Kari couldn’t find his words as Tig stayed buried inside her, stretching her femininity around his thick rigidity as he slowly softened and slid out of her wet center.
“Is there any love at first sight?” Tig whispered and dropped his face to the warm curve of her neck, his question a hot exhale against her flushed skin.
“It varies,” she murmured breathlessly as he shifted and physically moved her around so they could both lay together on the small sofa. Tig molded himself against her as she chuckled and gave word to her thoughts.
“The show follows a different kind of formula,” Kari added, imagining how this kind of scenario would play out on tv, it would be an actual true-crime reality show.
The excessive stress, anxiety and too much time on the road, caught up to both of them in its own way. Sleep dragged them both into a dreamless state for a couple hours, Kari stirring awake first as her bladder protested the need to be immediately emptied.
She groaned as her body protested sitting up after being squeezed up tight in his possessive hold.
“Hey,” Tig muttered sleepily and snaked out his hand to grab her wrist and tug her back to the surface of the sofa.
“Hmmm?” she asked as he rubbed grit out of the corner of his eyes with his free hand. “On your shows, do people fall in love immediately or at least know they are on the path there?”
Kari lifted her free hand and traced her fingertips along his jaw before lowering his face and pressing her lips to his. “Yes,” she whispered before heading to the small bathroom.
Tig rolled over onto his back as Kari relieved her bladder before she pissed herself and took a few minutes to casually clean up and wash her face.
Tig’s burner phone rang from the depths of his pocket and on the other end Clay told him some of the club member’s in the area would be stopping by with a welcome wagon basket with some guns, booze, and pharmaceuticals to pass the time.
In the time before the club members arrived, back in Charming, Agent Stahl was being pressured from several supervisors about the location of their missing agent, a body at this point would’ve been a plus for Stahl. She knew the agency was beginning to tire of these missions she led and the rising body count from her fuckups.
Before the other club members showed up at their temporary residence, Tig let Kari explore the place and move things around, letting her have space with her thoughts.
He spent some time talking to a guy that Clay told him about for new identifications and passports if needed.
Kari looked out the front window as the roar of several approaching motorcycles sounded over the game show she had on the tv. She looked over at Tig who slipped into his patched vest and met her eyes, reading still present fear.
He walked over and gathered her up in his arms. “Wait here, I won’t be gone long.”
Kari nodded and watched Tig out the window as he began shaking hands and laughing with a group of hard looking men.
She switched the station to a daytime talk show and looked through the condo’s hallway closet and found a broom, mop, and dustpan.
Tig wrapped up his visit with the allied club and made his way back to the condo. The quintet of arguing women around the oval table had a popular musical guest playing their new catchy, bubble gum song.
He closed the door and peeked into the kitchen as Kari danced a tango with the mop, singing along in an incredibly off-key voice. She looked up and found his eyes on her, squealing and dropping the mop to clatter on the linoleum.
“You’re mopping,” Tig said stupidly.
Kari smiled as she dipped her head and brushed an errant lock of hair behind her ear. “Government employees are just like everyone else too,” she said with a curtsy as she blushed with embarrassment.
Tig’s expression turned feral and his eyes glowed brighter as he walked towards her, dropping his hands to unbuckle his jeans. “The other ones might be, but you’re not like anyone else,” he growled and settled his hands on her hips, squeezing the supple flesh until he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the dining room table, pushing the store bags out of the way as he dropped her on the table and pulled at her pants, adding as he had the fabric jerked down past her knees. “I don’t know what you are exactly, but I’ll do anything to never have you far from my side until I die,” Tig rasped before yanking his cock free, finding himself growing so hard it hurt.
“I’ll do anything,” he growled as he roughly pushed his cock past her shell pink intimate folds and plunged his thick rigidity inside her. “Anything,” Tig groaned as Kari tightened her thighs around his waist, the movement making the inner walls of her intimacy squeeze and massage his cock as though her body was trying to milk him dry.
Tig let himself be carried forward into the unknown as he felt acceptance within Kari’s arms and buried inside her hot, wet center while Kari let herself be swept away within the promises of his love.
They each began a new life together as their bodies remained glued together, their breath as one.
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A/N: Chapter four! Whoop, whoop! I hope you guys are enjoying this fab collab that @jacksonroth and I are doing?! This chapter makes a bit of a time jump, but I believe we plan on typing up some ‘deleted scenes’ style chapters to help fill in gaps. Anywho, let us know if you would like a tag! Chapters posted every Monday!
