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Jolene threw her messenger bag on top of the bar, startling Piney as he was about to down a shot. Smiling prettily, she reached over and grabbed the shot glass out of his hand. Jolene was about to knock back the contents when, as quick as a snake, Piney grabbed it right back, managing to not spill a drop.

The cantankerous old biker glared at her. "Thirsty, huh?"

"You betcha!"

"Then go find your own damn glass!"

"Oh, come on old man, you can spare one for me." Jolene pouted as she batted her long eyelashes at him.

"Not today." Piney groused after downing the shot and pouring himself another. "Besides, why are you so damn cheerful?"

Jolene grinned. "Because it's the last day of school and I'm free as a bird!"

"Then go find your old man and celebrate with him." Piney grumbled. "He's in his old dorm washing up."

"You know, that's actually not a bad idea." Jolene smiled devilishly as she patted Piney on the shoulder of his denim cut. "And waaay better than tequila shots!"

"Says you." Piney objected as Jolene dropped a kiss on her grumpy "uncle" and practically skipped towards the dorms.

Jax groaned as the hot water cascaded over his back. He wasn't normally into taking showers in the middle of the afternoon, but he had spent a tiring morning at Bluebird testing the assembly of the latest shipment of guns for LaRoy and he reeked of gunpowder. Not wanting Abel to catch a whiff of the strong odor on him, Jax decided to make a quick stop at the Clubhouse. As much as he loved SAMCRO and his outlaw life style, he tried to do as much as possible to down play it with his son, who, even at a young age, had a razor-sharp mind and could quickly put things together that he really didn't need to know.

Jax was about to step out of the shower when he heard the bathroom door open and then, moments later, felt his old lady's arms wrap around his naked waist.

"Oh, I don't think you're finished yet, sport."

Jax looked over his shoulder with a lascivious grin. "I'm not?" He replied with a raised eyebrow.

"Nope. It's Teacher's last day of school and she deserves a very special treat."

"How about an apple, darlin'? Jax joked as he saw the determined look in her seafoam green eyes.

"Nah, I think it's gonna take more than a piece of fruit to get me off. Although something with a banana-like shape might do the trick, along with a long and slow massage in all the right places."

Turning towards his old lady, Jax wrapped his arms around her and smiled down into her slightly upturned face. "You are a dirty girl, you know that?" He chuckled.

"That's why you love me."

"That is true." Jax dipped his head, nipping at her earlobe before marking the sensitive area of her neck below her ear with his teeth and tongue.

"Mmmm," Jolene moaned, her eyes dangerously close to rolling to the back of her head as she raked the Reaper on his back with her nails.

Bringing his mouth to hers, Jax kissed her long and slow as Jolene let her hands roam, enjoying the granite hardness of his shoulders, chest, and arms. Reaching a little lower, Jolene giggled as she came into contact with a certain part of his anatomy that was also as hard as a rock.

"Already?"

"Hey, I get hard just thinking about you, darlin'. It surprises you that holding my hot, naked, and wet old lady does the trick that much quicker?" Jax said as Jolene pressed kisses against his mouth.

Bracing himself as the water continued to fall over them, Jax grabbed a slippery Jolene by her waist, hoisting her up against the tiled wall. Smiling at the unwavering look of determination on her old man's face, Jolene gasped as she felt his tip teasing her entrance.

"What was that, babe? You want me to stop and put you down?" He teased, but Jolene could see that he was fighting hard to hold back.

"Don't you dare!" Jolene threatened and tightened her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "Oh God!" Jolene cried out as a result of the force with which Jax plunged into her.

"Fuck!" He snarled against her lips before claiming her mouth with his, one hand holding her face while his other gripped one of her plump ass cheeks as he pumped his hips into her.

Kissing each other breathless, Jax finally pulled away. Grinding her hips achingly slow as Jax looked up into her beautiful eyes, Jolene was making soft, whimpering noises that were urging him to push harder and faster.

As if confirming his thoughts, Jolene nodded as she grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him in for a kiss. "Yeah, do it, baby." She whispered against his mouth. Always aiming to please, especially, his old lady, Jax grabbed onto her slender hips, as Jolene braced herself against the tiles and arched her back. Bending towards her as he continued his frenetic pounding, Jax nuzzled her full and perky breasts with his face before nearly inhaling one of her nipples.

