Ch 10

Charming was a quiet enough town. I felt utterly comfortable walking around by myself at night which I never felt safe doing that in Belfast. It had been almost two weeks since Juice and the other club members went to Tacoma; they left behind Piney, Opie's dad, he was the "First Nine" and all the prospects. I was on strict orders not to damage Ima's face or physical well-being for that matter, while the guys were gone. I was looking forward to when Juice would be home, don't get me wrong though I did enjoy having a whole bed to myself. I had an appointment at the hospital to get recheck and an x-ray, I was starting to feel better; I only took my pain meds before I went to bed at night. Then, Juice and the guys were expected back sometime that evening. Tara, Donna, Gemma and I were all planning on being at the club when they came back.

At the hospital, Tara send me to radiography. I had my x-rays taken and met Tara back in her office. I had been spending the evenings at her house with Donna and her kids. It has been nice but I just wanted to get back to having Juice in my bed. He called me every night but it wasn't the same as if he was in Charming. The week before he left he spend every evening with me. I was surprised he hadn't mentioned anything about moving. I was okay that he hadn't; I really enjoyed having my very own space for the first time in my life. I was relishing in the fact that I didn't to really have to answer to anyone except for myself. I hadn't had that amount of freedom in over 8 years; I was loving it.

"Sounds like the guys will be home around 5." Tara said. "Jax just called me." I smiled at the thought. "So let's look at your radiographs." Tara put them up on the lighted board and looked at them. They looked much better than the last time I had radiographs done. "Well…it looks like your ribs have healed. You have my seal of approval." She turned and smiled at me.

"I thought I might be doing better because I have been feeling quite well. I want to start boxing again." I said with a smile.

"Oh I am sure you want to box." She winked at me. Truth of the matter was, I couldn't wait to ravage Juice. I hadn't had that long of a dry spell….ever!

I started to gather up my things and turned to her and asked, "Are you coming?"

"No I have a few things to finish up here. Then I'll head to the clubhouse. I am going to go pick up Abel and Thomas. They are with Neeta at the house, I am sure Jax would want to see them." In a way I felt the sting of the loss of my baby. At the end of the day though I was much happier for it. I was actually at a place I was okay with everything that happened over the past month or so. I was finally at a good place in my life, a place where I was happy with myself and everyone in it.

"Alright. I will see you in a few hours." I had decided that I was going to head there early and see if Gemma needed any help at Teller-Morrow and utilize the punching the bag…I often thought about pinning Ima's face to it so I could take my aggression on her.

While the guys were gone I purchased a car. It was a beautiful steel gray BMW sedan; I hadn't realized how much I relied on Juice, one of the other member or their old ladies to get me from point A to point B. I wanted to be independent and a car was just what I needed. I pulled into Teller-Morrow and Gemma's Cadi was parked in the lot. I was grateful she was there because I hated just showing up for no real reason to be there other then I really excited Juice was coming home. I walked into the shop's office where I found Gemma behind the desk buried in paperwork.

"Hey Mama Gemma." I greeted her.

"Hi sweetheart." She looked up briefly.

"Can I help you with any of this?" I picked up a pile of papers and looked at them.

She signed, "You certainly can. Would you take these," she handed me a thick pile of papers, "and call the people on there and let them know that their payments are overdue."

I sat down on the opposite side of the desk as her and picked up the phone to make the calls. It took me nearly an hour and a half to complete the phone calls. I now understood why she had me do it. Most of the people I talked to liked my accent and promised to stop by with money. Too bad for them I would not be in the office. They would most likely get one of the club members or Gemma. I am sure they were curious about what I looked like.

"Well, I am all finished." I handed her the papers back with promissory dates on them, "I think I am going to go take out some frustration on the punching bag."

"Alright sweetheart. Thank you so much for your help. I am sure those clients were happy to hear you versus me again." She smiled at me as I started to walk out of the office. "Hey Kylee?" She called be back, "how'd the appointment go today?"