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Previous Chapter
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6 months passed and the sisters settled quite nicely in Charming and among the club. Gemma took them under her wing and showed them the ropes, not that they needed help there, but they let her anyway. Kacey and Clay were practically joined at the hip when she was working on Harper’s truck and then on other cars and bikes, and she got along nicely with Half-Sack when she worked the bar. Harper became a favorite at the diner, getting rather generous tips that helped pay off the truck and get their bikes down to them in record time. The minute the flat bed rolled onto the lot, Kacey and Harper got their bikes down and shot out of the lot, Jax, Opie and Juice laughing as they raced to their bikes to try and keep up with them.
As they settled to their new life and job, they also got rather close and comfy with Opie and Jax. While the sisters made a promise to only let it be a one time thing, neither sister could resist the bikers and began fooling and sneaking around with Jax and Opie. It all started out innocent enough in the beginning. No more than stolen moments here and there whenever the other sister wasn’t around or paying attention; but that quickly turned to little white lies and late nights of sneaking out. It was like they were teenagers all over again...Complete with several instances of Kacey having to shove Opie out her window and Jax hiding under Harper’s bed, before either sister walked in, or anyone else for that matter; The last thing Harper wanted was to get caught with Jax by Gemma.
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Once Harper settled as a waitress, within the first few weeks, she was playing hostess when the other girls were out sick. She had grown into the role, well, and was now trusted with counting the registers after her shifts. As she counted the money made from breakfast and a few stragglers before the lunch rush, the familiar, unmistakable rumbling sound of two Softails met her ears and she looks up from the bills in her hand, watching in horror, as Alvarez and one of his cronies drove down Main St and parked just outside the diner. Harper quickly went through the money, scribbling down the numbers and slammed everything back in before taking off back to her locker. Her shift was long over and she only stayed later to do a thorough count of the money, so no one would have wondered why she wasn’t there. Her hands shook as she fumbled with her lock, grabbing her jacket and purse before hauling ass to the back and jumping into her car.
She didn't know if they were going into the diner or the corner store next door, but she wasn’t about to stick around and find out. She had to get to the clubhouse - Fast. She flew down the side streets she’d become so acquainted with, dialing her phone to call first the house, then the clubhouse. When no one answered, the panic began to set in. Hands shaking, she took a breath and called Jax. If anyone would pick up for her, it would be him.
“*Hey, darlin’. What’s up? You just get off work?*” Jax answered in a happy tone that made Harper smile, if only brief.
“Yeah. Yeah, I did. Um, i-is my sister working? Is she at the garage? I-I can’t get a hold of her…” Harper said, trying not to be too frantic and cause Jax to worry. But as she tried and failed, she heard the worry in his voice when he responded, “*Yeah, she’s in the clubhouse-Harper, is everything okay? Are you in trouble?*”
Harper sighed and shook her head. “No. No, we’re-I’m fine. I just need to know where she is. I’m on my way over now.” She didn't give Jax the opportunity to answer as she hung up. She was already speeding and didn't want to add more charges onto the ticket by being on her phone. She whipped into the lot and into a spot, not bothering to park correctly. When Harper jumped down from her truck, Opie strolled over, catching up to her quick pace in a matter of steps.
Fucking tree… Harper thought, rolling her eyes as she caught a glimpse of Opie approaching her.
“Hey. Is everything okay?” Opie asked, concerned.
“Fine. Fine. Where’s-Where’s Kacey?” Harper asked, glancing toward the garage in case she might be there. Opie raised an eyebrow, unconvinced, as he said, “Clubhouse.”
Without another word, Harper took off in a run, making Opie stop and watch her as he puffed on a dying cigarette. As Harper rushed inside the clubhouse, Jax appeared at Opie’s side, from the office.
“Was that Harper? Is she okay?” Jax asked. Opie nodded and glanced at him.
“I’m not sure, man. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her frazzled like that before.” Opie said. Jax sighed and patted Opie on the back, the both of them then headed for the clubhouse. Inside, Harper brushed off the greetings by the guys as she scanned the bar for her sister. Half-Sack came around the corner with a case of beers in his hands, Kacey soon following with a laugh. Harper sighed and shot over to her, grabbing her arm as she set the case down.
“Hey, Sis.” Kacey smiled as she looked up her sister. The corners of her mouth quickly turning down when she saw the look on Harper’s face. “Is everything ok?”
Harper glanced around the room before she whispered, “We need to leave. Now.”
“What? Why?!” Kacey asked as her sister tugged on her arm, pulling her around the corner. “Harper? What the hell is going on?”
“Alvarez, Kacey. Him and one of his guys. I was at the diner and I-” Kacey cut her off at the mention of Alvarez’s name. She tore off her half apron and tossed it onto the bar, grabbing her purse and vest before going back around the corner. All the color having drained out of her face by this point.
