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Chapter 12
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Savannah woke up with a killer headache the next morning. Her head was pounding and the room was too damn bright. Last night was a blur after a point, she didn't even remember getting home. Opening her eyes, she looked around to make sure she was in her home. She vaguely remembered dancing with that guy again. Touching her lips, he had kissed her. She couldn't remember if that was a dream or if it really happened though.
No, no, it definitely happened. She didn't black out, she could control her drinking better than most of the guys back in Charming. Why did she drink so much anyway? Oh, right. Sky and Juice were dancing. After Skylar told her she was sorry for sleeping with him behind her back. Maybe she shouldn't have forgiven her so quickly.
There was still a piece missing. How she actually got home.
Had she brought the guy back to her place? Looking over, she could tell the other side of the bed wasn't used. Looking herself over, she noticed she was wearing one of Jax's old Samcro shirts. She still had underwear and a bra on. She hadn't had sex then. That was good. The last thing she needed was catching something from a guy she said less than ten words to.
So how the fuck did she get home?
She jumped at the sudden loud noise coming from the living room. Savannah took a moment to just listen, trying to figure out what it was. Someone was snoring up a storm. So she did take someone home last night, and they slept on the couch? That didn't make any sense. What guy comes home with a girl and doesn't sleep with her? Not that she was complaining, she was glad she didn't sleep with a complete stranger, but that didn't explain why there was snoring coming from her living room.
Pulling the sheets off her bed, she glanced at her bedside drawer, remember that a glock was kept in there if need be. Grabbing her robe, she slipped it on as she left her room. She wasn't sure what to expect when she got out there, but the sight of Juice sprawled out on her couch wasn't it. He certainly made himself at home.
From the look of it, he welcomed himself to a shower and fell asleep watching her TV. At least he had the decency to turn it off before he fell asleep. She should have woken him up, but she paused to take him in. He was laid out in just his boxers, having taken off his jeans and shirt some point in the night.
She found herself blushing at the sight of his hard-on. A part of her was curious to know what he was thinking about. The other part was louder and told her she didn't want to know. His snoring snapped her out of it. God, for such a cute guy, his loud mouth really did ruin it sometimes. Go figure.
Grabbing the blanket hanging off the back of the couch, she unfolded it and draped it over him. He had to be freezing, and the last thing she needed was to be the reason he got sick and couldn't work. She had a feeling that wouldn't go over well for him.
Brushing his hair out of his face, she paused when a familiar scent hit her. Leaning in, she took a good whiff of his head. Jerking back, she looked at him stunned. Her shock turned into disbelief. "Motherfucker, he used my shampoo." She muttered under her breath.
He'd used her shower, and who knows how much of her bathroom utilities. She had special body wash that wasn't easy to find here in New York. Last week her ma had to ship it all the way from Charming. She was picky about her body wash. Her shampoo not as much, but still . . . he shouldn't have used it.
Grabbing his clothes, she tossed it at him with a sharp "Get up."
He woke up with a gasp, not expecting his clothes to get thrown at him. Cursing under his breath, he looked around confused before spotting her glaring at him. Obviously she wasn't a morning person, he thought to himself. "Good morning to you too, princess." He grumbled as he shifted around to sit up.
Scratching his head, he yawned and stretched out the creaks in his back from sleeping on her couch. It wasn't the most comfortable, but hell of a lot more comfortable than the back seat of his car. He knew he could have slept in her bed with her, skipped the cold shower and finally get somewhere with her. He wasn't going to take advantage of her though, and he had a feeling she wouldn't have appreciated waking up naked and confused with him either.
When he slept with her again, he wanted her to remember it. From the look of it, he doubted she remembered their little make out session back at the club that made its way over here. He wasn't about to remind her when she was pissed at him already.
Savannah rounded the couch and headed for the kitchen. Her headache wasn't going to go away on it's own. Getting up, Juice realized his 'problem' hadn't deflated. Seeing her in her robe did not help , and remembering the kiss last night hadn't either. He was curious to know if she still wanted him though.
Worst case scenario, she elbowed him and told him to get out. Which, he gladly would at that point. Best case, she let him take her there in the kitchen. The third option being she at least showed signs of wanting him too, even if he didn't get past second base. He could live with that one, he supposed.
Walking up behind her, he brushed her hair off her neck and dipped his head. She tensed as he started kissing the sensitive skin. She slowly relaxed and leaned back into him. His hands rested on her hips, innocently enough he figured. Hearing her breathing hitch, he knew he was doing something right. "Wh-what are you doing, Ortiz?" She asked him, her voice barely a whisper and breathy.
The corners of his mouth twitched into a grin as he nibbled on her ear. He fought back the groan when he felt her push back against him, her ass rubbing against his morning wood in just the right way. If she wasn't careful, he wouldn't be able to stop himself. "Thought . . . that was . . . pretty . . . obvious." He chuckled in between kisses.
