Chapter 20
3 Months Later
"Tara wearing your ass out?" Opie asks, after Jax yawns yet again. They are clocked in and changing the brakes on a Honda, too early as far as they are both concerned, on a Saturday morning.
"Something like that." Jax shrugs, a bit perplexed.
"Everything ok with you two?" Opie is still adjusting to the fact that his best friend is now monogamous. He's thrilled, as it has centered Jax, but still adjusting nonetheless.
"Everything is great." Jax's grin is instant. Damn, he misses Tara even though they've only been apart a mere three hours. It felt like three days to him. "We just don't get much sleep." Opie snickers and Jax throws the first thing his hand comes into contact with, a small screwdriver, at him. "Shut up, fucker, I'm talking about her old man."
"Shit, how's that going?" Opie rolls out, and lights up a cigarette before they start to bleed the brakes. "He hate you for tapping his daughter?"
"He doesn't know I'm crashing there." The prince admits, lighting up his own smoke. "But he's heard shit around town, definitely assumes we're fucking…"
"Which you are." The VP's son shrugs. "Guess I wouldn't like it if my little girl was on the back of some grease monkey's bike, fucking like rabbits all the time."
"Jealous?" Jax teases, after releasing his drag.
"Nope, got my own hot piece." The taller friend smiles. "So if he doesn't know you're there, what's the deal?"
"I don't know how Tara does it. Stays so normal, so focused…gets excellent grades." Jax realizes he needs to smoke this damn cigarette that is wasting away. Taking a drag, he adds, "Her old man keeps her up all hours of the night and shit. She's raising him."
"Drunks suck." Op shrugs, knowing a bit of what that's like, but also knowing his case is different than Tara's.
"Deadbeat dads suck." Lowell's voice comes from the garage bay next to the guys and they look at each other in shock. How the hell long has Lowell been there? And how much of their conversation did he hear?
"Dead dads suck." Jax replies, taking a final drag.
"You both suck." Opie replies, using the ashtray filled with sand to put out his smoke. You could never be too careful with lighted objects and cars. Christ, Clay and Piney would have their asses so fast for smoking in the bays. "We gonna bleed these bad boys or shoot the shit all day?"
Jax was both pleasantly surprised and disturbed when he saw Tara getting out of his mother's car two hours later. Christ, he missed the shit out of her. And she was wearing a pair of tight fitting jeans. Damn, he loved the way they fit her ass. Her dark gray tank showed just the right amount of cleavage and he watched as it came up enough to show the skin on her lower back as she leaned into the trunk for something. His smile was instant as it followed her dark gray Doc Martins over to him. "Hey baby." She smiles.
His first reply is to kiss her deeply, and it tells her just how much he's missed her too. He tries to push down the disturbed feeling. Why the hell was Tara even with his mother? Was it him or were they spending more time together recently? In normal families and relationships he thinks that might be okay. But he and Tara didn't have a normal family and he wasn't even sure you could define their intense feelings for each other as normal. "Let me help you." He reaches for the bags she's carrying.
"There's more in the car." Comes Gemma's gruff voice. "You and the boys grab those." She rolls her eyes at the way the two teens lust over each other.
When Gemma pulled into the garage, Tara had to work hard to keep quiet. She didn't think the older woman would appreciate an audible moan coming from her son's girlfriend. But holy hell did Jackson Teller look hot, draped over the hood of some piece of shit Ford, shirtless, sweat dripping down. And those abs? She read in her textbook for Health that men did not finish growing until their late teens. She can't imagine Jax any more…defined than he already is but can't wait to watch and see. The thought makes her giggle.
"What's so funny, babe?" Jax asks, pilling the bags on an empty table inside the clubhouse.
"Nothing." Tara replies but doesn't meet his gaze.
He catches her blush though and pulls her to him. "I think I want to hear this." She looks up at him and he sees it, the want so clear for him in her eyes. "We should go get a shower." He suggests.
"Here? Now?" She looks around at the active clubhouse. "Are you crazy?
Everyone will know what we're doing!" He laughs at the thought. Sometimes she could be so brazen and other times so reserved. "I'm sure everyone knew what we were doing when we stepped out of the bathroom at the movie theater the other night too."
She rolls her eyes at him, but can't help the grin the memory draws. She smacks him playfully. "Go get a shower, I'm gonna finish helping your mom."
"I'm not done outside actually." He only thought of a shower as a way to coax her into it with him. "How the hell did you end up with my mom, anyway?"