Pulling herself up and wrapping her arms around his neck, Jolene moaned, feeling the warmth spread from her belly as she shuddered against Jax, in spite of the hot and steamy shower. Jax grunted as he felt her tighten around him even more with her orgasm, milking him for every last drop.

How is that possible, Jax thought as he groaned into her wet hair.

Even slick with her own juices mixing with his, Jolene was tight around his dick. They were like two pieces that were made to go together, and that wasn't a cliché or innuendo. Jax truly only felt whole when she was in his orbit. She made him a better man and he loved her for it.

Making love to his old lady was quickly becoming his favorite summer pastime.

Walking into the Clubhouse's Main Room, Jolene spotted her old man sitting at the bar recently vacated by Piney. Binding her damp hair into a towel turban on her head, Jolene watched as Jax finished a call on his pre-pay. He had been giving Juice some last minute instructions on finalizing the Niner order in time for delivery next week.

As he closed his pre-pay, Jax growled as his old lady wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. "Think you'll ever get tired of me groping you every chance I get?" Jolene stood on her tip-toes in order to drop hot kisses on the side of his bearded face.

"Never." Jax smiled as her hands found their way under his cut and t-shirt.

"Mmmm, nice." Jolene moaned against his ear as she massaged his pecs.

Jax laughed softly. The warmer weather and highly-anticipated time off from work was turning his woman into a horny housewife, and he loved it.

Letting go of Jax, Jolene slipped onto the bar stool right next to him.

"Think you'll ever get tired of me bending you over whenever and wherever the mood strikes?" He teased, his eyes drinking in her beautiful face scrubbed free of all make up and glowing.

Jolene smiled, her eyes connecting with his. "Never. As a matter of fact, you're spoiling me, Jax. And not just with the quality and frequency either. You are very creative when it comes to location as well. Garage. Chapel. Your bike."

Jax grinned. "I am all about the service, darlin'. Besides, we're newlyweds and we're duty bound to rut like animals." Jolene giggled as he waggled his blond eyebrows at her. "And I'm glad to hear you say that, babe, because I have a couple of more places I want to add to the list. Unfortunately, it'll have to wait 'til I get back from Nevada."

Reminded of the bike rally that SAMCRO was sponsoring with the Reno Charter, Jolene could do very little to hide the fact that she was rolling her eyes at him.

Seeing his wife's face, Jax did a double take. "Why am I seeing the whites of your eyes, darlin'? What did I do now?"

Jolene pulled the towel off her head and shook her damp curls, fluffing them up with her hands. "Nothing . . . Yet." She replied. "But the last time you left me to go to Nevada, the Reno Whore showed up shortly thereafter."

Jax laughed as leaned in to give her a kiss, but Jolene pulled away at the last second. Looking at her with a furrowed brow, Jax grabbed her hands and pulled her off the stool towards him. Pinning her arms behind her back, Jolene was trapped between his powerful thighs.

"I would promise that there was no chance of the Reno Whore showing up, but she's already here, babe."

"Humph! Don't remind me." Jolene pouted as she yanked her hands out of his vice-like grip and punched him on the shoulder of his cut. Jax smiled. Playful she might be, but damn, there was still power behind that little fist. "Besides, this is Reno we're talking about. I'm sure there will be at least ten Wendys for every biker once you get there."

"What's your point, darlin'?" Jax asked seriously, reaching up with both hands to smooth down her wayward curls before cupping her face. "Yeah, I agree. Cheap whores are a dime a dozen, but there's only one Jolene Teller, and she's the hottest, baddest, dirtiest biker bitch on the planet. You really think I'm gonna risk losing all that again over cheap pussy?"

Jolene was fighting really hard to suppress a smile. "You promise?" She almost whispered.

"I swear." Jax said, his mouth on hers. Jolene teasingly ran her tongue over his lips, prompting Jax to pull her in for a soul-searing kiss.

