You And Me And Our Boys

by SkaterSince2004

JAX & TARA AU LOVE STORY (focus on them & not the club)! Will Tara make a full recovery? Will they be able to rebuild their relationship again? Or will secrets, lies, and misconceptions keep them apart? ***Spoilers for the S6 Finale, AU after that*** Warning: Slow Burn. Rated M/R for strong language/violence/adult themes/smut. Please review.

63. Chapter 63

Warning: This chapter contains 95% very smutty Smut (You can skip this chapter if that's not your thing)

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A sudden flash of lightning, rapidly followed by a huge clap of thunder, startles Tara awake. The unexpected noise has shaken her out of her dream, but nonetheless, she enjoys the instantaneous noisy roar of the heavy downpour against the roof and windows that follows. She likes rain. Well, she likes it as long as she doesn't have to venture out in it, that is.

Tara's not sure what time it is. All she knows is that she's drowsy and that it very much feels like it's still the middle of the night when she wakes up in the unfamiliar massive bed, surrounded by pillows and wrapped up in blankets that feel softer than a cloud.

She's draped against Jax's naked body, completely naked herself, and the sultry scent of sex lingers on Jax's skin and still fills the air around them.

His face is angled her way, and the top of her head is tucked against his chin. Her cheek is to his chest, and despite the noise of the weather outside, she finds herself listening to the comforting beat of his heart beneath her ear, feeling and watching his chest inflate and deflate with the deep, steady sound of each breath while he's still in deep slumber.

Closing her eyes again, she's trying her best to will herself to fall back asleep, even going so far as trying to force her lungs to breathe in time with him for a little while. But despite mimicking the soothing sound of his inhales and exhales, it's just not working.

She can't help but wonder why she isn't feeling more exhausted, because in theory, after how busy they've been, especially the last few days leading up to the wedding, along with the wedding day itself, sleep should come so easily.

Yet no matter how hard she tries, sleep still eludes her, and as her mind inevitably goes back over the events of the day, what she ends up settling on behind her closed eyes are memories of the most mesmerizing blue eyes watching her as their bodies collided in the most carnal ways earlier.

Tara very carefully lifts her head and with the orange glow emanating from the still-lit fireplace, it allows her a quick glance over their surroundings again, before she focuses her attention back on Jax, who's completely oblivious to where her thoughts have taken her, and undoubtedly exhausted from making her wildest dreams come true earlier.

Skin to skin with his warm body, she realizes that just thinking about all the dirty but delicious things he's done to her has her heart beating a little faster again, and new liquid heat beginning to pool needily between her thighs, one of which is still draped across him.

There's a part of her that wants to wake him, wants to indulge in his butter-soft lips coupled with the teasing scape of his beard when he kisses her, and let his powerful strong body take control again as his rock-hard cock moves inside her.

It would be so easy too. So easy to simply straddle him again, start rocking her hips against him, and place a few lingering kisses against his chest and neck. She has no doubt he'd all too willingly get with the program.

But… despite yesterday's long overdue celebration, she can't escape the reality of what day today is. Sadly, for the rest of their lives, the day after their wedding will forever be marred and overshadowed by the tragic loss of Opie, and with a heavy heart, she has to acknowledge that Jax won't fully be able to escape that heartbreaking reality either.

Thunder roars exceptionally loud, startling her once more, drawing her out of her thoughts, and suddenly the change in weather seems fitting for today. It's as though the sky is willing to open up and release its anger and sorrow in remembrance of the loss of Jax's best friend since childhood, too.

With her eyes still lingering on his face, Tara makes a silent vow to do anything in her power to preoccupy him by any means necessary. To distract him, to give him a few days of peace in her arms, in her body, because she knows that today, out of all days, he'll need the connection. He'll need it more than ever to face the memory of Opie's untimely death.

Right now, though, in this very moment, Jax looks so content, in a deep, peaceful sleep, his breaths are even, and he's comfortable, sated, and settled from devouring one another.

Because that's what happened between them earlier, devouring. Two desperate, lust-driven lovers, getting lost in one another, and looking to satiate the hunger that's been driving them crazy all day long. Love and sex, sex and love… it has always been their language.

Both of them are well aware that they've too often had issues talking things over, but they've all too often done their best communicating skin-to-skin. It might not be the healthiest, but there's something to be said about being in their natural state when they're together, that certainly makes her feel their connection on a much deeper level.

That said, they have the next few days to indulge in all the debauchery they could possibly imagine, so for now she thinks better of waking him and ultimately making him face the day of Opie's death when he doesn't have to just yet. So she decides to let him get some much-deserved rest instead.

Once more, she closes her eyes, snuggling into the warmth of him, and seriously tries to will her mind and body to relax, too, to find that same sort of peaceful rest he's experiencing right now, but it's just no use.

On the other hand, remaining lying here, half astride him with this pulsating ache that's building to have him again, feels very much like torture, and so before she ends up waking him after all, she decides to get up, not just because nature calls, but because she's curious to take a look around this charming honeymoon haven Jax has booked for them for the week.

Trying her best not to wake him, she oh so slowly and carefully untangles her naked limbs from his, stopping and holding her breath every time he stirs even the slightest as she unwraps the blankets from around them, too. And so it takes her a good minute to climb off of him, carefully cover his body with the blankets again, to then equally slowly scoot her naked self to the edge of the mattress.

Leaving the warmth of his body and blankets behind, she shivers, yet still lets out a near-silent hum at the hint of soreness but also the remnants of pleasure she feels between her legs. Could swear she can still feel him inside of her even as she slips out of bed.

As her feet touch the floor, she's careful to sidestep their discarded things, scattered across the floor around the bed. She reaches down to move her thigh-high stockings and heels out of the way, vaguely remembering falling asleep still wearing them, and realizes that Jax must have removed them while she was in a dead sleep, just like he must've extinguished all the candles that were burning too.

Which is surprising, because she's become somewhat of a light sleeper, par for the course of being a mom of two mischievous young boys, but she guesses she was really out of it, for a couple of hours at least. A glance at the red numbers displayed on the alarm clock on Jax's nightstand confirms that it has, in fact, been a couple of hours since they've fallen asleep.

Looking back at Jax once more to ensure her rustling about really didn't wake him, her emotions get the best of her and she finds herself pausing another moment, wanting to commit the sexy sight to memory.

Even in the semi-darkness, she can still easily make out every detail of his features, although she doesn't need to see them to know them by heart. After all this time, she swears she could draw him from memory if she had to. And when they're old and wrinkled one day in the future, she's certain she'll still see him just like this version right here, because age doesn't change the way a soul feels, or how a heart truly sees you.

Contrary to the flicker of achy neediness Tara's already feeling for him again, there's also a sense of calm that washes over her as she takes him in for a few more silence-filled seconds.

He looks so peaceful, and dare she say happy, in slumber, and he's certainly earned it. Once they're back home, she'll have to think of something special for him, wanting to reward him for giving her the dream wedding she'd always wished for, and several steamy nights she will cherish for the rest of her life.

Finally peeling her gaze off of him, she looks around the room again. She's since realized that the fireplace must be running on gas, and therefore it's still going as strong as it did when they first arrived, but there's still a chill in the air now that she's no longer cuddled up next to Jax beneath the blankets. Looking around, she quickly traces her way back to the front door, to slip on and wrap Jax's discarded dress shirt around herself for now just as the storm outside seems to calm a little again.

On her way in search of the bathroom, she pauses to admire the kitchen and dining area that she'd completely overlooked earlier. Even without flicking on a light and just the glow from the other room, her eyes have adjusted well enough to see that it matches the rest of the charming decor of the place. And although she never considered this to be her style, she can still picture herself living in a place like this someday, when the kids are grown and it's just Jax and her.

What catches her eye, though, is the oversized rose-colored wrapped box topped with a big black bow, sitting prominently on the table so that it can't possibly be overlooked.

Assuming at first it's another surprise from Jax, Tara curiously steps closer, but when she glides her fingers across the envelope that's attached to the gift, she instantly recognizes the handwriting that simply reads 'The Honeymooners' as that of her long-time friend Rayna.

More curious now, she cautiously tries to lift the big box, shaking it just a little; it is heavier than she thought, and even though things move and shift inside, Tara's none the wiser. But knowing Rayna and the occasion, hence 'The Honeymooners', she's got a pretty good idea of what the contents might be, and she can't help but shake her head to herself as her imaginations run wild at the thought while she ventures on to explore.

After stumbling across the small walk-in closet that has her and Jax's suitcases inside, she grabs the toiletry bag she'd packed, and something to sleep in before she finally finds the bathroom behind the last remaining door she hadn't checked.

She opens the door the rest of the way and steps further into the darkness. Her hand searches the wall for a light switch. Her fingers finally collide with a touchpad, flicking on the lights, and she squints against the sudden stark brightness before she realizes the lights are dimmable to a more muted level.

Looking around, she's not surprised that the bathroom is also breathtaking, but unlike the rest of the cottage, it seems much more modern, and possibly recently renovated.

The floor is white and gray marble tile throughout. There's a white double sink with generous counter space and white cabinets, and a toilet with a separate space and door.

For just a one-bedroom cabin, Tara's surprised by the fancy heated towel bars near the entrance of the elaborate walk-in shower that could easily fit an orgy.

The walls and the built-in bench of the oversized glass-encased shower are covered in large stark white tile, and there are four different kinds of showerheads, a double rainfall shower head, one that can be handheld is mounted to the wall, and one that looks more like an ornamental water feature than anything really functional.

And of course, there are several little decorative touches in the room as well, like the beach-themed artwork on the wall and plants, the plush light gray colored bath rugs, and a few candles here and there.

The only thing one might consider old-fashioned would be the sprawling clawfoot tub near the window, but it seems deeper and wider than a traditional clawfoot tub, easily fitting two adults, and she wouldn't be surprised if it was somehow custom-made, because she can't recall ever seeing a clawfoot tub that size before.

Overall, the space is warm and inviting, and she can only imagine how, during daytime, with the sunlight filtering in through the window near the tub, it'll give off an airy and beachy vibe. Calm and relaxing, like a high-end spa.

After using the restroom, Tara meets her reflection in the mirror as she's washing her hands. She imagined she'd be sporting raccoon eyes by now, but her mascara hasn't smudged per se, it did, however leave a few teeny tiny specs of black peppering her cheeks and right below her eyes.

