trying to get your dick wet to pay attention."

"Seeing as I didn't, guess I wasn't just there for that." snapped Juice reaching out and grabbing her face in his hand. It had surprised him that her little frame had enough power to move him, but he wanted her to know, on some level that he was the one in charge, and more then enough power for her. " You know it wasn't about that."

Bran let Juice hold her still, a part of her like feeling her face in his hand. He wasn't hurting her, but it wasn't a light touch either. Just pressure, enough to make her look him in the eye. The little voice in the back of her head, whispered to her that if she really wanted to out of his hold, Juice had three tender, pressure points in reach that would make him break the hold before she snapped two of his fingers and his wrist.

"I told you what I came here for, and it wasn't your club." Bran told him, trying to steady her breathing. She looked at him in the eye and meant what she told him. It was after all, the truth.

Juice reached around and pulled her in tighter with his other hand. He tucked his thumb into the belt loop of her jeans and felt her hot skin under her shirt with his other fingers. "Are you using me?"

"Excuse me?"

"Did you use me to get closer to the club?" Juice repeated the question to her, and watched her bring her arms up. He felt the power behind the shove as Bran managed to shove him back a few steps. This time he was ready for it, and held her tight to him, refusing to let her go.

"Are you fucking kidding me, right now?" Bran's eyes were wide and she shook her head, trying to get his hand off of her face. " You think I picked my entire life up, moved across the fucking country, bought a house and messed around with you once to what, collect a measly forty grand? Because, it really wouldn't even cover my moving cost. Really Juice, I thought you were smarter then that."

"Little odd don't you think that you move into the house across from Jax, and your profession is hunting down felons." Juice told her as he rubbed his thumb across her plump lips and momentarily thought of rubbing his hard knob against them before slipping his cock between her lips.

"I'm not licensed in California as a bounty hunter. I have no business contacts here. Which I know you know, from your little background check. Bet your pretty good at that, can't see Clay giving you that fancy title for nothing." Bran turned her head and bit Juice's thumb hard enough to draw blood. He jerked away from him, holding his wounded digit to his chest. She wanted to stick out her tongue at him in response to the hurt look on his face. She restrained herself, but it was hard to resist the urge." I told you what I wanted to do here when we had dinner. And let me refresh your fucking memory cause clearly you need help remembering, you came over to my house with dinner, you kissed me, I did not come after you. I did not show up unannounced and put moves on you."

Juice let what she was saying sink in, as he reached up and licked the swell of blood of his thumb. He knew she wasn't licensed here, and she had no known associates here or in most of the states the few of his brother's had outstanding warrants for either. This could all be some fucked up consequences, and Bran really was just here to presue painting.

"Your not here to arrest any of my brother's?" He asked her, his eyes becoming a little less frosty.

"I don't care what your brother's did, didn't do or will do." Bran rubbed her hands over her face and turned away from him. " I'm tired, burnt out from working non stop since I got my licence Juice. I didn't leave Maine for some crazy plot to break about your motorcycle enthusiast I didn't even know existed before I got here. Really, I had no idea who your little club was in till I spent some time in this town."

He wanted to believe her, but he needed to know more about her. For the club sake." Why Charming? Don't feed me the line about the name."

"I picked California because it was the furthest from Maine I could get without leaving the country." Bran needed to put a little space between him and herself so she moved around him and leaned against the small counter that held the sink. " My family is demanding to say the least, and I don't have a healthy relationship with my father. I needed space, and time away from them and what they wanted from me. I picked Charming by random, honest. I looked at houses on line, and paid a third party to see the house, and complete a housing inspection."

"You bought the house virtually unseen." he said as she nodded, and he leaned back against the cold wall. "You had no idea that Jax lived across the road."

"I have no interested in the club. I really don't." Bran told him, shoving her hands in her pocket. " I don't care if you really are motorcycle enthusiast club or you are some badass outlaw biker gang. I just want to paint, live my life the way I want and to honestly just experience a normal life."

"Bad ass outlaw biker gang?" he asked her with a raised eyebrow.

"That's what Mrs. Noody called the club a couple times." Bran informed him, with a shrug. Seeing the confused look on his face, she explained. " The librarian at the public library down town. You've never gone in there?"

"No, why would I?" Juice asked her, with a funny look on his face. " I have the internet."

Bran flashed him a small smile and rolled her eyes before replying." So are we good?"

"I've got to tell the club, but I don't think your profession should be a problem." Juice told her as he adjusted his stance.

"So your not mad I ruined you blow job?" Bran asked him, with a smile. His body was more relaxed as he leaned against the wall, and he was no longer trying to intimidate her. He face was softer and this version reminded her more of the way she first knew him.