Jolene clung to Jax as if letting go meant dying. She was dreading the thought of Jax in Nevada. Not because she thought he would actually step out on her, not after everything they had been through together.

Besides, he's bagged and tagged, Jolene thought with a slight smirk.

Jolene's misgivings had to do with the flood of bad memories this trip to Reno stirred up. She trusted Jax, she trusted him with her life, but Jolene wasn't new to the game. She knew that the brotherhood lived by many codes, one of them being "what happens on a run, stays on a run." Jolene knew what was waiting for him once he got there—sweetbutts as far as the eye could see, all stepping over each other and chomping at the bit for a chance to get with the VP of the mother charter.

Really, what man could resist that shit?

Although she trusted her old man, they had been married for less than three months. The separation anxiety—especially after knowing all too well what it was like to live without him—was bound to kill her if she was left behind for an entire weekend so soon.

Once again proving how deep their connection was, Jax read her mind and offered without hesitation, "Come with me."

Jolene's eyes brightened at the thought of hitting the open road with her old man again, but just as quickly, the spark was gone.

"I can't." She said sadly.

Thinking she was afraid of what Clay or the others might say, he smiled. "I say you can." Jax assured her. "Don't worry 'bout the Club, darlin'. You've been on plenty of runs with me before."

Jolene was shaking her head. "No, baby, that's not it." She started. "Stahl may not be done with me yet. During one of her many interrogations, she 'suggested' that leaving Charming under any circumstance might net me some time in County lockup. She said taking into consideration the times that I abruptly left Seattle and Charming meant I was a flight risk."

"What?" Jax thundered. "Why haven't you mentioned this before?" He asked, his jaw tight, a clear indicator that if he didn't like the answer, he was gonna blow.

"I didn't think it was a big deal at the time and honestly, I haven't thought about it again until just now." Jolene explained. "I'm sure it's just an empty threat, Jax. She was pissed that I wouldn't give her anything regarding the shooting. Stahl's convinced that I know exactly who shot me, why, and what happened to him as a result." She explained.

And that's not all.

Jolene had kept the details regarding Stahl's line of questioning to a minimum, never even thinking about sharing the events that had taken place during her exile in Seattle when she was 17 with her old man. To this day, no one but her father knew the true circumstances of her flight from Seattle. Had Jolene not managed to get her hands on the deep background information on good old Claire, she would have been left with no cards to play against the ATF skank.

Now that they knew what they were holding against each other, Jolene was pretty sure that she had enough to prevent Stahl from going after the Club for the "disappearances" of two low-life dirt bags. Even then, she just couldn't bring herself to tell anyone about her near-rape and the subsequent murder of her would-be rapist, especially her new husband.

So Jolene decided that that part of the interrogation was a non-issue and had kept what had happened under wraps. Instead she took pains to assure Jax that everything was fine. Sensing that he wasn't buying it, if the scowl marring his handsome face was anything to go by, Jolene lovingly stroked the hair on his face before running her fingers through the short blond hair on his head. She was dropping tiny pecks on his lips, hoping he would respond, which he did. But after ravaging her mouth, he was back on the Stahl issue.

"Over my dead, fuckin' body," Jax nearly growled, responding to the voice in his head telling him that Stahl was bent on taking his old lady from him one way or another. He pressed one last hard kiss against her lips and headed to the door.

"Where are you going?" Jolene called after him.

Jax shook his head. "I'm gonna take care of this, darlin'." He replied. "When I come back, we'll get Abel settled at G-Ma's and then go home so you can pack a bag 'cause we leave for Nevada in the morning."

"Oh shit!" Jolene exclaimed, as she followed him out the door.

"Where's Jackie Boy off to in such a huff?" Chibs asked, flicking his cigarette as Jolene approached.

"He's going to Charming PD." Jolene replied about to yank a clump of hair out of her head. "He wants to talk to Stahl."

Opie and Chibs exchanged surprised looks. From the look on his face, it was obvious "talk" carried a different meaning for Jax.

"Please go with him." Jolene pleaded, not entirely sure what Stahl was capable of if backed further into a corner.

Remembering the rage his friend had been in while Jolene was in federal custody, Opie jumped off the picnic table, he and Chibs making it to their bikes as Jax ripped out of the T-M lot.

