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Jensen Barbosa. 35.  Mechanic. Owner of Frankie's Auto Repair. Fully Patched Member of The Sinners .

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She’d fully taken his length, his cock twitching at the warmth that surrounded it. Through all their years that they had been together, he had only slept with her. Jensen had always been loyal, so when he slept with those other women after he was released, it just wasn’t the same. No one compared to her, though maybe he was a little biased. “You have no idea,” he murmured back. There was no denying that, and if his words wouldn’t prove that he had, his actions surely would. A sigh left his lips, though it sounded a little choked as it came out with a moan, when she started moving her hips up and down. He couldn’t even feel her nails digging into his skin, as the pleasure overruled that light pain. As she pressed her chest against his, his hands moved down to grab her ass. Jensen had never been a noisy man in the bedroom, but every now and then a soft moan would escape, his eyes closing as he just enjoyed the pleasure that ran through his body. They shot open, though, as she mumbled those three words into his mouth. Jensen froze for a second, a mix of emotions suddenly hitting him. He knew he loved her, no matter what. But he wouldn’t be able to reciprocate those words to her, not now. Instead he kept his gaze locked with hers, hoping his eyes would do the talking so his mouth wouldn’t have to. While still inside her, he switched their positions so he was on top, with Avery lying on her back. Jensen started pounding into her, his face hovering over hers as he kept their eyes locked.

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       Stopped in her path, Ronnie wasn’t just surprised and lost for words, she was overwhelmed with a flood of memories than spanned across many years. It wasn’t until he acknowledged her that reality set in, his words tainted with the undeniable, underlying bitterness that had built up between them. “Jensen,” she managed, not courageous enough to give him a once over, let alone look him in the eye. “I actually just handed one over to the manager here..” 

There was some tension between the two, even though it had been a long time since the two had really spoken. Or done things they used to do, in a past life. She could barely even look him in the eye, but his gaze stayed fixed on her. If only they hadn’t been on opposite sides, things could’ve been different. “Did you happen to see if it was mine?”

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first-lady-eleanor‌:

Eleanor nodded her head in response to him thanking her, letting her thumb sweep over the engraving before she set it back in her pocket. Her eyes glanced once again up to the night sky that was being contaminated by the air pollution. She had spent many a night camping in countries where the skies where almost as might with the stars as the sun shone in the day. One of the many things she missed about moving around. “It’s a shame,” she noted before finally meeting his eyes again, “Oxford, a town to the north-west of London. A far cry from the desert anyway”. 

Jensen just shrugged, not really caring for it much. Stars were just stars, if anyone asked him. He wasn’t really the type to stargaze anyway, even if there had been stars in Las Vegas. “Oxford?” He repeated, his voice laced with surprised, as well as his brows that shot up. “You’re a long way from home, sweetheart,” he said, stating the obvious. Her accent had already given away that she wasn’t from the States, but part of him wondered what the hell she was doing here. “What brought you all the way to Vegas? Or who?” A small smirk played on his lips. Jensen never considered himself a curious or nosy person, but she had sparked some sort of interest. Maybe it was the accent.

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What did Marley know? She’d never hit a dog before–thankfully–but as far as courses of action went, calling someone seemed like a good one. Shivering from the rain, she nodded her head, arms wrapped around herself. “Can we…can we at least move him inside first?” The rain couldn’t have been helping the situation. “My p-phone’s dead, but I…if you have one I can use, I can call someone. I just…” She sniffled, shaking her head. “Oh, God, I just really want him to be okay.”

“Yeah, uh, alright.” Jensen crouched down, placing his hands on the dog so he’d have a good grip to carry him back to the garage. Never had he thought his day would end with carrying a bloodied dog, getting it all over himself too in the process. Making his way back to the garage, he placed the dog on the ground. Retrieving his phone from the back pocket of his work overall, he handed it over to the blonde. “Here you go. He’ll be fine. I’m getting some wet towels.” What for, he wasn’t sure, but he wasn’t really sure what else to do, either.