She grabbed the counter to keep herself from falling forward. Wincing, she felt him sink his teeth into her neck, no doubt meaning to leave a mark. She'd forgotten how good a kisser he was. Closing her eyes, she let her head fall back, giving him better access. Juice's lips caressed her jaw bone, then his teeth nipped at her ear lobe, tugging on it gently. It wasn't until she felt his hand slip into her robe and down her thin light blue lace panties did she snap out of it.
Pushing his hand away, she slipped out of his hold and far enough away he couldn't pull her back. "We're not doing that in my kitchen. I-I don't even know what happened last night. If you . . . if we, I didn't . . . I was drunk, Juice." She felt guilty, knowing something must have happened last night. She just didn't know what.
He knew that, it was why he stopped them last night. Of course, she didn't know that. He obviously made the right choice though. "Nothing happened last night. Clothes stayed on, I brought you home and sent you to bed. Took a cold shower. Sorry, it was either that or go to sleep with blue balls." He confessed, not realizing how bad that sounded.
If it was anyone else who said that to her, Savannah would have kicked him out then and there, but this was Juice. The man with no filter. She was use to it by now. She shook her head, smiling as she went back to making breakfast. So maybe Juice wasn't so much of a bad guy. Anyone else would have taken advantage, but he didn't. He was obviously interested, but he had manners. No doubt thanks to Mrs. Perelli.
"Well, thanks for showing some restraint then, Ortiz." She said back, looking over her shoulder to see him watching her.
It took her a moment to realize he was really looking at the food she was making. He was hungry, but she doubted he'd say as much. Juice didn't like hand outs, she'd seen as much before. Mrs. P might make him eat at the diner, but he refused when she offered to pay for him to get his hair cut or buy him some new clothes. She loved babying him, but he didn't want to be a charity case. She could understand that, she wouldn't want to be one either.
She didn't bother asking as she made him a plate. He looked surprised, but didn't fight her on it either when she offered it to him. Her excuse was that she made too much, but he knew better. He was just grateful she didn't make a big deal out of it. She slipped by him and headed to go sit down on the couch. He went to follow her, but her voice stopped him. "Maybe you should put some pants on first."
Chuckling, he knew that was a good idea. Putting his plate down, he grabbed his jeans and slipped them on before plopping himself down beside her. Leaning back after grabbing his plate, he watched TV with her. Much to his surprise, they ended up watching cartoons. They had a couple hours before class to kill. Glancing over at her, he realized he liked this. Sitting next to someone and just hanging out.
He could get use to it.
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Mechanics class was hands down the hardest today. Working next to Juice after what happened that morning, was nearly impossible. Their hands would bump and for some reason she turned red every time. He'd chuckle, and she'd blush even more. At a point, he'd even been bold enough to make a move. He claimed it was to help her with what she was doing, but she knew it was just so he could nuzzle her neck.
God, he was going to drive her insane if he wasn't careful. Or get them both in trouble. Neither was something she wanted.
At a point, he had even pressed himself against her, making his hard-on obvious to her. He wanted her. Badly. She was going to give him permanent blue balls soon. This was the hardest he'd ever worked for a girl, and it was just day one. He knew Savannah wasn't like Skylar or Mel, she wasn't looking for casual sex. It was an accomplishment just to have made any progress with her.
"Ortiz, people are gonna think you're excited to see me or something if you keep pressing that joystick of yours into me." She whispered back, smirking when she pushed him back.
He got the message, back off. And he did. For a the most part. Moving back to his half of the table, he gave her the space she wanted and tried to think of anything that would cool him down. Mrs. Perelli. That usually did it. But then he started thinking of the diner and how hungry he was. Then his mind drifted to Savannah in her little waitress uniform and how much he wanted to just . . . fuck. This wasn't helping.
Hearing her giggle, he knew she'd figured out he was having trouble. Damn, she could be evil when she wanted to be.
"Now this is what I'm looking for." A voice startled them both.
Looking up, they saw their teacher coming over. Sharing a look, both were nervous they'd been caught fooling around. It wasn't like they were exactly being subtle about it. It was hard to remember there was other people around them sometimes. "Savannah, the carburetor looks amazing. Have you gotten a chance to work on the spring lever?" He asked, looking over the piece she'd been working on the last few classes.
Clearing her throat, she gave him a small smile and a nod. She was almost done putting the engine she'd been putting together all semester. The end of the semester was coming up fast and she was hoping the engine would score her a decent grade. Of course, the fact her project was nearly finished, didn't sit well with the others in the class. The whispers she could hear behind her was more than enough proof of that.
"Uh, yeah. I checked it on Thursday, teach. I should be able to move it to the old impala sometime next week." She said proudly.
He nodded, obviously approving of how well she was doing. Glancing over at Juice, he was doing well enough. He was working on a side job at the moment, but she'd seen him hard at work in past classes. "The rest of you might want to take some notes from Teller here. At least someone knows how to stay on task . . . Ortiz." He shot a look to the Puerto Rican beside her.
