New Character: Mike 'The Savage' Calhoun – Face Character – Taylor Kitsch

Chapter IV

{Late April, 1995, Charming}

The impressive SAMREN line up hummed along the California roads, resembling a ballet performance as they moved in perfect synchronization on the curvy landscape. Mike road helmetless enjoying the crisp breeze upon his face, and in his hair. He loved being on the road almost more than being in the brotherhood, especially when they nagged at him like this morning for not wearing a helmet. The lack of confinement not wearing that simply item brought, was well worth the risk. It was a freedom. Plus he figured if he was going to die fuck it, might as well be on his bike.

Freedom in all forms was very important to Mike Calhoun, considering he hadn't experienced a whole lot of it in his young life. He had been born in Elko, Nevada a few hours from Reno to a couple that could barely take care of themselves much less children. From a young age Mike had bounced from foster home to foster home, until one night at the gentle age of fourteen he got caught in an illegal unsuccessful stunt that had made his permanent address the Nevada Juvenile Correctional Facility. There he had remained for several years, once released he found himself completely hardened to the world around him. Cold hearted, that's what most people called him. Mike smirked as the wind hit his face; he was fine with being called the cold hearted, he knew though the term was inaccurate because he was actually heartless. A man had to have a heart to be cold hearted.

Shortly after his release Mike met Nicky the President of the SAMREN Charter. They immediately felt a connection, Nicky seeing attributes in the young man he thought might be useful to the club as well as some personal endeavors he had in Las Vegas. He had been right Mike was like having his own private Navy Seal at his disposal, he never questioned, just needed location, targets, and deadline. He was so brutal, his killings so cruel at times, they have even nicked named him 'The Savage.' When the Sgt. At Arms seat opened up due to retirement there had been no doubt in Nicky's mind the man who should receive it. Luckily Mike had quickly gained the respect of the other all the brothers, not only with his abilities, but loyalty to each of them. The vote was unanimous.

Despite being part of the Reno Charter for a few years now he had never rolled his bike the Charming way. The need had never arisen, but now with the fucking Mexicans breathing down the Red Wood Originals neck they were going to their aide. He smirked again recalling Clay Morrow's attempt at what he thought was a humble request of SAMREN to lend a brotherly hand for a week or so. Shit, as if they had a fuckin' choice in saying no. Truly Mike didn't give a fuck either way killing was killing, whether it occur in Reno, Las Vegas, Charming, or Disneyfuckin' Land.

Amelia pulled her convertible into the TM parking next to the black sporty model owned by Gemma. It was her seventeenth birthday, and Aiden had promised they could leave town for a few days. This of course would require Amelia to skip school, but Marie had been grateful enough to call the Principles office to inform them that poor Ms. Tate had become incapacitated with cramps that would probably last the entire week. The Principle being a man felt very uncomfortable with the conversation, and had quickly assured her they would mark down the "illness" as he called it, before ending the phone call as quickly as possible. Marie and Amelia had stood in, the kitchen laughing for at least an hour over their stunt.

She had planned on waiting for Aiden to arrive the Cathedral, but when Tara had called asking for a lift to the TM she thought why not go see him. They had also stopped along the way to get Donna as well since she was looking forward to seeing Opie.

"God Damn it!" Tara blurted out as Amelia turned the ignition of the car off.

Amelia looked over at Tara; she looked tired in Amelia's opinion, burning the candle at both ends with caring for a drunken father who was found in a puddle of vomit more often than not these days. Then there was her part-time job at the diner, school, and Jax's schedule which included TM parties that lasted well into the night. This left Tara often going for days without adequate sleep, and to Amelia it showed on her face that looked extremely weary.

"Is everything ok, Tara?" Amelia looked over at her friend with sincere concern.

"It's just Gemma, Christ the woman is a fucking bitch, and hates me." Tara let out a deep sigh before placing her hand on her forehead as if she had a headache.

"She is never that way with me. Are you sure she feels that way, Tara? I think she just loves the boys, and protective of them." Donna interjected.

Tara turned sideways in her seat to face both Donna and Amelia, "Yeah, well even though she dotes on your guys like a momma bear; you don't have to deal with her like I do. She has this eerie connection with Jax, I can't explain it." Tara paused for a moment, not wanting to say what she felt, that Gemma was in love with her son, "The way she looks at me, at the two of us together, and says sweetheart …. Yeah, she hates me."