"Great. I got the okay to get back to my life." I smiled

"I'm sure Juice will be happy to hear that." She winked at me as I left.

I had received several boxes from Northern Ireland earlier in the week. They were from Trinity and Seamus. They had gone into Liam's house and got all the things out of it that they thought I might want. The boxes contained clothes, photos, letters from Kip, my laptop and best of all my boxing gloves. I was going to be using them for the first time in ages. I slipped my hands into and started punching the bag. Every time I punched the bag, I thought of Kip and how he trained me or tried to for that fact. I was 15 years old when he started. He told me it would keep me safe if I was ever in trouble. I smiled as I hit the bag again and again. I also thought of Ima, what I would do to her if there no repercussions. I was feeling really good when I heard a little voice behind me say,

"Auntie Ky." I turned around and there was Abel, standing behind me with his toy motorcycle in his hand.

"Hello Handsome." I smiled as I grabbed the bag to stop it from swinging around. I took off my gloves and crouched down to his level. "What do you have there?" I asked him pointing at his motorcycle.

"Daddy's bike." He showed me proudly.

"That is a very nice bike, can I play with it with you?" I asked him. He was the sweetest little boy. He was a mini Jax, he had his blue eyes, blonde hair and temper when he got mad which was not often but when he did…wow.

"Yes, please Aunty Ky." He smiled at me.

"Well let me go inside and clean up a bit and I will be right back." I had been sweating some and I knew the guys should be back anytime. I smiled at Tara who was pushing Thomas over in his stroller. Donna had just drove in to the parking lot with Opie's and her kids, Ellie and Kenny. I ran into the clubhouse to clean up. I had brought extra clothing which I had stashed back in the apartment. I quick cleaned up and changed. And left the apartment. As I walked out and saw I had lost playing with Abel to Kenny. I carried my bag of stuff over to my car and put it into the trunk. Mmm New car smell, I thought to myself. I sat down with Donna, Tara and Gemma, who had joined them when I was inside cleaning up. You could tell the time was near because the crow eaters were coming out of the woodwork and the prospects where close at hand. I am pretty sure we all heard them at the same time. The rumble in the distance, Harley engines. The kids came running over from the swing set and to their moms. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach, I was extremely excited to see Juice. The louder the engine roar got the more people talked. Finally they started filing in one by one.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Abel yelled loudly as he as jumping up and down. Jax dismounted his bike and Abel went running up to him. I smiled contently, I loved seeing the interaction between them. A little boy and his big bad biker dad.

I looked up, smiled and there he was. I wanted to run to him but I restrained myself walking to meet Juice half way. He had a huge smile on his face when I got to him. He didn't even let me say anything to him he just grabbed me and kissed me.

"Hi," I was breathless after the kiss.

"Hey." He replied, "I've missed your beautiful face." He kissed me again then put his arm around me as we walked back towards the clubhouse. I looked around and saw so many happy faces. I was extremely blessed to be a part of this family.

"So…" I stopped him before we got any close to other people. "I had another set of x-rays today."

"And?" He looked so impatient.

"Tara said I was pretty much healed and could carry on with life as normal."

"Well then tonight will be a very happy homecoming." He kissed my neck. We walked into the clubhouse together. It was so nice to be in his arms again. I saw Happy at the bar, I left Juice talking to Bobby about their bikes and how they did during the run. It was something to me that went in one ear and out the other.

"Hey, Hap." I sat down next to him at the bar, "What are you drinkin'?"

"Hey Ky. A brown ale, you want one?" He motioned for the prospect behind the bar to pour me a beer. The prospect whose name I did not know was a very large man with curly golden brown hair and glasses.

"Thank." I took the beer from the prospect. "How was the run?" I asked Happy.

"It was good. Time to catch up other charters and plenty of new crow eaters to fuck." I looked at him and was going to ask about Juice but before I could he continued, "You must really have Juice pussy whipped. He didn't even abide by what happens on a run stays on a run rule." I smiled.