Juice's head snapped up at his name. Savannah couldn't help but stifle a laugh upon seeing his expression. He looked like he'd been caught red handed with something. Then she realized he'd been trying to get rid of his boner. Blushing, she looked away. Poor Juice.
"Don't you like seeing me around here though, teach? If I finish quick, where's the fun in that?" Juice said, hoping he saved himself the embarrassment.
He was hoping the table blocked any sight of the bulge in his pants. That was definitely the last thing any of them needed, and there was a chance their teach would switch his partner if he thought Sav was too much of a distraction for him. Granted, she was a distraction, but it was one he didn't mind having.
Thankfully, their teacher decided to leave him alone after that, turning his attention back to Savannah instead. He was looking over what she had left to do. "You'll need a bigger nut for this part, Savannah." He instructed, pointing to where he was talking about. "Otherwise, good job so far. Keep it up."
And with that, their teacher walked away and moved onto someone else. Savannah was looking through the box of nuts she and Juice had. Her happy mood lasted all of two minutes before it was ruined by the jerks at the station behind them. "Hey, Teller." One of them called out loud enough for them to hear. Savannah turned her head to see what they wanted. "I've got your nut right here." He chuckled, grabbing his junk.
Juice tensed, his fists clenching. He wasn't sure about Savannah, but he was sick of these assholes taking shots at her. Savannah could take care of herself though. She only proved that every chance she could. Today being no different. "Thanks for the offer, Jacobs, but I've already got two perfectly big nuts. Ain't that right, Ortiz?" She shot back, smirking as she looked between the two and Juice.
Juice's eyes bugged out at the implication. She did not just say that. But of course she did, because she's Savannah Teller. Clearing his throat, he nodded quickly. He didn't trust his voice not to squeak.
When the two had nothing to add, Savannah gave them a smug wink before going back to her work. Of course, any sense of victory was gone the moment they heard them speak up again. "It's not fair. She's got Ortiz doing all her crap for her so she'll fuck him." One of them muttered to the other. Unfortunately, they were loud enough for both Savannah and Juice to hear them.
Looking over, Juice could see how stiff Savannah had gotten. She wanted to turn around and hit which ever one said that, but she was better than that. She wasn't going to risk her future because one guy said something. It didn't change how much it had to hurt her. This was why she didn't want to start something with Juice. She didn't want them thinking he was helping her because she was putting out for him.
Glancing back, Juice wished he could do something for her, but he knew he'd just make it worse for her if he did it now. He'd just have to be more creative about it.
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After class, Savannah couldn't have gotten out of there quick enough. There was no way in hell she was sticking around for more taunting, and he didn't blame her. Besides, it gave him an opening. He found Jacobs in the parking lot and waved him down. "Hey, man, I wanted to ask you something." He said out, jogging over to the car he was about to get into.
The guy looked nervous seeing Juice coming up to him. Good, he should be.
Holding up his hands, he wanted Juice to know he wasn't looking to start anything with him. It was one thing to tease Savannah, but Juice had some weight on him. "Look, man, I didn't mean anything by what I said. If she's screwing you to get you to help her, that's none of my business." He said, hoping Juice wouldn't take it the wrong way.
Raising a brow at him, Juice wasn't sure what he could say to that. Savannah wasn't a slut, she worked hard for what she had accomplished in that class. That was all her, he barely even had to help her. Seeing that Juice wasn't impressed, Jacobs took a step back, holding up his hands in defeat. "I'm not dissing you, man. Teller, she's got a great rack, her ass ain't bad either, and if I had a chance to tap that, I'd jump for it. I don't blame you." He said in a panic.
God, this guy was an idiot. He didn't know when to shut his mouth. Juice knew Savannah had a great shape, but he didn't like other guys noticing it. it was hard enough to get where he was now, he didn't need to add any competition into the mix. Not that this idiot would be competition, he was pretty sure Sav was waiting for the chance to smack the hell out of him just like he was.
Juice let out a fake chuckle, nodding his head as if he was in agreement with him. Jacobs seemed to buy it, because he was chuckling nervously with him. "She does have a pretty great rack, doesn't she?" Juice laughed.
"Fuck yeah she does." Jacobs laughed, buying into Juice's act.
Without warning, Juice grabbed two fistful of Jacob's shirt and pushed him against the side of his car. All signs of joking around were gone from Juice's face. If anyone was around them, they certainly weren't paying them any attention. "You ever talk shit about Savannah, ever mention her chest or her ass again, and I'll beat you so bad, you won't be able to walk for weeks." He snarled, shoving him against the car again for good measure.
When he didn't say anything, Juice shoved him again. "Am I clear? Savannah doesn't need help, she's just better than you. You look in her direction again, say anything to upset her, and I'll personally make it my job to break those hands of yours." He threatened. All he could manage was a small nod before Juice shoved him to the ground and left a few good kicks to his side. He wanted to make sure the message got across.
Spitting in his direction, he left him bawled up on the ground before jogging off.