"What?" Juice shook his head as he pushed himself off of the wall, and moved towards her. He was please to see she wasn't frightened of him, he didn't know if he could handled her being scared of him. "Is that what you thought I was mad about?"

"Pretty much, I thought you had lost your shit about me innocently walking in on The Dick Sucking Hour starring Juice and unknown blonde. Don't you have a room for that kind of stuff?" Bran shrugged as she felt the heat of him when he touched her waist.

Juice placed his hands on her waist and lifted her up so she was sitting on the counter. Despite it's age it was sturdy, he should know. He had fucked a croweater on it a time or two. " About that.."

Bran held up her hand and waved him off." Look I don't really care."

"No you don't?"

"Tara explained the girls around here. And after seeing some of your other member's with them I can put together the rest." Bran told him pushing at his hands. " We messed around one time, your not obligated to explain yourself to me."

"So, we're friends?"Juice didn't know how he felt about Bran's don't give shit attitude. On way hand, he wanted to see her a little green with jealousy, something to tell him that she was interested in something a little more then a one time make out session with extra's. "Well, I guess since that's all cleared up."

"Fantastic, now can you leave." Bran motioned towards the door, and laughed " I really need to pee. Seriously, I've been holding it the whole time during your bathroom interagation."

"Sure thing, Bran Flake." the corny nickname earned him a swat to his chest and he shut the door behind him. But at least she didn't yell at him for calling her his nickname for her.

Bran waited till the door closed behind him before unbuttoning her pants and sitting on the toilet. She let out a little moan, and as she peed she tried to process the little scene that had played out in the back bathroom of the clubhouse.

Seeing Juice getting his dick sucked wasn't a pleasing image to her, and she certainly couldn't lie to herself about the little twinge of jealousy she felt about the whole thing. Juice wasn't hers to feel anything for, and from his reaction towards her legal profession she doubted she would become anything more then an acquaintance. And once word hit Jax's and the rest of the clubs ears, she wouldn't be much of anything to Tara or to Juice for that matter.

"Fuck." Bran muttered as she wiped and pulled her pants up. She washed her hands and rubbed her wet hands down her jeans. When she opened the door, Juice was leaning against the wall, waiting for her.

She raised an eyebrow, and smirked." Sorry, I guess you need the room to finish up."

"No," Juice shook his head. Seeing her standing in front of him, here in his clubhouse it made him think about things that weren't his place to think about. He knew he would have to tell Clay and the boys about Charming's newest resident and whatever the clubs decision about her would determined what course he would take. " I'd rather spend some time with you."

After all, the club was his family, Redwood charter was his home. And he would let no one and nothing jeopardize it.

"Sorry, Juice your going to have to deal with your own set of blue balls." Bran shook her head and snorted. There was no way she was finishing that blonde's job. What a man, to think she was going to go anywhere near his dick after that little incident.

Juice shook his head, and frowned moving towards Bran. He snagged her waist and felt relief when she didn't fight him as he pulled her closer to him. "I don't want you to do anything like that."

"Oh, really?" chucked Bran, as she ran her hands up his chest, noting the gun in the holster under his cut. She felt his arms tighten around her waist, as he looked down at her.

"Shit, you know I want to have you do..." Juice started and stopped seeing no good outcome from telling her all the things he wanted her to do to him, and the things he thought about late at night doing to her. But he wouldn't disrespect her by asking or telling her to do them after being with a crow eater. " You know, what I'm about with you. I just wanted to kiss you again. You know before we officially become just friends."

"Oh, we're not officially friends yet?"

"There's some grey area, I think." Juice ducked his head and was inches from those plump lips before Bran jerked away from a few inches.

"You kissed that tramp with those lips?" Bran narrowed her eyes at him.

"No." Juice shook his head and waited. It would have to be her move, he wouldn't force her. He wanted it, some part of him need it but he would let her choose. "I don't kiss sweetbutt's."

It wasn't a lie, he knew where their mouths hand been. He couldn't bring himself to do it with the thought of any of his brother's cum on their lips and in the mouth. It was easier just to fuck them, he could do that with some kind of distance, and indifference. But kissing to him at least, was always more intimate, more personal.

Bran have to think about it. He would tell the club, and the start she had been making at having friends and a normal life here would stall out. Tara would back away, and Juice would have nothing to do with her. Part of her was okay with that, but the bigger part of her wanted to enjoy just not giving a shit about the consequences.

This was just another thing her family, her past and her secrets was going to take from her.

Maybe you really couldn't pretend to be something, and someone you really weren't?

