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To Keep Me Safe From You: Part Two

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[description]: jax teller x fem!reader

[wordcount]: 1.8k+

[summary]: the tension between you and Jax is so surreal, now the kitchen counter will have to do.

[cw]: this chapter is basically pure smut, 18+ ONLY, minors do not interact!, p in v sex, unprotected sex, masturbation (f), praise, overstimulation, kitchen sex, some pet names, creampie, mentions of killing

[authors note]: so after the cliff hanger from the first chapter i felt like i had to add something truly spicy here. this is the filthiest thing i've ever wrote so i hope you enjoy. i'm going to be adding a part 3 so if you like this please let me know if you want to be tagged!

His mouth was relentless, crushing into yours. His hands moved from your neck slowly down your chest, pulling at the buttons that held your shirt. You had forgotten you were still in your diner uniform until now, as Jax grasped at your blouse. His mouth continued to crash against yours, melting any resistance you might have felt away. He pulled away for a moment, a devilish grin forming as he looked down at you, barely sitting on the kitchen counter.

“Take it off.”

You tried to form enough space to pry your clothes from your body, but Jax refused to let you move. He watched as you fought with each button, desperate to remove your dirty clothes and be seen by the man who wanted to kill you only a short while ago. Your mind was twisted by the shift of events. Your head told you to run, but the heat between your legs screamed otherwise.

As you fumbled with the last button of the shirt, Jax had already pulled your arms from the sleeves, exposing your frill lace bra and stomach. He grasped at your shoulders, his fingers underneath the straps, separating them from your skin. His fingers felt like velvet, moving from the straps to the cups of your breasts. He reached around your back to release you, letting the bra fall to the ground. He watched as you leant back further into the countertop, groaning at the feel of his hands kneading into your breasts. Your face felt warm, like Jax’s eyes were burning into you as he watched. He lifted you onto the countertop, pulling your face into his once more.

His hand wrapped around the back of your head, gripping at your hair in the messy bun it had sat in since your shift ended. He moved down between your legs where he forced them apart, his fingers tracing your warmth as you gasped in response. “I think you’re already wet under there for me.” His hand pressed firmly into you, causing friction between your underwear and your jeans, relieving the pressure building into your mound. He leant into you and his breath was pouring into your ear, “you want me to touch you?”, he whispered.

Your breath grew faster, “please” you begged.

His grip on your sex grew, pressing into you while you pushed yourself further into him, searching for further relief as you rubbed against his hand.

His tone demanded, “say it again.”

You whimpered, head tilting further from the hands twisted into your hair as his other claimed you. He began to release at your hesitation.

“Please please please”, you were begging.

Jax chuckled into your ear, “that’s it darlin’. Tell me.”

He lifted his hand from your mound, finding the buttons of your jeans. He pulled them just far enough that his fingers trailed the top of your fold, gnawing at the entrance of your clit.

“Jax, please. Please-“

He moaned in response to hearing you plead with him, pulling your face into his using his grip on your hair. His lips were almost on yours, but he held you so firm that you couldn’t move any closer.

"You look so pretty when you beg. What if I just keep going?"

You unraveled at the words, the thought of this never ending, the threat of him killing you almost pained you less. Your body was screaming for him, begging for release. The frustration filled you as soft moans uncontrollably escaped your throat.

Jax smiled playfully as he let go of your hair, pulling both hands to your hips before removing your jeans. They fell to the floor along with the rest of your clothes, as you sat there, half naked on your kitchen island. He stood before you, fully clothed in his jeans and kutte, watching you fall apart in anticipation. He leant back, drinking you in as you stared back at him with your messy bun and desperate eyes.

“Touch yourself.”

He was strict in tone but not how it had sounded earlier that night. It was different, not harsh, but authoritative. The direction sent tingles down your spine into your hips. You did as he asked, lifting your feet onto the counter, bent at the knees and spread wide. You kept your eyes on his as he watched you place a hand down your underwear, engulfing yourself with your fingers.

He was right.. you were soaked.

Your head fell back as you whimpered at the relief, yet you yearned for more, still desperate for the man in front of you, eyes blazing. You pulled your panties to the side, exposing yourself to him. Before he could demand you to himself, you inserted a finger into your dripping entrance, moans exploding between your breaths in response to the sensation. You lifted your head to see him looking straight down at your fingers sliding in and out of your cunt.

“Is that what you wanted, sweetheart?”

Your eyes closed as you whimpered, “mhmm.. I want- you.”

“Tell me more.” He grasped at your thighs, pulling the skin apart further from your mound. It was all too much.

“I want you to take me, Jax.”

“Again.”

“Please.”

“You want me to fuck you after I almost killed you?”

You couldn’t respond, whimpers escaping as you attempted to speak. His voice melted any remaining pieces of you into nothing, withering at the desperation. He wanted you to beg for him.

“After I taped you up and left you helpless?”

“Fuck, Jax.”

“That’s what you want darlin’?”

“Yes, Jax. Please- please fuck me.”

His lips found you, his teeth gleaming against yours as you continued to thrust your fingers into your sex.

You heard the buckle of his belt clasp, and shortly after his leather kutte hit the floor. He grasped your knees as he spread your legs further apart. One of his hands was on top of yours, as it repeatedly thrusted into your slick. He moved it to your clit, holding it firmly in place. “Don’t move your hand from here. You understand?”

You nodded in response. You felt like nearing climax at the sensation of his words and the feeling of your fingers being directed by him. Suddenly you felt him hard in you, his length taking all of you with one movement. The fullness was overwhelming, leaving you gasping with relief. Your mound tightened around his cock as he repeatedly pounded into you, still securing your hand to yourself as he guided it, circling around your clit. He grasped at your hip with his other, pushing you further into his cock. Jax groaned, “You feel like you were made for me.”

You can’t help but whine at his praise, now moving your own hand with ferocity on your mound. The pressure began to build again, and your other hand clutched at his hair.

“You’re going to come for me, babe. All around me.”

Your eyes widened as you lost all senses. He continued to fill you over and over and over again, the warmth of his length pulsating inside you. His hand grasped your neck, placing his thumb in your mouth. You bit on it to suppress your screams, moaning into him.

“Let me watch you.”

His thumb left your mouth and held your eyes into place with his. That did it. You came all over him, squeezing his cock with your orgasm, groaning louder than you thought possible as tears began to stream down your face. His eyes glued to yours as they rolled into the back of your head. Your slick began to pool beneath you, filling the counter top. You want to move away from your now oversensitive spot, but Jax still secured your hand with his, rubbing your slick with your own fingers into your clit. “Not yet, darlin’.”

Jax pounded harder into you, filling you further with every stroke. You cried out from the fullness, wiggling your ass on the countertop to find relief from the wetness that now surrounded you. With every movement Jax pulled you closer, bringing his cock even deeper into you. The contrast between his thrusts and your hand was too much, your mind became clouded again as his heat filled you. You screamed out, building pressure releasing onto him again as your mound tightened on his cock. You feel him twitch inside your swollen, climaxing cunt, grinding into you more urgently than before. He releases the grip from your hand and uses both to pull your hips into him, pushing deeper as he reaches his finish inside of you. You both collapsed breathlessly into each other, your head laid against his chest.