Unser had barely set a foot out of his office when he saw Jax Teller swagger into the station house and head straight for him. From the look on his face it was painfully obvious that this was not a social call and Unser fought the urge to high tail his ass back into his office. He would have had time too, as his apparently dense deputy chief jumped up from the desk he was using in the squad room to type up a report and practically blocked Jax's path.

"Can I help you?" Hale asked as Jax came to a halt mere inches from his face.

Jax narrowed his eyes, his jaw tense, and his stance inflexible. "I'm not here to talk to you today, but that might change should I find out that you had anything to do with the Feds harassing my wife."

"Being under the jurisdiction of the Sanwa Sheriff's Department, I am compelled to aid the federal government in any way I can," Hale started. "But I assure you, any helping hand I may have given was not meant for the harassment of Jolene."

Jax smirked. "Yeah, I kinda figured she wasn't your primary target." He replied in a low, menacing voice. "You wanna take the Club down, Hale, you wanna take me down, by all means, give it your best shot, but you leave my old lady out of this."

"You might be able to bully local law enforcement and keep them from doing their job by laying down such an edict, Mr. Teller," Stahl said as she sauntered into the squad room. "But you will soon find out that I do not bend quite so easily to thug pressure."

"And who the fuck are you?" Jax turned his attention to the tall blonde, feigning ignorance. He knew Stahl all too well from the information Juice was able to gather for him.

"Why, I'm Special Agent June Stahl." Stahl smiled engagingly. "I am the lead agent on this case."

"And what case might that be?"

"That, for now, is classified information, Mr. Teller," Stahl replied. "But should certain leads pan out, I think you and I will be making an acquaintance real soon." She said smugly.

Stahl, not easily unnerved by the opposite sex, was slightly thrown off as Jax suddenly flashed her with a rakish grin. Dipping his gloved finger into the breast pocket under his "Redwood Original" patches, Jax pulled out a business card, flicking it at Stahl. Catching it with both hands as it hit her in the chest, Stahl raised an eyebrow as she read Scott Rosen's contact information.

"Should those leads work out for you," Jax started confidently. "Make sure you call that number first, but in the mean time, stay away from my wife."

Stahl crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head regretfully. "Like I said, I cannot allow myself to be bullied. Jolene Morrow is an integral part of my investigation and I will continue to reserve all rights in calling her back for questioning at any given time." She explained. "Either she cooperates or, being that my case involves threats against national security, federal law allows me to detain Jolene Morrow indefinitely. By doing so, she will be branded a suspected terrorist and will be whisked away to a federal detention center, making contact with the outside world impossible."

The look that flashed across Jax's face startled both Unser and Hale, but before either one could intervene, Jax spoke up, the calmness of his tone betrayed only by the murder in his steely blue eyes.

"On what grounds?" Jax asked evenly. "From what I understand, the only way you were able to pull her in was on a warrant you knew was bogus, but you didn't let that stop you from keeping her for over 18 hours of questioning while denying her access to her family or an attorney. I'm not here to 'bully' you into doing anything, Agent Stahl. That's what my attorney's for. I only ask that you leave her alone and withdraw your threat of County lockup should she step outside Charming. In case you haven't noticed, it's Summer and I would like to take my beautiful old lady away for the weekend. If you make that impossible for me, I can make life very difficult for you."

Stahl almost guffawed. "Are you threatening me, Mr. Teller?" She said, her eyes briefly falling to Jax's "Men of Mayhem" patch before making eye contact with him again.

"Only with raising a stink with your superiors by having my attorney file a complaint for false imprisonment and harassment. And when I unleash him, at $1200 an hour, you can best believe that he will make your life difficult."

Stahl eyed the determined biker hell bent on defending his whore. There was no way for her to know just how much Jolene had told her old man regarding their last conversation before she had arrogantly called an end to her own interrogation. Stahl was afraid that pushing this pissing contest any further would expose the ugly truth about her. Even then, she was inclined to believe that Jax Teller knew nothing about the information Jolene had managed to gather. She had gambled on that belief by threatening to hold Jolene indefinitely in federal lockup. The best he could do was threaten to file a complaint with her superiors. As benign as that threat seemed, however, considering her recent temper tantrum that resulted in the trashing of the interrogation room, Stahl didn't want to take any chances in compromising her case. Since she was most definitely still residing on Samuelson's shit list, Stahl decided that standing down might be the right move at the moment.