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The sound of his name rolling off her tongue in a whimper sent a shiver down his spine. It had been so long since he’d heard that kind of desperation in her voice. His eyes were focused on hers as her centre hovered over his erection. A groan rumbled through his chest, as that was the only answer he could muster up as of right now. Her words only made his breathing go heavier. He was so close to just rocking his hips up and slamming into her, but that’s when she lowered herself onto him. “Fuck,” he hissed out as he slid into her core. It had been so long since he’d felt her walls around his cock, the thought alone was nearly enough to send him over the edge. But he knew he needed to try and make it last a little longer. Her moans sounded like music to his ears. They were, no doubt, one of his favorite sounds. He detached their lips and slowly lowered himself on the bed, now lying down instead of sitting up. Both his hands rested on her hips, going along with the slow movements she made. Jensen knew what she was doing. “Move,” he groaned out, as his right hand moved up to massage her breast, his finger stroking over the hardened nipple in teasing circles. His other hand still rested on her hip, fingers digging into her flesh, surely leaving some sort of bruise in the morning. 

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        “Just yesterday,” Adam remembered, his brows furrowing slightly as he tried to remember whether there had been anything odd about it. Knowing himself though, he’d been too preoccupied by his phone to pay much attention. “Alright, I guess that’s still better than a lot of other stuff that could have happened,” he admitted with a sigh, running his hand through his hair. “Do you need any help with that?”

“That’s good,” he said, “means it hasn’t done much damage to the engine ‘n all.” Jensen would need some more buckets in order to empty the whole tank, figuring that if it had been filled yesterday it would still be pretty full. “It is,” he agreed with a short nod. “Nah, should be all good. Emptying and flushing it will take me half an hour, then we need to fill it. You can stick around if you want, I don’t mind.”

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The feeling of the warmth of her tongue against his still clad bulge made him shut his eyes tightly for a second, his jaws clenched. There was no time for little teases now, he’d decided. Her words, her touches – everything was enough to drive him crazy. His hands reached the clasp of her bra, and once that was loose he threw it behind him on the floor. While his first thought was to cup her breast, his hand travelled down, fingers tugging at the hem of her panties, pulling them down in a swift motion. His middle finger teased her entrance, before slipping his entire finger in. A sly smirk settled on his lips as he noticed how wet she was. “I can tell,” he mumbled. His own arousal didn’t go unnoticed either, though, and he knew that. His finger pumped in and out a couple of times, before he added another. Jensen wanted to show her what he could do, in comparison to those other guys that had been around. That thought sparked a little twinge of jealousy again – the thought of someone else being inside of his girl. It only made his actions more aggressive. He didn’t want to push her over the edge yet, though, so he abruptly took his fingers out. “Show me,” he whispered. By now his boxers had come off, and he sat down on the bed. Placing both his hands on her waist, he pulled her onto his lap. “Show me how much you missed me,” he repeated the words he’d spoken only a moment before, though this time they had a different tone. He wasn’t asking for reassurance, this time he was telling her to show him. 

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      “Oh, don’t worry about it. It’s totally fine, I’ll take it as a compliment,” she grinned, waving it off easily. Freya hardly took offense in something like that. “I try to. Work gets in the way a lot of the time, but whenever I get a day off, I try to take a good long ride. Do you drive? A bike, I mean?”

All he gave in return was a smile, as she brushed off his minor misunderstanding. Jensen could relate to her words. Riding his bike was probably one of the things he missed most while he was in prison. “I do – every day.” It was his only way of transportation, as he didn’t own a car. “You don’t hear girls sayin’ they ride a bike very often,” he commented with a low chuckle. 

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Her hands roaming his body only made him walk faster, especially when Avery leaned back to pull off her shirt, leaving her in just her bra. God, how he’d missed that sight. Jensen would never grow tired of it. As he finally reached the bedroom, he walked in and dropped her on the bed, pulling off his own shirt and dropping it somewhere on the floor before he hovered over her and attached his lips to hers again. Only for a moment, though, before he started to focus on getting rid of the rest of her clothing. “Show me how much you missed me,” he whispered, his lips now traveling down to her chest and placing soft kisses there. Jensen needed to know she meant it, whether it was just physically missing him, or missing all of it, all of what they had. He’d missed her, in every way possible. But he knew this was fucked up. There were so many things they still needed to talk about, but it appeared this one hinder needed to be cleared first. One of his hands started working on the button of her pants, and once he’d unbuttoned that, he yanked it down to her ankles. His palm gently stroked her bundle of nerves over the fabric of her underwear. He wasn’t sure how much teasing he would be able to do, though, before he’d completely lose it. Jensen loved to tease, and to receive it, too. His mouth traveled south even more, his teeth grazing the skin right above the hem of her underwear as he took off her shoes and managed to get her pants past her ankles and throwing it somewhere across the room. His lips traced a line all the way down to her core, as he placed a few soft kisses on it. His hands were working on his belt, trying to kick off his own shoes in the process, too. While he tried to take his time with every single thing, he wanted to hurry, too, not wanting to stall any of this for any longer.