She turns the knob in the shower, but while she waits for the water to heat up, she hurries to clean the makeup off of her face at the sink. After checking the temperature again with her outstretched hand, she then quickly slips out of Jax's shirt, and armed with her shampoo, conditioner, and body wash, steps inside.

Propping her hands against the tiled wall, she hangs her head and sighs as she lets the hot stream wash over her, instantly warming her bones. It feels amazing. This is just what she needed.

She holds her breath and tilts her head up, letting the water hit her face, completely washing the last remnants of yesterday away.

Boom.

The thunder is so loud this time, she swears she could feel it rattling her sternum even standing underneath the hot water. She takes a step out of the stream, just enough to take a breath, and wipes the water out of her eyes when thunder booms loudly again, practically shaking the whole place, and suddenly everything is nearly pitch black. Shit.

It takes a couple of seconds of her blinking before her eyes have adjusted so that she can make out just enough to feel comfortable to continue getting cleaned up. A small part of her momentarily wonders if it's safe to stay in the shower should lightning strike the building, but that thought then quickly morphs into wondering how long it'll take before the power comes back on.

It has to come back any minute, right? And if it doesn't, should she wake Jax to see if it's just a circuit breaker that flipped, or if there's maybe a generator someplace outside he could start up?

Just then, the sound of thunder echoes around the bathroom again. And despite her better judgment, she decides not to worry about things she can not change this very second, and steps right back beneath the hot stream after all, and the light suddenly comes back on again, though still on the muted setting she'd left it.

She lets the water cascade over her head and then down her body again for a long minute, and that's all the time it takes before her mind veers in a whole other direction again, and the night's events begin to play out like a reel behind her closed eyes.

Getting lost in those thoughts for a second time since she woke up beside Jax, she sighs in the solitude of the shower as she remembers every kiss, every touch, his mouth on her, and first his fingers and then his cock inside her. She remembers pleasuring him, and the orgasms that shattered her, shaken her to her soul, leaving her so overwhelmed she couldn't keep her eyes open another second longer. Christ, simply thinking about that makes a little frisson rock her all over again. Maybe she'll wake him after all when she climbs back into bed with him soon.

And just when she has that thought and is about to allow her hand to slip down between her thighs, to amplify the seemingly ever-present throb of her clit, she swears she can feel the woosh of cooler air surround her for a moment before it disappears again with the faintest sound of the door clicking shut behind her.

Despite the hot water and steam surrounding her, goosebumps rise across her skin, and her nipples instantly peak to hard points, because without opening her eyes to actually confirm his presence, she instantly knows he's there.

Tara can feel the tension rise, and senses that Jax is already standing just a few steps away from her now. She turns her head, but between the muted lighting of the room coupled with the stream of water raining down on her, she has to squint her eyes to look at him over her shoulder.

He's close enough that the water is already running down his face too, creating rivulets on his broad chest she longs to lick away from him, and when her eyes meet his again, his mouth instantly curves into a smile as if he can read her naughty thoughts like an open book.

He steps in behind her, sweeping her hair to one side before he wraps her in his arms and drops his face to the crook of her neck to breathe her in. "Should've woke me up," he murmurs the words against her ear before he's peppering a few quick kisses against her skin there.

"Thought you earned some much-needed sleep." She answers while she bites back a moan already threatening to escape her lips, and her hands curl around his strong forearms, holding her to him as she tilts her head a bit further aside to give him easier access.

"I can sleep when I'm dead," he replies without missing a beat as he nuzzles in further, and a tingling sensation courses through her body, making her shiver in his hold as his lips continue to expertly tease her pulse point.

To her surprise, though, Jax suddenly lets go of her, and backs away as he reaches beside them to grab the bottle of shampoo she brought.

"Close your eyes," he says, sounding strained, like it's taking him an enormous amount of self-control to even say the words.

Despite her displeasure over the loss of skin-to-skin contact between them, Tara does as she's told and closes her eyes as he guides her around so they aren't standing right under one of the showerheads anymore.

He slowly works the shampoo into her hair with great tenderness and care, working his fingers deep into her long strands and taking his time to thoroughly massage her scalp too. And there's no doubt in her mind that she needed that after the ungodly amount of hair products that Rayna and Christy used on her to ensure no hair was out of place for the ceremony and pictures they had taken afterward.

Not to mention that his fingers feel so good too, and she can't help the contented little sighs and moans that escape her mouth uncensored.

After clearing his throat, he instructs her to tilt her head back as he moves her further back under the water again, carefully rinsing every last bit of the shampoo from her hair, and then reaches for another bottle.

Again, Tara's lost to the feeling of him now working the conditioner into her hair with the same care as before, it's both so pleasurable, and yet somehow torturous because his hands aren't elsewhere.

After a few long moments, he finally washes the conditioner from her hair too, and she welcomes the feel of his skin when he pulls her close, wrapping her in his arms with her back flush to his chest again.

Stretching her arms above her head and behind her, she runs her hand over the short beard along his cheeks.

Nuzzling into the touch of her hand, he turns his head until his lips press into her palm, placing a kiss there as one of his hands skims ever so slowly down her belly while the other's thumb begins to tease the underside of her breasts.

More needy heat begins to bloom low in her stomach, but she doesn't get the chance to give in to it, because, to her dismay, he all too suddenly releases her from his hold yet again.

Unable to hide her curiosity, she looks back at him this time, watching as he grabs the bottle of body wash now, and quickly squeezes some into the palm of his big hand, rubbing them together to spread the suds.

Tara closes her eyes as he takes his sweet time massaging her neck, shoulders, upper arms, and back, working any possible kinks from her body, and easing soreness from her that she didn't even realize was there.

His hands work several knots out of her muscles, somehow managing to bring her to one form of bliss, while simultaneously and expertly avoiding all the places she really wants to feel his touch. Leaving her entire body electrified with a pulsing need for him.

Her stomach dips heavily when he runs over her navel and keeps sliding lower, hoping she's right about where his next destination will be, because her body is screaming for the touch.

She finds herself growing wetter with each move of his hands, her body responding to him eagerly, and she has to bite her lip again, resisting the urge to moan out in pleasure.

Her skin is flushed, and not just from the water, but from the scorching heat that is starting to rise higher and higher within her body. Desire is tightening like a coil low in her belly, and she wants nothing more than to unwind and find release so badly.

Jax removes his hands to obtain more soap, and Tara can't suppress the near-silent groan of frustration that escapes her.

Pressing his body back to hers, his hands resting on her hips, he buries his nose against her neck, nuzzling her skin again, all while fighting the urge to laugh out loud at her discomfort.

But her body squirms somewhat restlessly, and this time her head knocks him away when she lifts her shoulder to her ear to move him.

"Something wrong?" He has the audacity to ask, as if he doesn't know what he's doing to her, feeling his fingers tense and twitching against her goosebump-covered skin.

With panted breaths, she answers, "Please, stop teasing me, Jax."

But she's quickly reassured that they seem to be on the same wavelength after all, because when he steps closer to her again, not only is his obvious erection rubbing against her ass and lower back now, but he also finally glides his hands over her wet skin until he's fully cupping both her breasts.

This time his touch is anything but subtle. It's unmistakably lust-filled, with a purpose and with a clear mission in mind. She leans her head back onto his shoulder as he toys with her body, adding gasoline to the already rampant fire within her.

Once her breasts are washed to his satisfaction, but not hers, he once more lathers her arms, throat, and belly, before he pulls her further below the water again to now rinse her off, his hand following the same path once more to wash away all the soap.

The steam from the shower feels laced with so much sexual tension now, and she knows his thoughts have morphed into the same need she's feeling.

He lulls her into complacency, to just enjoy what he's doing, because despite all the teasing, his hard cock wedged between them reassures her where this will all eventually lead, and she can't wait.

Still, even knowing all that, Tara freezes when one of Jax's hands glides down her trembling stomach. Every touch seems to light another fire beneath her skin until she's filled with such heat she's afraid she'll combust at any moment now. Desire flows hot and heavy through her veins as her thoughts seem to spin around one thing and one thing only.

Then Jax's breathing turns harsh against her ear, lowering his hand a little more. Agonizingly slowly, he touches her thigh, stroking reverently. Inch by inch, he then makes his way to her inner thigh, before his hand finally moves to her center and cups her pussy possessively.

Her lungs tighten before she releases a strangled breath as her heart's already racing faster, making her fingertips and toes tingle at just that simple touch.

Then his rough hand presses against her, caressing the lips surrounding her throbbing bud. Back to teasing her again, it doesn't stay, doesn't touch or play with her clit, and instead, he draws down over her entrance, which feels even more slippery now than it did when he was soaping her up a few moments ago.

This time she allows him to press his lips against her cheek, kissing a trail back to her ear, the scratch of his beard leaving delicious tingles in its wake when he groans, "I'll make you feel good now."

His words make her breathing hitch, and her happiness sharpens to more need as she nods infinitesimally and hums in approval of what she knows he's suggesting.

Tara tries to relax her tensing muscles, widens her stance slightly to allow him easier access, and Jax takes full advantage as his exploring fingers dip further between her legs.

A moan erupts from her as he circles her entrance, but he grips her hair with his other hand, tugging her face his way, and silences her with a forceful kiss she's longed for since he stepped into this shower with her.

She is lost in the sensation as he begins rubbing her wet pussy with his talented fingers, finally yet slowly circling her clit, and teasingly slipping back and forth through her lips.

Adding pressure to his hold, and keeping her still, before his finger slips inside her this time, ever so gradually, making love to her with his finger, and it's enough to make her channel clench in need for more.

But he takes his time with her, letting her adjust to the intrusion, allowing her to enjoy the feel of him moving inside her.

All her attention immediately focuses on him there as he slowly penetrates, and she moans needily as her wetness soaks his finger.

He chuckles darkly against her ear as he slips in and out again. Then she bucks at first as a second finger enters. Once he is deep inside, he begins thrusting more forcefully, pressing in deeper now, claiming her a bit harder.

Her hands clutch at his wrist out of reflex, but still allowing him to keep the same rhythm that's beginning to drive her higher. All her nerve endings are standing at attention now, and her eyes remain closed as her focus goes to his fingers working inside her, and his tongue teasing against hers inside her mouth.

Oh, fuck, it feels so good.

She can't help the moan that escapes her, surrendering completely to him, and focusing entirely on his hard body pressed to hers, his hard cock at her hip now, his other hand still gripping her hair so possessively, his tongue delving deeper, and matching the touch of his fingers inside her.