"I swear I'm not stalking you." Although she desperately missed him, she was supposed to meet him at the garage later. "I ran into your mom at the market. She gave me a ride home with my groceries and asked me to give her a hand with her stuff."
If this was her idea of stalking, she could stalk him anytime. He loved having her close, hated any length of time they were apart. "I don't care."
He smiles. "I like having you close." He kisses her lightly, purposely not drawing it out and getting lost in it. "All the time." He adds.
It is a bit later when Tara comes outside and heads over to the garage bay, where both Opie and Jax are working on their bikes. "Hey, your mom wants to know if we want to go to your house for dinner?" She puts both hands in her back pockets.
"Thought I'd take you out." Jax squints in the sunlight as he looks up at Tara.
She smiles at his unexpected announcement. "Really? Where?" For being an actual a couple, they rarely went on dates.
"Anywhere you want, babe." Jax stands up, places his hand on her hip, and kisses her cheek. "I just need to grab a quick shower."
She watches him clean up his station, very familiar with how he goes about his routine. "Lumpy's okay?" Standing next to him she wraps her arms
around his midsection. "I'm not really dressed for anywhere else."
"I like Lumpy's." He squeezes her against him, thinking that Lumpy's works and is definitely in his budget.
"You two coming back here tonight?" Opie asks, finishing up with his toolbox. It was a Saturday and the clubhouse would be crazy soon.
Tara looks up at Jax in question. They usually did spend most their weekend nights here. "Nah, I'm tired." He answers for them, already thinking of spending the night curled up in Tara's bed.
"Shit, if only I knew Tara's old man was the key to getting you to stop boozing it up." Opie laughs and smacks Jax with his greasy work cloth.
Jax notes the way Tara's body tenses immediately as it becomes ramrod straight. Definitely not a good sign. "You okay babe?"
"Yeah," She gives him a fake smile and he hates it. "You know, if you're tired, we can skip dinner. Meet up tomorrow." She's not meeting his gaze. Opie senses the tension and heads inside the clubhouse.
"I'm not too tired to take my girl out to dinner." He pulls her to his side, ignoring her stiff posture. Meet up tomorrow? What the hell? They hadn't spent a night apart in months. "What's wrong?" He asks, kissing her head as they walk towards the clubhouse.
"Nothing." Comes both her reply and classic fake smile. He thinks about pushing but knows how well that doesn't work with Tara Knowles. He'll work on chipping through her exterior during dinner.
Jax watches as Tara dunks her fry in ketchup before plopping it in her mouth. She's sexy as hell when she eats. Most of the girls he's seen eat at the clubhouse go for chick food, salads and things. But not Tara, she always went for the BLT and fries. It was her absolute favorite meal. "Tell me what's wrong." He pleads over his cheeseburger and fries.
"Nothing." She doesn't bother with a fake smile or meeting his gaze. "Looked like you got a lot done on the bike today." She completely changes the subject.
He needs to come at her from a different angle. As he's contemplating it, he replies with, "I think I can have her on the road by next weekend."
"Really?" Her smile is authentic and instant. She can't wait to ride on her as well. "Wait her? You refer to your bike as a her?"
"Well, I sure as shit ain't riding a him." Her boyfriend smirks. "Jealous?" He asks.
She pretends to ponder the thought by moving her lips back and forth.
Finally she leans across the table and he knows whatever she's about to say will be good, "Only if you ride her naked." She whispers huskily.
He groans. "Babe, I promise.. you are the only thing I'm riding naked."
They eat the rest of their meal in silence, sharing heated looks that speak volumes all on there own.
As Jax drives his Enduro past the Knowles residence to the spot he normally parks in, he feels her tense up. He cuts the engine and watches as she unfastens her helmet before dismounting. "You should head home." She places her hand over his on his throttle. "Or to Opie's. Get some sleep."
"You are pissed!" He yells. He immediately checks his tone. They do not need the neighbors in their business.
"I'm not pissed." She defends in a hushed, angry whisper. "I just want you to get some sleep, since you feel the need to complain about my dad to Opie."
"I wasn't complaining!" He gets off his bike after securing her helmet to his handlebars. She raises her eyebrows in disbelief. "Opie was giving me shit about being tired. I mentioned not getting a lot of sleep at your place. That's all. Honest."
"Well," She relaxes her posture. "I told you upfront you wouldn't get much sleep here. I'm sorry." She shrugs, "Maybe crashing at Opie's is a better idea."
He can feel his chest tightening at the thought. "Only if you come with me." Jax answers with a shake of his head.
"I can't." She smiles sadly. "I didn't clear it with my dad and I don't want to risk him remembering that I didn't."