"Now, in all fairness she does call everyone sweetheart, Tara. It's her trademark, or something," Amelia shrugged her shoulders. Like Donna, Gemma had been nothing but encouraging and nice to her. Aiden was crazy about Gemma, saying she treated him as if he were her own son, just as she did Opie.

"You two just don't understand. Plus Ameliayou have it better than any of us." Tara paused for a moment to think how she envied Amelia's life, "Your Mom is gone all but what maybe six weeks out of the year. You and Aiden, well shit other than his responsibilities here he is with you all the time, practically living at your house."

Amelia listened to Tara, hearing what she thought was envy in her voice. She didn't really think her life was to be envied; it had been filled with a lot of sad times due to her mommy dearest. There were times she longed for a traditional mother daughter relationship. She recalled her last visit on Christmas morning when she had walked into Amelia's bedroom fresh from the airport, and unannounced finding her and Aiden making love. She had strolled around the room casting judgment not only their actions, but Aiden as well. She and Amelia had spent the first few hours of Christmas morning screaming at one another, until Aiden ended the argument by flinging Amelia over his shoulder, and carrying her out to his bike. Once at his apartment they spent the remaining days celebrating Christmas as her Mommy Dearest had found them that morning. Upon her return to the Cathedral Mommy Dearest had informed Amelia if Aiden ever disappeared with her underage daughter again he would find himself behind bars when she was done. Then as quickly as she had appeared, she vanished once more into oblivion for some find your inner self meditation trip that would require her full attention until at least end of summer.

Amelia envied Donna, and felt like she had the best home life of their girl click. Her parents were both in love after many years of marriage. They even sat down at dinner together each night talking, and laughing. It was like a fucking Ozzy and Harriet episode every damn night. They were the perfect all American family. Amelia rolled her eyes as she thought about it, turning her attention back to Tara.

"Tara, you are welcome to pack a bag and stay with me for as long as you would like. I would love the company, and Marie loves to pamper. Really with summer coming up soon you should come, and stay with me. We can spend the summer lounging around the pool." Amelia smiled gently at her as she spoke the words.

"I might … I just don't want to bother you, and Aiden," She looked Amelia in the eyes as she spoke the words.

"You seem to forget I have seven bedrooms in the Cathedral," She winked at Tara, "Really, you won't be a bother, and I will just put you in the sound proof room again." She chuckled as she spoke the words, "That way Jax can come as much as he wants….oh, wait I mean come over as much as he wants, sorry." Her laughter intermingled with Donnas from the back seat as Tara blushed.

Amelia looked back over at Tara once more relieved to see her blush turning to a smile. She thought the smile made her look so much more refreshed, and young. Opening the driver door she quickly exited the vehicle allowing Donna to crawl out of the back seat. She couldn't help but notice how pale Donna had been looking the last several days since the guys had been gone.

"Donna, are you still sick?" Amelia asked as Tara stood on the passenger side of the car her eyes now on her as well.

"I'll be fine just caught that stomach virus from my lab partner in Chemistry." Donna smiled at them weakly.

Amelia and Tara looked over at one another, before looking back at Donna, whose coloring was growing paler by the minute.

"Sweethearts welcome," Gemma's voice drifted from the TM office door as she stepped out of the doorway her hips swaying back and forth, as she began to make her way across the parking lot.

"Here we fucking go," Tara mumbled under her breath as they walked in unison towards the Queen of Anarchy.

Gemma opened the club house doors the usual fog of smoke escaping into the bright sunny Cali day. All heads turned as the Queen entered her Kingdom, and those in her path quickly moved to the side to make room for her grand entrance, as she strolled towards the bar where Jax and Opie stood.

"Look who is here to see you boys," Gemma gave both boys a knowing smile as she spoke the words, before turning back to the girls resting her eyes upon Tara, "It's so good to see you sweetheart. We need to get together soon, and talk." Her eyes gazed intensely at Tara to ensure the young girl understood it was not a suggestion, but expected she make the time in the near future.

"I would like that," Tara attempted to get the words out without her voice quivering, despite her blunt words about Gemma when she was not around, the woman truly intimidated the shit out of her.

"Me too, Sweetheart" Gemma spoke her trademark word with more emphasize than usual, "Call around the TM one afternoon next week, we will spend some time together." She smiled at Tara, clearly seeing that her words had been affective, and enjoying the fact the girl looked as if she was going to piss herself.