Jax rocks his palm against her clit, finger slightly feathering inside after each thrust, and she somehow becomes even wetter for him, arching in his hold. She would be a puddle at his feet if he wasn't holding her up, by her hair and pussy no less.

He turns them, turns her in his hold, then sucks in a raspy breath after his mouth leaves her lips, only to press his face into her cleavage. Licking the valley of her breasts at the same time he moves his fingers faster, pressing deeper, his palm rubbing her clit even harder.

His hand lets go of her hair, and follows the flow of the water over her aching nipples, teasing the stiff peaks, before he leans down to suck one into his mouth, working his tongue around the tight bud like he has all the time in the world.

Her mouth opens wide, and she moans and groans, rocking her hips now to meet his thrusting fingers, and he trails kisses across to her other nipple and begins to tease and suck on it too.

He moves back up to suck her neck, groaning as she widens her stance even more by hooking a leg around his hip, surrendering completely to him.

Jax is getting all worked up himself now, breathing hard, and without warning, he adjusts his hand on her so he can use his thumb to stroke her clit, rubbing her there even harder when he demands, "Come for me, Babe."

His magic words bent her to his will. She moans as everything tightens, and warms, loving all of his touches, and ultimately she can't help but do as she's told.

Her head tips back as she arches into him, sparks of need fizz and pop, making their way down her legs until her toes curl and her head spins.

He groans as she writhes against him. His own needs raging, making him tremble as he subconsciously rocks his hard cock against her.

After Jax finally slips his fingers from her, she slumps against him, her arms wrapped around his middle, fingers splayed against his muscular back, mimicking the way he's holding her now.

She can feel his cock twitch between their wet, heated bodies. She presses back, her body rocking against him. She wants to return the favor and wants to make him feel good, too. He needs her as much as she needs him. The knowledge magnifies her lust a thousandfold again, despite the orgasm she just experienced.

Feeling playful, she steps back a moment later, squeezing some of the body wash into her hand, before she begins to wash his body now, like he's done to her. She takes special care over his pecs, teasing his nipples, before she makes him turn around to brace his hands flat against the tiled shower wall so she can wash his back.

She tries to mimic what he did to her earlier, taking her time massaging his tight shoulders as best as she can, before she works her way slowly down his back, all the way down to rub and massage the soap over his clenching ass cheeks too.

Then she steps closer to him, her breasts pressing against his back as she's soaping up his obliques, working her slippery hands to his front again, once more running over his chest, before slipping down over his six-pack.

She kisses his wet back, most of which is covered in black ink, when she reaches boldly for his cock and leisurely begins stroking him.

"Fuck, Tara," Jax groans as he jerks at the first contact, the hot skin of his back tensing against her nipples, but his reaction is what she'd hoped for, getting her all keyed up again too.

Her soapy hands work up and down his rigid shaft, her thumb teasing over the tip every so often, and she can feel Jax's breathing growing more ragged with each breath.

But right when he can feel his orgasm really beginning to build, she stops and takes a step back. Because that's not happening, at least not like this.

"Is this payback?" He asks with a chuckle when he turns around to meet her eyes, as if he has suspected her to do that from the very start.

But Tara only shrugs a shoulder, giving him a mischievous smile before she leans in to kiss his broad, wet chest, her fingertips gliding teasingly across the ridges of his washboard abs, instead of continuing what they were doing to him a moment ago.

His lips twitch in amusement and he slaps her ass, before his hands tangle in her hair and pulls her closer, tipping her head back to kiss her.

She sighs into his mouth, loving the feel of his lips on hers and his tongue brushing against hers again. Jax has always been an excellent kisser, but she'd rather not think about how he's become so good at any of this, instead, she just enjoys reaping the benefits.

Tara wraps her hands around his waist again, before her fingers slip back down to cup his bare ass. Jax Teller has an ass that just doesn't quit. A perfect bubble butt. But just as that thought slips through her mind, his hard length wedged between their slippery bodies reminds her that yes, he's got a gorgeous cock too.

One might argue that dicks aren't particularly esthetic, but she actually thinks his cock is so fucking beautiful.

He deepens the kiss, his hands slipping from her face to rove over her body with newfound eagerness as they just melt into each other.

They continue to kiss as they tease, her hand back around his cock giving slow pulls. Just enough pressure to keep him on edge.

He groans into her touch, pressing in with his hips. His hand delves between her legs, his fingers finding her center still slick.

"I want to make you feel good too." Tara murmurs between kisses, and his pulse quickens further at the eagerness in her tone, coupled with the way she looks up at him with so much heat in her eyes.

Taking him by the hand, they slip free from the brunt of the shower's hot spray as she nudges him toward the tiled bench seat, and pushes down on his shoulders, forcing him to take a seat.

She's trying to calm her racing heart as she watches him, dripping wet, sink down bare-assed onto the cool tile without even flinching, his cock swaying stiff between his legs, pointing at the ceiling.

In turn, he's focused on watching her as droplets of water are cascading over every inch of her supple body, expecting her to climb onto his lap, but she surprises him by sinking to her knees right between his parted thighs instead.

He watches her settle there, staring up at him with a look of love and longing on her face, before she slowly takes his cock in her hands, gently squeezing him at first, but then circling it tightly and stroking him from the base to the tip, massaging the length.

The sight of her like this has his blood pumping with recklessness, surging straight to his groin at this act of submission. The liquid softness of the lingering water is enough lubricant, and he grows even harder after just a couple of hard tugs of her hand.

She smiles up at him, the look in her eyes full of mischief, before her eyes are again strained on his hard length. She runs her thumb over the tip, her touch suddenly gentle as she's caressing the tiny slit. Then quickly works her hand all the way down and up and down again, causing him to scoot his bare ass forward, closer to the edge so she can caress his balls too, which she does.

By now, in the muted light, and after still no relief his dick looks almost angry and red. The excitement of what she's doing, or rather what she isn't doing, is getting to him.

She's a vision, a dream come true, and he's about to thrust himself inside her mouth. Goddamn, he wants that mouth on him.

His erection has her full attention, a droplet of precum glinting at the top now. Then her tongue slips through those pillowy lips, signaling she's ready for him. The tip of his length throbs, as she squeezes the base up his length, his balls tighten in anticipation, when she licks at the pearl that formed on his tip, and tastes the decadent saltiness.

Her hand trails to the base of his cock before she further lowers her head on it. She swirls her tongue around the pillowy head, and his whole body stiffens just a little as pleasure courses through him. She pauses at his reaction, staring up at him with her soulful hazel eyes.

She's watching him as her warm mouth covers his tip, and he closes his eyes, clearly basking in the amazing feeling.

His fingers curl around the edge of his seat with one hand, opening his eyes to let the other trail through her hair to grip it.

Her hands grasp the bottom of his length more tightly, as her full and soft lips stretch around his girth, looking like a depraved angel, and making him feel like he's simmering in a pool of paradise.

As her mouth goes further, the warmth of her mouth consumes his length, spreading with every inch she takes. Her lips slide upward before she goes down again, her soft tongue massaging the shaft and then the head like only she can.

His eyes roll back into his head as she swallows him up. It's like getting wrapped in a glove, the way her warm wet mouth takes him in as she sucks. She tries to take him deep instantly, but a gagging noise blubbers out of her mouth and she eases off a bit.

A few more strokes, each deeper than the last, and it's enough to make him lose control and set him off. He thrusts forward, drawing back, only to shove in deeper again, the desire for her throat overwhelming him. He plants both of his hands on her head now, wrapping her long wet hair around his fingertips to control her movements.

In retaliation, her teeth nick his skin for just a second, but the quick and sharp bite of pain only makes him shudder. Instead, invigorated by her teasing, he thrusts against her mouth harder.

His woman gasps so sweetly at that, that he groans a deep and guttural noise. She moans back, just as lost in the feeling for him, and so eager to please, she relaxes and takes him past that dangling flesh, down her throat, and finally swallows around his thick tip.

The pleasure that follows destroys his last sense of control, his hips moving of their own accord, fucking her mouth, needing more from her.

His hands grip her hair more tightly, rocking his hips so he slips down the back of her throat hard enough that tears leak from the corners of her eyes. He wipes them away and watches her suck harder and faster.

Her needy little moans are muffled by his cock as she brings him closer to the edge of ecstasy. His cock pulses heavily in her mouth, so fucking close to spilling his load down her throat, just as she eases off of him again.

"Babe." The term of endearment sounds more like a curse as it leaves his lips this time. "Don't stop," he instructs, just as she goes back to licking and tonguing just his very tip, seemingly enjoying teasing him to the brink of madness.

His eyes roll back in his head. He's been so close to the release she seems now intent on denying him, and his frustrated grunt echoes off the walls.

He's never allowed a woman to tease him the way that she does, but for some reason, he revels in the fight for control that they engage in during moments like these. Maybe because he likes taking it back from her when she thinks she's won.

Because the knowledge that he can take it at any time makes him feel invincible. It might be the hottest feeling in the whole fucking world.

On that thought, he's pulling her head forward, and forces her to accept every inch of him again. More tears leak from the corners of her eyes, and she draws a deep breath through her nose and swallows, gripping the tip of his cock in her throat this time.

She can barely breathe, but she loves this look on him. She loves the way he looks at her when he's on the brink of losing control.

Her lips stretch and her jaw aches, but she enjoys tracing the vein up his shaft while she fondles his balls, massaging and squeezing until she feels him twitching in her mouth.

He loosens his grip and runs his fingers through her hair instead, before he cups her face. His gaze softens while she wills the back of her throat to relax to let him go deeper again. He wipes a tear from her cheek, watching her suck him off, one deep thrust at a time.

She sucks him harder, tongue pressing upward as she swallows him deeper and deeper with each stroke, and Jax gasps out in warning, "Fuck!" And at that, the uncontrolled spasms take hold, wrenching an earth-shattering climax from him.

"Tara," he groans out her name, but holds her head still while he's exploding in her mouth, emptying himself inside her with another grunt, coating her throat with his cum.

Spent, he lets his hands fall from her face and hair, gliding over her creamy, soft cheeks, and grunts again when she pulls her mouth off of him.

She sits back on her heels, wiping his cum and her saliva from her chin before she looks up at him with a triumphant expression on her face.

"You get almost feral when I take you in my mouth, baby."