For a moment you both stayed that way in silence, until Jax leaned down to kiss your forehead. “Hope you’re on the pill.” You looked at him warily, pretending to be shocked. “The pill?” Jax narrowed his eyes at you, feigning from looking terrified.

You giggled into his chest, “I wouldn’t let some murdeous outlaw fuck me without it.”

Jax smiled back at you before lifting you from the counter into his arms, heading towards the bedroom.

“Let’s get cleaned up. I’ve got some murderous outlaws to handle.”

He placed you on the bed, and walked into the bathroom. You heard the shower turn on. “You seem familiar with your surroundings”, you called out to him. Jax peered out from behind the bathroom door, grinning at you. “I had some time to look around.”

You laid there, listening to the water running, sticky and exhausted. You wondered what time it was, glancing at the alarm clock on your bedside table that showed it was 8am. “Fuck”, you muttered to yourself. You had to be back at work by midday. As you stood up to follow him into the shower, a phone began ringing from the kitchen. Jax walked out, your towel on his hips, and kissed you on the forehead. “I’ll join you in a moment darlin’, I gotta answer that.”

You stood in the doorway as Jax disappeared into the kitchen. Maybe you shouldn’t have been eavesdropping, but you figured you’d skipped the niceties by this point.

He picked up the phone from his kutte that hadn’t left the floor, and lifted the flip top, placing it to his ear. “What do you want, Tig.” He lit a half smoked cigarette that laid in the ashtray on the counter.

“No. I resolved the issue, nothin’ more to discuss.”

He was silent for a moment, before sighing, running his hand through his hair. You hadn’t known him for long, but he had the same demeanor as earlier that night, he looked stressed.

“I said it’s done.” His voice suddenly became sharp. He crushed the cigarette into the tray. He began pacing the kitchen, listening intently to whoever was on the other line, as he walked into the hallway between the kitchen and your room. He stopped when he saw you standing in the doorway, staring at you as he spoke, his eyes turning soft.

“Save it for Chapel. Tomorrow at noon.”

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part three

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The Prince of Charming himself , Jax Teller. What’s he like, according to the letter “J”.

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Jealousy 

Contains: Fluff, possessive Jax.

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How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?

"Are you gonna do something about that pres?" Jax shook his head at his VPs suggestion, "nah Ope, she's good." Jax watched you speak to the man, your face wearing a friendly but absent of any affection, "see Ope, she not even laughing like she thinks he's funny, she's laughing so he doesn't feel bad about himself."

Ope shook his head, "I don't get you, there's a line of men halfway down the block ready to take your place and even though she doesn't like parties, she still talks to people and everyone loves her, how are you not jealous?" Ope was bullshitting a bit, he knew you'd never hurt Jax, "because she's only doing all of this for me, if I went over there right now and asked her if she wanted to go home she'd jump at the chance." Jax smirked, "she's mine and she knows it."

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Jax didn't like what he was looking at, your smile was a little too bright and your dress a little too short. He walked over to you and looked at the man you were talking to up and down, "hello my love, are you enjoying your night?" Jax smirked down at you, sitting on the bar stool while he stood made you seem even smaller compared to him than normal, "I don't know darlin, you're not with me." The smile you gave him made his heart swell, "you flatter me."

Jax didn't respond, instead, he leaned down and kissed you. It was full of passion, like no one else around, certainly not a visiting Son sitting within touching distance of you. When he pulled away, your lips followed his desperately, Jax smiling at your reaction before turning to the man, "you want a beer bro?"

Fin

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Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Sons of Anarchy Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Juice Ortiz/Original Female Character(s), Donna Winston/Opie Winston, Tara Knowles/Jax Teller Characters: Juice Ortiz, Original Female Character(s), Original Characters, Jax Teller, Tig Trager, Opie Winston, Chibs Telford, Half-Sack Epps, Tara Knowles, Donna Winston, Happy Lowman, Juice Ortiz's Mother, Gemma Teller Morrow, Piney Winston, Bobby Munson, SAMCRO (Sons of Anarchy), Crow Eater(s) Additional Tags: Secret Relationship, Relationship Reveal, Long-Distance Relationship, Love, Not Tara Knowles Friendly, Motorcycles, Bikers, Happy, Childhood Sweethearts, Alternate Timelines, Childhood Friends, Canon-typical language, Tattoos, Donna Winston doesn't hate the club, Gemma Teller Morrow loves her family, Tara Knowles hates the club, Sons of Anarchy is Its Own Warning, Teller Morrow Automotive, not canon backstory, Texting, Swearing, Canon-Typical Behavior, Family, Banter, Dirty Jokes, Canada, Able Teller (Mentioned), Pre-Canon, Pre-Season/Series 01, Humor, Everybody Lives, except Clay, Explicit Language, Tara Knowles Bashing, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Everybody Lives/Nobody Dies, Juice Ortiz deserved better, Alternate Universe - Tattoo Parlor, tattoo parlor, tattoo artist - Freeform, Tattoo Artist Happy Lowman, Work In Progress, Nicknames, Renovations, Good Gemma Teller-Morrow, Badass, Badass Women, Wedding Planning, Taste of Charming, Child Free Couple Series: Part 1 of Juice Has a Girlfriend Universe Summary:

As much as Juice understands why Madison can't move to Charming for another year, he misses her desperately and is no small amount jealous of his brothers and their old ladies. Shaking his head the young biker walks over to the picnic bench outside where a group of his brothers are chilling.

"Juice, you ever gonna get with a croweater? Brother at this point I'm worried Little Juice doesn't work!" Jax exclaims laughing.

"Fuck off man!"

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Let Me Spell It Out For You

Jax Teller x Rockstar!Reader "Firefly" Ex Bf!Rockstar!Steve Rogers x Reader

Wordcount: 2599

Summary:

It’s Battle of the Bands Night at your local hole in the wall bar run by SAMCROW. You're currently dating their prez Jax Teller. Your lifelong best friend and first real love. Somehow your ex, Steve Rogers and his band The Howlies have shown up, vying for top spot and the cash prize. Such a shame they’ll have to go against you and your all girl group Serenity. It’s going to be a verbal bloodbath and you can’t wait to humiliate his arrogant ass.

Warnings:

Smut, Shameless Smut, Gratuitous Smut, Exes, Jax Teller Being an Asshole, Semi-Public Sex, Voyeurism, Accidental Voyeurism, Fuckboy Steve Rogers, rubbing it in your exes face, Teaching A Lesson

Notes:

Hello Heathens, I was feeling some type of way and well this is what came of it. Enjoy the fuck you Steve vibes. Songs lyrics used are in bold. All songs will be credited in the end notes :) HAPPY READING!

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The energy in the bar was none short of chaotic. Between the loud music, the alcohol flowing and the rowdy mix of bikers and patrons it was looking to be a night to remember.

“I can not wait to get up on that stage and destroy some wannabes!” Zoey practically shouts while strapping on her electric guitar.

“Nothing beats that high,” I smile devilishly. “Well except for sex of course.”

We all laugh as we hear our band being called to the stage. “Next up, Serenity!”

