Chapter 17

Jax wasn't aware of how long they laid naked, snuggled under the blankets afterwards. He knew he wanted Tara like this, always. She fit against him, along him, perfectly, like she belonged there. He didn't really give it much thought until he felt her shiver against him. "You're cold. We should get dressed."

"Probably." She smiled against his chest, not yet moving. She wasn't sure what people, more so Jax specifically, did after sex. But this felt nice. Did he cuddle the other girls the same way when finished with them? Did he run his fingertips over their body too? Did they shiver the same way she did? Did he grab their hand and bring it to his lips like he just did? The thoughts in her head should make her uncomfortable but one look into his eyes and they all just disappear. She feels like she belongs here…with him. And that feeling makes her more uncomfortable than all the other thoughts combined. That feeling had the power to destroy her. Is this what turns girls into victims?

He thinks he may have lost her in the span of a few seconds as she sits up but doesn't meet his gaze. She covers her breast with the blanket and looks around for her clothes he assumes. "Tara?"

"Yeah?" She smiles absently.

"You don't need to cover them up." He tugs the blanket away before tossing her his hoodie. "I've had them memorized since the first time I've seen them."

"Shut up!" She blushes but laughs, smacking him with his own hoodie. He grabs her panties and jeans and almost hands them to her but changes his mind.

He had tied off the condom and tossed it earlier but is still a little messy. He's sure she is as well, remembering how wet she got. He grabs his wife beater. "Lay back." He tells her.

It comes out as a demand but she doesn't even think to correct him. She doesn't think anything until she feels him wipe her pussy with his beater. "What are you doing?" She shrieks, sitting back on her elbows and closing her legs around his hand.

"Cleaning you up." He mumbles uncomfortably.

"Oh…." She was at a loss for what to say. That was until Jax spoke.

"Oh shit." He shouts in a panicked tone. Oh shit, he's so nervous. He can feel his heart about to jump out of his chest. He has no idea what to do.

"What's wrong?" Tara sits fully up, quickly.

"I think I broke it." He looks up at her with fear in his eyes.

"Broke what?" She asks in confusion. His panic was setting her on edge.

"IT!" He clarifies, holding up the beater. It's hard to make out considering the only light source is fire and starlight but she think it's…, "You're bleeding." He gets out on a rush. "I fucking hurt you Tara!"

She can't help it. The sheer terror in his face sends her into hysterical laughter. "You're laughing?" He questions. She falls back on her elbows. "I tell you I broke your pussy and your laughing?"

She sits back up. "Is it a lot of blood? Like a period?" Some part of her knows she should be embarrassed but she just can't be after seeing Jax so upset.

" .How the hell do I know?" He demands.

"Let me see." She demands softly. He hands her the beater. She looks at it a little more closely and sees that it is more pink than red, she thinks. She needs to wipe and see if there is more. It is then that the embarrassment hits, "Do you mind?" She motions for him to turn around. He rolls his eyes in response and crosses his arms; a clear indication that he will not turn around. "Uh, really?" She sighs. They have a stare off for a few seconds but she huffs and relents and wipes herself with him watching. No more blood. "See nothing." She assures him. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" He finally takes a full breath. If she was so calm, maybe it was really okay. "I'll drive you to the hospital."

On a bike that's not legally on the road? Or with a learner's permit? She laughs, yeah not happening. "Jax, I'm fine." She smiles, sitting up and kissing his lips softly. "I've heard some girls bleed the first time."

"Really?" He asks for extra assurance. He'd die if he hurt her.

"Really." She nods, kisses him again. "I'm fine baby."

He motions for her to lie back and puts her panties on her. "Well why didn't you just tell me that?"

"I'm sorry but you were so funny in panic mode." She laughs, "The vagina is a muscle Jackson, pretty sure you can't break it."

"Shut up." He smiles, helping her with the jeans as well. She watches as he gets dressed and checks the fire before coming back to her and their makeshift bed. "Goodnight Tara." He kisses her softly before she snuggles into him for the night.
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"Morning, sleepyhead." Jax mumbles against the crown of Tara's head. He is now spooning her.

"How long have you been up?" She mumbles sleepily.

"Not long. Had to put out the fire." She rolls over to face him. "We should get up. We can grab a shower and get out of here before the ladies show up and started cooking. I don't really want to see my mom or Clay yet."

"Here?" She asks, not sure how she feels about showering in the clubhouse. She thought they'd probably catch something. She frowns, thinking that Jax has probably used the clubhouse for sex frequently.

"What's wrong?" He asks in concern, not liking the frown on her face.

"Nothing." She tries for a smile. "You're right. A shower sounds great." She helps him clean up the rooftop as quickly as possible. When they go down the stairs and into the bar she tries not to stare at the various people, some club members, others she doesn't know, and others that she assumes are crow-eaters passed out on every possible surface in various states of undress. Jax must notice her discomfort because he tugs her quickly by the hand and off towards the efficiencies in the back. She groaned inwardly when he takes her inside one that looks a mess. She glances at the unmade bed and wonders who happened to use it and when was the last time someone cleaned the place.

She's pleasantly surprised by the bathroom when Jax pushes her in and turns on the light. He grabs fresh towels and rags off a rack hanging behind the door. The shower looks immaculate. Someone must keep this clean at least. She sees soap, shampoo, and conditioner in the shower stall as well. It's not what she prefers to use but it is definitely not the worst she's tried either. She actually smiles, "Okay." She says to Jax. "I'll be quick and then you can get in."

"Nah ugh babe." He smirks at her obvious dismissal and reaches for the neck of his shirt, taking in off.