He takes a few seconds to catch his breath. "I think you're the one who gets feral, Babe."

One of his strong hands extends toward her. She grasps it, letting him help her up. His fingers brush over her palm, sending sparks shooting through her at even that simple touch.

Instead of stepping closer, Tara takes a step back beneath the still-hot stream, tipping her head back to let the water wash over her face, and opens her mouth to take a quick drink.

Jax leans back, watching her for a long moment as he waits for his heartbeat to slow down again, until their eyes meet again.

"What?" Tara wonders out loud about the look he's giving her.

"C'mere," is all he says in reply, reaching out his hand for her again, which she quickly takes.

He pulls her between his knees, urging her closer to him, and she gets the hint and gently climbs onto his lap, straddling him with her knees on the hard tile of the bench on either side of his hips.

Even before she's completely settled on his lap, he's cupping her face, and pulling her in for a kiss.

It feels like the kiss is happening in slow motion, like snapshots of time burning into her memory.

His fingertips slip into her hair, and his thumb brushes softly over her cheek. The scrape of his beard coupled with the softness of his lips, she's felt a thousand times but can never get enough of. The addiction in his taste and the unmistakable command in his touch.

It's a deep kind of kiss that would surely make her go weak in the knees, if she wasn't already on her knees.

Their tongues intertwine, tangle against each other, and she can't help but suck lightly on him, wanting him deeper.

The answering long sloped drag of his hot tongue against hers has electricity blooming inside of her again almost instantly.

And the kiss quickly morphs from soft, to hungry and wild and punishing, and she lets him take it. Lets his hands tangle in her hair again to angle her face just the way he wants her, to further deepen the kiss and explore her mouth like it is the first time they're doing this. It isn't just raw and primal; it is sensual and passionate.

One of his hands slips from her hair down to her neck, then from her shoulder down her back, teasing her spine along the way until he's cupping the globe of her ass to draw her nearer to him.

With her skin still wet from the shower, she easily slides against him when he pulls her further into his warm body, and tightens his hand on her ass to keep her there.

Her legs have also parted a little further to make room for him beneath her as he presses her needily to him, but the sudden contact sends new waves of pleasure straight to her pussy and makes her desperate for more.

There's no mistake about it. She can feel his almost flaccid -but still plenty thick- cock wedged between their wet bodies down below, and she just can't help but begin to roll her hips, just a little, just so, to get the length of it pressing against her just where she needs it the most.

He groans into her mouth when she begins to move against him, a delicious, rasping sound that echoes through her veins and instantly draws new liquid heat to pool needily between her spread thighs.

Jax hadn't expected this to turn into more again. Truthfully hadn't thought he had it in him to go another round so soon. Still feeling high on endorphins, he'd just wanted to show his appreciation, to hold her, and kiss her for a moment before they headed back to bed to catch some Z's.

That's all it was supposed to be, just a simple kiss, with maybe -in hindsight- a little too much tongue, that got her and then him a little carried away, and had his entire body reacting to her in a matter of seconds.

He probably should've seen it coming, though, because it surely isn't the first time that Tara managed to rile him up again in no time flat, after he was convinced his tank was empty. Not to mention on some of those occasions she wasn't still wet and naked, rocking in his lap.

So now that his dick got a taste and is already well on its way back to full mast, there's no reason to deny each other what they're clearly still craving for.

Jax starts to extend his kisses, leaving her mouth to travel down her neck and then to her full tits. He takes his sweet time to caress one after the other, using his tongue to circle her nipple over and over before he sucks it in his mouth.

She is gasping, arching her neck as she slightly writhes from the sensations. His magic tongue and lips have whipped her already stiff nipples into the tightest, hardest, neediest little peaks, and every touch from him has her more desperate than the last. And it has her grinding her hips a little faster against his, and with his hands on her ass, he's all too happy to help her with the task. He swears he can feel her get even wetter each time.

Suddenly there are a million things that are on the tip of his tongue. He wants to tell her how beautiful she is, how fucking incredible she feels, how much he wants her perfect pussy now, and how he can't ever get enough of her. But there's been enough love declarations for one day, so he'd much rather let his actions do most of the talking.

So wordlessly, Jax tries to reposition her, lifting her under the ribs with both hands until she rises enough for him to reach between them.

He strokes his now fully erect cock for good measure, before he rubs the length of it along her pussy lips, teasing her and lubing himself with her wetness, not just for the obvious reasons, but also to make sure she's really good to go too.

She holds onto his shoulder, placing kisses along his throat as he leans in to let his breath feather hot against her ear when he asks after all, "You want this, Babe?"

His husky voice is incredibly sexy as he firmly grips her hip with one hand, while sliding his hard cock against her wet entrance, teasing her clit along the way.

She feels so hot and wet and ready for him, his huge length could just slide right in, if only he'd let it.

The way she arches into his touch, along with the moan that escapes her right as she grabs his face to pull his mouth back to hers in another heated kiss, reassures him of just that and is all the answer he really needs.

Answering her moan with a groan, he's crushing his mouth to hers just as eagerly in return, because of course, Tara never disappoints. She wants him just as much as he wants her.

He's still feasting on her lips as he aligns his cock with her pussy, notching the fat head at her entrance, lowering his other hand back to her hip, urging her to slowly sink down on him.

Her fingers that were in his hair now shift to the back of his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin as she moans against his lips, her breath stuttering as his tip penetrates her. It feels so good, each and every time, and she's already so damn wet that she easily sinks down on him much further on the first go, feeling him stretch her on a soft exhale against his mouth.

They both groan at the first deep contact. Jax holds onto both her hips to help her as she rises and lowers herself over him so tantalizingly slowly, that it borders on torture.

The way his kiss turns more frantic, and his fingertips tighten their hold on her, she can feel his need like it is a tangible thing. She can feel the filthy, obsessive thoughts filtering through their kiss and touch, as if a kiss could talk.

He pulls back from her lips to meet her eyes, so worked up already that his chest rises and falls in quick succession when he's commanding her, "Ride me, Babe."

His gaze overflows with such longing as he looks up and down her body, while his hands slip further down, roughly cupping her ass to help her rock in his lap.

Tara widens her thighs further, sliding even farther down on him on her next descent, gasping this time at the slight sting that comes with the deeper stretch, but a second later she's already moaning at how good it feels too.

He leans forward, and he's back to kissing her breasts, sucking a nipple into his mouth again, taking his time with it before switching to give the other one the same kind of attention.

Tingles spread through her all over, and she instantly aches for more of him, for all of him. Rising back on her knees again, this time she wills her body to fully relax, letting gravity do its thing and easing all the way down until he bottoms out inside her.

Her breath shudders out in a low moan at how amazing it feels as her pulsing clit finally presses against his pelvis too.

His talented fingers might've gotten the job done a little while ago, but nothing will ever compare to feeling the fullness of his cock buried to the hilt inside of her, and judging by the groan that escaped Jax's lips, he feels exactly the same way.

He kisses her shoulder, still groaning in pleasure at the feeling, unable to stop himself from moving along with her now, desperately trying to find the same rhythm, he slides in and out of her, making her feel every inch of him.

Her pussy, and therefore their point of connection, is so wet, that the sounds their bodies are making with every thrust would have her blushing bright red in embarrassment, if she could focus on anything other than the way he's making her whole body buzz with electricity. She's oblivious to everything except the way his perfect cock fills her so full, so deep, so good, she swears she can feel him everywhere.

"Jesus…" He groans as he first sucks on her shoulder, then the tender skin of her neck, his words echoing her internal dialogue when he rasps them against the delicate skin of her throat. "You feel so fucking good."

She doesn't have the whereabouts to agree with him by actually speaking, but fuck, yeah, she couldn't agree more. He's so thick and hard inside her, all her nerve endings are tingling, synapses firing all at once as his hot hard cock slides in and out of her, and it inadvertently spurns her on to go a little faster, and faster and -

"Wait… slow down." He surprises her, dampening her enthusiasm not just with his words, but also with his hands that tightened on her hips to slow her faster movements down again. He trails kisses up her neck, gently sucking and kissing along her jawline some more, before he adds, "We don't have to rush this."

He's right, and yet he's wrong. It feels so amazing that she can't help but chase the feeling for more… but how can she argue with taking it slow and dragging it out for more pleasure?

They sink into each other, clinging to each other, two bodies woven together as one, as they chase their releases much gentler than just moments before, enjoying every touch, every kiss, every caress, every thrust. Loving each other.

Making love.

He helps her rise and fall over him, sliding up and down on his straining cock at this slower pace now. And of course, the sensations are still climbing higher and higher with each stroke, the strokes are just not as fast.

After a while, though, even her slow movements begin to falter a little. Because despite how amazing everything feels, and how she's aching for release, it's getting increasingly harder to ignore the way her thigh muscles are starting to quiver with the strain.

Nor can she ignore the bruising she'll surely end up with on her knees from grinding them into the tile, and the middle of her shin too, where she can feel the edge of the tiled bench digging unforgivingly into her skin.

Tara's lips part, breathing heavily from the sensations coursing through her, and Jax's lips find hers in a long seductive kiss.

After a while, she breaks their kiss and presses her forehead against his, her fingers gripping onto his short strands of hair as she tries to focus on riding his cock.

She is trembling violently, her legs straining more and more in their spread position across his lap, her pussy stretched around him and throbbing with unfulfilled need she's desperate to chase after.

Jax's teasing mouth on her neck brings her back to the here and now. And as if he can read her mind, his arms pull her tighter against him, before his hands slide beneath her thighs, lifting her up, getting her off of her knees, and instead helping her wrap her legs around his waist without severing their intimate connection for even a second.

This different position, with the slightly different angle, gives Jax most of the control over their movements now, leaving her at his mercy, but he won't hear her complaining one bit.

For a moment, his arms wrap gently around her back, kissing her unwontedly sweet, holding her still enough that she can feel his heart beating against her chest, matching the pounding of hers.

But Jax doesn't waste any more time, quickly scooting his ass closer to the edge again, with one hand holding onto her curvy ass, and the other now clamped around her shoulder for leverage; he goes right back to where they left off, rocking their bodies together once more.

It doesn't take long before they find their same rhythm. With each movement, each lift and fall of her body against his, each deep thrust of his body into hers, his hard chest rubs against her breasts and tender nipples, heightening the sensation.

He grins at her beautifully, awe and love in his gaze, the same she is sure is in hers.

