Another one shot! This one is steammmmmmmy... For the There's Us readers... I am tweaking some things here and there but the chapter should be up soon! Hope you all enjoy. Please don't forget to R&R...
Setting: Opie's wedding and afterwards.
They swayed slowly to the music in their head long after the band stopped playing.
He hugged her closer to his body, enjoying the heat her small frame radiated. He inhaled her scent... A scent that he missed while he was at Stockton.
"I love you, Tara," he whispered to her.
"I love you too, baby. I missed you so much."
He opened his eyes and noted how she was looking up at him, her eyes moist from unshed tears.
He leaned in and gave her a lingering peck on her full lips. Her eyes fluttered shut and she hugged him close.
He loved this woman more than he has ever loved anyone. When she first left for San Diego, he tried to fool himself into thinking that he would get over her. To prove his delusion, he drown himself with pussy left and right. Each time he had a new woman in his bed, he would only see Tara's face. He tried to shut her out but still... Her face was the only one he saw because she was the only one who mattered. For over ten years, she held his heart and when she came back to Charming, it was like he was brought to life.
Then she saved Abel. Saved Abel from Wendy's mistake and his negligence as his father. At that moment, when she told him his baby boy would make it, his love for her increased tenfold. He also knew that she would be it for him. It was either her or no one.
Since then, she has stuck by him. Stuck with him during his darkest days when he lost Abel. Stuck with him even after she caught him with that porn-slut. Stuck by him even after Salazar nearly ended her life and that of their unborn child.
Without Tara, there was no Jax...
He failed her when he didn't leave with her to San Diego. He failed her when he put the club before her, ten years later. He failed her when he didn't protect her from Salazar and Ima. And now it was time for him to make up for it. He was taking his family out of the hellhole that was Charming, the club and his mother be damned.
He felt the light breeze on his face. He pulled away from her arms and kissed her temple.
"Let's get outta here, babe."
"How about the reception?" Jax took her dainty hand and placed a lingering kiss.
"Fuck it. I already did my part." Jax quickly glanced around him and saw Opie sitting among the rest of Samcro, with Lyla on his lap.
Jax felt a pang in his heart. He missed Donna. It was always suppose to be Opie as his VP and Donna by his side, as the princess of Samcro. He was suppose to be the King and Tara his Queen. Shit went sideways, like it always did with club business. Now Donna was gone and he had to stand by his best friend, while he married another woman. He loved Op but deep down, Jax knew that Lyla was just a distraction.
Lyla was a sweet girl but she was no Donna. If push came to shove, Jax highly doubted that Lyla could hold it down just like Donna did while Opie was in the inside.
Jax and Tara stepped down from the dance floor. They both walked towards the crew, hand in hand. After a few quick goodbyes, they made their way towards their parked vehicles.
Jax opened up Tara's Ford and helped her climb in, gently palming her ass as she got on, earning him a squeal and giggle from Tara as she strapped on her seatbelt.
"I'll ride behind you."
Tara smiled and nodded as she closed her door.
She noticed that the kitchen lights were on.
She turned off her car and grabbed her clutch from the passenger seat.
By the time she unbuckled her seat beat, Jax had opened her door and helped her out of the car.
Given the height of the car and the length of her dress, she was showing a bit more skin than usual. When she hopped off, she tried fixing the dress that had bunched up mid thigh.
Jax shut the door right as she was smoothing the skirt.
He pressed her against the car and immediately latched his lips to hers. She moaned when she felt his tongue seeking entry into her mouth.
She felt his right hand on her breast. Fuck, they had to stop. She had big plans for them tonight.
Breaking apart the kiss, Tara looked into Jax's eyes. His breathing was coming out ragged and she saw the lust in his eyes.
"Let's relieve Gemma from her grandma duties..." she whispered and intertwined their fingers. Pulling him towards their house, Tara opened the door and walked directly into the kitchen, where Gemma was smoking a cigarette.
"Hey Ma," Jax greeted, his arm automatically wrapping around Tara's shoulders, pulling her close to him.
"Hey." Even though the greeting was meant for both, Gemma's eyes lingering on Tara's face. Over the past fourteen months, they have both grown close. Very closed. Tara knew Gemma's genetic make-up and the look she was giving Tara had goosebumps forming around her body.
There was a brief awkward silence that lingered in the air.