Juice felt her hands move from his chest to the back of his head, and in one fluid motion Bran brought his lips the rest of the way to hers. The kiss was at first tentative then becoming more demanding, as his hands moved from her lower back to her ass, rubbing, squeezing and finally cupping.

Bran felt Juice lift her up and instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. He felt so good between her legs. He smelled of sweat, grease and little bit of weed, and she loved it. It felt like she couldn't get enough of it, she was hungry for him. Like she hadn't been touched in so long, and she realized for a moment, she'd never let anyone touch her like this.

She had sex since her rape, but it was never as intimate as this was. It was almost detached, impersonal as sex could be. This was something entirely different.

When he pressed her back against the wall, he felt her touch his 'hawk, and the feeling of her hands slide over his head and onto his shoulders made him lean into her more. He wanted to touch all of her, wanted to feel her skin against his, feel the heat of her body next to his. He wanted to feel something real, needed to hear her moan his name. And not in the fake way the crow eater did when she was under him.

He kissed her neck, and hit that sweet spot behind her ear, sending shivers down her body and making her let out these sweet little moans that made him thrust into her body. There was to many clothes between them, and he needed to feel more of her. He pulled down the shoulder of her shirt, exposing soft creamy skin.

Juice's lips felt hot as he left a trail of kisses from her neck to her didn't protest when he pulled her bra cup down and caught her pink nipple in his mouth. He push her up higher with the hand on her ass, so his mouth had better access to her supple breast. Bran's head fell back against the wall when Juice sucked hard on her nipple, catching between his teeth and nipping it.

He looked up at her, with her breast in his mouth, his eyes were dark with need and Bran knew at that moment, he wanted the same thing she did.

More.

More kisses, more touching, more skin to skin. They both needed to feel anything and everything. And at that moment, she didn't care where they were, didn't care what problems tomorrow would bring, she just wanted whatever Juice was going to give her.

When Tara turned the corner, she couldn't help but stare. She was curious about what was taking Bran so long in the bathroom and if she was honest the way Tig was staring at her that lead back to the dorm room made her worried, but had never thought that she would find Bran like this.

The younger girl was pressed up against the wall, with her legs wrapped around Juice and his head sucking on her exposed breast. If both of them weren't still wearing jeans, Tara would have thought they were fucking with all the thrusting and moaning going on. It was a miracle that someone hadn't caught them before.

"Oh my." was really the only thing she could get out. And even that was a startled reply, as she hadn't meant to say anything.

Juice's head whipped around at the sound of the voice and with hard eyes glared down the hall at Tara. He never wanted to murder someone as much as he did that moment. Bran covered herself back up and looked over at Tara sheepishly before burying her head into Juice's shoulder.

"I'm sorry." Tara bit out covering her face with her hand and turning away. She moved to head back down the hall, calling out after Bran." I didn't know what was taking you so long. I'll be back out with Jax."

Bran had completely forgotten where they were. Completely exposed, in the middle of raging party, anyone could have seen them like this, and of course it had to be Tara. She would have come back to make sure she was okay. Like a good friend.

She had been so caught up in Juice, in the moment and the way he made her body feel that she had forgotten Tara completely.

"Well." Bran shifted her weight and Juice lowered her down to the ground. She pulled at her jeans, and readjusted them and her made sure she looked presentable. When she looked at him, he was shifting around his boys, trying to hide his hard on.

"Sorry," Juice told her moving her hair out of her face. " I shouldn't have let it get so far. Not here, anyway."

He lost his head, and they were lucky it was Tara who saw them. He could only imagine what his brother's would have said, or encouraged.

Bran pulled her shirt down and ran her hand through her hair. Bran didn't know how far she would have let Juice go, if Tara hadn't interrupted them. She had never had a sexual experience like that before.

Before Juice, she had never been able to turn her brain off long enough to actually enough what someone was doing to her. She didn't know if she liked it or if it scared her.

"I guess we should get back to the party." Bran tried to move past Juice, wanting to put some distance between them, needing to think about her response to him but he grabbed her arm and pulled her into his arms.

With one hand he cupped her face and kissed her. It wasn't a soft kiss but neither was it demanding. He just needed to feel her.

"I like kissing you." Juice whispered in her ear, before placing a kiss below it, in that sweet spot that made her shiver. " I hope you'll let me do it again."

"Again?" Bran smiled, as she pulled back a little bit." I didn't think friends did these kind of things."

Juice smiled and slung a friendly arm around the auburn haired girl's shoulders and lead them down the long hallway towards the music, scantly clad women and the raging party beyond the dorm rooms. " I believe I mentioned some grey area about our friendship."

"If your a good boy, Juice." laughed Bran as she felt his arm slide down over her shoulders and his long fingers dancing over her side in till he found that spot that sent her into carefree giggles.