Besides, Stahl had other plans for Jolene Teller that no longer included trying to get her to turn on her family, but rather to get her family to turn on her.

"Okay." Stahl replied calmly as two other menacing bikers she recognized as Harry "Opie" Winston and Filip "Chibs" Telford entered the station and made a beeline towards the small group that had captured everyone's attention. "I don't blame you at all for being so overprotective of your old lady, Mr. Teller. After all, she is quite a fetching wildcat. I'm sure that, if word of your nuptials made its way up North, there were plenty of broken hearts scattered across Seattle's nightlife."

All five men, especially Jax, had the same quizzical look on their faces as a result of Stahl's last comment. It was so tempting to drop the Lollipop Café bomb fall on what Stahl would bet her badge on was an unsuspecting Jax Teller, but doing so would put her own secrets in danger. Realizing the potential fuck-up she had let her hatred for the raven-haired beauty make, Stahl quickly backtracked by excusing herself.

"Have a good day, gentlemen." Stahl smiled as she motioned for Agent Estevez to join her in her office.

After watching Jax and his entourage exit the station house without another word, Hale turned toward Unser in time to see the older man shake his head disdainfully at him before turning his back and heading to his office. Knowing Jolene only as well as she had allowed him, Deputy Chief Hale could not in good conscience side with Stahl and her tactics for bringing down SAMCRO if they included bringing harm to Jolene. In spite of her less than ideal upbringing, Jolene Teller was the town darling because of her part in saving Excelsior Prep's sports program. The fact of the matter was that the Sons of Anarchy themselves were something akin to town heroes. When someone in Charming had a serious problem that would usually involve law enforcement, they went to the Sons first. Hale knew this and that's exactly what made going against SAMCRO so difficult. It seemed like he was the only one who could not turn a blind eye to all their criminal activity in spite of the good they have done for Charming.

Sitting back down at the desk he was using, Hale pulled the report he had been working on from the typewriter, crushed it into a ball, and tossed it into the garbage can. Jolene had warned him that Stahl was capable of shit she couldn't even put into words. At first, he thought it was her anger at being pulled in and detained for over 18 hours talking, but hearing the ATF agent threatening to charge the intelligent and otherwise mild-mannered high school math teacher as a suspected terrorist was beyond the pale.

Hale was starting to see, perhaps a little to late, that the enemy of his enemy was not necessarily his friend, especially if Stahl's intentions were to use Jolene as a pawn. Pawns usually ended up dead and, in spite of the fact that things between them ended even before Jolene gave them a chance, truth was Hale still cared about her. Always would. It killed him that Jax Teller got to call her his wife and mother of his son, but he was glad to see that Jax was doing what he could to protect her from his end.

And in spite of his oath to enforce the law, Hale would make sure Jolene Teller was protected from this end as well.

For bikers that party as hard as they live, they sure do love getting up and hitting the road at the ass crack of dawn, Jolene groused to herself as Jax grabbed the saddlebag she was practically dragging into the Main Room from his dorm. Wrapping his free arm around her shoulders, Jax pulled her towards him and kissed her long and slow.

"You look beat, babe." Jax observed, a little concerned about the dark circles under her wide, green eyes.

"You don't say? I don't know how that's possible after the whole three hours of sleep I got last night." Jolene teased as Jax grinned cockily.

"Hey, if I've told you once, darlin', I've told you a thousand times," Jax started as he led her out of the Clubhouse. "There's a stiff penalty for rubbing your ass in my crotch."

"I was asleep!"

"So was I!" Jax defended himself, feigning a look like he had been violated. "But you were the one that invaded my personal space and we both know that the monster in my pants never sleeps." Laughing, Jolene stopped Jax at the Clubhouse door and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

"I love you." She smiled as Jax lifted her up and carried her out towards the line of Harleys lined up outside the Clubhouse.