"Well, I am going to check on the boys. Thanks Gem..."
"No problem, Doc."
Tara disentangled herself from her fiancée's arm and went to Abel's room. She placed a small kiss on his crown and quietly left his room, shutting the door behind her. She heard Jax's and Gemma's voices in the kitchen as she made her way to Thomas's room.
Making her way to the crib, Tara watched her youngest son sleep.
He was the perfect combination of both she and Jax. Part of her was ashamed that she briefly thought of extermination the pregnancy, but at the time she couldn't bare the thought of ever losing a child, like she lost Abel. When the Irish took Abel, she knew that she would prefer to die a hundred times over before experiencing the pain she felt when Abel went missing.
Then there was Jax and his coldness. At the time, she knew he was hurting as much as she was. Yet, she swallowed her pain and fought thru it. She didn't allow it to cripple her like it did he.
When he broke off their relationship and slept with the porn slut, her heart shattered to pieces. She has always believed that they could make it thru everything, just as long as they stuck it thru together. His dismissal of their relationship felt worse than any other betrayal she had experienced before.
When Salazar kicked her in that attic, she knew she had to fight for her life and her baby's. Even though she and Jax were not together at the time, Thomas was created out of pure love between them. Unlike Abel, who was conceived out of Wendy's desperate attempt to hold onto Jax, Thomas was the fruit of the eternal love and unwavering she and Jax shared.
"He is beautiful, isn't he?"
Tara turned her head and noted Jax leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed in front of him. He had a soft smile plastered on his face.
She turned and looked at their sleeping son. "Yea, he is," she smiled as she stroke his small head. Jax came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. She leaned back and both stood there staring at their baby boy for a while, content in being in their home, with their children safe and sound.
Jax inhaled her scent as he watched his youngest son sleep. God, how he missed them while he was in Stockton. Tonight would be his first official night back home and he wouldn't trade the feeling of happiness he felt at that moment.
"Stay here. Don't come into our room until I call you over. Ok?" Tara turned and gave him a sly smile that had his dick stirring in his pants.
Tara gave him a small peck and walked out of Thomas's room.
Jax groaned and looked at his baby boy.
"Maybe you will have a little sister in a couple of months, buddy. The shit your mother does to me..."
She felt a little foolish but fuck it. She missed her man. For fourteen months, she had to sleep at night without his strong arms to protect her.
Being pregnant with her man in jail was hell. Her hormones were fucking out of control during those long nine months.
Not that she would admit it to anyone but there were nights where she polished herself off, thinking of Jax and the way he made love to her. There were also nights where she cried herself to sleep, worried sick about his wellbeing. How was she suppose to make it if something happened to him in Stockton?
She shook those thoughts out of her head... he was here with her... Safe in their house. She wanted to make his first night back special. What better way than some sexy lingerie?
"Jax," she called out. Her heart was beating out of her chest. She has never done anything like this before. She heard his soft footballs making their way to their bedroom.
When he walked in to their bedroom, his eyes nearly popped out of his eye sockets.
The candle lights flickered among her porcelain skin... Her nearly bare skin. She was laying down in their bed wearing this black laced corset with a panty set. Her creamy legs were covered with sexy black stockings that came up mid-thigh. She also had these amazing heels that made her legs look longer and he couldn't wait to have them wrapped around his waist... or maybe over his shoulders.
"Fuck..." he whispered. She had taken her hair out of the bun and her newly cut hair was cascading around her shoulders as she lean most of her weight on her right arm.
"Lock the door."
His lust filled mind barely registered her command but he did what she said. While he was in Stockton, she mentioned that Abel sometimes had the habit of waking up and crawling into bed with her in the middle of the night. They both definitely did not want their eldest son walking in on what would be a night not to be forgotten.
Tara sat up. "Take off your clothes, Jackson."
His sweet Tara. One of the things he loved about his old lady was her ability to spring him with the unexpected. Shit, it kept him on his toes. He liked knowing that under that well-mannered demeanor there was a sexy beast that she only unleashed for him.
As much as she was teasing him with the lingerie, he wanted to give her a show. He slowly undressed, smirking when he saw her eyes lust over his well-toned body. When he finished taking off his clothes, he waited for her to make the next move.