It’s the first round of Battle of The Bands Night. I’m not worried about making it to the final round and grabbing the cash prize. Most bands here are so fresh they haven’t performed as a group much yet. So that leaves us at an advantage. We’ve been thick as thieves since high school when we used to skip class and jam out in my garage.

Not wanting to blow our load on the first round we chose to start with “Becky’s So Hot” to show off our sex appeal and my vocal talents. I may be singing about Becky, but in actuality it’s about the time in my life when Jax was dating Tara when he and I were broken up. 

I wanted to destroy her for having the audacity to be with him. While at the same time I wanted to know first hand what made her so special that he kept her around as more than just a lay. The feelings were so conflicting, the only way I could work through it was to put it into a song.

Fine, okay, I'll say, I went and stalked her And I don't really blame you 'cause Damn, the waist, the hips, the face, this is awkward Are you in love like we were? If I were you, I'd probably keep her Makes me wanna hit her when I see her 'Cause Becky's so hot in your vintage t-shirt Ooh, she the one I should hate But I wanna know how she taste I kinda wanna hit her when I see her Becky's so hot in your vintage t-shirt

As we reach the interlude, my eyes catch the familiar frame of one Steven Grant Rogers. My ex and lead singer of The Howlies. Standing to his left, bass strapped to his chest, is of course Bucky Barnes. Steve’s best friend and cliché fuckboy musician. 

He happens to also be Zoey’s ex. This is going to be interesting to say the least. It’s been months since we’ve seen each other. Much less been in the same room competing to see who the better band is. 

It’s us of course. The Howlies are good. But they rely heavily on their good looks to fill seats. About 80% of their fans are of the female variety. Where ours is ratioed at about 60/40.

I turn to Zoey. She gives me a subtle nod. Acknowledging she’s aware of their presence and that it’s playtime.

I scan the crowd for my favorite blonde haired biker until I lock eyes with Jax just as the final chorus begins. I sing to him for a moment before turning my attention back to enticing the crowd into wanting to see more of us.

I sing the last line and drop a kiss to Zoey’s neck, as I stare down our exes. A challenge in my eyes. Tonight just got so much more entertaining.

As predicted, The Howlies make it to the next round. This time we were afforded the chance to watch them go before us.

They leaned full on into the whole sexy bad boy thing, playing “I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE”. A song I helped Steve write. It’s a great song. Really gets the ladies hot and bothered. Never ceases to get them laid. Regardless of if they’re attached.

It’s cute that they think they somehow have the upper hand. I have more talent in my pinky finger than the lot of them combined. Plus all that feminine rage to go with it. 

With a whispered last line, the song is over. We wait for the next band to finish before we take the stage.

Where The Howlies went for a sexy hair band vibe for this round. We’ve taken the gritty and dirty approach by performing “Drain The Blood”. 

See we’re no one trick pony. We can growl and scream with the best of them. While still remaining soft and feminine at the same time.

This song always gets the crowd going. I can see elbows benign thrown and shoulders getting checked from my vantage point on stage. I just feed into the frenzy, hypnotizing the bar with our haunting harmonies over rough chords.

Another round in the bag.

As the night carries on, both of our bands make it to the final round. This is where we pull out all the stops and show them who the better band truly is.

Man is this going to feel great.

The time has come to begin the final round.

It’s just us and The Howlies up on stage ready to give one final performance each. Facing off against each other as we share a stage.

We flipped a coin and the boys won, choosing to go first. Steve saunters up to the mic as the familiar beat of “Tear You Apart” begins behind him. 

I’m not surprised they chose to perform this song. It really is their best. Get’s the girls going crazy. They may think they have it in the bag with his haunting tune. 

But they couldn't be more wrong. 

I watch from our spot at the back of the stage, as Steve swivels and sways his large body to the beat. Singing about crossing the line from friends to lovers. The obsessive need to devour and take control. 

He once told me that I was the inspiration behind the music. That he had hungered for me from the moment he met me. That he spent days just biding his time, his mind obsessing. Playing an endless loop of me smiling sweetly. My touches, innocent in nature, felt anything but to him.

I was fuel to his creative mind. The ache he could not soothe until I was unattached.

When I was free from that biker shaped attachment he made his move.

It was intense and volatile. Burning out as quickly as it was set ablaze. For Steven wanted my heart when it has always belonged to another.

He makes a point to turn his back to the audience and move his hips like a hedonistic Elvis. We lock eyes as he sings the last line.

Give me those Ocean eyes all you want, pretty boy. I will never be yours for more than the memories I left your damaged soul with.

If he thought singing that song was going to throw me off somehow because of my affiliation to it, he was more delusional than I thought.

Two can play that game. And I am far better at it.

We wait for the swooning women to settle down as The Howlies step to the side of the stage and take our places. I make a show out of lowering the mic stand while Zoey begins strumming the opening chords to “abcdefu”.  

I kept it calm and cute as I sang my own song inspired by Steven.

I swear I meant to mean the best when it ended Even tried to bite my tongue when you start shit Now you're textin' all my friends asking questions They never even liked you in the first place Dated a girl that I hate for the attention She only made it two days, what a connection It's like you'd do anything for my affection You're goin' all about it in the worst ways I was into you, but I'm over it now And I was tryin' to be nice But nothing's getting through, so let me spell it out

I rip the mic off the stand, turn towards The Howlies and flip them the bird as Zoey joins me in singing the chorus.

A-B-C-D-E,  FUCK-U And your mom and your sister and your job And your broke-ass car and that shit you call art Fuck you and your friends that I'll never see again Everybody but your dog, you can all fuck off Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

The look on their faces is priceless. Our song is catchy as fuck and by the time we make it back to the chorus the crowd is already sing along with us. All the women who were drooling over them minutes ago, have now all tapped into their feminine rage.

It’s glorious.

We brought it down to just me and Zoey's guitar as I lightheartedly told them they could all fuck off for the last time.

There was a beat of silence before the crowd erupted and ‘Serenity’ chants began. It was safe to say we won the battle. This particular victory never tasted sweeter. 

After accepting our prize and bragging rights, we made our way over to the MC is holding court in their favorite booth.

As we reach the table, Jax stands up and grabs my hand. Pulling me along behind him towards the closed off hall that leads to the extra rooms. 

As soon as we clear the doorway, he has me pinned against the wall with his lips locked with mine in a fevered dance. 

He pulls away when we are both in need of air. “You are so fucking hot when your up on stage. Even more so when you're being bad. Tell me, darlin’. You wearing anything under these leather shorts?”

“Do you see any panty lines?” I quirk a brow at him.

He literally growls at me before dropping to his knees and untying my shorts. He pulls them down, over my ass and thighs until he reaches my knees. “I only need you to pull one leg out for this.”

“And what pray tell do you have in mind?” I ask as I remove my right leg from the skin tight fabric. Leaving my shorts to gather on my left ankle.

He rises to his feet, unzips his jeans and pulls his cock out. It’s rock hard and angry. A bead of precum perched at the tip ready to drop at any moment.

“Jump.” He demands and I oblige. He grips onto my thighs. Wrapping them around his waist as he slides himself inside me. Pausing when our pelvis’s touch.  