Their panting breaths, the slap of their skin, and the smell of sex drown out the heat and fogginess of the oversized shower stall they are in.

The groans and grunts coming from him are the sexiest she's ever heard, and she moves eagerly against him, as much as her position allows, completely lost to the pleasure they are creating together.

Wet heated skin rubs against wet heated skin, as lips keep kissing, tongues keep teasing, and fingers keep tightening around each other's bodies, stoking the internal fire more and more.

The grinding of his hips gets faster after all, and has her fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders as her back arches and her head tips back on a low moan, before Jax captures her lips in a hungry kiss again.

At this point, their bodies are moving on autopilot, having long ago memorized each other just like this. Tara knows how to fit all of him. And Jax knows how to thrust into her in a way that drives her insane and over the edge.

She moans loudly, and her thighs are beginning to tremble for different reasons now, getting closer to falling over the edge again as Jax repeats his actions, going harder and faster with each thrust of his hips.

There's no mistaking that she is about to come, that much he knows, but just as she is about to reach her pivotal peak, he suddenly stops, much to her dismay.

"Jax," she cries out his name with a hint of frustration. Her voice sounds breathless when she looks back at him, confused, and her lips part again as she sighs the words, "I'm so close-"

He presses his lips hard against hers in a bruising kiss that makes them both groan in need. And then his voice is equally breathless when he answers her unspoken question with, "Not yet, Babe."

What he doesn't say is that he wants to come with her, but he needs just a little more time. Instead, he's leaning in to tease and lick and then suck first one and then the other of her stiff nipples back into his hot mouth.

She moans, leaning into the touch of his lips, pressing in with her hips, closes her eyes, and lets herself feel everything he does.

Using her arms that are wrapped around his shoulders for leverage, she tries to get some semblance of control, and tries riding his cock like she's wanted to from the very beginning.

"Look at me, Tara," his voice commands, and her eyes shoot open again to meet his, lips parted and glistening. Never looking away, she's bowing in his arms as he presses her deeper and harder against him.

The moment seems to drive on and on, until she is clenching him tightly and cries out, her head falling against his shoulder as she comes.

He groans at the feel of her tightening around him. She's so wet, she drenches him as she shudders on top of him, having come so hard she can't breathe. Her breaths are more like rasps, her chest heaving as her pussy continues to spasm around him.

He draws his hips back and pushes back in, not giving her any time to come down off her high, the sexy wet noise of their connection, as he pumps into her fast and hard, is spurring him on.

She groans as he tightens his fingers around her hips again and holds her still as he rams in and out of her.

"You're so fucking wet," he says as he sucks the skin on her neck into his mouth, teasing his tongue across her skin there.

He's moving her over him much quicker now. The deep slide of him inside her pussy makes everything about her quiver, and her breasts bounce in rhythm with the sounds of their wet flesh slapping together in the small room.

Jax slides one of his hands to wedge between them, rubbing his fingers over her clit, pressing against it in that way he knows will make her shatter.

His breath is hot against her face as he holds her gaze and says, "Fuck, you're so beautiful!"

Everything he's doing, along with his sweet words, catapults her over the edge, and she's coming again, or maybe she's still coming, she's not entirely sure.

Her body trembles as her orgasm overtakes her. Jax's cock pushes against something deep inside her, causing her legs to shake as floods of pleasure rush through her body.

She comes so hard and long, her body mercilessly clutches around his cock.

With both his hands back on her hips, controlling her movements, her mouth opens in a silent moan as he forces her to keep riding him through her orgasm. It spreads through her everywhere, seizing her muscles, her thighs squeezing around his waist, causing heels of her bare feet to dig hard into his lower back, and even making her toes curl.

She's wrecked. Utterly ruined. She's lost count of her orgasms since they got here last night.

Tara's body falls spent against Jax, her forehead pressing into his neck as she clings to him while he's continuing to pound his hips into her from beneath at the same time he keeps slamming her pussy down onto his cock, still chasing after his own release.

"Look at me," He says again, making her take every second of his intense gaze. A gaze that says: I love you, only you.

Switching up the pace, Jax now fucks her so slowly, so deeply, so goddamn thoroughly that it feels like her orgasm comes in waves, over and over, interconnected. And he is watching her keep coming undone, sweat rolling down his back, muscles of his stomach starting to tremble with exertion now.

His balls draw tight, his legs are twitching, and his head is hazy, feeling like he's on the razor's edge of ecstasy. She feels too fucking good, and he knows he's not gonna last long much longer in her perfect pussy.

He widens his knees, angling her pelvis just as he angles his hips upward, sinking deep, aiming for that deep friction he knows he needs.

Tara shudders and sinks her teeth into her lower lip, just as she digs her nails into his shoulders. That small, yet sharp sensation combined with the still convulsive clenching around his cock is what ultimately pushes him over the edge.

Finally, all that tension he built snaps in a sudden burst, and he comes with a long groan, clasping her tightly to him, grinding his hips into hers as he comes with his own wracking tremors, his cock jerking inside of her as heat fills up her core.

Their eyes are still locked on each other as his hips slow, and then she kisses him, every cell in her body alive with joy. It is so intensely intimate, not just physically, but even more so emotionally. Every time she thinks she couldn't possibly be happier, or feel his love for her more profoundly, he creates a moment like this to prove her wrong.

And as if that feeling wasn't intensely satisfying enough, he tops it off by actually saying the words to accompany her thoughts.

"I fucking love you, Tara…" he huffs against her mouth, sounding completely out of breath, "so much!"

"I love you too." Her breath is coming out in gasps, and they are holding tightly to each other as their pleasure spirals finally end.

It takes minutes before she catches her breath, before she can open her eyes and regain full function of her limbs again, too.

Tara can feel trickles of sweat dripping down her back, chest, and over her stomach when she pulls back enough to sit upright, also feels the sticky wetness of their combined release between her thighs. And she thinks idly that they will need to take another shower before heading to bed.

Jax frames her face with his big hands to draw her attention back to his, before he gestures to the still-running shower behind her, and it's obvious he's thinking the same when he says, "Sure hope there's some hot water left."

X

They are just about to settle back into bed when Tara looks back at the massive wall made out of windows hidden beneath the closed curtains, and steps closer to push one of the heavy curtains right in the center to the side. In awe, her hand freezes on the fabric, because as it turns out, it isn't just windows after all, it's French doors that lead out to a balcony or patio. But sadly, the rain is coming down too forcefully for her to dare step outside to take a look around.

Jax steps up behind her, wrapping his arms around her as she tries to get her eyes to focus on something outside through the glass doors, but with the moon hidden beneath heavy clouds, combined with the still ongoing downpour of rain, it's next to impossible to see much of anything at all.

"Hard to tell right now, but it's one hell of a view in the daytime. You're gonna love it." Jax reassures her, pulling her even closer, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck before he adds, "C'mon, let's get some sleep."

But just as they're about to pull the curtain closed, thunder booms again, sounding a bit further away, but the view he was just talking about still lights up for a long second as streaks of lightning break.

For miles and miles, the ocean stretches out before them, giving Tara a clue of what it might look like once the sun comes up in a couple of hours. She can't wait to see it.

She looks back at him, giving him a sincere smile, "I already love it."

They climb beneath the thick blankets, and Jax instantly pulls her closer to him like he always does. His arm around her shoulder, her chest against his side, as her head settled on his shoulder with her arm draped across his chest.

The man radiates heat, and somehow, even fresh out of a shower and after brushing his teeth, she swears she can still smell Jameson, mint, and cigarettes, all mixed with just his natural scent, on him. It's such a comforting, familiar scent to her, that she swears someone would make good money should they figure out a way to bottle it up and sell it, because other than the newborn scent of Abel and Thomas, it's her favorite scent in the world.

She closes her eyes as she listens to the sound of his heartbeat slowing a little more as he relaxes.

"Sweet dreams, Babe," he whispers, wrapping his arm a little tighter around her, drawing her even closer for a second to press a kiss to her forehead.

She presses a quick kiss against his chest in return, and she knows how awful cheesy it sounds, but she can't stop herself from whispering back, "My dreams already came true."

X

Jax stares at the screen of his phone for a long minute, but he still doesn't recognize the unknown number; the only thing that looks familiar is the California area code. And although he's got a pretty good idea who'd dare to fucking call him in the middle of his fucking wedding night, he still decides to listen to the voicemail that said person left when he didn't answer.

"Jackson, babe, I really need -" Gemma's needy pleading voice comes through the speaker. He instantly stops the replay and, without a second thought, deletes the message, then even goes so far as to block her number. Again.

He's done with her shit. There's literally nothing she can do, nothing she can say, no apology in the world she could mutter, that would ever make him look or feel differently about her again.

There will always be specks of love left, tiny slivers of something when he dares to look back at fond memories, back when he was just a kid, but it's all overshadowed by the whole truth of who his mother truly is. Turns out, no Club enemy could ever knock Gemma off the throne of his biggest adversary. She will always be the monster who raised him to become a monster himself, and she did it with pride. Plain and simple.

Jax shoves his phone back into his pocket and tightens his suit jacket around himself, as another gust of wind makes him shiver. He was too tired, too lazy, and too much in desperate need of a smoke when his phone rang and woke him, to bother getting fully dressed, had just thrown his suit pants and jacket from last night back on, and is now standing barefoot on the small front porch, freezing his fucking dick off.

There's a cigarette pinched between his fingers, the end of it bright and glowy in the surrounding darkness, and he raises it to his mouth, sucking in a deep breath, trying to clear his mind.

He holds that breath for a few long seconds, enjoying the nicotine hitting his system, and the comfortable heat in his lungs, before he releases it and a whorl of smoke gets instantly carried off by the chilling breeze around him.

Even now, he's full of regret, and he wonders if there'll ever be a day when he won't be. He woke up already feening for a cigarette before he even grabbed his phone, and then reality instantly hit him square in the solar plexus when it dawned on him what day it was.

He's been so focused on the wedding that he'd managed to push the memories of today, the day after the wedding, the day that his best friend died, to the very back of his subconscious, but now those memories reared their ugly head.

He's feeling so hurt, so goddamn pissed right now that somehow he can't help but think Gemma's to blame for that too.

If she hadn't constantly interfered and meddled with Piney and Mary, if she hadn't acted like the Den Mother of the Club, becoming Opie's substitute mom whenever Mary split, maybe then Opie would've gotten out and stayed out after his five-year stint inside. Maybe if Gemma had simply stayed in her lane as an Old Lady, his best friend wouldn't be six feet under right now.