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           Jackie rose from the couch and smoothed down the front of her shirt to rid herself of any wrinkles that showed up, laughing at how eager Jensen was being. Then again, three years behind bars? Jackie couldn’t entirely blame him. She lived for a good cooked breakfast. “Ready as ever.” The brunette then turned to slip on a pair of sandals she kept near the door for simple ventures out the door, and slung her purse over her shoulder. She waited until Jensen was out the door before she flicked the lock to the deadbolt, and would turn to head for her own car. “Is it weird?” She wondered out loud. “Being back and all?”

“It’s fuckin’ weird,” he answered as they walked up to her car. It was something he thought a lot about when he was still inside – how were things going to be when he got out? “You don’t realize what it does to you until you’re out, y’know?” Now he had to readjust, try to somehow find a routine in his own life when he’d gotten so used to the usual prison routine. Jensen slid into the passenger side of her car, waiting for her to start the engine and drive off. “Anyways, what’d I miss while I was gone?” Of course the boys came to update him from time to time, but he surely missed a lot while he was behind bars.

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         Finding a spot right by the door, Rebekah smiled as she cut the ignition, exiting the vehicle. Meeting her friend by the door, the woman suddenly felt excited to be trying a new place and new food. Due to her job, Rebekah’s time was consumed with catching perps, writing reports and investigating her own cold case. Vegas wasn’t necessarily a large city, and yet Rebekah hadn’t explored most of it. Rubbing her hands together, the woman nodded to her friend, happily taking a seat at the nearest booth. “It better be something out of a dream if you’re hyping it up this much,” the woman warned, pointing a finger at Jensen. “Or Lydia is sleeping with you tonight.”

“You know me – if I say something’s good, it’s good, believe me.” Jensen nearly wanted to comment on how he’d never lie, but that didn’t feel right. While he always told himself that simply hiding something wasn’t always lying, the line between the two tended to get blurry. Especially in this situation. Entering the place, he took a seat opposite of Rebekah. “I’m not sure who would suffer more,” he commented with a small smirk playing on his lips. Their friendship was special, and she was one of the very few people he trusted with his life. Yet not enough to tell her about the MC, though that was far for different – obvious – reasons. He pushed one of the menus towards her, not bothering to take a look at it as he already knew what he was going to order.

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They  were playing with fire and would surely get burnt in the end. In fact, Avery knew that this would turn to bite her in the ass. It was a mere pause within the mess of problems they had, and would surely cause another onslaught of them to come forward. If she was confused about what they were doing and what consequences would follow, she couldn’t imagine how it must have felt for him. However, she’d begun to understand that the two had thrown caution to the wind. They wanted to fall back into the comfort of one another and as long as he was willing to follow, she wouldn’t be the one to change her mind. In fact, the same shivers that had once coursed through her due to the male’s touch returned. Every brief sensation caused to push forward memories of a better time, to the past fifteen years of being with one another. Her body responded to him, did its best to welcome his touches in a small space as she wandered his own body. However, frustration slipped past her lips when the cab stopped and she was encouraged to follow the male. Thankfully, the walk to the door was short apart from the brunette attempting to find, and then fumbling for the lock. “You’re distracting me.” She whispered to him, though she instantly leaned into him. Thankfully, she ended up with the door open and pulled him in quickly before slamming it shut behind them.