The stretch of my walls accommodating his thickness steals my breath away. 

We make eye contact as he pulls back and slams forward. I have to bite my lip from moaning out and alerting the bar to what is going on.

Jax ruts into me with the skill and precision of a man who knows all too well what my body craves. But all I can focus on is how amazing his dick feels inside me.

Without a care in the world, he continues to fuck me. He’s so engrossed in trying to take me apart that he doesn't hear the door creak open.

But I do.

I watch over Jax’s leather clad shoulder as Steve walks in. I gasp at being caught by my former lover. 

Jax turns his head to the side to see what’s going on. He quirks a brow and then turns back to me, pressing his forehead to mine as he fucks me even harder. Almost as if he’s taunting him. 

"Go ahead and keep your eyes on him, darlin’. Watch as he remembers what you look and sound like lost in pleasure. Watch what it does to him.” He states aloud.

I lock eyes with the heavily tattooed blonde Adonis spectating our coupling. Noting the heat and hurt in his eyes. He refuses to move along though. Almost challenging me to follow through and enjoy what is happening. 

Alright then, Stevie. Challenge accepted.

I turn my gaze back to the man who owns my heart. Whispering for only us to hear, “Do your worst Jackson. I’m so close, baby. Go ahead and destroy me. Remind the whole bar who I belong to. Then we can get some good food on the way home and then get lost in each other all over again.”

I feel his chest vibrate against mine as he hums his satisfaction with my suggestion.

He pulls his hips back until just his tip remains cushioned by my slightly swollen lips. He takes a moment to turn my head toward a stoic Steve, still taking up space in the small hallway.

“Don’t you dare hold a single moan in. Let them all know. Especially him, why we’re so good together. Understand.” Jax commands.

I barely have a moment to nod my head in agreement before he snaps his hips forward and sinks back deep inside me. A moan escaping my throat at the feeling of being so full once again, so intensely.

Mind set on staking his claim for the whole bar to hear, Jax sets a ruthless pace. My eyes catch the ocean blues of Steve’s once more. 

The lust is clear, seemingly overshadowing the hurt for the time being. I don’t shy away from their harshness. I lean into it. Allowing it to fuel the flames of my impending orgasm.

He can be jealous and angry about the current situation all he wants. It won’t change a thing. Hopefully this little display will finally kill whatever thread of us being together he’s holding on to.

I put the thoughts of Steve aside. Focusing on the man between my thighs, thoroughly taking me apart. Placing every bit of love into each wicked thrust. He does that thing I love with his hips. Pivoting them a certain way that allows his tip to graze against my sweet spongy spot. 

It’s like a direct line to my climax. With each pass I can feel the coil tighten and a tingle begin at the base of my spine down to my toes. 

I’m panting and whimpering, uncaring of my surroundings. I can barely make out Jax’s encouraging words in my ear of how I'm a good girl. That I’m taking him so well.

With a well placed thrust, followed by a grind that has his belt buckle teasing my clit. I give in and succumb to the pleasure of my orgasm taking over me. I sound loud even to myself, as a guttural moan fills the air. I’m barely aware of Jax’s name being screamed out, along with the words yes and oh fuck on repeat.

I can just make out his own roar as he loses himself inside me. Filling me to the brim while he growls sweet praises in my ear as the world seems to fade away. 

I have no idea when I closed my eyes, but upon opening them, I see that we are alone again.

Jax takes that moment to grab my chin and lay the softest kiss to my lips. I can’t help but lean into the sweet gesture.

“Come on, darlin’. I’ve been told I need to feed my girl some greasy food before we settle in for the night.”

He helps me back into my shorts before pulling open the door that heads back into the bar. A ruckus of applause meets us as we navigate around the drunken bikers to the exit. Hoots, hollers and whistles follow us out into the night as we climb onto his bike and make our way home.

Notes:

Songs used in this story. I do not own any of the rights these tracks. Please go give each artist a listen. Becky's So Hot - Fletcher I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE - Maneskin Drain The Blood - The Distillers Tear You Apart - She Wants Revenge abcdefu (angrier) - GAYLE If you made it to the end, THANK YOU! If you liked it please feel free to let me know (but it's not required); and if you didn't, that's okay too, I still thank you for even giving it a chance.

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Let Me Spell It Out For You

Jax Teller x Rockstar!Reader "Firefly"

ExBf!Rockstar!Steve Rogers x Reader

It’s Battle of the Bands Night at your local hole in the wall bar run by SAMCROW. You're currently dating their prez Jax Teller. Your lifelong best friend and first real love. Somehow your ex, Steve Rogers and his band The Howlies have shown up, vying for top spot and the cash prize. Such a shame they’ll have to go against you and your all girl group Serenity. It’s going to be a verbal bloodbath and you can’t wait to humiliate his arrogant ass.

The energy in the bar was none short of chaotic. Between the loud music, the alcohol flowing and the rowdy mix of bikers and patrons it was looking to be a night to remember.

“I can not wait to get up on that stage and destroy some wannabes!” Zoey practically shouts while strapping on her electric guitar.

“Nothing beats that high,” I smile devilishly. “Well except for sex of course.”

We all laugh as we hear our band being called to the stage. “Next up, Serenity!”

It’s the first round of Battle of The Bands Night. I’m not worried about making it to the final round and grabbing the cash prize. Most bands here are so fresh they haven’t performed as a group much yet. So that leaves us at an advantage. We’ve been thick as thieves since high school when we used to skip class and jam out in my garage.

Not wanting to blow our load on the first round we chose to start with “Becky’s So Hot” to show off our sex appeal and my vocal talents. I may be singing about Becky, but in actuality it’s about the time in my life when Jax was dating Tara when he and I were broken up. 

I wanted to destroy her for having the audacity to be with him. While at the same time I wanted to know first hand what made her so special that he kept her around as more than just a lay. The feelings were so conflicting, the only way I could work through it was to put it into a song.

Fine, okay, I'll say, I went and stalked her

And I don't really blame you 'cause

Damn, the waist, the hips, the face, this is awkward

Are you in love like we were?

If I were you, I'd probably keep her

Makes me wanna hit her when I see her

'Cause Becky's so hot in your vintage t-shirt

Ooh, she the one I should hate

But I wanna know how she taste

I kinda wanna hit her when I see her

Becky's so hot in your vintage t-shirt

As we reach the interlude, my eyes catch the familiar frame of one Steven Grant Rogers. My ex and lead singer of The Howlies. Standing to his left, bass strapped to his chest, is of course Bucky Barnes. Steve’s best friend and cliché fuckboy musician. 

He happens to also be Zoey’s ex. This is going to be interesting to say the least. It’s been months since we’ve seen each other. Much less been in the same room competing to see who the better band is. 

It’s us of course. The Howlies are good. But they rely heavily on their good looks to fill seats. About 80% of their fans are of the female variety. Where ours is ratioed at about 60/40.

I turn to Zoey. She gives me a subtle nod. Acknowledging she’s aware of their presence and that it’s playtime.

I scan the crowd for my favorite blonde haired biker until I lock eyes with Jax just as the final chorus begins. I sing to him for a moment before turning my attention back to enticing the crowd into wanting to see more of us.