“You couldn’t have fucking lead with that?!” Kacey whispered in a harsh tone as she tugged on her over shirt and vest. “They find me here and I’m as good as fucking dead...or worse. They’ll drag it out to make a fucking point!” Kacey put a hand to her chest as her breathing became erratic; suddenly feeling like a deer in headlights with nowhere to go. Harper grabbed her arms and started breathing with her to avoid a panic attack. Once Kacey’s breathing regulated, Harper grabbed her hand and said, “I know. You think I wanted them to see me? They pulled up in front of the goddamn diner, Kay.”
Harper looked around the corner, then turned to her sister and said, “Listen. If anyone asks, we have a family emergency and need to get to the house.”
“But won’t Opie and Jax-”
“Tell them we’re fine and we have to go. But we don’t know why Alvarez is here, so we need to get home and stash the truck, okay?” Harper led Kacey through the bar, both of them ready to tell their lie walking if anyone asked after them. The second Harper set foot out the clubhouse door, she felt a death grip on her hand, soon hearing the sound that set Kacey on edge. Harper had her mind set on reaching her truck, but a few more steps and the bikes suddenly rolled onto the lot and into view, causing Harper to turn and push her sister back inside.
“Jesus, Harper! What the fuck?!” Kacey hissed as she narrowed her gaze at her sister. Trying her best to keep the panic that was building from spilling over. “Are we leaving or not?!”
“Can you shut up for 5 seconds?!” Harper hissed back. “They just pulled onto the fucking lot!”
Harper sighed and chewed her lip, trying to figure out how to get out to her truck. She glanced up to the tvs that transmitted the security footage and grabbed Kacey’s arm, again, as she saw Alvarez and his man being escorted toward the clubhouse by Clay and Jax. Kacey barely got a glance up, muttering an ‘Oh, shit’ before Harper yanked her down the hallway.
“Where are we going now?! We can’t stay here!” Kacey said. Harper tugged on the cord that dangled from the ceiling, unfolding the ladder and pushing her sister up the rungs. “Jesus H Christ, Harper. Are you serious?! What are we? 15, again?”
“When we were 15, we didn't have to run from bikers, just Aunt Polly and Uncle Joe. Go!” Harper demanded, hopping onto the ladder below her, ushering her on. Kacey sighed and raced up the ladder, her sister close behind, before Harper pulled the ladder up, closing the hatch once they were both up. “Just stay down until we hear them leave.”
Harper sat on the gravel covered rooftop, leaning back against the ledge of the roof. Kacey sighed and sat next to her, staring at her shoes in the gravel as he mind raced. After a while, with it being so quiet, Harper looked at her sister.
“Hey. Kacey.” She said, giving Kacey a small shake. Being drawn from her thoughts, Kacey looked up at her with a soft ‘Huh’. “Kace, it’s gonna be okay. I won’t let them take you and neither will the club. I mean, shit, we’re practically family at this point.”
“Harper, they don’t know us. They find out that we had something to do with the Mayans-”
“Well, then we just explain it to them. And if they can’t accept us still, then we pack up and go home.” Harper said, her face dropping slightly at the thought of going home. Kacey blinked and said, “Harper, Polly disowned us after Joe died…”
Harper sighed and looked at her sister. “That was never home.” Was the last thing spoken between the sisters. They hunkered down and waited in silence, until they heard the rumble of the bikes come to life and peered over the edge to watch the two Mayans ride off the lot. They waited until the sound faded to nothing before they climbed back down; Kacey still on edge as they made there way back out to the bar.
“Hey, where’d you run off to?” Half-Sack asked with a confused look as they rounded the corner, Kacey glancing at her sister from the corner of her eye, the two sharing a brief, unspoken, conversation.
“Yeah, is everything alright?” Jax added from beside Opie as they approached the bar. Kacey was still notably shaken, but she did her best to force down her anxiety; burying it with a smile as she stepped away from Harper and stepped back behind the bar.
“Yeah...everything's cool.” Kacey reassured as she picked up the case of forgotten beers from earlier. “Just a random panic attack. Harp knows how to talk me out of ‘em...no big deal.” She shrugged it off, fetching a couple of cold beers for Jax and Opie before busying herself with restocking the beer cooler. Trying her best to ignore the skeptical looks the guys were exchanging behind her back, but thankfully, they didn’t press the issue any further than that.
“Hey, look, if you need to go home it’s no--” Jax started; Kacey quickly dismissing the offer with a shake of her head.
“No, no...I’m fine. Promise.” Kacey stated, casting a brief, uneasy glance at the monitors above the bar. “Besides, I only have a couple hours left on my shift anyway...it’ll keep my mind busy”
“So long as your sure?” Jax asked as he turned his attention to Harper for reassurance. Seeming somewhat convinced when Harper nodded in agreement; reassuring that her sister was fine. “Alright.” He shrugged as he and Opie picked up their beers and started for the Chapel to meet with the rest of the guys.