She knew that Ms. Knowles and her son were fucking. Jackson told her, like he had told everything else, and even if he hadn't told her there was very little that went on in her MC that she wasn't aware. She was even aware Tara had tattooed a fuckin' crow above her ass while the boys had been in Reno. Gemma tried to conceal her anger at the girl assuming it was ok to tramp stamp herself before asking. She felt her anger building so she had to look away from Tara, catching a glimpse of Donna, Gemma noticed her pale face; she shook her head recognizing the look.

"Donna, sweetheart, are you feeling ok?" Gemma reached out to touch the young girl's colorless cheek, unlike her feelings for Tara she liked Donna, and thought she was good for Opie.

"I'm fine Gem, just caught a little something at school," Her stomach churned as she spoke the words, "I feel much better, really I do." She smiled not wanting her evening with Opie to be ruined; she had hoped the virus would have run its course after a few days.

"Sweetheart if you need mama Gem, I am always here ok?" Gemma looked at Opie briefly who was eyeing Donna with an expression of concern.

She made note that was one development that had slipped through the crack; Opie and Donna were having sex. That had gone unnoticed by Gemma. She eyed Tara concealing her hate, blaming her for the fact that little detail had gone unnoticed. Perhaps if I didn't have to watch out for the junior croweater, she thought, I could have been more available for Opie. Donna was clearly knocked up there was no doubt about it in Gemma's mind. She recalled being the same age, only with JT a few months, and knocked up. She had the same pale look, felt sick all the damn time. Gemma turned to smile at Amelia; she knew Aiden was to cleaver to get a girl knocked up. No worries about that boy his dad had taught him well. Gemma glanced over at Piney already drunk; he had simply been to out of it lately to lend Opie advice about much of anything.

She eyed Jax, she had taught Jax well, but just to be on the safe side she made a mental note to reinforce her teachings. It's not that Gemma didn't look forward to grandchildren one day, but she hoped they wouldn't be with a cunt like Tara Knowles. Her Jackson deserved a woman who could be a real Ol' Lady; he would be King one day after all. Making her goodbyes she strolled towards the table where her best friend Luann was sitting slowly taking a hit off a joint.

"Young love huh?" Luann said passing the joint over to her friend as she sat down, "Fuck, I miss Big Otto."

"Yeah, young fuckin' love," Gemma took the neatly rolled joint from her inhaling deeply as she thought she sure in the fuck didn't miss JT, and his whining. Clay wasn't the brightest bulb in the box, but he followed orders well, and fucked like a stallion. JT had been a good lay, but the fucking whining, Jesus Christ; she thought the whining was enough to dry up even the wettest pussy.

"Jax and Tara remind me of you, and JT." She looked at the young couple her eyes glazed, and dreamy in appearance.

"Yeah, that's what I am afraid of." Her eyes narrowed as she sat silently taking another hit, holding the smoke in her lungs hoping to calm herself. As she glared towards Tara Knowles she knew in her heart a showdown would eventually come between the two of them. When it did Gemma knew it wasn't going to be pretty, but she knew regardless she would be standing. Tara would fall. Jax was hers, and no one, not even Tara was going to take him away, someone would die before she let that happen.

"Baby," Jax looked into Tara's eyes as he spoke the words, he could feel himself growing hard as her lips curved into a smile. Jesus Christ all it is takes is her smile.

Tara didn't even speak as their eyes found one another, desperately needing to feel him closer she stepped into him. Jax stretched his arms around Tara, pulling body into him snuggly before resting his hands on the curvature of her back. Tara tried not to grimace at his touch, the area still slightly tender from the tattoo she had placed there in his absence. Smirking at her deviously Jax allowed both of his hands to lower even further to the cheeks of her soft firm ass, resting them for a moment, before kneading her as if she were dough.

"Jax Teller," Tara breathed the words against his lips, "You are a bad, bad boy," She could feel the fire building in the center of her that was about to explode at any moment. She gave Jax a sexy smile knowing he was perfectly capable of quenching it.

"Darlin' you have no idea," Jax breathed the words back to her his warm breath upon her lips, totally not giving a shit that several eyes from across the room had turned to see the seductive scene unfold. Had Jax been aware of his surroundings he would have noticed his mother Gemma looking as if she wanted to kill Tara.

"Jesus Christ, you two get a fucking room, God damn," Aiden walked towards the bar, a brunette hanging close behind him.