I sing the last line and drop a kiss to Zoey’s neck, as I stare down our exes. A challenge in my eyes. Tonight just got so much more entertaining. 

Continue...

[samcrowblack]

A good friend of mine is getting married in Japan and I wanna try my damn hardest to attend. I've open up my comms and also a tip jar!

Any donation are welcomed and you can even get a small sketch!

[roadtogracelandx45]

No matter how far Ryder Winston ran from her past and being Samcrow's princess and the mother charter's VP's old lady, it always caught up to her and made things so much more difficult for her.

all pictures were found on Pinterest and credits to their original owners

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When an arrogant prospect takes it one step too far, Jax feels the need to teach him a lesson.

Jax watched you at the bar, smiling and glad handing all the visiting sons. He was grateful that you were there playing the diplomat while he got down to business. He didn't miss the way you would glance back at him every now, it had taken a while but you had developed a kind of silent communication that he found invaluable.

He had learned that you were very good at picking who was going to last and a look in your direction after you chatted with a prospect was always very enlightening.

Right now, he was in the middle of getting an update from the President of a visiting charter, the man going on and on about how hard it was to find good recruits, "I fucking tell you, that prospect over there, I give him another month before he's tossed out on his ass."

Jax huffed, "why isn't he gone already?"

The look he got told Jax all he needed to know, "he's a legacy, his dad was one of the first men picked to run a chapter who wasn't first nine."

Jax scoffed, "well, if he steps wrong here, we'll get rid of him."

"Can I buy you a drink?"

You raised your water and turned to the man behind you, this must have been the prospect you had heard all the others complaining about, "I have one thank you, can I help you with anything?"

He smiled, "yeah, let me buy you a drink."

You sighed, "I have one, I'm also married."

He licked his lips, "hey, I'm up for anything and it's not like I see your man around."

You pointed behind you, "because my man is Jax Teller and he's busy. Now, if you need companionship, I suggest you find Mr Padilla and see if he can find a lady to spend the night with."

He leaned in closer, resting his arm on the bar, "hey, I don't discriminate. I'm sure he has fun too."

You blinked, "yes, we have fun together because we are in a loyal and loving marriage. Now I would like you to turn around and walk the other way, I have nothing else nice to say to you after you've said such nasty things about the man I love and my marriage."

Jax was paying more and more attention to you as he watched you stiffen, "is that the fucker you're talking about?"

The noise from the visiting President's mouth gave Jax all the information he needed, "yep, is that your old lady?"

Jax took a sip of his beer, waiting for you to wave him over, "yep. Don't worry she can handle herself."

There was a huff from his friend, "let's hope so because this guy needs to learn his lesson."

Trying to get him to go away was fast becoming a fool's errand, "I know you ladies think he's pretty and all but guys like that are shit in bed. I bet he just does what he wants. Me? I listen."

You took a deep breath and stood up, "no you don't and since you can't listen, I'm going to go over and sit in my husband's lap so you fuck off." You waved to the prospect behind the bar, "three fingers of that fancy scotch, please, on the rocks."

You were handed the drink and without even looking at the man who had spent the last five minutes hitting on you, you walked over to Jax, pressed your lips to his, handed him the drink then sat in his lap with a smile.

"Sorry my love, I couldn't stand to be parted from you a moment longer so I thought I would come over. I brought your favourite to say sorry in case I was interrupting."

Jax chuckled and pecked your cheek while wrapping his arms around your body, "nah darlin, I was about to come over and grab you anyway. Are you having fun?"

You shook your head, "not really, there's a new prospect that needs a good punch in the mouth. He seems to think you're no good in bed and he thinks he can do better."

The smirk on Jax's face was downright diabolical as he called the man over, "are you into my old lady prospect?"

To your surprise, he smiled, "who wouldn't be? I mean, she's the hottest piece of ass here."

The look on your face grabbed Happy's attention and he walked over, "everything alright, boss?"

Jax sucked on his tongue, "everything's fine Hap. The prospect here was just telling me how nice my wife's ass is, ain't that nice of him?"

Happy's face was unreadable, "I don't think it's appropriate to be talking about a lady like that, especially not the wife of the leader of this Club."

Things went from bad to worse when the prospect smiled wider, "hey you know who my father is. I grew up in a Clubhouse, all these bitches are up for grabs unless they're knocked up."

Jax huffed and turned to the other man, "you were right, he is a problem."

You thought for a moment, sure Jax could beat the stuffing out of him but that wouldn't really teach him a lesson, "my love?"

Jax turned his attention to you, his arm tightening around you, "yes darlin?"

You did your best to hold back a smile, "I was very offended that he thinks you're a poor lover, I'm actually quite mad about it."

Jax pressed his lips to your neck, "are you now?" He turned to the prospect who still clearly thought he wasn't making a huge mistake, "what are you going to do about making my lady mad?"

He shrugged, "I think that's your problem, the women I know who get fucked right are never mad."

Jax clenched his jaw, something dark coming to the surface, "well then that settles that, how about you come in and watch me fuck her brains out and if I'm as bad as you say I am, you can tell the whole fucking Club."

This man's audacity seemed to have no end because he smiled, "sure, if you need some pointers."

Jax stood up with a smile, taking your hand in his, "are you alright with this darlin, you say the word and we can go home and enjoy the night all the ourselves."

You knew Jax wasn't going to let him touch you, this was about Jax showing off. The prospect was going to be lucky if Jax didn't make him face the wall and put his nose in a corner, "I'm fine with it, he clearly won't listen to either of us so maybe he's so dumb that he needs to see it with his own eyes. But maybe we should stay under the covers, I don't want to make the poor boy feel inadequate, that can really harm a man's self esteem."

Jax smiled, "you should thank her for being so kind to you."

The prospect wasn't interested, "are we doing this or are we just going to talk about it?"

You could tell by the tone in Jax's voice how pissed he was, "you can back out at any time man, don't stay because you think you have too. Hell, I'll make stay until your patch vote no matter what."

He huffed, "I ain't going anywhere."

Jax took your hand and you walked into the dorm with the prospect in tow. Jax locked the door and directed you to the middle of the room before turning to the prospect, "you can sit in that chair. And don't even think about putting your hand anywhere near your dick, that wasn't part of the agreement."

He did as he was told, the gravity of the situation still not sinking in as Jax stood in front of you and leaned in to kiss you. You soon forgot about the interloper as Jax kissed you senseless. You started on your top button while Jax shrugged off his kutte and placed it over the back of another chair, coming back as your shirt fell open.

He slid his hands under the fabric and placed them on your waist, leaning in to kiss your neck as your head fell to the side to give him more access. His hand moved up to slide the shirt on your shoulder and you reached out to unbutton his blue flannel.

Jax's flannel came off and he pulled back so you could pull his SONS T-shirt over his head, Jax smiling as your eyes racked over his bare chest. The chair shifted and Jax looked over, the prospect suddenly realising that Jax was far larger and stronger than he was. Jax turned his head with a smirk, "you can go man, we ain't keeping you here if you're feeling insecure."