Was there anything bad that happened in his life that didn't somehow lead back to Mommy Dearest?

He runs his hand through his short hair in frustration, then down over his face, before he takes another drag and a few seconds later releases another puffy cloud of smoke.

The thing is, he knows that no amount of anger, or griefing, no amount of wishful thinking will ever change the past. All he can do is not forget Ope… won't ever forget him and what he meant to him, and check up on Lyla and the kids every now and then too, but he also knows that if he wants to give this life he's building with Tara a real fucking shot, he's gotta be able to move on. Even from today… even from Ope!

He's got to somehow move on from everything, JT, Ope, Gemma… the hurt he put on Tara, all the guilt and shit he can't change from his time in the Club, he's gotta let it go. And keep all his focus on what he's not willing to lose.

Tara. Tara and his boys. They are the only things that matter.

He takes one last drag of his cigarette, before he extinguishes the last bit by tossing it in a puddle that has formed in the gravel drive.

After stepping back inside, he quietly pushes the front door closed behind him again, turning the lock of the deadbolt in place. It's just past four-thirty in the morning, no reason for her to wake up, too.

He shrugs out of his jacket he'd thrown on, unbuttons, and shucks out of his pants too, leaving him back in the nude.

Climbing back into bed, slowly, wordlessly, taking the right side as he usually does, although Tara's still sort of sprawled out right in the middle where he'd left her just a few minutes ago.

Lifting the covers, he's hit by a wave of her scent, or more acutely their combined scent, the scent of sex wafting off the bedding as he moves it. The punch of white-hot need that slams into him is neither surprising nor unexpected, and he doesn't bother to shove it back down.

She's lying on her back, arms resting delicately over her middle. Her hair has dried, and the ends look slightly tangled. She's still in nothing but the little white sexy negligee she admitted she bought just for this honeymoon and the matching white thong she put on after their shower, her generous tits, and puckered nipples pushing at the already snug fitting fabric.

He'd told her she didn't need all that, in fact, he'd told her that same old cliche that she could be wearing a goddamn potato sack and he'd still be all over her. The way she'd shyly laughed and then blushed, like she hadn't just sucked him off and then rode his dick, was a sight to behold.

As pretty a sight as right now, that has him pausing halfway into the bed, and blatantly staring. Because Tara Grace Teller -that's right, fucking Teller- looks like the personification of sex.

His mouth practically waters at the sight of her like this, so soft and ripe and all fucking his… forever now.

Christ! How many times has he seen her like this? How many times over the last month has he walked into their bedroom and fucking ached with the impulse to throw her into that bed and fuck himself into her? Or back when she was still in a hospital bed, in a coma, how many times had he imagined it was all just a bad dream, and imagined coming home to her like this, lying in their bed, waiting for him to join her?

Because of the hectic last couple of weeks, and the boys' constant cockblocking of him, they've had to deny each other for much too long, but thankfully there is just no need to do it anymore.

And just like that, his initial decision to let her sleep goes right up in smoke, but he's pretty sure she won't mind either. Besides, there are worse ways and reasons to be woken up in the middle of the night. Like calls from your locked-up murderous mother.

He's so busy thinking and daydreaming about what he wants to do now that it takes him a second to realize she's already awake. Even in just the faint glow of the fireplace, he can tell her eyes are now open, looking back at him in the dark, and from the small smirk tugging at the corners of her lips, she's apparently appreciating what she sees as well.

Shaking out of the trance, he whispers, "Hey, Babe," and reaches out to brush a lock of hair from her cheek. Her eyelids look heavy, and slack, like what you'd expect from someone that just suddenly woke up, but she's staring back at him, lips slightly parted now, and her eyes still roaming over him very much mirroring his longing gaze when she replies with a simple "Hey" of her own.

He doesn't hesitate another moment, quickly tucking himself closer to her warm, soft body. Well aware that it's only been a few hours since Tara was riding him in the shower. But hey, who's counting?

Tara curls against him, and her warm breath brushing against his bare chest has his heart beginning to pound, hard and drum-like, very reminiscent of how she'd make him feel since they started hooking up way back in high school. Some things just never change.

He cups her face and strokes her cheek with his thumb, her skin is so soft, so warm, and inviting, it's starting to make him fucking dizzy with need. He skates his palm down her body, grazing the peak of her nipples as it descends, pressing into her ribcage, sliding across her soft belly and lower. When he reaches his destination, he can feel the wet heat of her through her panties, but that's just background noise to the static that fills his chest when he keeps looking at her.

It's in the heat in her eyes, the way she parts her lips, that has him cupping her face with his other hand, and leaning in to kiss her.

He'll never get tired of how soft her lips feel against his, and when he licks out to taste her, he can feel her breath, hot and quick as she opens up for him and returns the gesture.

To make sure his intentions are clear, he presses the tips of his fingers right into her clit, circling the hard bud the way he knows she likes, and her hips begin to move on their own, rocking against his touch.

With his lips still on hers, he can feel more than hear the moan that escapes her. It's soft and quiet, delivered on the crest of her exhale, but there's an unmistakable plea in it, confirmed seconds later by her whispering, "Love me."

Those words from her have always been all the encouragement he needed. But still, he's emboldened and that same impulse he's had all day yesterday, to love her and fuck her, surges through him like a lightning bolt again. It drives him forward, crushing his mouth to hers, and he uses his knee to wrench her thighs open, parting her legs to make more room for him.

His hand plunges into her panties, and fuck, he can feel she's already soaking wet for him. So wet that he easily slicks his fingers with it, sliding two into her tight pussy at once as his thumb keeps working her clit.

Her lips and tongue are moving feverishly against his as he forces his tongue deeper into her mouth in time with pushing his fingers deeper into her body. Feeding her a rough, gritty, demanding sound, as he contemplates trying to reel himself back in a little, because there's a good chance she might be sore already.

He's feeling like a wild animal, devouring her with a sudden, aggressive urgency, on the brink of losing the last of his restraints, to allow only her to remain in his mind and in his thoughts.

But he sees, or rather feels, he's not alone in this. Can feel it in the way her fingers roam over his body, nails desperately digging into his skin to draw him closer, and the way her tongue works just as frenziedly against his, wanting more, needing more.

She does everything short of screaming 'Fuck me now' to him. But it's her hand forcefully gripping his straining cock to give it a few hard strokes that are the last straw, and nothing can stop him now, because she's clearly warmed up plenty enough.

Pulling his mouth from their kiss and his fingers from her body, he sits back on his hunches between her parted legs, meeting her heated gaze right before he shoves her panties down her thighs, and she lifts her feet up to his chest to make it easier for him to take them all the way off.

Then he rucks up the negligee she's wearing, and again she helps him by sitting up enough for him to pull it completely off of her too, her long hair falling in her face in the process. The sight is both scorching hot, yet somehow awkwardly adorable too.

And just like that, they fall back onto the mattress in a tangled mess of naked limbs. He grabs a rough handful of her tits, rubbing his thumb over her nipples as his hips equally roughly roll against her between her eagerly parted legs.

She sighs, sounding impatient just as he wedges his hand between their bodies to grab his excruciatingly hard cock.

He grabs her thigh, hiking it up even higher around his hip, and then lines himself up. A shudder rolls through her when the tip of his cock touches her entrance, her pussy muscles already flexing weakly around something that isn't there yet.

Holding her gaze, he pushes inside, slow and slick. A satisfying groan escapes him, and goosebumps rise on her heated skin as she bites her bottom lip.

Then her mouth falls open, chest expanding on a gasped moan as he sinks the full length of his dick into her on the first thrust this time.

Tipping his forehead to hers, he watches her watch him back, their breaths mingling in the small space between their mouths.

Like always, she's so warm, so tight, so goddamn perfect, everything he's always remembered and dreamed about her during the time they weren't together. He lingers there, letting his cock expand and pulse inside of her, stretching her tight, and possibly sore muscles.

"Jax," she moans, not wanting to wait any longer, she's trying to move her hips against his, rocking her pelvis up against him.

His hands grab hers, pushing them into the mattress to the left and right of her head, threading their fingers, and grinding their bodies together.

He finally joins her effort and rocks his hips, his cock punching into her, desperate and needy. She gasps, but her hips keep rolling, rising back to meet him. He pulls out slowly, deliberately, before pushing in again to the hilt.

Her eyes are on his, bright and alive, and she frees one of her hands from under his tight grip. Reaching up, she curls her hand around the back of his neck and pulls his mouth needily back to hers.

Her lips move eagerly against his. The sound she makes is so guttural, so wanting, so fucking sexy, that it's all too easy to let go. To punch his hips into hers again and again and again. To pull away from her mouth just so he can trail his lips hungrily down her neck to her chest, capturing the peak of a nipple in the way he knows will drive her insane.

He pulls back to look into her eyes, and then his lips are on hers again. He's gentle, exploring her mouth with his tongue with long, languid strokes that match the roll of his hips as he continues to fuck her… no, not fuck, something a lot more emotional, and with every thrust inside her, it's like they're slowly healing any remaining scars from their previous mistakes.

He threads his fingers into her hair and deepens the kiss, pouring every raw and vulnerable emotion into it as he rocks back and forth, their bodies sliding together, and then their hands are intertwined again as he continues to make love to her.

After a while, he breaks the kiss, pressing their foreheads together as he begins to quicken his pace.

The sheets beside her head get mangled in his fist as he clutches the fabric, slamming into her with a force that makes her cry out in unbridled pleasure.

It spurs him on to keep going, just like this, his body surging into hers. Powerfully, relentlessly, like a man on a mission to release his, but also her inner animal with nothing more than the snap of his hips.

It's wild and mindless, and shockingly raw.

But Tara's right there with him. And he loves nothing more than to see his hot-as-hell wife come out of her well-mannered, surgeon-shell right beneath him. He loves how she's wildly rocking her hips against him, matching his rhythm, nails digging divots into his nape, as her other hand claws at his bare ass to keep him as close as possible.

When she lifts her knees, spreading herself wider, giving him more room to go harder, his thrusts truly change into something filled with an animalistic need. And she moans when he gladly takes it, grinding in even deeper somehow, until there's nothing between them but the building slickness of her arousal and the sweat that has started to coat their skin.