She stares at his chest. "What are you doing?"

"Taking a shower…this shower, with you." He clarifies with a grin.

"No! No, you're not." She laughs nervously. "You can take it first." She assures him. "I'll wait."

"Don't be crazy." She wants to smack that grin off his face. "We need to hurry up and get out of here. This will save time."

"Then you can take a shower." She picks up her backpack from where she dropped it on the floor. "Meet me at my house." She wasn't sure that it would work; if her dad would let her out after coming home. But she thought she might risk it.

"Stop." Jax whispers softly, grabbing her backpack and putting it back on the floor. "This will be fun." At the image of her naked and wet and backed up in the corner of the shower, he groans.
"Fun?" She crinkles her nose. "I'm thinking more like awkward."

"Nah babe." He grins, closing the already small space between them and bypassing her lips, heads straight for her neck. "Not awkward. I promise." He slowly lifts up his hoodie that she's wearing.

She grins reluctantly but her hands are already underneath his shirt. "You do not play fair." Both his hoodie that she's wearing and his shirt that he's wearing come off.

"Guilty" He murmurs against her neck. And suddenly it's a rush for them to get their clothes off as he turns the shower on. Her nervousness comes back once they have both gotten clean. She can feel his hardness as he kisses her neck from behind her. Her hips seem to have a mind of there own as they push back against him.

Tara is killing him. He wonders if she knows that. Taking a shower together seemed like a great idea to him, seeing her naked and wet. He'd never tried shower sex before, hell he never showered with a chick before but his mind couldn't stop imagining him pining Tara to that corner right there. He'd watched enough porn to know it was definitely possible. And before he could talk himself out of it, he had her spun around and kissing her so hard she couldn't think. Tongues intertwined he lifted her until she had no choice but to raise her legs. In seconds, he had her in the corner where he wanted her, "Are you sore from last night?" He asks against her lips.

"Huh?" She asks in confusion. How the hell could his brain form a rational thought right now?

He thrust against her and the tip of his cock meets her wet entrance. "Oh! Here?" She asks with a shy giggle. He nods. "Is it safe?" His brow crinkles in confusion. "No condom?" She reminds him.

What the fuck? He's never forgotten the condom! And he's never been willing to risk it. "I'll pull out." He assures her. Or he'd sure as hell try to.

"That doesn't sound safe." She replies hesitantly.

"Safe?" He wonders briefly but she won't meet his gaze and he hates himself a bit when he realizes she is concerned about diseases. He knows he is quickly losing her and the mood. "If I get out and get a condom, are you going to let me finish this?" He sends her that grin that he knows gets her even though she won't admit it.

"Yes." She promises with a kiss. The second he leaves she mentally kicks herself. Girls did not say no to Jackson Teller, with or without a condom. She grins however, when she hears him scurrying upon the efficiency slamming things and cursing, sure he's having a hard time finding protection. She laughs wholeheartedly when he shouts, "SCORE!"

"You okay there, Teller?" She teases when he makes it back to the shower.

"No." He shivers slightly. "I'm cold as fuck."

"I'll warm you up." She tries for seduction, not sure if she pulls it off; but judging by the way he groans and gets a little harder she thinks she might.
He gets back in and starts kissing her immediately, none of his soft kisses that usually lead to the more intense ones. No, he starts off intense and has her throwing her head back in seconds. "Thought you wanted to hurry up and get out of here?" She reminds him.

He opens the condom and she watches as he puts it on and can feel her muscles clench in anticipation. "I don't want to hurry anything about right now." He replies huskily, lifting her up and pushing her against the corner. "Are you ready, Tara?" He asks, teasing her entrance. She nods and he pulls back. "Are you ready, Tara?" He asks again and she realizes he's demanding a verbal answer.

"Yes!" She half groans, half moans as he enters her. Jesus Christ, he's even deeper like this. "Oh my God, Jax."

"You feel so fucking good, Tara." He groans and soon the only sounds either can hear are moans and groans but they don't know which of them they are coming from. She pulls away from where she is attacking his neck to look in his eye as she starts to move a little more frantically. Her release is coming and she wants to see him when she crosses over that incredible line. He smirks as her eyes roll back and he follows her by emptying himself in the latex.
As they both try to regulate their breathing, he tells her, "Just give me a second." Deep breath. "My legs," He laughs, they feel like fuckin' jello, "I didn't know they'd feel like this. Give me a second." He repeats.

"You…" She knows she shouldn't ask but can't help it. "You've never done this before?"

"In the shower?" He asks, "No." He answers automatically. He can't find words to describe the smile that she gives but it lights up her whole face. And he loves the way she attacks his mouth, taking control with her tongue. He pulls back slightly. "If you don't stop that, we will never get out of this cold shower."

"Ugh" She groans. "This shower is cold. And I'm starving."

"Come on." He puts her down gently, removes the condom and ties it off before tossing it out of the shower. "Let's get clean and I'll take you out for breakfast." He promises.
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"Hey Jax!" LuAnn says from the bar which she's wiping down. "Tara!" She says in surprise.

"Hey LuAnn!" Jax replies quickly, grabbing Tara's hand.

"Good morning." Tara smiles. LuAnn thinks the girl must have gotten laid from her suddenly relaxed nature.

"I'm starting breakfast." LuAnn tells the pair. "Your mom will be here any minute."

"Sorry." Jax tries for a genuine smile. He didn't need to act off and have LuAnn reporting to Gemma. "I'm taking Tara out for breakfast. Thanks anyway."

"Oh ok, sure." LuAnn responds in confusion as Jax tugs a giggling Tara from the bar quickly.