The man huffed, "I'm fine thanks."

Jax turned back to you, pressing you to his chest as he reached down and removed your jeans, you following suit after you palmed his growing bulge. Jax didn't have your shyness and he shoved down his boxers and his hard cock sprung free.

The smile on your face was automatic, as was your hand reaching out to wrap around the shaft. Jax grunted, his eyes filling with lust as you started walking backwards and kissed him. Jax ran his hand from your ribs to your back, undoing your bra before pulling back while you wrapped your arm around your body to hide your nakedness from the stranger on the other side of the room.

Jax spun you around so your back was facing the prospect, your crow on full display, then threw back the covers but not the top sheet and with a smile and a gentlemanly gesture, he was holding it open for you to climb inside. You lay down on your side, your back facing the other man while Jax got into bed next to you.

The prospect couldn't see your skin under the sheet but it was clear from the movement under it that Jax was running his hand up your leg. There was more shifting as he lifted your leg over his hip, then his hand emerged from the sheet to throw your panties away and you placed your hand on his ribs, the muscles rippling under your skin as he breathed.

His hand went back under the sheet and to your centre as he ran two long fingers up and down your slit, "you're very wet for me darlin, you want to tell me why?"

You smiled and brushed his lips with yours, "I'm always like that when I'm with you."

Jax chuckled, it was full of ego, "oh, I know. There's no way he's getting you like that."

You kissed him again, "not in a million years, it's all you my love."

Jax's thumb found your clit as he slid two fingers inside you while you buried your head in his neck. He didn't waste any time working you up, his calloused fingertips brushing your G-spot as you gasped. He looked at you, then flicked his eyes to the other man, a plan forming in his brain as he pushed you closer to the edge.

He pressed his lips to yours and you rocked your hips into his hand, his thumb picking up speed as the prospect shifted again. Jax pulled away, just far enough that he could speak to you without anyone else hearing, "you still want to keep going? I can feel how close you are."

You smiled, "he can't see anything."

Jax smiled back and kissed you hard, swallowing your moans as you came around his fingers. Jax didn't stop, removing his lips from yours in time for you to let out a desperate but soft cry as you fell over the edge again, "good girl." Jax didn't even look at the man as he spoke, "you ever have a woman make that sound for you prospect?"

There was no response, the situation finally taking hold. Jax turned his attention back to you, "give me one more then you can have my cock." His fingers slowing for a few minutes to get you over the almost painful overstimulation, his lips soft on yours as his beard scratched your skin.

When your twitching faded, his lips moved to your neck and his fingers sped up again. You moved your hand from his ribs to wrap around his shaft and jacked slowly as he wrung another orgasm out of you. You had a bit more trouble keeping you quiet this time, but his expression told you he didn't mind.

He pulled his fingers from you and sucked them into his mouth, moaning around them as your taste coated his tongue. He pulled his fingers away and his hand found your face as he kissed you, tasting yourself on his lips while he rolled on top of you.

He pulled back and looked into your eyes, his chest pressed to yours to hide your body from the other man, "you good darlin?"

You nodded, "I'm great, are you?"

Jax smiled softly, "I'm great, you want me to get rid of him?"

You looked over at him, the prospect turning away when your eyes landed on his face, "it's up to you. If you think he's learned his lesson, then you're more than welcome to throw his out on his ass."

Jax looked over at the man, it was all predator and dominance, "I don't think he has but he can leave if he wants. He knows where the door is."

"I'll stay, it ain't like it's hard to fingerfuck a woman." You couldn't tell what was pissing Jax off more, the disrespect to you and your marriage or the disrespect to him as a lover and as his President but something about the expression on his face told you it was the former.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and Jax settled between your legs, rubbing his cock up and down your slit before sliding inside you with a kiss on your lips. The shuddering moan you let out was matched by the groan that came from Jax, there was a growl to it that gave you the urge to sink your teeth into his shoulder.

You buried your head in his neck as his hips started to rock. He started slow, grinding into you while you ran your hands up and down his back. Your breath caught in your throat as he angled his hips to brush your G-spot while one hand shimmied between you to rub your clit.

"Jax please."

He smiled and kissed a path from your neck, across your face and to your lips, kissing you softly juxtaposed to how his hips were now ramming into you. You pulled Jax even tighter to you as the end neared, stuck between waiting to continue kissing him and wanting to refresh the ever present love bite on his shoulder. Jax made the decision for you as a particularly punishing thrust had you sinking your teeth into his flesh to muffle your moan as you rocketed over the edge.

"That's it, my good girl, you feel so good." Your whimper only served to spur Jax on as he turned to face the prospect, "have you learned your lesson?"

There was no response and despite the fuzziness of pleasure clouding your brain, you couldn't help but turn your head to see what he was doing. There was something on his face, it was hard to pin point if it was from being proven wrong or the fact that he thought Jax was going to kill him when this was over so he didn't share this experience with anyone.

Jax had triumph on his face at his vanquished foe. The prospect was no longer cocky but deflated, "look at the fucking wall. You don't even deserve to be in the same room as my woman, let alone get to look at her."

Jax turned back to you as you rocked your hips, matching Jax's pace as his grunts became more urgent. He bit down on your lower lip as he came, moaning your name like a dying man.

He breathed against your lips, smiling softly as he shifted his hips to pull out of you. He didn't roll away, deciding to stay holding you for a little longer, "I love you darlin."

You pecked him, smiling against his lips as he rubbed your nose with his, "I love you too."

Jax turned to the prospect, his voice a mask of calm rage, "get the fuck out."

He stayed frozen to the spot, "did you not hear me? Get the fuck out, I don't want you here anymore." He only started to move when Jax started to pull away from you, you imagine the thought of Jax beating the life out of him naked was enough to get him moving.

The door slam had you jumping and Jax pressed soft kissing into your skin to soothe you, he rolled off you and took you with him, pulling you into his arms, "did you have fun?"

You nodded, "yep, I forgot he was there most of the time."

Jax chuckled, "good."

You pressed your lips to his chest, "are you alright? You still seem revved up."

Jax chuckled, "I'm just excited for round two without someone looking on."

You smiled, "well in that case, I better go get us some snacks."

Fin

[zaenight]

Ain't your mama ch2 act 1

Age 6.

Sage trager was now six years old and was on a swing being pushed by a seventeen year old tara , whereas a now three year old Jess was being pushed by a nineteen year old jax teller.

It wasn't untill a roar of bikes alerted The four , but it wasn't Samcrow , It was the mayans from the oakland charter , the sons and mayans have bad blood between them , Territory issues and much more.

Marcus alvarez , not to be confused with marcus coleman , their deadbeat father, had got off of his bike looking towards Jax and the girls , Sage swore she saw a boy around her age get off the bike.

"Relax we're here to celebrate a birthday party later on , we don't want no problems." Alvarez stated to the younger male who went towards him.

"Mijo go play while the adults talk." He continued as a boy no older than seven nodded his head rushing over to the swings where the girls were at.

"Podría conseguir una niñita blanca para ser su futura anciana ." His vp Smirked as The mayans cackled like a bunch of hyenas , even alvarez cracked a smile.