Amelia's eyes turned from the shocking display of affection. She wondered briefly if she and Aiden looked liked that, then blushed slightly realizing they probably looked worse. She turned towards Aiden's voice, a huge smile upon her face. A smile that quickly dissipated as she noticed the brunette hanging on his shirt tails. Her eyes retraced the direction from which they had traveled, an area she knew from experience held a few bedrooms. Fucking croweater, she thought. Her eyes narrowed as the brunette moved close enough to whisper something in Aiden's ear before sashaying to the other side of room to join her friends.

"Happy Birthday, baby," Aiden reached out to take Amelia in his arms as he approached her, immediately noticing she wasn't very receptive to his touch, "You ok ?"

"I am fine, baby." Amelia looked back at him her tone extremely cool.

Aiden eyed her closer, the sound of the girls' laughter he had just walked away from echoed towards them as she talked to the rest of her group. He looked intently into Amelia's eyes, instantly he knew the problem.

"Baby, you know better," Not allowing her time to answer Aiden pulled her closer into him bringing his lips to hers, "You are all I want, A" He whispered the words against her lips before his mouth consumed her.

Amelia relaxed her body believing his words, "You are all I want, A" she breathed the words against his lips as they kissed again.

"I just need to run by the apartment, and I will be ready to leave town ok?" Aiden continued to hold her close to him. They were heading to another of her mother's Cathedrals for a few days; this one however was located on a cliff top above the beaches of Laguna.

Opie walked over to Donna noticing how pale she looked, Gemma's glance to him had not gone unnoticed either. Donna was never sick. Fuck!

"You ok, Donna?" Opie pulled her small frame into his larger one his arms engulfing her.

Donna snuggled closer to Opie as his arms embraced her; she loved the warmth, and protective feel. She breathed him in recalling the recent moments they had spent together, blushing slightly.

"I caught some sort of stupid bug at school," She looked up at him frowning, upset that their evening might be ruined. She had honestly felt as if she was better earlier that day, but now was feeling extremely sick again.

"How about we leave, and I take you home baby?" Opie kissed the top of her head, relieved to hear it was just a stomach virus. For a moment he had been concerned that maybe…. he shook the thought quickly out of his head. Not even going there, he told himself. That wasn't possible, I was careful, right? His mind whirled as he conversed with himself silently.

"Would you be disappointed?" Donna frowned again; she had really missed Opie the last few days, and now was too sick to spend time with him.

"I don't mind to take her home," Amelia spoke up still in Aiden's embrace, "I am heading back to finish packing."

"Happy Birthday, Darlin'" Jax spoke the words barely breaking his attention from Tara.

"Hey, yeah happy birthday A, you and lover boy here got some big beach plans the next few days huh?" Opie winked at her.

Aiden removed one of his arms from around Amelia long enough to flip Opie off not even bothering to turn and face him as he did.

"Come on Donna let's get you back," Amelia broke away from Aiden, but not before kissing him one last time.

The SAMREN posse pulled into the TM parking lot the rumble of the Harleys filling the area, the sound sweeter than any music that could be played. Mike got off his bike stretching slightly looking around the area. Wasn't a bad layout they had going on he thought as his green eyes surveyed the property a little closer.

"You ready for a beer, and a blow job?" The SAMREN brother next to him joked.

"Fuck man, always ready for a cold beer, and a blow job." He chuckled as he spoke the words catching the image of two young girls walking past them.

"God damn," His brother whistled, "You think they are giving blow jobs?"

Mike watched as the two girls continued walking past them. He couldn't break his eyes away from the blonde. Not only did her long flowing hair look like silky cotton candy, she had the cutest ass he had seen in a long time. He allowed his eyes to travel over her backside a few times, eventually letting them rest again on her ass as it moved fluidly, the tight pants clearly defining her, and he wondered if she wore a sexy pair of thong panties underneath, or perhaps none at all. The surface of fabric that covered her as was extremely smooth.

"Fuck me." He muttered under his breath turning to his SAMREN brother, "I hope that's the dick sucking committee. I call dibs on the blonde."

Donna paused for a moment as they walked toward the car, her head began to spin, and a wave of nausea took over so severe she slumped forward needing to get sick. She hadn't eaten much in several days so nothing seemed to be coming up as her little body just heaved, and heaved.

"Donna!" Amelia exclaimed loudly dropping her large fabric purse, which Aiden called a bottomless pit, onto the ground the contents scattering all over the pavement.

"What the hell?' Mike spoke the words watching as the brunette slumped over, and the blondes purse fell upon the ground. He began to move towards them figuring the brunette was probably just a nicer than average looking junkie whore that was in the middle of an overdose. He shook his head thinking about how pathetic women could be.