On the bouncing jostle of his thrust, her body arches, head digging back into the pillow as she screws her eyes shut. "Jax," she groans against his mouth, body trembling beneath him, her nails digging sharply into his asscheek as she tries to forcefully pull him into her.

"Look at me," he demands, giving her what he knows she wants, fucking into her faster. Her lashes, wet and dark, flutter as her eyes open and hold his heated gaze.

The sound of the headboard lightly banging against the wall joins their panting, and he thrusts harder, more frenetic, losing himself in her body as her legs around his waist tighten and she scratches her nails across his tattooed back.

Her whole body feels like it's trembling, but she raises her knees more as she croaks, "I'm close."

"Come for me." His voice is loud and sharp and punctuated with a smash of his hips. He crushes his lips into hers and thrusts his tongue inside. If he could burrow into her, he would, but then her nails dig deeper into his back, coupled with the animalistic groan that leaves her as she's arching her back, is nearly enough to push him over too. Jesus Christ, she's fucking perfection.

He wedges his hand between them, down her stomach to the liquid heat between her legs, finds her clit, throbbing and slick, and lets his fingers fall into the rhythm he knows will get the job done.

"Come for me, Babe," he tells her again, wanting to feel more of that clench building around him. "Let me feel you." His voice is pure gravel, a mixture of need and lack of sleep, but the way he touches her with his other hand now, pushing her hair off her damp forehead, is slow and gentle and the complete opposite of how he's pounding into her.

Her orgasm climbs, building, ready to explode. His cock hardens, and the combination of his thrusts and play with her clit makes a long but shaky moan leave her parted lips.

Her back curves up again, her hard nipples rub against his bare chest, balancing on the thin line of an earth-shattering orgasm.

She wraps her arms around him tighter, pulling him closer still with her legs around his hips, her heels digging into his ass, and she moans out loud.

She finally comes, the orgasm shuddering through her long and hard. He feels her tighten around his cock, her muscles tensing and drawing him toward his own release.

He fucks her harder, his hand now fisting in her hair on top of her head to keep her from banging into the headboard, unleashing emotions he didn't even realize he still kept buried as he feels tears well up in his eyes.

An image of the nightmare he had the night before their wedding flashes through his mind, and all he can think is that he'll die if he ever loses her again.

It's on that last punch, the last thread of control, that he grabs her chin and forces her to look at him straight on. "Don't ever leave me again."

"I won't," She answers instantaneously, the words flying out of her mouth driven by pure instinct, even though she can't deny being surprised to hear him say something like that right this very moment. Still, the look in his eyes tells her he's serious, and so her fingertips ghost over the tattoo of her name on his chest, eyes sparkling up at him, needing to reassure him. "I'm yours, Jax."

On those words, he follows, stilling deep inside her for just a second, before his hips jerk a few more times, and the sound that leaves his parted lips when his cock begins filling her up with his hot cum is raw and frayed, before they slump back on the mattress together.

He buries his face into her neck, and there's no way she comes out of this without bruises, because the way he's clutching her body is like a punishment he never intended to give.

They stay like this for a long moment, the aftershocks of her orgasm still making her clench, milking his cock for every last drop.

He kisses her and rolls them to their side, without pulling out, wanting to stay inside her a few moments longer, not wanting to lose that connection just yet.

His heart is pounding, and he's still trying to catch his breath. His arm is around her neck, and she's clinging to him, their fingers linked again.

It's probably blasphemous, undoubtedly scandalous that this is what he imagines heaven to be like, or rather, that he wishes for their afterlife, their heaven, if it exists -and God, does he hope it exists- would be like.

He wants to spend all of eternity with Tara wrapped in his arms, skin against skin, their souls and bodies merging into one in lustful love, bodies and hands intertwined while falling asleep to the sound of each other's heartbeat, and waking up again to the soft kisses of her lips against his skin. That's what he wants. That's what he hopes and wishes for.

God, he hopes it could be true… his thoughts suddenly pull back to Ope, thinking that maybe that's where his best friend is right now, balls deep in Donna for all of eternity. Wouldn't that be something?

Beneath the relaxed expression on his face, a worried frown appears out of nowhere, suddenly wondering if he might've been too rough after all. He skates his fingertips over her bare chest, whispering, "You okay?"

"More than okay." She replies, nodding, then sighs against his touch, voice lax and satiated, "I feel perfect. I'm just still waiting for my soul to return to my body."

He chuckles. "You really know how to inflate a man's ego, Babe." Leaning down, he places a small kiss against her lips, lingering.

Then she nuzzles against his chest, and even though their skin is clammy with perspiration again, she blindly reaches for the sheet and blanket, and he helps her tug it at least over their still-connected lower halves before they drift off to sleep.

X

Jax can't pinpoint what exactly rouses him; all he knows is that consciousness slowly trickles in, like little droplets of sensation seeping into his mind, telling him that something is… off, something is missing.

Still feeling groggy, he tries to ignore the feeling and buries his face back into the pillow. To get comfortable, he rolls into the warm spot on the bed that still smells faintly of Tara and sex.

It's only a couple of seconds after, before he's fully regained his senses, popping one eye open, and glances around the room, expecting to find her sitting somewhere, possibly clutching a cup of coffee, because he could swear he'd smelled coffee. But she's not here, although obviously, she couldn't have gone far.

Just as that thought goes through his mind, he hears the clatter of something in the direction of the kitchen, and grins as his nose finally seems to also register the smell of breakfast in the air.

Flinging the covers back, he rubs the sleep from his eyes, then tugs on and adjusts his morning wood before he slides out of bed. After stopping in the bathroom, and throwing on a pair of sweats from his suitcase, Jax follows the unmistakable scent of bacon and steps into the kitchen. He pauses as a big smile stretches over his face when his gaze instantly roams over Tara, who's shaking her hips to whatever song is playing on the AirPods in her ears, while she's tending to the food on the stove in front of her.

She's standing there, barefoot, her long hair twisted up and secured with a big claw clamp at the back of her head, wearing her gray robe she must've brought from home, the soft fabric clinging to her every curve.

Only after peeling his eyes off her does he notice the pan full of scrambled eggs already put aside, and there's a fork in her hand with which she's lifting one piece of bacon after another out of the pan and onto a plate beside her.

He steps up behind her, his arms wrapping around her at once, and it's only then that she startles, realizing he's awake and has followed her in here.

"Morning," she mumbles, giving him a happy smile, pulling her AirPods out of her ears to put them aside, relaxing, and leaning into him a little for contact and comfort.

"Morning," he mumbles back against her skin as he nuzzles his face into the crook of her neck and places a few kisses along the side of her throat, the unmistakable scent of her body wash wafting off of her skin, unpleasantly clashing with the smell of eggs and bacon.

"You already showered?" He asks, trying to hide the disappointment from his voice at the missed opportunity of a repeat from last night's shower escapades.

"Yeah, just rinsed off real quick," she answers, "And had to throw something on to keep the splatter from burning my -"

"Tits," Jax interrupts just as he raises his hands to roughly palm both of her breasts, his thumbs instantly begin swiping back and forth over her nipples through the thin layer of fabric and they quickly harden under his touch.

Tara's eyes close, and she bites her lip for a few seconds to enjoy the feeling, before she replies, "I was gonna say skin, but… yeah." She sighs the last word, reaching behind her to cup his bearded cheek, then run her fingers through his hair as he continues to tease and kiss her neck while one of his hands continues to caress her breasts and the other slips beneath the robe to caress over bare skin, his fingertips teasing along the edge of her panties.

Drawing her closer to him, she can feel his hard length pressing against her backside, and maybe it shouldn't be such a turn-on after everything they've been doing throughout the night, but somehow it still is.

Seemingly with the same thoughts running through his mind, Jax lets go of her just long enough to turn the stove off, push the pan off of the hot burner, and quickly reaches down to undo the belt and push the robe off of Tara's shoulders and arms in one fell swoop, leaving her in nothing but her black panties.

Turning in his arms, their eyes truly meet for the first time since he stepped into the kitchen, and there's no mistaking or misreading the heated look she's giving him right now.

His large hand runs across her cheek, his thumb tracing across her lips, and his other hand presses hard into her lower back, drawing her near-naked body flush against his.

Then their mouths clash, and he kisses her like he is attempting to inhale her into him. He kisses her endlessly, aggressively, his tongue slipping into her mouth with deep, long strokes that light up her inside as his body wraps around hers.

"You looking at me like that, makes me wanna fuck your brains out right fucking now."

"Then why don't you?"

His words are crass, but it's her response coupled with that naughty smirk crossing her face that seems to flip a switch in them both. And from that moment on it's all just a blur of kisses and touches, hands sliding over heated skin, teasing, caressing, and shamelessly prodding, stumbling around in a lustful haze until she finds herself wedged between the table and his body as he plants kisses along the side of her neck before his mouth returns to her lips, and she starts to stroke him over his joggers as they continue to kiss.

Jax is savagely kissing her, her hair clip goes skittering across the table right before he pushes her panties down over her hips until they land on the floor, and Tara does the same, pushing his sweatpants down until they pool around his ankles, and he's kicking them off and away.

Suddenly, she is up in his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist to hang on as he continues to kiss her, wasting no more time, he's already grabbing her hips and positioning her on the very edge.

His hands trail up her sides to cup her breasts again, caressing them, and he rubs his thumbs over her nipples, the calloused touch sending shockwaves through her body, making her shudder. His lips leave hers, and he suddenly seems determined to kiss every inch of her as his hot breath against her skin only adds to the sensations coursing through her body. His hands pluck and pull at her nipples until her moans echo around the room. His mouth takes its time, leisurely sliding up and down and across her jaw, and then down her neck and chest before he leans in and finally licks at her taut nipple.

She moans as his teeth and tongue begin to lap and nip at the sensitive peaks. He's not even inside of her yet, but the orgasm building already feels life-changing, like everything about these last twenty-four hours has been.

He continues to pull at her nipple before moving to the other one, suckling like he is trying to draw her lust out through the tip.

It feels amazing, but Tara can't resist the urge, wanting his lips on hers, she frames his face with her hands and pulls him back to her mouth. And from there he takes the lead, kissing her long and deep and thoroughly that it makes her skin tingle and more heat rush south again.

Without breaking the kiss, he now reaches between them, takes himself in his hand, drawing his hips back enough to align his cock with her pussy. He slowly slips the thick head through her soaked lips, coating it with her wetness, before he gently nudges it inside of her.