(Might bag himself a little white girl to be his future old lady)

"Watch it." Jax warned before looking towards the swings where tara was with the girls , watching as the boy ran up to sage who had jumped off the swing... right onto him.

......

"Ouch." the boy said before looking at the face of an angel , an angel that currently had her knees embedded into his stomach.

"Oops." Sage trager said with a deadpan look on her face getting up , instead of lending a hand , she yanked the  boy up by his shirt.

"Im Sage trager , and you are?" Sage questioned the boy , knowing full well about the sons and the mayans.

"Esai , Esai Alvarez at your service!" The boy exclaimed holding out his fist for a fist bump.

Instead of doing the same action , Sage trager took the fist in her hand shaking it , as if it was a normal hand shake , Esai was confused and highly amused as he stared at his new friend.

Jess starteed laughing as Tara looked worriedly towards the area Jax and The mayans were , noticing Tig,Clay,and piney had arrived.

Sage however was busy staring into Esai's soul , while Esai was staring into hers,Tara thought that either they were enchanted by eachother or ready to strike if the other made one wrong move.

"Kissy kissy." Jessie screamed laughing , Sage released Esai's hand , her nose scrunching up in confusment , Esai on the other hand was blushing.

Tig Ran zig zags to pick up his niece from the boy , yes tiggy went ziggy zaggy.

"Not my innocent niece!" He exclaimed as Esai looked at him with a bored look.

"Your 'innocent' niece has stabbed,poked, and prodded at Jax more than enough times." Tara stated to the weird man.

"Detail's shmehtails." Tig said with a resting bitch face.

"That's not even a word." Sage said before kicking her leg back hitting tigs knee , allowing her to free herself.

"It is a word if it came out of my mouth and I said it." Tig stated.

"Shmehtails , SHMEHTAIL'S!" Jess screeched as Tara took her out of the baby swing.

The Sons and Mayans agreed that they would not fight today , and went there seperate

ways , oh and Esai had kissed Sage's hand as a goodbye causing tig to let out an inhuman screech.

Who knew the Son of a Mayan Presidenté would fall for the niece of Samcrows resident freakshow.

.........

Age 8 :

An Eight year old Sage and a five year old Jess were watching as Their Mother and Gemma were speaking with their eyes , a day earlier Tara knowles left charming after watching the girls , tucking them in and then bidding goodbye.

"Where are you going?" Sage asked.

"Somewhere to help me become a Doctor , and one day I'll come back okay?,This isn't a goodbye more like a see you later." Tara said finishing the book , tucking her in , Jess was sprawled across the bed already sleeping.

"But what if it's already too late?" Sage whispered.

"What do you mean?" Tara said confused.

"You can get out , you have no ties , but me and jess are the nieces of a samcro member , we have targets on our backs just for being related to them , your leaving , leaving this town and Jax with it , cutting those ties makes you safe , If you leave , you should never come back,coming back will get you killed." The eight year old said as she closed her eyes falling into a deep sleep.

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"Im just saying I never liked the girl." Gemma said to maeve.

'Don't be mean Gem she was a sweet girl , your just mad you didn't get a grandchild out of it , she got out of this town to study being a doctor , lets just pray she won't come back if she knows what's good for her sanity.' Maeve signed , letting out a huff.

"Yeah Yeah." Gemma said waving her hand around as the bikes rode into the lot.

Sage looked down at her hands that held a small skeleton of a bird,wondering if it was true that a warm light awaited you or if the darkness engulfed you into a cold eternal hell.

"Uncle tiggy!" Jess exclaimed laughing as She was picked up.

"Uncle Tiggy look I found a dead bird!" Sage exclaimed.

"Good job It's still in good condition too." Tig said , Now condoning this behavior might not be normal , but neither are the tragers.

"Jax has been a pissy baby because tara left him." Sage said spinning around before looking at tig.

"Have not!" Jax said coming over and messing up her hair.

'Have too.' Sage mouthed before Jess stuck her tongue out calling Jax a pissy baby like her sister just had.

"PISSY BABY PISSY BABY JAXIE IS A PISSY BABY!" Jess said before screeching as Jax chased after them with the help of opie.

The two twenty one year olds the eight year old and the five year old , ran across the lot of the teller-morrow garage screaming and laughing.

Maeve trager watched her girl's with a smile on her face , snapping picks to send to happy,She wished this could last forever , but life with the mc was never easy.

[lovelyraven24]

This is my first time writing fanfiction😊 hope you guys like it!

SAMCRO’s Princess

The radio was blaring as I rounded the curb heading straight into Charming. I never would have thought I’d be back here as I let out a deep breath and pulled into the Teller-Morrow parking lot. I shifted my 1970 Chevelle into park, climbed out and started walking towards the clubhouse. It felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest as I walked through the doors. It had been so long since I was here. I stopped walking when I noticed Jax, he had changed since the last time I saw him. He froze the moment his eyes landed on me.

“Shiloh,” Jax said softly as he walked towards me and pulled me into a tight hug. I smiled as I hugged him back.

“It’s good to see you, Sis,” Jax said as he pulled away from the hug.

“It's good to be home,” I told him as I wiped away my tears.

“Come on, let's go inside, everyone is gonna be happy to see you,” Jax said as I followed him into the clubhouse. Everything was just like I remembered it, not much had changed. Opie was the first to come over, he pulled me into a giant hug as he picked me up off the floor a bit.

“SAMCROW’s Princess has returned,” Opie said as he put me back down.

“It’s good to see you, Ope,” I told him.

“What is going on out here?” I heard Clay say annoyed. He smiled big when he saw me.

“Hi,” I told him as he yanked me into a hug and kissed the top of my head.

“I can't believe it.. We thought you were never coming back” Clay said softly.

“I’m so sorry I left..” I told Clay as he shook his head.

“ You have nothing to be sorry about sweetheart,” Clay said, I was about to speak when I noticed Tig. He looked the same. He walked towards me and stopped right in front of me. “ Shy” Tig said softly as his hand came up to brush the hair away from my eyes. I broke instantly the moment he said my nickname, the nickname only he ever called me. I wrapped my arms around him as he held me close.

“I’m home Tiggy” I said as he pulled away. Tig smiled down at me.

“It’s so good to see you again,” Tig told me.

“It’s good to see you too,” I told him as his thumb came up and wiped away my tears. I’ve always had a soft spot for Tig, he was always there for me when I needed him. I still remember all those times we used to sit on top of the roof of the clubhouse and just talk for hours. I knew it shattered his world when I left.

“I have so many questions, doll,” Tig said as I stared at him for a few moments.

“I wanna tell you everything but just not right now. I’ll tell you in due time” I told him as he nodded. I turned around just in time to see Mom come through the doors.

“My sweet girl,” Mom said as she held my face in her hands.

“You have no idea how much I've missed you,” She said softly.

“I've missed you too mama,” I told her as she led me to the couch and we both sat down.

“Where have you been all these years?” My mother asked me.

“Florida mostly,” I told her, we talked for a little bit before she had to go by the hospital to check on Abel. I had no idea, Jax became a father. I had missed so much since I was away. I regretted leaving all those years ago.