“Hey, Ope?” Kacey called out before they disappeared. “Give me a ride later? My bikes due for a service, so I think I’ll leave here at the garage for the night.”
“Yeah. Sure.” Opie turned with a half grin and a nod. “Just let me know when you’re ready to go.” Kacey nodded as she watched them disappear into the Chapel and shut the door, leaving herself and Harper alone to their own thoughts. Kacey’s stomach quickly twisting into knots again as she glanced up at the monitors one more time before turning back to her sister, the look on her face saying it all…
‘What the hell are we gonna do now?’
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After Kacey’s shift, the sisters had a brief discussion on whether or not to go home. They agreed, with Kacey’s unmistakable bike here at the shop, all closed off, Harper would go home, stowing her car and bike in the garage, and Kacey would play it cool with Opie. They could tell from the looks on their faces, neither man was convinced it was just a panic attack. They reverted back to one of their old white lies, that could have been more or less true, in the hopes they would believe them this time. Harper watched Kacey ride off on the back of Opie’s bike, jumping at his offer of ‘the good stuff’ at his house. Harper knew Kacey had her own stash of some good stuff herself, but it gave her an excuse to be around Opie, should Alvarez come back calling.
With a sigh, Harper leaned against her truck and rubbed her face, pushing her hands through her hair before digging out her keys and hopping into her truck. Jax appeared at the passenger window and flashed her a quick smile.
“Hey. You headin’ home?” He asked, folding his arms over the open window. Harper glanced at him as she started her car and gave him a small smile.
“Yeah. Not that helping my sister through a panic attack wasn’t fun,” Harper said making them both chuckle. “My shift today also wasn’t too great...At least at the end.”
Jax glanced around and smirked, leaning a little more into the car, he said, “Well...would you like some company maybe?”
Harper looked at him, unable to keep the smirk from her face, seeing the sly one on his. Harper rolled her eyes and motioned for him to get in, which Jax did, and took off out of the lot.
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When Harper pulled up to the house, she pulled straight into the garage and quickly hopped out, pushing her bike in as well. Jax leaned against the truck, lighting a cigarette, as he watched her. Huffing out a puff of smoke he said, “Harper, are you sure everything is okay?”
Harper sighed as she kicked the kickstand of her bike out, leaning it away from her truck. She looked up at him and smiled. “Yeah. Promise.” She said.
“Then why are you bringing in your bike? You always leave it out.” Jax asked, noting the change. Harper shook her head and said, “Uh, well...Kacey gets a little paranoid after her panic attacks. I just go along with it cause otherwise it might cause another one.”
Jax chuckled and shook his head, slipping an arm around Harper’s waist as she passed him, heading for the door. “You two are just full of odd surprises, aren’t you?” He teased, nipping at her ear, gently. Harper giggled, pushing the button to lower the garage door, then turned to him as he pressed her against the door to the kitchen. She tapped his nose twice and said, “Honey, you have no idea.”
Jax chuckled and kissed her slowly. As Harper kissed him back, she felt around for the lock, pushing the key in and turning it, twisting the knob at the same time. At the sound of the lock, Jax broke the kiss and a coy smirk came over his face. Harper giggled, rushing inside and away from him, but Jax was faster and caught her waist as she tried to maneuver around the kitchen table. Harper squealed and laughed as he wrapped both arms around her, burying his face in her hair. Harper bit her lip as Jax laid soft kisses along her neck, peeling her out of her jacket and tugging off her half apron from work, dropping them both on the table. Harper turned to him and pushed off his Kutte and hoodie as he sealed his lips against hers. Once the clothing dropped to the floor, Jax quickly pulled off his flannel and the plain white T that was underneath.
Harper giggled and slowly made her way to her room, wiggling out of her work clothes along the way. Jax smirked and followed her, taking her hips and pulling her back toward him, nuzzling her neck. Harper smirked and tilted her head back, turning her head to face him as she ran he fingers through his hair. Jax’s hands slid down her stomach and unbuttoned her shorts, pushing them down. As Harper let out a soft chuckle, she pulled away from him, turning as she did, and walked back until the back of her legs hit the bed and she sat down, scooting back on the mattress. Jax smirked and made quick work of his pants before he rushed to her, hovering over her and sliding an arm around her to hold her close.
“Someone is impatient.” Harper teased, her voice soft and sensual, as she trailed a finger over his lower lip. Jax smirked and said, “We had a 3 day run and you couldn’t come. I missed my woman.”