Tara can feel nothing else other than what is going on between her legs.

Pulling back from the kiss, Jax looks down to where they're barely joined, and she follows his gaze, watching with him as her flesh parts and stretches to accept him until he is halfway deep.

Tara swallows as her heart begins to race; there's almost always a bit of sting, but right now it feels perfect to see him stretch her like that.

He pulls back out a bit, his cock coated with her wetness before he goes back in, aggravatingly slow so they can both not just feel it but watch it too.

It feels so good, and Tara bites her lip, watching in awe as his cock pushes in inch by inch deeper with each thrust.

Pleasure soars through her veins like liquid fire, but as good as it feels, she arches against him, needing him deeper now.

Granting Tara her wish, he finally pushes deep until he's finally seated to the hilt.

"Fuck," he groans, because her pussy takes him so well, just as Tara's pulling his face back to hers for a kiss, and he grips her hip and fuck her a little bit faster now.

She groans, the sensation of him pushing into her more quickly now is intense as she's still adjusting to his size and girth, but he barely gives her a second to catch her breath, before he really begins to pound into her with enough force to make the large table rattle.

Deeper and deeper, the slippery friction sends pleasure and even the smallest sliver of pain through her body. But it feels like she is finally whole when he sinks to the hilt again and again with each thrust.

Her head falls to the side, and he sees it as an invitation to suck her neck. The sounds she makes as he thrusts in and out of her are ecstasy on the ears, and he loses himself in this beautiful woman who makes him forget who he once was and the residual guilt of his past life.

She holds onto his shoulders, the heels of her feet digging into his lower back as she rocks her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust.

Tara's sweet moans give him a high he's only ever felt with her. She makes the most incredible noises. Sounds that heightened the frenzy inside him. Sounds that bring out the inner caveman in him, and he finds himself craving it more and more.

Jax reaches between them, and begins to forcefully rub her clit in a tight circle, and just like that her orgasm racks her body.

Moaning, she shudders from an unexpected and too-fast orgasm that ravages her to the core. Damn, that one came out of nowhere. She groans and grunts very unladylike as she comes hard, shaking as Jax fucks her into senseless oblivion, his fingers still pressing against her clit as she's riding this wave into nothingness while she listens to the wet sound of their bodies connecting as his hard cock keeps on pounding in and out of her harder and faster.

She's panting as he keeps on fucking her, clinging to him as he's now teasing, then pinching her nipples.

She's still moaning out loud when she buries her face in his neck, and he groans at the feeling of her clenching so tightly around him. "Christ, Tara," he groans as she squeezes his dick so hard, he's ready to spill inside her.

But he wants more. He's not done with his beautiful wife, and gently pushes her down onto the table until her back hits the cool surface, before he unhooks her legs that are wrapped around his waist and lifts them to his front, so that her ankles rest over his shoulders.

They both groan at the sensation of this new position.

He grabs a handful of her ass, pulling her harder against him, and impales her deeper with his cock. His balls tighten in warning, but he's still not finished with her yet.

"Give me another one, Babe. Come on this dick again," he demands, his words almost as dirty as the obscene sounds of their sweaty bodies unrelentingly smacking together that echo through the place.

He worships her body, chasing the mounting need between them, he reaches between her legs, thumbing her clit again, and coaxes her there with every thrust and flick.

She already feels it building again, a tug deep in her core, and a few moments later, there are shockwaves of pleasure she easily lets herself sink into, enjoying the ride.

Her muscles, her pussy, seem a little sore from coming so many times within less than twenty-four hours, but it takes merely a second that the soreness vanishes from her mind and the slide of his cock inside of her feels like heaven. She feels high, endorphins pumping through her. She never wants the moment to end. She wants to stay like that with him forever.

He adjusts his angle, whispering a mixture of dirty expletives and promises of loving her forever, and stars spark across her vision.

"Jackson!" She groans his name as she comes again on his dick, somehow harder. "Oh God, Jax."

Her breath hitches as she rides it out, her pussy contracting over and over again around his hard shaft that's still mercilessly pounding into her, stealing every last breath from her.

He follows her over the edge, and he groans, and grunts, he bucks and his ass clenches tight as he shudders through his climax.

He stops his plunging and steadies himself as his body contracts and twitches, pumping hot ropes of cum inside her eager pussy. As he empties himself, he doesn't let up, remaining inside of her.

By now, her legs are wrapped around him, and so he pulls her upper body back against him. He slams his mouth to hers, twisting his tongue in deep.

Breaking the kiss, he caresses her bare shoulder and neck with his lips as they catch their breaths.

"That was…" she breathes.

"Amazing," he murmurs against her skin.

But when he tries to pull further away, a moan slips out of her, and her body presses in closer to him, her hands wrapping around his neck to not lose the warmth of his embrace. She's so desperate for him, that she wonders if it borders on obsession.

But he doesn't seem to mind, closing his arms tightly around her back to hold her close, and clearly enjoying that she seems equally crazy about him as he's been for her.

Then that smug, satisfied grin of his lights up his face again. "Let's rinse off, eat, and then there will be plenty more of this, Babe," he says, his words a dirty promise she'll surely hold him to.

His hand slips around her jaw to tilt her chin his way as he leans in, but this time he doesn't ravish her mouth, and instead gives her the sweetest kiss, pulling back to rest his forehead against hers for another few seconds.

And then Jax steps back, pulling her with him until her feet touch the ground, and they're just about to head into the bathroom, when they are pulled out of the moment by the distinct sound of one of their phones going off in the distance.

Pulling apart, they glance at each other, then look around the room, trying to find the direction from which the sound is coming. And just as Tara spots her phone still quietly sitting on the kitchen counter, it seemingly dawns on Jax that it's coming from the bedroom, where he'd dropped his jacket sometime last night after he'd gone out for a smoke.

"It could be the kids," Tara points out, just as they both hurry toward the persistent ringing.

Tara watches on as Jax rifles through the inside pockets of his suit jacket to retrieve his phone, and just as she predicted, it's a FaceTime call from Mrs. Ellie's number.

"Wait, no -" Tara says, trying to grab the phone from him, but before she can stop him, Jax has already answered the call, and she gives him a horrified look, because, after all, they're both naked as the day they were born, before she hurriedly heads back to the kitchen.

"Hi Daddy," Abel's face appears, taking up the entire screen, before Thomas quite literally pokes his head in to be able to see, joining in with a "Hi Daddy" himself.

"Hey boys," Jax says as he follows after their mother, and watches as Tara's now dressed again in her robe, and is just now stepping into her panties.

"Where's Mommy?" Abel asks the obvious.

Tara meets his eyes, vehemently shaking her head no, and instead of joining him on the call, she hurries into the bathroom next.

"She's in the bathroom, she'll be right out," he explains to their excited boys, and now that they're not completely covering the screen with their faces, he realizes they've already made it back home, or rather, Mrs. Ellie's place. And he rattles off a bunch of questions, asking about the ride home and what they've done since they got there, trying to entertain the boys as best as he can until Tara's hopefully ready to join the conversation.

As the boys answer him, talking repeatedly over each other, clearly excited for the days ahead, Jax steps into the open doorway of the bathroom to watch as Tara's trying to tame her hair back to secure it with that same hairclip again, to make it look less like that of a woman who's had wild sex for the majority of the night… and just now.

With one last glance over herself in the mirror, she seems satisfied enough before she steps up next to Jax, and he adjusts the phone enough that the boys can see her now, too. "Hi, babies."

"Mommy," both the boys screech in unison when they see her and stop the rambling they were going on and on about, which was all the fun things Mrs. Ellie promised them they'd do in their parents' absence.

"What are you guys doing?" Abel asks the seemingly innocent question, which causes both Jax and her to look at each other for a few too-long seconds, hoping they can come up with a mutual lie that'll placate the curious minds of their two boys.

"Nothing, really," Jax speaks up first, curling his arm around Tara's shoulder as he gives her another look to see if she'd like to chime in, which she does.

She nods, trying her best to retain a neutral expression that doesn't give anything away when she says, "Yeah, we were just… being lazy, and… reading a little. And then we took a little nap."

Jax has to suppress the smirk that's threatening to take over his face, because she's laying it on thick and she's terribly unconvincing at it, but thankfully neither Abel nor Thomas seem to catch on that their mother is flat-out lying to their faces, both too distracted with each other, fighting over who gets to hold the phone.

"Mrs. Ellie got us a new book for bedtime tonight," Abel says, seemingly excited about it.

"That's pretty cool," Tara replies, appearing genuinely interested.

"You gotta tell us all about what happens in the story when we get back," Jax adds.

Just then, Mrs. Ellie herself appears behind the boys, raising a hand in a little wave in greeting, before she interrupts, "Well, it's time to say bye to Mommy and Daddy now, because lunch is ready. You boys said you were so hungry, remember?"

"I'm starving. Bye Mom, bye Dad," Abel instantly says.

"Bye-bye Mommy," Thomas kisses the palm of his little hand to blow a kiss, before he adds, "Bye-bye Daddy," and blows his dad a kiss too.

Tara mimics the action, blowing a kiss into the camera, "Bye-bye, babies. Love you."

"I love you, sons," Jax adds too.

"Love you." The boys chime back, waving excitedly before they finally relinquish the phone to Mrs. Ellie, who looks somewhat apologetic, clearly realizing what they might've interrupted with the call. But to Tara's relief, she doesn't acknowledge it, and simply says, "We're gonna have lunch now, I'll send a text now and then about how they're doing."

"Sounds good," Jax replies.

"Thank you again for doing this," Tara chimes in.

And Jax nods in agreement, "Appreciate it, thank you."

"Alright, I won't hold you up any longer. You kids enjoy your honeymoon," she adds with a wink, but before either Tara or Jax can say anything in return, she's already disconnected the call.

"I'm glad the boys seem okay, happy actually," Tara points out just as Jax puts the phone down on the bathroom counter, and nods in agreement, "Yeah, me too."

He turns his attention back to Tara, already stepping closer to frame her face with his warm hands, "Well, you heard the lady, let's enjoy our honeymoon."

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Author's Note: I'm sorry it has taken me this long to post this update. I really hope I still have people following my story who care to see how it ends, and hope it wasn't too cheesy on top of being too smutty. If you're still here and are still reading, please leave me a few words with your thoughts. I appreciate it so much. Xoxo, Skater