"Then it looks like we're staying here." He pulls her to him and hugs her tightly."I'm sorry I upset you."
"I just don't like people in my business." She murmurs against his chest.
"I know." He takes a deep breath. "But it wasn't like that, I swear. Opie's my best friend. I just didn't think that would bother you. I'm sorry."
"Stop apologizing." She leans up and kisses him fully on the mouth. "Let's make up."
"Was that a fight?" He asks teasingly. He walks with her to the house, his arm around her shoulder and her hand reaching up to link their fingers. He's
unable to stop his thoughts from going to sex, and all the ways he's yet to make her come. As they step into her bedroom he asks again, "Was that a
fight?"
"I don't know." She laughs uncomfortably."Kinda, I guess?" She turns to face him as she leans around him to lock her door. "Why?"
Not wasting one second of time, he surprises her by lifting her tank, forcing her to raise her arms quickly. "Because I want to apologize the right way and make up." He pulls her scrunchie from her hair, releasing her ponytail.
"You've said sorry, more than once." Her brows knit together in confusion at the look in Jax's eyes. "I told you to stop. We're good. I probably overreacted."
He pulls her close to her bed by her hand. "No babe, I hurt your feelings. I want to make it up to you." He tosses his tee off by lifting it at the back of his neck. He gently pushes her down on the bed. After months of being together, gone is the shyness but he can still see the confusion in her eyes. He's not sure how to tell her what he wants. And he thinks it will scare her more to hear the words, "I want to fuck you with my mouth," so he decides to just lead her instead. He pulls her right leg up to untie her Doc Martins before pulling it and her sock off and then repeats with process with her left one.
"Baby, come here." Tara pleads. Leaning up, she needs to touch him, to feel him beneath her fingertips somehow.
He shakes his head no as he unbuckles her jeans. Kneeling on the floor between her legs he asks, "Lift up for me?" She does so, noting their odd position. Jax's lips have practically been every where on her naked body at one point or another. But she's not sure he's ever been this close to her sex for this long. She can feel her whole body blush as he removes her jeans and panties in one swoop. "Tara" He grasps in that thick way. She swears he can make her come just by saying her name like that.
Before she knows what is happening his tongue presses down on her clit and she squeezes her legs around his head with a vice like grip. "What are you doing?" She demands, both turned on and scared at the same time.
"I'm going to taste you." He says against her lips.
"It's…it's not…" Oh fuck she can't even think. It's been several hours since she showered. Oh, fuck! "It's not gross?"
"Nah, babe." He assures her. Suddenly he's hit with his own set of nerves.
What if he doesn't do it right? He's seen it done before. It didn't look like rocket science but what if he fucked it up? What if he couldn't get her off this way? What if she hated it? "I want to do this. I want to taste you. But if you don't like it, I'll stop."
"Okay." She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach as he arranges her thighs around his shoulders. The second his tongue comes in contact with her clit, her fingers are tugging at his hair, "Oh…oh shit Jackson!" She thinks she might be hurting him between one set of nails digging into his shoulder blade and the other tugging his hair but she's unable to stop. There are so many different things going off at the same time that she can't think or talk coherently. Jackson Teller is working magic between her thighs with his tongue and she can't stop her hips from working with his tongue. She doesn't think anything could feel better than the friction from his scruff between her thighs and his tongue on her clit. The more she writhes against him she can feel her orgasm building. She doesn't know what to do. Is she supposed to warn him or something? He said taste her. Is that what he meant? "Jacks…Jax, baby?"
"Hmm?" He murmurs against her clit and just like that it is too late and she explodes against his mouth. He lapse her juices up, pretty impressed with himself. Judging from his sore shoulder and her sweet taste, he thinks he got it right. As she comes down from her release he takes a minute and runs his mouth across her sheet before crawling up to her. She was on fire, breathing heavily and flushed all over. There is yet another look in her green eyes that he hasn't seen yet and he can't stop himself from asking, "You liked that, right?" She looks at him in confusion, did he really need to ask? "I…I did it…right?" He asks for lack of a better word.
As always, it is such a fucking turn on when Mr. Experience, himself, admits to doing something with her for the first time. Desperate to feel that magic tongue against hers, she ignores the fact that she's practically tasting herself as she pulls his mouth to hers and kisses him hard. Showing him he got it right is much more fun than telling him.
A/N: Thanks jmwatson for editing.
As you can see we are starting to jump ahead in time. You can expect more of that ahead. Thank you for all the reviews/pm's. I read them all and take them into account. You guy rock!