Harper giggled as he claimed her lips once more. As much as she wanted to tease him, she couldn’t deny that she missed him too. A soft moan escaped her lips as Jax dug his fingers into the waistband of her panties, tugging them down. She broke the kiss and quickly unhooked her bra, ripping it off as Jax tossed her panties away. Harper giggled and let her bra drop onto the floor as Jax kicked off his boxers.
“If you missed me so much, prove it.” She teased. She gripped the dog tags that hung around his neck and gently pulled him back down, whispering against his lips, “Take me.” Just before she crushed her lips to his.
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Jax slowly blew out the hit he’d taken and laid back on Harper’s bed as she started lighting incense on her dresser. Jax smirked and looked her over; Wrapped up in just the sheet, he still eyed the outline of her curves before gazing down at her legs. He loved her legs. He wasn’t too sure what it was about them, but he loved to have his hands on them at all times. Though most times, she smacked his hands away when he got a little too adoring of them, especially when they were around the club or Kacey. With a soft sigh, Harper stretched and let the sheet fall to the ground as she dug through her drawers for a clean pair of panties and a bra. As she hooked the bra and got it in place, she made her way back to the bed, flopping down and plucking the joint from Jax’s fingers as he offered it to her. She smirked and took a hit, holding it in a little longer before exhaling a smooth line of smoke. She smirked and cuddled up to Jax, his arm sliding around her waist to pull her closer. He kissed her, softly at first, then a little deeper, taking care to remember the lit joint in her hand. He broke the kiss and smiled down at her.
“I still don’t get it, Harp.” Jax said with a chuckle, taking the joint from her for another few puffs. “If Kacey knows, why do you have to cover up whenever I’m here for no reason?”
Harper shrugged, taking another hit before handing it to him, as she laid her head on his chest, though inside she was screaming. “Dunno. Kind of used to hiding? We had to hide our boyfriends from our Aunt and Uncle growing up. Just habit, I guess.” She said with a chuckle. It wasn’t a complete lie, but it was enough to keep Jax in the dark about Kacey not knowing they were together. Jax chuckled and pressed a kiss to her temple before he handed her the joint. She took it and puffed on it for a while as Jax got up and pulled on his boxers and jeans. Harper rolled over, reaching for the ashtray on her nightstand. She snubbed out the joint then set it on the side, sitting up.
“You’re not leaving already, are you?” She asked, with a fake pout. Jax looked at her and chuckled, half crawling onto the bed to kiss her slowly. Harper giggled and cupped his face, pulling him back onto the bed. Jax gave a soft groan when she pulled him too far and he jumped, a little, to land properly on the bed, making Harper squeak as he hovered over her. She looked up at him and giggled, sliding her nails down his chest, lightly.
“I’ve gotta go sometime, babe.” He said with a chuckle. Harper nodded with a soft sigh, slowly dragging her gaze up to meet his. “We’ve got chapel at 8 but I can come back if it’s not too late.”
He kissed her again, quickly, then got off the bed to grab his shirt and tug it on. Harper sighed and sat up, crossing her legs under her as she watched him. When he shrugged his Kutte on, he turned back to her and smiled. Jax went back to her, Harper shifting to sit on the edge of the bed. Jax came down, bracing a hand on either side of her and said, “Leave the window open for me?”
“If I must.” She teased as he leaned closer, invading her space to give her a final kiss goodbye. Harper sighed as she watched him walk out of the bedroom. Finally, Harper stood and rooted through her closet to pull out a black and yellow patterned sundress and pulled it on, slipping into her sandals as she did. She swiped her sunglasses from the dresser and followed Jax to the kitchen. “Do you want me to take you back? Kacey might be back soon. Opie could give you a ride.”
Jax chuckled as he lit a cigarette and shook his head. “The day I ride bitch seat on a bike is when I go out with my girl.” He said, gripping the side of her dress and pulling her closer. Harper laughed and slid her arms around his neck, kissing him softly.
“So is that a yes?” She asked. Jax nodded and let her go as she moved to the table digging around in her purse for her keys. Jax opened the garage door and waited in the driveway while Harper started her car and backed out. Jax climbed in and slid in next to her, sliding a hand over her thigh. Harper gave him a look to which he responded with a smirk. She shook her head and started down the road, heading back to TM. When she got close, she pulled over so none of the members would see Jax kiss her goodbye and slip out of the truck. She waited until Jax disappeared behind the gate and turned around, headed back home to wait for her sister.
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Kacey was silent the whole ride over to Opie’s place; which he found unusual, as she was usually trying to talk to him about something. But given the afternoon she’d had, it wasn’t something he pushed to ask about until they rolled up in the driveway. Kacey seeming to be rooted to her spot on the back of his bike, which was most definitely not normal. Opie shifted to look over his shoulder at her as he placed a hand over her wrist, giving it a squeeze to get her attention, a frown tugging down the corners of his lips as her blue eyes snapped up to meet his; panicked for a brief moment before it faded and she forced a smile.