"Well I am glad he didn't take part in the crow eater fun with you guys. But you know he did leave more pussy for you then." He laughed. I thought about the life of crow eater or a sweet butt, they were just stuck around hoping a club member would find them worth-while enough to make an old lady. But to be passed around from guy to guy and not carrying which one you fucked or who you fucked for that matter. There were an amply amount of them, who would be with another girl or two just to make a Son happy. I didn't understand their lifestyle, it was one I would never live. If Juice and I didn't work out I would not become a croweater.

"Did you bust up any slut face while we were gone?" Happy asked me with a sadistic smile on his face.

"No. I promised I wouldn't, well at least actually do anything to her. I have messed up her face a few times in my dreams and while punching the bag." Stupid Bitch, I thought to myself.

"Hey," Juice whispered into my ear. I turned to look at him.

"Hi. You ready to go?" I asked him.

"Yes, actually I am."

"Alright." I took a large drink out of my beer then handed it to him to finish. "Have a good night Happy." He winked at me as a crow eater walked up and took my place.

We went out to the parking lot and Juice started to hand me a helmet. "Oh I don't need that. I will drive home myself." He looked confused. "I forgot to tell you. I bought a car." I turned and pointed to my BMW.

"That's very nice baby but you didn't need to buy one." He looked at it.

"But I did. Juice I can't rely on you or the club to transport me forever. I needed something so I could be self-sufficient and that something was a car." Juice looked at me, smiled and then walked me over to my car.

"It is a really nice car." He opened the door for me, "I will meet you back your house."

I got to my house and figured Juice would be there soon after me but he wasn't. It was a good thirty minutes before he got there. I had put a load of laundry into the wash and cleaned my morning dishes. I had just settled down on the couch with a beer when he got there. He walked into the house with a bag from the local diner and flowers.

"I thought I would pick up dinner and these." He handed me the roses, they smelt lovely. I smiled at the kindness of his actions.

"What did you get for dinner?" I asked as I rose from the couch and followed him into the kitchen.

"For you, baked chicken and garlic mashed potatoes and for me fish and chips. For dessert chocolate cake." He pulled all the food out of the bag. The aromas of the food filled my kitchen. I was extremely hungry, I had skipped lunch because of my appointment with Tara. I grabbed the plates and poured Juice a beer.

"Thank you." I kissed him when I placed his plate and beer in front of him.

"You're welcome." He said as I started to stand up but he stopped me. He was looking at my cleavage. I smiled shyly at him, I wasn't sure why I all of a sudden felt so shy. Was it because I knew that we would actually be together, for the first time as a couple that night.

We ate our dinner and talked about the run. Juice talked about the beautiful scenery and what was going on up Tacoma. He was careful not to tell me too much. I knew very little about the on what was going with the club. I am sure that the other old ladies were privy but I am sure in my short time I had not proven myself. Which I was okay with. I felt like not knowing kept me out of trouble or the light of the police. After dinner was finished we cleaned up dinner together. Juice did the dishes while I dried them. I thought it would be funny to splash him with some water. He thought it would be amusing to spray me with the hose. By the end of our water fight we were both wet but laughing hard and my kitchen was water logged.

"I will go grab us a few towels," I turned to go down the hallway. Juice grabbed my arm and pulled me close to him. I looked up at him through my eyelashes. I could feel my heart fluttering quickly, I was extremely nervous which I thought was strange because I had been with Juice before but I think last time I was grasping at something I didn't know if I could have or not. This time it was real, and he was all mine. I wondered if he was feeling the same way I was. I kissed his Adam's apple gently as he pulled me closer to him. I put my hands under the back of his shirt and could feel his muscles ripple in his back as I touched it. I looked up at him and his eyes burned with desire. He lifted me up and set me on the counter. I giggled. I was now tall enough to be face to face with him. He kissed me with passion and deep desire. I grasped at the bottom of his shirt as he kissed me moving my hands up the front of his chest…his muscular abs tightened as I ran my hands over them. I pulled his shirt off and smiled devilishly at him. I loved what I saw in front of me. I pushed him forward and hopped of the counter. I grabbed his and made him follow me to my bedroom. When we got in there he grabbed me and pretty much ripped off my shirt. He looked at me, I wasn't as self-conscious as the last time he had seen me topless. My bruises were pretty much gone only a few light ones remained where I was bruised so darkly it looked black. He looked as if he was going to ravage me. I couldn't wait. It was almost painful the amount of time he stood there and looked at me without touching me.