"She ok?" He looked at the girl heaving in front of him, up close he realized these girls weren't the junkie whore, suck dick welcoming committee. Both of them looked incredibly young to him, and extremely innocent. Especially the blonde with the cutest ass he had seen in forever.

"She's been really sick the last few days." Amelia spoke the words not even looking up, "I need to get her into my car."

"Here let me help you," Mike reached out helping the brunette stand, "Which one is your car?"

Amelia looked up at him for the first time, and she felt as if butterflies had just fluttered in her chest. What the fuck? She asked herself as she peered into his the greenest eyes she had ever seen.

"The … The… The red convertible over there," She pointed towards the car as she stuttered the words out, "The door is unlocked." She broke eye contact immediately reaching back down trying to collect the contents of her purse which were all over the pavement.

Curiosity won out however, and she watched as the stranger helped Donna over to the car placing her in the passenger side, even putting her seat belt on. She blushed slightly when his gaze turned back to her, and he began making a path straight for her. Hastily she attempted to pick up the items even quicker.

Mike stood over her for a moment looking down at the shit scattered all over the pavement, unsure if that thing she was carrying had been a purse or trash can. His experience was so limited with women except for fucking them, what the hell did he know. Bending down in front of her he began to help pick up the objects, stopping for a moment when his fingers rested on a small zip lock of weed. A wry smile crossed his face, perhaps she wasn't that innocent.

"Oh…. "Amelia laughed nervously as he handed her the baggy his greens eyes sparkling at her.

"HEY FUCK HEAD!" Aiden's loud voice echoed into the parking lot along with the sound of his boots pounding upon the black pavement, "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY GIRL!"

Aiden immediately reached down with his hand jerking Amelia to a standing position harder than intended, placing her protectively behind him. The image of this guy they called the 'Savage' practically fucking a girl that looked just like Amelia in front of him a few days prior played in his mind over, and over. The scene had continued to disturb him thorough out the remainder of their stay in Reno. The fuck head seemed to be with a different girl every night, all of them had been blonde, and to Aiden each one of them had looked like fucking Amelia.

Mike stood up slowly coming face to face with Aiden, who he personally though looked like a pretty boy punk with his curly long hair. He didn't give a shit that he was part of the First Nine royalty, or that Lenny 'The Pimp' was his father. Mike looked at the girl standing behind him, wondering how he managed a piece of fine ass like her. She was clearly out of pretty boy's league, and he knew she was out of his league as well. She's not entirely innocent, he thought.

"You got a problem, man." Mike growled pausing intentionally to size him up, "Wait I mean boy, you got a problem boy?" He glared at him growing tired of his bullshit already.

"Yeah, I got a problem with you touching my girl, fucko," Aiden shot back his dark eyes glaring hard, not missing the fucker calling him a boy.

"Your girl, you say?" Mike chuckled as he spoke the words, "I don't see your name on her,"

"Mother fucker," Opie muttered the words as he watched the scene unfold from the club house doorway, "We got a huge problem brewing in the parking lot." He called into the club house.

Opie stepped out immediately his long strides delivering him beside Aiden in no time, he glanced over at Amelia who looked bewildered, as huge tears streamed down her face. He immediately noticed even though she was behind Aiden, he was still holding her arm tight.

"Aiden, man let go of Amelia's arm," Opie raised his voice when Aiden didn't acknowledge him," AIDEN, let go of her arm your hurting her."

When Aiden still refused to acknowledge him Opie reached out removing his hand from her delicate arm. The bruising from his finger tips already making an angry appearance on her porcelain toned flesh. It was only then that Aiden realized he had never loosened his grip on her instead tightening it as the asshole in front of him spoke each offensive word.

"Amelia, baby … shit." Aiden turned his attention from the dickhead for the first time.

"Aww look at the little SAMCRO pretty boy, got a problem with blowing his top? You got the same problem in other areas, you know the ladies grow impatient with that shit, blowing to soon that is … " Mike spit out the words sarcastically adding a laugh to match.

Aiden could only see Red, not only was the scene from Reno playing in his head, but walking out of the clubhouse door to see him near his girl, and then his bullshit comments. Mother fucker, he thought, I will show you blowing my top. Reaching into his leather he pulled out his gun pointing it to the insulting fucker's forehead.