“You sure you’re alright?” Opie asked for what was probably the millionth time since they’d left the Clubhouse, feeling there was something she wasn’t telling him, but not wanting to overstep her boundaries...after all, they had originally agreed that this was just a casual arrangement. No strings attached, no feelings.
“I’m fine, Ope.” Kacey rolled her eyes as she climbed off the back of his bike finally and removed her helmet. She paused for moment, fidgeting with the chin strap, before clearing her throat and adding, “It’s just been a while...since I’ve had an attack like that. I’m just still a little on edge I guess.” Kacey averted her gaze as Opie climbed off of his bike and approached her carefully.
“Hey,” He started as he took her chin lightly, tilting it upward and forcing her to look at him. “I got you...and you know if you ever wanted to talk about it I’d listen. No judgements.” Kacey smirked lightly as she wrapped her arms around his waist and stared up at him. She appreciated the offer, she really did, but she knew in her heart that if she ever told him the full truth of what was going on...that no judgements bullshit would go right out the window. So instead Kacey settled for reaching up on her tiptoes to press her lips against his in a fairly heated kiss; not caring that they were still standing in his driveway putting on a display for all the neighbors to see.
“I swear. To. God, Woman…” Opie groaned as Kacey pulled away, biting her lip as she hooked her finger behind his belt buckle and tugged forward lightly. “One of these days…”
“You’ll what?” Kacey teased back as she arched a brow, letting out a squeal as Opie scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder as he made a break for the front door, all but kicking it open when he struggled to get the key in the lock. Kacey was back on her feet and pressed against the wall before the door had even fully closed behind them; Opie’s lips back against hers as she pushed his Kutte off and tossed it over the back of the nearest chair as his own hands stripped her over her over shirt and vest, followed by her tank top, before undoing the button on her jeans.
“Eager much?” Kacey giggled as she stood up on her tiptoes, trying to get his shirt off. The only response she got out of him was a low growl as he removed his shirt for her, Kacey managing to get as far as undoing his belt buckle before his hands were gripping her ass and her legs were around his waist as Opie hoisted her up; lips locked as he fumbled blindly through the house trying to get to the bedroom. Not even caring if they knocked over or destroyed half his house in the process.
Kacey’s back collided with his mattress roughly as they finally made it to the bedroom, panting as she tried to catch her breath while Opie stripped off her jeans and boots before removing his own. The mattress dipping under his weight as he crawled over the top of her, his lips finding their way to her throat as she tangled her hands in his hair, tugging lightly as a moan escaped past her lips.
Kacey gave a soft chuckle then said, “Hmm, I guess your little butt buddies weren’t enough for you on your run?” A small yelp left her lips soon after as Opie nipped at the sensitive flesh of her neck in response. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties as he pulled away for a moment to look up her as he replied, “You’re about to fuckin’ find out.” Kacey letting out a loud squeal as Opie latched onto her neck, his hands traveling down her sides to grip her hips.
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Prompt: When you’re dealing with ridicule at school, Jax helps you out
Word Count: 1210
Warnings: Bullying, abandonment
A/N:
Charming wasn’t a bad place, but there were bad people and they weren’t always who you would expect.
“Hey baby,” Gemma was sitting in her office looking over some files. “You alright?”
“Just a shit day, ready to get some work done and go to bed.”
Your parents had kicked you out at 16 and you had found one of the only places hiring, Teller-Morrow. Gemma was the only one who worked in the office so it was nice to finally get some help, and since you were living there for free helping her was the least you could do.
“Everything’s buttoned up here, why don’t you go see if some of the guys need some help? Let ‘em know I’ll have dinner ready by 6.” You nodded. This was a typical night at the clubhouse, over the past 2 years you would come there after school and help out before either crashing in one of the apartments or going home with Gemma depending on how busy things were.
The lot was bustling as a few cars were being worked on between some of the motorcycles. “Heyo there darlin!” Chibs called patting the bench seat next to him. “You look upset, what’s the matter?”
You had been with the club for 2 years, helping them and hanging out with them, but you never once brought your shit in for them to deal with. “Nothing, I’m fine. Gemma says dinner’s at 6 and told me to help where I can.”
Tig wasted no time ordering you around but you knew it was all in love, he understood you want to earn and not take so if there was something to do he was going to make you do it. You spent the next few hours learning the different parts of his bike and which tools were used for what. “Dinner!”
You started to put away the tools and greasy rags but Chibs grabbed your elbow gently. “There’ll be time enough for that later, let’s get you fed.” Everyone crowded in the clubhouse filling their plates with the spaghetti and garlic bread the girls had made. “You never told me what’s wrong.”
