A/N: Please bare with me for lack of updates. We are on the middle of a move and it has been insane. Moving with 4 kids is no joke, lol. Also, be aware of bad smut, lol, it's been awhile since I've written any. So this is your warning: Smut below.

Chapter 14

Donna and Tara were on the rooftop of the clubhouse. They were doing homework while the guys were working in the garage. Well supposed to be doing homework, Tara kept staring of into space or watching Jax, Opie, and Piney work on restoring JT's bike. The project meant so much to Jax, at first he really wanted to restore it at his house. But that quickly didn't feel right not only with Clay spending so much time there but then always needing a tool that was at the garage. In the end, Jax conceded with Piney's point and towed the bike to the garage because it made more sense and besides JT loved this place. He'd want his son and best friend working on it here, Jax thought.

"Alright, spill!" Donna huffs, closing her Geometry book.

Tara sighs, "Spill what?"

"Whatever's bothering you, silly." Donna giggles. "And don't say nothing because you haven't looked at a textbook since we've been up here. And for once Jax is leaving you alone to get your work done."

"I know." Tara smiles absently. "I'm just thinking about him…about Jax."

"I knew who him was." Donna replies teasingly. When Tara doesn't reply to the taunt, Donna says, "Uh-oh, someone's been bit by the love bug."

"Love? What?" Tara giggles nervously and shakes her head. "Jax doesn't do love."

"I wasn't talking about Jax." Her friend reminds her. "I was talking about you."

"We've only been hanging out a few weeks." Tara tries to sound convincing. "We are just getting to know each other. We're only fifteen. Well… he's almost sixteen but still…"

"Hanging out?" Donna asks softly. "Is that what you are doing? With your tongues down each other's throat all the time? Sleeping at Opie's so you guys can be together? You guys are disgustingly…together…as in boyfriend/girlfriend together."

Tara hates conversations like this. They are so uncomfortable. And really how are her thoughts and feelings anyone else's business? This is why she has always stood firm on the no friends deal. "I know…but we haven't…you know…."

Once she realizes that Tara has no plans to finish that statement, Donna asks, "Had sex?" Tara nods uncomfortably in response. "Is he rushing you?"

Tara laughs at the anger and concern in her friend's voice. When Donna gets up in what appears to be a desire to confront Jax, Tara pulls her arm and makes her sit back down. "No!" She rushes to assure her friend. "In fact he's…not pressuring me at all." It made Tara wonder if he was getting it somewhere else. But the looks he gave her, the way they could just be together was so vastly different from all the things she thought about Jax before they started hanging out. She always knew the obvious. He was cocky, incredibly handsome, and charming. What she never expected to find was the layer of depth underneath all that superficial bullshit.

"So what's the problem?" Donna asks in confusion.

"There isn't a problem." Tara smiles softly. There was no way she was admitting all the thoughts floating through her head in reference to Jax and sex to Donna. It had only been four weeks since New Year's. It was way too soon for her to be thinking about losing her virginity to Jackson Teller. It was way to soon to be wanting to lose her virginity to him, right? "Jax and I…we'll figure it out."

"You working or thinking about that girl up there?" Piney teases.

"Both." Jax admits with a shy smile.

"Gross." Opie adds in.

"Shut up." Jax flips him off.

"She's a good girl." Piney waits for Jax to meet his gaze. After Jax meets it, Piney adds, "Not like the ones you're used to."

"I know." Jax tells him sincerely.

Piney reads the honesty in his words. "You're a good kid…a cocky little shit…but good."

Jax and Opie share a look. This is so unlike Piney right now. "Uh…thanks old man."

Piney clears his throat. "Now get your head outta your ass and get to work!"

Jax and Opie both laugh. Jax set his mind to working on the bike and ignoring the fact of how mangled and damaged it was. He usually found it hard to look at the bike and not imagine his dad's final moments. Was he in a lot of pain? Did he ask for anyone? Was he waiting on help? When he really thought about how long his father held on in the last days, it hurt him. He didn't want to remember his old man a mess as he was for those last two days in the hospital.
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"Ugh!" Tara tosses a novel down on the grass beside her. Her head is resting on Jax's stomach as the two lie on the grass in the park. His hand absently plays with her hair as he reads his copy of the same novel, The Plague by Albert Camus. "This has to be the worst book ever."

"Just the most depressing." Jax smiles as he closes his book as well. He lifts his head off his bundled up hoodie that he was using for a pillow, resting on his elbows. Tara immediately misses the hand that was playing with her hair. "We might need to get blazed to get through it."

"I was thinking that myself." She rolls over onto her stomach and sits up so that she's facing him. "But I'm not sure if that will make the book better or worse."

He laughs. "Good point." He reaches for her neck and pulls them both back down. "This might make you forget that horrid book." He keeps a hand in her hair and kisses her lips lightly.

Tara moans softly, "This can definitely make me forget." Somewhere in the back of her mind she ignores the thought that his kisses were dangerous, he was dangerous, because he could make her forget everything, all the pain, the loneliness, all those big plans she has for herself. "Makes me forget everything." She murmurs without realizing she's spoken the words aloud.

"You do the same." He murmurs softly against her lips.