Tig frown as he watched from the couch across the room, as Jax's sexy little neighbor emerged from the hallway, flushed, and laughing with Juice. Her lips were two shades pinker, and her hair was messed in the only way a good tumble could do. The older brother, stared boldly at the pair as Juice snagged two beers from the prospect, before leading the girl out of the clubhouse.

Apparently, he needed to give the goof ball more credit if he could talk himself out of trouble, and into a little pussy after getting caught having his dick sucked by a crow eater. Misty was more then willing to spill all of the details to him when prompted, after she had all be fled the back rooms.

He wondered what she saw in the little shit. There was nothing special about the Intelligence officer if you asked him. He was a bit on the soft side, if Tig was honest, and it was hard to take him serious.

After all, what kind of a fucker drugs a killer doberman with crank. A fucking idiot, that's who. Tig's ass clenched at the memory of the doberman's sharp teeth biting into his soft, plump flesh. It was the only time he questions his unwavering love of dogs.

Suddenly having enough of the party inside the clubhouse, Tig found himself needing air, a new drink and some gash's lips around his cock. Pushing off the crow eater that had occupied his lap, he made his way to the bar, and barked an order at the prospect.

Half-Sack returned with his drink, and gave him a quick nod before returning to his work behind the bar.

Tig scanned the clubhouse, searching for the one thing that would make him happy. The sweet little, blonde girl in the corner with a few other sweetbutts. No doubt retelling her traumatic bathroom experience.

With a smile on his face, and narrowed blue eyes, Tig set off in her direction. And because he was feeling a little bit angry at Juice, he was going to teach Misty what a real man was about.

He caught her eye, and said loud enough that she could hear him. "Outside."

She nodded, and followed through the door, and into the parking lot of the auto shop.

Juice lead Bran over to the picnic table, where Jax was sitting on the table smoking and drinking his beer with Tara between his legs on the bench. He was bent down whispering something in her ear, when the approached.

"Find the bathroom okay?" smirked Jax as Juice joined him on the table, and Bran sat a bit of to his side.

Her face flushed again, and she laughed when Tara winked at her, but said nothing as she took a drink of the beer Juice had gave her.

Jax and Juice were talking when an expensive car, one that was clearly out of place drove into the Teller-Morrow compound. Bran could tell from the way she felt Juice stiffing up that this was not a friend. She watched as four white men, dressed in a plain clothing and one man in a well tailored suit got out of the car.

As they approached the crowd, a silver haired man with a cut broke off from some people and met them. Bran recognized him as Clay Morrow from his mug shot, he was the club president. Beside him was Tig, and another member. Both Jax and Juice left the table, and Bran watched as Juice reached into his cut and pulled out his gun.

Tara pulled Bran's arm and they left the table. She was curious, and wanted a better look at the situation. She hadn't seen Jax act like this since her ex had come back to town. There had been some thing eating him, since Donna died and she wanted to know why.

They stood off to the side, with the club house to their back and although they were to far away from Clay to hear what was being said, then tension between the sons and new comers could be felt across the parking lot.

Bran stared at the scene before her, watched as Juice stood stiff, and straight gun drawn and down by his side. He wasn't the only one who had his piece out, both Tig and a tall, copper skinned member both stood beside Clay with their guns out and ready to use.

"I thought parties were suppose to be happy?" muttered Bran as she watched the suit guy laid a box at Clay's feet before returning to the white car they came in.

"You never know what you are going to get here." Tara answered as Clay handed a little white business card to Juice, as they watched the car back out of the compound.

Juice nodded and took the card from Clay. He took a swig of his beer and tucked his piece back into the holster before walking towards the club house and his dorm room. As he past Bran and Tara he reached out and tugged her towards him.

"I have to do something for the club, come find me if you leave before I'm done." he told her leaning down to make up for their height difference.

"Okay," Bran nodded as he squeezed her arm before walking into the club house.

"Things seem to be going well between you two." Tara commented as they began to make their way over to some free seats.

Bran moved out of the way for a guy who was more interested in the girl he was with tits then where he was going. " Sorry about that by the way. I guess I just got distracted."

Tara laughed, " Did you even get to go the bathroom?"

"Eventually." Bran looked at Tara, trying to keep a straight face but ended up laughing at the whole situation. "I'm kinda hungry."

"Me too." Tara steered them towards the large grill and a table filled with bowls of munchies. This was one of the better nights she had spent at the club house. She didn't have to worry about being left on her own when Jax got pulled away with Club business, nor did she have to endure the hateful stares of the crow eaters alone either.

It was nice to have a friend.