"I love you more." He dropped a peck on her lips before setting her down by his bike.

"Hey, Jax! You sure you wanna weigh yourself down with the old lady?" Tig called out as he settled onto his bike. "Reno charter, man. You gonna miss out on all the free hooker pussy your dick can handle." He teased as if Jax were not already privy to that information. Shit, he had practically lived in the Reno Clubhouse before Jolene had come back to Charming.

Jolene was sure Tig was just being Tig, but she did not need reminding of what awaited her old man had she not been making the trip. Jolene was usually capable of brushing him off. Today, however, Jolene was not in the mood and glared at Tig with one hand on her hip and the other gripping her helmet, ready to do damage.

"I'm standing right here, asshole."

"Don't listen to him, Kit." Bobby interceded, reading the desire to see the inside of Tig's head splattered all over T-M's black top written all over her face. "He's just jealous."

Tig guffawed, nearly tipping over his bike. Thinking about his ex-wife Colleen, Tig, suddenly serious, stopped laughing and nodded. "Yeah, maybe just a little."

Jax laughed as he grabbed Jolene by the waist and pulled her back towards him. "That's a'ight. I got all the pussy I can handle right here, darlin'." He whispered as he nipped at her ear.

Jolene smiled as she turned in Jax's arms. "Really? 'Cause if it's hooker pussy you want, baby, I'm here to tell ya, I can be a downright dirty, fucking whore and I'll fuck you better than any hooker ever could." She offered.

Jax raised an eyebrow at her. "Pinky promise and after Church tonight, you and me, we've got a date." He held up his hand. Jolene laughed as she wrapped her pinky finger around his.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Clay protested as he threw his leg over and sat on his bike. "I'm okay with you coming on the run, Jolene, but please contain that hooker bullshit and that potty mouth until behind closed doors, or my heart'll give out before my hands do."

"Yeah," Bobby agreed. "And stay off any stripper poles, too." He joked.

"Geez, I tear it up on the pole once or twice and I can't live it down." Jolene teased, trying to swallow the sudden lump in her throat. Jesus H. Christ, if they only knew.

"What?" Tig gasped. "Where was I and how come no one told me about that shit?"

Now it was Jax's turn to glare at Tig. "She was joking, dipshit."

"Okay, man," Tig said, his hands up. "But I seriously think she could do some major damage on a stripper pole." He said, biting his lip at the image in his head.

Clay thumped Jax on the shoulder to get his attention. "Still think it's a good idea bringing the old lady?"

"I'm starting to have my doubts." Jax replied seriously, leaning back and getting an eyeful of his wife's ass in her tight low riders.

"Hey, none of that shit! Stop trying to talk him out of it." Jolene thumped her father in return before throwing on her helmet. "And you, no backsies." She pointed at Jax.

Jax smiled. "Fine. I'd rather have you where I can keep an eye on you anyway."

With the bug Stahl had up her ass regarding his old lady, there was just no telling what kind of trouble Jolene might find herself in while he was gone. Besides, Jax had come to terms with just how pussy whipped he was a long time ago. He wanted his old lady within arms reach 24/7 if fucking possible and he was not leaving her behind, even though Tig was starting to piss him off.

"Yea!" Chibs chimed in, with a wink at Jax. "Jackie Boy's a greedy bastard!"

Jolene smirked as she climbed on behind Jax and wrapped her arms around his waist. The attitude may be archaic and she was all for women's lib and all, but nothing beat how Jax made her feel with his possessiveness. Yeah, she was going to take real good care of her old man this weekend. So good, in fact, that Jax wouldn't even give the free hooker pussy a second thought.

To the steady roar of at least a dozen Harleys revving up, following Club tradition, the Prez led the procession out of the parking lot. Followed next by the VP with his old lady riding bitch, the Sergeant-at-Arms, Secretary, and finally the rest of the Club, the Sons hit the road heading for Nevada. As they sped north on the I-22, Jolene relished the feeling of her arms wrapped around her old man and the wind whipping through her hair.

Looking forward to their time away together, neither Jax nor Jolene had any idea just how eventful, and life-altering, this bike rally weekend would be.