"Juice…" He looked up at my face. "Touch me." I pleaded with him. He flew into action. He was gentle and sweet. We took our time with getting each other undressed. I savored very moment of it. I didn't want to forget a detail of how he made me feel. We made love all night long and into the early morning. I didn't realize I had such stamina or that he did for that matter. I want to explore every part of him. I could have went for days straight in bed with Juice. He was amazing at what he did. I had never felt that way before. He made my world shatter into thousands of beautiful pieces and come back together again. The sun was starting to touch the horizon when we finally exhausted.

"I hope you aren't busy today." I looked at him sleepily. I knew I would sleep most of the day away after all that physical activity. I was exhausted.

"I only have plans with you," He kissed my forehead. I smiled, he was all mine. He looked at me for a while like he was contemplating something. "I love you, Kylee." He had not said that to me since the day I left Charming and he went off with Ima.

"I love you too, more than anyone else in this world." I purred. He smiled at me sleepily. I snuggled up to him and fell asleep. I was awoken by my phone ringing some time later. "Hello?" I answered.

"Are you still in bed?" It was Gemma.

"Yes we are. What time is it?" I was groggy and not with it.

"It's nearly 1 in the afternoon." She sounded so chipper. "I wanted to let you know we are going to have a dinner tonight and I want you and Juice to come over."

"Mmmhmm. We'll be there. What time? And what would you like me to bring?" I asked her.

"Dinner is at 6 and bring a couple of bottles of wine. So Juice spent the night?"

"Yes. But there is nothing new about that. We'll be at your house at 5. Now I am going to go back to bed." I yawned.

"Okay. I am sure you are going to go back to sleep. You were up all night fucking weren't you?"

I smiled remembering the feeling of Juice's lips on my skin. I started to tingle all over. "Weren't you?" I teased.

"Darling we are too old for that shit. I will let you get back to sleep so you will be fresh when you come over in a few hours."

"Alright, talk to you soon." I muttered as I hung up the phone. Juice rolled over to face me. "Gemma." I put my phone on the night stand.

"God, you're beautiful." He gazed at me. "I want to wake up like this every morning."

"It is nice isn't it?" I thought about how nice it would be to have Juice here all the time. I also thought about how exhausted I would be. "Last night and this morning were…" I tried to think of a word for how I felt about it.

"Flawless? Fabulous? Amazing?" Juice ran his hand over my bare chest.

"Mmm, yes all those." I rolled on my side and kissed him. "I am still so exhausted but I am sure I will not be able to get back to sleep. Care to shower with me?"

"That sounds like a plan to me."

After our shower, Juice and I lounged around the house. We were super lazy, and it was nice to just enjoy an afternoon in with each other. I didn't want our alone time to end but before I knew it was time to head over to Gemma and Clay's house. I was so madly in love with Juice it scared me how quickly we became so close. I didn't know a whole lot about him or his past other than he was raised in Brooklyn by a single mother. And he was the Son's "intelligence officer" which basically meant he hacked into things with his computer prowess. There was plenty he didn't know about me but I did feel like I shared more about myself than he had about himself. However, I hadn't told him how my father caught my mother cheating on him and killed her and then himself leaving Kip and me alone. How I found them laying in a pool of their own blood after school. I think that is why I would never be able to accept the 'what happens on a run stays on a run' rule that the club members had. Cheating was cheating. I would never be tolerant of it. I guess some scars run deeply even if we don't realize it.