"I do what?" She asks in confusion. He is literally the best high she's ever experienced and once again she ignores the voice telling her he may be the most unhealthy.

"Make me forget." He smiles when his words cause her to blush. He didn't think she meant for him to hear her confession. He didn't care that they were in a public park, he guided her over him and took his lips to that place behind her ear before nipping at it with his teeth. He wanted her. But he wasn't sure what to do with that want. This was all new to him and he was terrified of pushing her too far too fast. But as usual, her lips on his neck were drowning out everything else. He rolls them over on their sides, making sure her head rests on his hoodie. "This…what we have is new to me." He admits.

"I know." And she does, she can tell from the uncertainty in his eyes. Usually it comes after an intense make-out session, like he's afraid to push her any further, or fearful that he's already pushed too far. And that uncertainty nearly brings her to her knees. Jax is always so confident, in everything that he does. It makes her feel like she's special. And she likes making him feel things he's uncomfortable with, after all, he does the same to her ten-fold. This time she initiates a heated kiss, full of promise, rolling fully on her back but keeping his lips on hers with one hand gripped around his neck.

As their kisses continue the sun sets and the evening chill sets in, not that Jax would notice. Her shirt comes up automatically thanks to his wandering hands. Jax looks down at her blue bra and thinks that whatever shade of blue it is, she needs to wear it, because against her pale skin it is the most beautiful color he's ever seen. He looks at her with something so intense, Tara is afraid to identify it just before he pulls the cup down with his teeth enough for him to latch onto her nipple. She gasps at the first contact and her hips buck up as if they have a mind of their own. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she thinks she should be mindful of the fact that they are outdoors, in a park, a public place. But for some reason, she can't find the will to care. "Jackson…" She groans, fingers entwined in his hair to keep him against her breast.

"Yes Tara?" He grins against said breast after nipping ever so lightly with his teeth.

"Don't stop." She whispers on a moan in a voice she doesn't recognize.

"I'm not." He promises, too far gone, too lost in the beauty before him to stop even if he wanted to. He darts his eyes quickly around to be sure they are alone before going to her other breast and giving it the same attention. As her hips buck once again, Jax drags his hand down to the crotch of her jeans. She tenses immediately and he looks at her fearful he's pushed too far. She smiles nervously and takes a deep breath. "You ok?" He asks softly.

She runs her hand through his facial hair playfully, "Yeah." She smiles, pulls his face to hers for a kiss and bucks her hips against his hand in permission.

Their tongues dance as he applies pressure to her clit through her jeans. Suddenly, he feels her hand against his very hard crotch, "Tara" He groans. She smiles seductively as she goes to his belt buckle. "Touch me, Tara." He pleads, never stopping the steady rhythm of his hand against her. She fumbles for a bit but finally gets his buckle and button open and his heart literally stops as he feels her soft hand wrap around him for the first time. Instinctively, she takes the moisture at his tip and uses it for lubrication.

Not wanting to leave her unfulfilled he unbuttons her jeans and the zipper goes down as does his hand. Tara gasps as Jax's index finger teases her for the first time but she never breaks the pace of her tiny fist along his cock and Jax thinks she must be the most focused person he knows because it is taking all of his self control to focus on pleasing her while she is bringing him so much pleasure. Finally he gives in and enters her with his finger, "God, Tara." He gets out on a groan. She's so damn tight, the tightest thing he's ever felt. And his cock thickens even more at the thought of her tightness wrapped around him.

She finally begins to lose focus on her hand around his cock as he enters a second finger and she bucks wildly against his hand. "Jackson?" It comes out as a plea.

He wants to give her that permission but he's too damn desperate himself. "Don't stop Tara." He pleads as well. "I'm almost there."

She doesn't have to ask what he means and she picks her rhythm back up easily. "Me too." She admits.

He smirks knowingly. Her increasingly loud moans, the out of control thrusts, and her increased wetness clued him in. He wished the sun hasn't set. He wished he could see what shade of green her eyes changed to. But he knew he would get that chance again. Her nail scrapes against his balls and even though he's fairly sure it's by accident Jax can feel them tightening. He needs her to get her release first, so he applies pressure to her clit with his thumb. "Jax! Oh, God Jackson!" She whispers loudly.

"Let go Tara." He whispers in her ear. "Cum for me." She lets out a loud groan just as he erupts in her hand. He covers her mouth with his to muffle her sounds, he's lost sight of everything but the girl in front of him, people could be taking in the show and he wouldn't care. No wait, that thought made him care and he darts his gaze around just before he feels her tense up all over. Jax watches her eyes glaze over and commit's the sight to his memory. He knows for a fact that he's never seen something so beautiful. And he can only imagine how it will be the first time that he's inside of her. He slows the pace of his fingers as she comes back down from her orgasm.

Suddenly realizing what they've done and where they've done it, Tara looks around anxiously. "It's a little too late for that babe." Jax teases. She giggles nervously. He kisses her but pulls back before it can go too far, "Next time we need to plan this better."

At her confused look, he drops his gaze to himself and her hand that she just pulled out of her boxers. She lets out a full laugh, "Oh God, I'm sorry." She manages to get out.

"Don't you dare be sorry for that!" He kisses her temple and laughs with her at their predicament.