Mike watched the pretty boy's body language as he spoke the last words about blowing too soon, a smirk crossed his face as he saw him reach for his gun. Immediately he pulled his trusty Sig out pointing it straight at pretty boy's forehead, his draw just a few seconds faster. You would have been dead fucker.

"AIDEN!" Amelia screamed from behind him in shock.

"Get her inside now!" Opie yelled at one of the prospects standing to the side watching the show, he gazed over at Donna who was watching from the car, hoping she could read his eyes to stay where she was.

Gemma entered the parking lot taking Amelia in her arms as the prospect brought her over.

"Sweetheart, are you ok?" She looked down to see that her arm which was already swollen, and bruised. Glaring harshly at the stranger pointing a gun at Aiden's head, Gemma assumed the fucker had bruised up Amelia, and Aiden was sorting shit out.

"What's going on?" Tara stepped out of the doorway letting out a shriek as she saw Aiden and another man in the parking lot having some sort of face off with guns. She reached out to stop Jax as he flew past her, but her fingers slipped from the leather cut he was wearing.

"Mike put the gun down now!" The SAMREN Presidents voice commanded as he walked up behind Aiden.

"Same goes for you, Aiden!" Clay spoke his voice full of agitation; he needed the SAMREN clubs help with the Mayan shit.

Sure SAMREN was obligated to help regardless, but in his experience better assistance was offered when there was good blood flowing among the members.

He took in a deep breath, fucking Aiden was out of control with this girl it was time he had a reality check. Clay thought for a moment thinking perhaps he should give all three young men a reality check. Remind them that the brotherhood was their priority not pussy, although Clay had to admit the young men all had some fine tender pussy in their midst. God Damn I love young tender pussy, he thought.

"What the fuck?" Jax blurted out as he strutted up, his eyes shifted from Aiden to his step dad who shot him a look to be quiet.

Both men lowered their guns, but the stares of hatred continued as they stood glaring at one another.

"Ok, shows over," Clay chuckled heartily in a feeble attempt to make out as if nothing had occurred, "Everyone go grab a drink inside, and hey it's a party grab a little pussy too." He bellowed out the words, flashing a cheeky smirk.

"Clay…." Jax began to speak.

"Same for you, Son, go get a drink, and enjoy that girl of yours." He peered at him for a moment with an expression that clearly said don't question me, "Opie, get Amelia's arm looked at, and then drive her home with Donna. Have someone follow you in the van."

"Sure thing," Opie turned with Jax heading towards the clubhouse, not surprised the two men had faced off, remembering the odd questions Aiden had asked at the SAMREN clubhouse that weekend. He knew something about the guy disturbed Aiden.

"You two," Clay growled at Aiden and Mike, "The Chapel, NOW!"

"Are you sure you like it, baby?" Tara breathed out the words, her mind intoxicated from a combination of the weed, booze, and Jax's lips on the delicate curvature of her back as they lay naked upon the bed in the apartment of the clubhouse.

"Darlin' I love it," He spoke the words his warm breath against her flesh.

"I just wanted you to know, I am all yours, that I belong to you, and only you, Jax Teller." Tara's body sang out in pleasure as his lips moved effortlessly upon her flesh.

Tara could feel the weight of him from behind her as he slipped his arm underneath her abdomen raising her up. She rested the palms of her hands flat for a moment before grasping at the sheet below, as her knees dug into the mattress.

Jax's finger tips firmly grasp the sides of her hips as he wasted no time plunging into the wetness that throbbed around him. He let how a growl of satisfaction as she clenched tightly around him.

A loud moan escaped Tara's lips as he filled her completely. She could feel him growing inside of her the sensation pulsating through her very being.

Jax stopped for a moment as she continued to tighten around him, feeling as if he had no control over his own body he closed his eyes for a moment. Slowly opening them he peered down at her fine ass as he rested inside of her. Squeezing his hands he allowed himself the luxury of caressing the cheeks of her ass once again.

"You see," He bent over slightly, pressing the weight of his chest onto her back, the action resulting in him being pushed even deeper into her. She moaned again loudly the sound almost a growl. "Every time I make love to you like this, I can look down at it, and know you are mine." He breathed the words against her, "Make no mistake Tara Knowles you are mine, forever" Jax remained still for a moment as his last words lingered in the air between them before lifting his weight off of her.

"Jax ….." Tara breathed out, her body as well as her senses consumed with him.

Jax dug the pads of his fingers into her hips even deeper, smirking slightly at the gasp Tara released, pausing only for a moment more to look down at the tattoo before he began to plunge himself into her over and over again.