As soon as the door shut behind them, Jensen took this as his cue to really show her what she’d missed. Before she could slip away, he pushed her up against the door, attaching his lips to hers again. Part of him felt weird, being back in their once shared apartment, with his ex-girlfriend, making out and presumably ending up tangled between the sheets of the bed they used to sleep in together before he got put behind bars. It confused him, but he tried his best to shove those thoughts to the back of his mind and instead focus on the current situation. His right hand cupped her breast, though slowly made its way up to the strap of her dress, sliding it off her shoulder. His lips moved roughly against hers, slipping his tongue between her lips to further deepen the kiss. Breaths got heavier, and it got harder to contain himself. After three years, could anyone really blame him? The brief visitations they had in the first year, when she still visited him, made it nearly impossible to have any sort of intimacy. Her legs were between his, and Jensen rocked forward just slightly to grind his growing bulge, still covered by his jeans, against her leg, showing her the effect she had on him. Breaking the kiss, he kissed her jawline all the way up to her ear, softly biting into her lobe. “I need you, now,” he whispered, snaking his arm around her waist and pulling her up, waiting for her to wrap her legs around his middle so he could carry her to the bedroom.

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She turned her head when she heard the voice address her and she nodded at his question, “Certainly,” she nodded as she held out her lighter to him; it was gold and engraved with a compass on the side, a tribute to her heart that longed for freedom and new adventures…and always would. She waited for another moment as her eyes moved up to the sky, “You’re never able to see the stars here,” she noted, voicing something she noticed more than once since moving to Las Vegas permanently. 

He took the lighter from her, placing the cigarette between his lips and bringing the small flame up to the tip of the toxic stick, only pulling it back once the cigarette was lit. “Thanks,” he mumbled with the cigarette still between his lips, handing the lighter back. Jensen never paid much attention to those things, but this one in particular looked original – like it had been handmade. Raising a brow at her words, he too, looked up at the sky. He’d noticed it before, though never really cared much for it. Couldn’t miss something you’d never had, or so he’d always tell himself. “That’s right,” he commented. “Where you from?” The question was forward, though probably not the first time she’d heard it.

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It was twisted and she knew she was. But she was greedy and wanted to know that he still belonged to her even though she hadn’t stayed by his side. It was different now when she saw him and knew that he was out. Perhaps she’d made a mistake cutting him off, but it had been for her own sanity at the time. Nonetheless, she wasn’t foolish enough to believe that this was all it would take to make it all better. Frankly, this may have well been the worst decision the two of them could make. He’d gotten out of prison, she was getting used to having him around — and if that wasn’t complicated enough, they were bringing sex into it. “Good,” she whispered against his lips as she pressed her mouth into his. The taxi cab lurched forward and sped down the road, surely hoping to get there quickly before the people in the back started to removing clothing or doing too much. Hands gripped and pulled at the material he wore, attempting to feel and pry at his body. She’d missed him, and wanted to familiarize herself with what she’d missed for so long. While sex was just sex with many people, it was on an entire other level with Jensen. After fifteen years, they’d come to know one another’s body perfectly and could navigate pleasure zones with their eyes closed.

Jensen knew it was wrong, and yet he needed it so bad. He’d missed her – her scent, her body, everything. The way their lips moved together, everything felt so right. But he knew better than that. He knew that it wasn’t all fun and games. Maybe part of him wanted to prove to her, but also to himself, that she couldn’t be without him. That she’d left him, but yet here she was, straddling him and latching onto him as if nothing had happened. Jensen couldn’t help it. He loved her, had so for the last decade and wasn’t planning on stopping anytime soon, even if part of him resented her. Or more so her actions. It seemed like everything around him was long gone. He’d long forgotten about the driver, his hands exploring her body, starting with her legs. The gentle, yet firm stroke all the way up to her thighs, softly teasing her with the soft caresses. He knew what he was doing. They both knew each other through and through, better than anyone else ever would. As the car came to a sudden stop, Jensen assumed they had arrived at their once shared place. Letting go of Avery for a moment, he retrieved his wallet from his pocket and slid a fifty dollar bill in the driver’s hand, not even bothering to wait for the change as he immediately got out of the car and pulled Avery along with him. As they arrived in front of the door, he waited for her to get the keys as his lips started working on her neck, making sure to leave a few marks here and there. “Hurry up,” he mumbled into her ear, tracing the skin of her ear with his lips. 

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Marley nodded her head, all she was able to do to confirm to the man that he was correct. Just thinking about the poor animal was almost enough to send her into a new round of tears, but she knew she needed to remain at least semi-calm in order to get him to help her. “I got ‘im to the shoulder.” Lifting him had been her problem, not moving him the few feet out of any further harm. It would explain the patches of blood on her clothes. “Thank you.” She all but sighed, following Jensen out of the store and into the rain, heart breaking at the sight of the animal laid out in front of her truck. Not able to speak, she nodded her head, her shaking hands folded in front of her lips.