I was sitting outside at the picnic table watching people come and go. I started to reminisce and it took me back.

~Flashback~

Shiloh age 15

Tig age 35

The stars were so bright as I lay and watched the sky above me as I lay on the roof of the clubhouse.

“Shy! Are you up there?” I heard Tig yell from below. I didn't answer as I continued to watch the stars. I heard him climb up.

“What's on your mind doll?” Tig asked as he sat beside me. I looked over at him as I let out a deep sigh.

“Just thinking and watching the stars,” I told him.

“Thinking is dangerous you know,” Tig said as he looked up at the stars as well.

“Do you think my dad suffered when he died?” I asked him softly. Tig looked at me for a moment before he finally answered.

“No doll, he didn't suffer,” Tig told me. I started to cry, Tig pulled me into his arms as he kissed my forehead.

“It's gonna be okay. I’m here for you always” Tig said as he looked up at the stars.

~End Of Flashback~

[jaxteller87]

showoff part 3

I was right, Jax didn’t leave me out of his sight for the next 48 hours. I couldn’t even go to the bathroom without him following me.

One day over the weekend, I was at the club bored. Jax made me go with him, he had some mechanic stuff to do.

“Hey babe,” I rolled into the office, “I’m going with Half-Sack to Burgers and Sweets for some milkshakes, do you want anything?” I rolled over to him.

“Yeah, a strawberry shake sounds good,” he smiled and leaned over to kiss me.

“Okay,” I smiled and tugged at his shirt.

“I could model this for you tonight,” he smiled referring to the shirt.

“Hey, don’t tease me,” I giggled.

“I didn’t hear you complaining yesterday when I was teasing you,” he smirked and sneaked in another kiss.

“Oh, Teller,” I laughed as I rolled out of his office.

Half-Sack followed me to Burgers and Sweets. I got three shakes and then we went back to the club.

“Thanks again, Amber,” Half-Sack smiled as he took a sip of his shake before heading back into the club.

Jax and I sat down at the table outside. “Thanks babe, this is just what I needed,” Jax smiled and took my hand in his. “Your hand looks much better,” he looked at the healing burns on my hand.

“Yeah, it does,” I gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

“What flavor did you get?” he asked curiously changing the subject.

“I got peach, I wanted to try something new,” I smiled.

Over the next few days I got a cold that settled in my chest. It developed into pneumonia, and as the loving and overprotective husband that Jax is, he took me to the hospital.

I was sitting in the hospital bed with my computer and working when I heard a familiar voice.

“A burned hand, a kidnaping and now pneumonia.”

I’d recognize that voice anywhere and looked up at Mary who was standing in the doorway with a smile on her face.

“Mary,” I laughed which caused me to have a coughing fit.

“Sorry sweetheart, I didn’t mean to make you cough like that,” Mary said as she sat down next to my bed.

“How did you know I was here? Did Jax call you?” I asked resting my back on my pillow.

“He did, and I thought it was time I paid my best friend a visit. I needed a change of scenery anyway, I think that’s why I’ve been in such a funk,” she shrugged.

“No more panic attacks I hope?” I smiled.

“No, thank God,” she chuckled.

“I’m not pushing, but if you want to talk I am all ears.”

“I know. That’s also a part of the reason why I came, I wanted to be with someone who gets it.”

She was about to continue that sentence when Jax walked in.

“I owe you a thank you babe,” I smiled as he leaned down and kissed my forehead.

“No thanks needed, my love,” he smiled and sat down on the seat on the other side of the bed.

The next day I was allowed to leave the hospital. The next few days were nice, even though Jax almost forced me to take it easy, but later I was grateful that he did, it helped me recover faster.

“I’ll be fine, Mary is here and I think Opie said he would watch the kids so Donna could come over. Go for a ride on your bike, sweetheart, I’m okay,” I smiled as he kissed my cheek. Before he walked away I gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

I had a great afternoon with Mary and Donna, seeing my two best friends together and getting along made my heart very happy.

“What in the world is a Samcrow party?” Mary asked curiously and confused as we sat outside and enjoyed the weather.

“It’s a just a lot of drinking, eating and laughing. It’s actually a really good time,” Donna smiled.

“Well, I think I’ll have to extend my visit just to see what all the fuss is about,” Mary chuckled.

“Please do,” I smiled.

Mary did end up staying a few extra days and when Saturday rolled around I took her to the club where it was crawling with both people and booze.

“That girl over there is totally eyeing your man. You want me to kick her butt?” Mary was staring intensely at Ima who were indeed checking out Jax.

“Nah, she’s fine. I took care of it myself a few weeks ago, now she’s just staring at what she can’t have,” I blushed slightly like I had done a few weeks earlier when I shared the story of Jax and I in the bathroom with Donna.

“Oh my, and who’s that?” Mary asked and nodded towards Juice who was standing with a beer in his hand talking to Chibs.

“That’s Juice. Don’t get me wrong, I love all the boys but Juice has a special place in my heart,” I laughed.

Mary kept staring at him. “Juice,” I shouted, “come here please,” I waved him over and Mary looked at me panicked.

“Wait, what are you doing?” she squeaked but I didn’t have time to answer, before Juice was standing there with a big smile on his face.

“What can I do for you Mrs. VP?” he asked politely before taking a seat next to me.

“I’d like you to meet my other best friend, Mary. She’s visiting from New York,” I giggled.

“Hi Juice,” Mary blushed slightly as she reached out her hand. “Nice to meet you, Mary,” Juice said as he took her hand and let it go again. “Your drink looks empty, how about we get you another one?” he smiled.

“Sure,” Mary shrugged with a big smile as Juice grabbed her hand and led her up to the bar.

Jax came over a few seconds later and sat down on the seat where Juice had just been sitting. “Do we need to keep an eye on her?” he asked.

“No, I think she’s okay. She won’t overdo it this time,” I rested my head on his shoulder.

“I love you baby,” he whispered kissing the top of my head.

“And I love you,” I kissed his cheek.

“She kept her distance,” he nodded towards Ima who was now busy hitting on someone else.

I couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“Amber Lynn, what did you do?” he chuckled putting his arm around you.

“It’s not something I did, but something we did a few weeks ago,” I blushed again.

“Okay, well what did we do then?” he asked totally confused as he took a sip of his beer. I stared at him with raised eyebrows until he finally remembered what happened a few weeks ago. “Oh, she walked in on us?” he chuckled.

 “Yeah, she did,” I laughed.

“Speaking of getting some…” Jax nodded towards the bar. I almost couldn’t believe it, but Mary was making out with Juice. They looked kind of cute together.

“Get it Juicy,” Jax yelled causing Juice to lean back and laugh and Mary’s face to turn red.

The next morning I woke Jax up with soft kisses all over his face, it caused him to wake up with a smile.

“Morning, baby.”

“Hi,” I giggled kissing his bare chest. “Can we take Mary to Burgers and Sweets sometime today?” my hand wandered down his chest and stomach. I realized he didn’t have underwear on and I let my hand wrap around his cock. He looked surprised.

“Yeah, we can,” he smiled, “but right now, I have something else we should do,” he smiled as I started to stroke him and then he leaned in for a kiss.

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