Chibs had plopped down across from you holding your gaze expectantly. “Nothing’s wrong.” But he wasn’t believing you. “It’s high school bullshit, you’re not interested in that at all.”
“Maybe not, but I care about you and if it feels better to let it out then let it out.”
Shaking your head you just pushed around the noodles. “It’s stupid, I shouldn’t even let it bother me.” Chibs made a face that told you he couldn’t help you if you didn’t talk. “My parents kicked me out, I’ve been living with the MC...it’s a pretty easy target.”
“You’re saying they’re picking on you?” His voice got dark, protective. “What’re they saying?”
“That no one wants me. That I have to earn my keep with bikers because even my own parents didn’t want me, and they’re not wrong but-”
“Hey baby, you’re coming home with us tonight got it?” Gemma had come behind you wrapping an arm around your shoulder in a quick hug. She had heard everything you said to Chibs and she was going to make it right. “Jax, come here.”
The next morning your alarm went off and you got ready for school, it had been an easy night of dishes and being sent to do homework, but for some reason you still couldn’t feel like you were waking up. A shower helped and you spend the extra time you had curling your hair just like Gemma had taught you before picking out clothes.
Opening your bedroom door though, you were surprised to find Jax standing on the other side fist raised and ready to knock. “We’re gonna be late.”
“What do you mean we?”
Jax was only a year older than you, 19 and already a patched member of the club. “I need to run out that way anyway, figured I’d give you a ride to school.”
“Wanna show off to all the pretty little legals?”
His lopsided smile melted your heart a little bit. “Something like that. Get your jacket.”
For your birthday the club had chipped in and bought you a leather jacket you’d had your eye on, it was exactly what you wanted and needed for riding with any of them.
Flipping your hair into the helmet you let Jax step on and start the engine before slipping in behind him. You had rode with Jax so many times that it was easy for you to be comfortable. The rumble of the engine, the way he sped along long stretches of road because he knew you loved it, even the way he tapped your hand to check if you were alright. Everything about Jax was caring.
Pulling into the parking lot at school you suddenly felt a knot in your stomach. The noise was getting a lot of attention and you were starting to worry that this was only going to make things worse. Jax turned the engine off and flipped the kickstand out so you could get off safely, his buzz cut had started growing out so the wind hadn’t gotten to it. “Enjoy yourself?”
“More than you know.” Taking the helmet off you shook out your hair and felt the curls bounce along your shoulder blade. “You gonna pick me up too?”
“Well it was gonna be a surprise.” You laughed thanking Jax for bringing you before starting off towards the door. “Y/N, wait up!”
He took a few steps towards you, that lopsided smile on his face again. “What?”
His fingers were calloused against your cheek, a stark comparison to how soft his lips were. The kiss only lasted for a moment before Jax pulled away and gave you a soft peck. “Had to give ‘em something to talk about. I’ll see you later.”
You watched as Jax rode off smiling back at you before turning the corner, he had everyone’s attention.
For the rest of the day you heard people talking, but not in the way you would expect. No one mentioned the fact that you had no family or that you lived with bikers, but they did talk about how intimidating Jax looked with his tattoos and kutte. No one bothered you all day and the power you now held was exhilarating.
When the bell rang you took your time gathering your things and pulling your leather jacket back on but when you got outside you knew exactly where Jax was.
A group had surrounded him trying to ask questions about the bike and the MC, he was leaning against the seat with his ankles crossed. “Can you all just cool it? I’m here to pick up my girl.” Once they realized you were there everyone parted. The guys looked at you in awe while the girls just looked jealous. “There she is, ready to go babe?”
He held out a helmet using it to pull you in for a kiss before starting the bike. As you left the parking lot you knew everyone was still watching, but all that mattered was Jax tapping your hand and breathing a sigh of relief when you hugged him tighter.
Four years. It’s been four years since I last saw his face. It’s been four years since I told him that I loved him. It’s been four years since I last felt like I had a family.
I held my suitcase close to my side as we all unloaded from the bus. As my feet hit the ground and the air hit my nose. I knew I was home.
“Have a great stay in Charming!” The bus driver yelled at me before pulling away from the station.
‘Charming, California. I never thought I’d see this place again.’ I thought to myself as I began to walk down the road and back to the only place I’ve ever could call home. As I walked I heard the rumble of motorcycles coming down the street as I stopped and turned to see a herd of Samcro bikers and bikes speeding down the road. I smiled to myself as I continued my journey down the road.
Soon enough, I began to see the sign of the reaper on the side of a building while a sign read ‘Teller-Morrow Auto’ I smiled as I began to pick up the pace. Once I reached the gates I could see some men working on cars, while others were lounging around. I could see the Croweaters busy at work to try and please the sons as they got off their bikes and then I saw him.