“Shit,” Jensen mumbled at the sight of the dog. Not only did he have to deal with that, but also with the blonde who was in complete panic. What was he supposed to do? Take the animal into the garage or call some sort of animal rescue? Inching closer to the animal, he took a good look. Jensen wasn’t even sure if the dog was still breathing, “You – uh, you think we should call someone?” Dead people he could handle, somehow that was less of an issue than dead animals. Living animals, too, if he was honest. “Probably, right? They can help him, patch him up or whatever.” 

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She knew that she had no right to be mad, but she was. Nor did she have a right to be sad at the confession, but she was. She’d filled her own sorrows with other people, only to feel more empty afterwards. Therefore, she couldn’t blame him to have done the same thing, especially when she’d — more or less — thrown him out of the house. Bitting her lower lip, she let out a soft sigh. At least she knew, and at least they were both guilty of it. “It meant nothing,” she whispered to him. Whether she was talking for him or about herself, she wasn’t certain. Probably a little bit of both. No one could ever hold a candle to the other. They were just meaningless people who had been there. Grasping his hand, she tugged on it and lead him to the cab. Whether she’d come to regret this decision or not, she was more than willing to deal with the consequences of it. “None of them matter,” she echoed once more once she was settled into the cab, pressing her lips to his. “Tell me,” her eyes moved over him, wanting the assurance that she was still the only one who mattered — no matter how twisted it was to want to hear that from an ex she’d left. 

Jensen just looked at her, trying to get some sort of understanding of what was going on in her head. He knew she wouldn’t like hearing what he’d said, but it was the truth. He’d rather have her know now, than to keep it secret and possibly coming out later. If that was going to push her away, then so be it. Avery had left him once, what was going to stop her from doing it again? It meant nothing. Was she talking about his confession, or her own escapades? Maybe both. As she grabbed his hand again and dragged him to the cab, a quiet sigh of relief slipped past his lips. Once they were settled and told the driver where to go, her lips were back on his, though she continued to murmur words into his mouth. Her words were reassuring, though he wasn’t sure whether she was just playing a game, or genuinely wanted him to reassure her none of them mattered. “They don’t,” he mumbled, keeping his eyes locked with hers at all times. His hand reached up to her face, taking her chin between his thumb and index finger, bringing her face closer to his. “None of them matter,” he repeated her words, crashing his lips against hers again. 

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“When haven’t I been?” She bit back since she wasn’t one to be known for her patience, especially when it was something she wanted and it happened to be in reach. Had it been her, she would have dragged him into the dingy bathroom and fucked up right then and there. Still, she wanted it to be memorable, and on a bed. However, she wondered if this was his first time since he’d been released. Pulling back enough, she looked up at him as her breathing was still heavy — but she’d been able to control herself enough to ask him a question. “Have you slept with someone since you got released?” It made her an hyprocrite since she had slept with people ever since she’d distanced herself from him, but she needed to know. Her eyes darted towards the road when a taxi pulled up and indicated he was ready to give them a ride. She didn’t budge just yet as she gaze went back him. It wouldn’t necessarily make or break this night, but the question was out there and she had no plans on budging until she got an answer. 

A low chuckle slipped past his lips, “Good point.” Part of him had always liked that, even if sometimes it got on his nerves. Jensen had learned to deal with it, though. And had done a pretty good job, if anyone asked him. As she pulled pack, he pushed his brows together in a frown. Had she changed her mind? “What?” The question had caught him off guard, not even blinking an eye before he’d replied. Was she serious? He averted his gaze for a moment, feeling the guilt settle in the pit of his stomach. What for, though? He knew for a fact she’d slept with other people, too, and could she really blame him? He needed a release somewhere. As he locked his eyes with hers again, he gave her a short nod. “Yeah,” he mumbled, clearing his throat before he spoke up again. “I have.” Jensen heard a car pull up behind him, figuring that was a cab. Was she going to back down now? If she was, he wasn’t going to stop her. As much as he wanted her all to himself, she had no right to be pissed at him for that. He turned his head to look at the driver for a second, his eyes begging him to give them another second. As he turned back to look at her, Jensen awaited her response, his lips pressed together in a tight line.