She slowly turned over and stood to walk over to their bureau, giving him a peek of her back. The corset was transparent in the back giving him a full view of his crow on her lower back. And he was mistaken before... Those weren't traditional panties; she had on a black thong.
He groaned as he felt his dick perk up. Fuck, he needed to calm down or he would be done before the party really got started.
Tara turned around and he noted that she had a bottle of champagne in one of her hands.
"Where did that come from?"
Tara smiled. "Let's just say someone left it in a chilling bucket in our bathroom."
She moved closer to him. "Now Mr. Teller, you and I have some celebrating to do. Don't you think?"
She stood right in front of him. Immediately, his arms went around her waist. He pulled her close so she could feel his erection and his hands made their way to her ass cheeks.
"I could think of a few things we could celebrate..." he nibbled on her lips. He growled when she didn't open her mouth to him. "You see, babe. You forgot one thing," he whispered.
"What is that?"
"The flutes. Where are we supposed to drink the bubbly from?"
She leaned and started sucking on one of his earlobes. He groaned when he felt her tug it with her teeth.
"From each other, silly," she whispered into his ear before taking a small swing at the bottle.
Her lips found his immediately and he willing opened his mouth to welcome her tongue and the champagne in her mouth.
He drank both of them in... The liquor...her taste and with each passing minute he wanted her more and more.
He broke their intense kiss when air became an absolute necessity. "I need to be inside of you. Now." He felt like his cock was about to explode if it didn't receive any attention soon.
Tara pushed him onto the bed. He propped onto his elbows and watched as Tara took another swing.
She swallowed and raised the bottle in the air. "To us," and with that said she tip the bottle slight so some of the liquid fell onto his torso.
The champagne was cold and he jumped when he felt the cold liquid hit his chest but it was all worth it when his girl straddled him and started licking and sucking his chest dry.
Holy fuck.
He looked on as Tara made her way to his navel. She poured some champagne into his belly button and suck it dry seconds later. He moaned as her mouth got closer and closer to his cock. She kissed his inner thighs on both sides but never did her lips enclosed on his engorged member.
She didn't think she would enjoy this as much as she was. She loved watching him writhe under her, desperate for her to relieve some of the sexual tension. She placed the bottle on the floor next to her and slowly dragged her nails across his chest, navel, and thighs.
"Please Tara," he whimpered, his breathe coming out in spurts. His eyes were shut tightly as he writhed against her body.
She sat up and placed her hands on his chest. "Look at me Jackson."
When he opened his eyes, she saw how glazed over they were. Her hands reached towards her back and she slowly pulled the lace that was holding the corset together. Her breasts were fuller than when Jax went inside, given that she had given birth to Thomas five months prior. She was still breastfeeding but she made sure to pump enough milk to last for the next two weeks.
She pulled the corset over her head and made sure to throw it on the floor next to their bed. Jax's hands, which were resting on her hips made their way up to her breasts. His thumbs brushed over her nipples and she bit back the moan that threatened to spill over her lips. He tried to sit up but she pushed him right back down.
"I'm all about service tonight, Teller."
He watched as she made her way back down to his dick. When she finally wrapped her mouth on him, he moaned so loudly that the sound surprise even him.
No one could give head like his girl. He might have told that once to Opie back when they were teens and shit did she get better as they grew older.
His hands made their way to her hair and he tried to control their actions but fuck, did she feel good. His hips started raising from the mattress to meet her mouth and he knew that if he didn't put a stop to it fast, he would shoot his load inside her mouth.
"Tara, stop." He tried to redirect her towards him. She gave his tip a kiss before making her way to his mouth. He could taste himself on her lips. His tongue thrust inside her mouth and he felt her whimper above him.
His hands made their way to her hips and he tugged at the thong she was wearing, ripping the thin material right from her body.
He tried to flip them over so could be on top but Tara resisted him.
He pulled away. "What's wrong, babe." He could feel how wet she was for him.
"I want you to take me from behind, Jax."
Holy shit.
Usually he had to beg her for doggie style sex. Tara was all game tonight.
She moved around until she faced the mirror and she got onto all four. Jax maneuvered himself behind her, being mindful of the heels she was still wearing. He traced her tattoo with his tongue before kneeling behind her.
He leaned forward so his lips were right above her ear.
"Look at us babe. The biker and the doctor. To opposite ends of the fucking spectrum."
"But fucking perfect," she whispered before Jax rammed himself into her.