Jax Teller.
The boy who made my heart skip a thousand beats. Jax had been getting off his bike when this older woman approached him and put her hand on his shoulder.
‘Wait. I know her… It’s Gemma.’ I thought to myself as smiled. I began to take a deep breath before walking in. I watched as Gemma and Jax began to take notice of my arrival with confused looks. As I began to come close I noticed Tig begin to stand up and head for my direction.
“Hello Dollface, is there something I can help you with?” Tig said as I laid my suitcase beside me.
“Actually, yeah there is,” I said without taking my sunglasses off.
“Lay it on me,” Tig responded with a smirk.
“I’m looking for my favorite uncle. He works at Teller-Morrow, he’s a member of the famous biker gang ‘Sons of Anarchy’, he’s about 6’1 with black curly hair and sometimes goes by the name Tig. Do you know him by any chance?” I questioned with a smirk. Tig began to chuckle as he looked back at Jax and them.
“I do, actually. My name’s Tig but I don-” I cut Tig off by removing my sunglasses with a smirk.
“Hey Tig, did you miss me?” I said as Tig’s mouth dropped in awe.
“(Y/-(Y/N)?” Tig stuttered out as I nodded my head with a big smile spreading across my face. The next thing I knew Tig had engulfed me into a hug as he picked me up and begun to spin me around.
“Baby girl! I thought you were gone for good. I missed you so fucking much!” Tig yelled out as I giggled.
“I missed you too,” I said as Tig finally began to put me down. “How is everyone? Where’s John? I missed him so much.” I questioned as Tig looked to the ground before looking back at me.
“Uh, maybe you should see Jax and Opie first. They haven’t been the same since you left.” I nodded my head as Tig signaled Opie to come over first.
“What is it, man?” Opie questioned as he began to walk over into our direction.
“I have someone I want you to see,,” Tig said as he smiled and moved out of Ope’s way.
“Wh- (Y/-(Y/N)?” Opie said as he stopped mid-walk.
“Yeah, it’s been awhile,” I said as Opie ran and picked me up just as Tig did.
“How have you been? Where did you go? Does Jax know you’re back?” Opie questioned all at once as I giggled.
“For one, I’ve been good, for two, I went to New York for a little while and for three, not yet. I think I got them all.” I said as Opie chuckled and nodded his head.
“You did.” By now, everyone began to crowd around us as I began to see some new faces and some old faces. “Speaking of Jax, where is he?” I questioned as Opie began to look around before he pointed over towards his bike. I nodded before pushing through the crowd and walking over to him.
“Well, well, well, the Prince of Charming is it? I bet you thought you never see this face again?” I questioned as Jax’s mouth dropped in awe.
“(Y/-(Y/N)?! Is that you?!” Jax questioned as he pushed himself off his bike before coming towards me.
“The one and only, I said with a smirk as Jax’s eyes lit up and he ran towards me and wrapped me in his arms.
“I thought you were gone for good… Especially after what happened the night you left.” I half smiled as I tried not to bring up the memories of my past as Jax wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
“I was going to be but I missed my family too much… I missed you too much.” I said as a faded blush spread across Jax’s cheeks.
“I missed you too. You know, in honor of you coming back, I’m going to throw you one hell of a welcome home party.” Jax said as I giggled.
“Well, how was your trip?” I turned to see Gemma standing behind me and Jax with her arms crossed and a playful smirk on her face.
“Eh, New York is not as eventful as here. It doesn’t compare to this place.” I said as Gemma chuckled before opening her arms and coming towards me.
“I missed you, baby,” Gemma said as she pulled me in for a hug. I smiled as I hugged her back.
“I missed you too,” I said as we pulled away and Jax’s arm came around my shoulders again.
“You know John and I almost tore a strip out of him after he told us you were gone and then we almost skinned him alive when he told us why you left.” I chuckled as a question popped into my head.
“Speaking of John, where is he? I missed his wittiness and sarcasm.” I said as I looked around while Gemma and Jax exchanged worried glances.
“Why don’t I get you settled in and then I’ll tell you where John is sound good?” I nodded my head with a confused look coming across my face.
“Okay,” I said simply as Jax nodded.
“Well, do you have a place to stay?” Jax questioned as I shook my head. “Well, you can stay in my dorm with me. Like old times.” Jax said with a smirk as I chuckled.
“As long as you don’t hog the blankets like you used too, you’ve got yourself a deal,” I said as Jax chuckled as he walked me into the club.
When we got into the club I immediately felt like I was home. The smell of cheap perfume, alcohol and stale cigarettes hit my nostrils when I first walked in. I smiled as the boys all looked over in my direction with shocked and confused faces.
