MASTERLIST Heather/Rebel/Bravo Six 🔥18+ Only!!! If there's a rebel around you know it's gonna be one of us 😈🔥 Just living my life causing chaos as I go, fully fledged petrol head and live for my little beast of a car! Multi- fandom blog; F1, SEAL Team, SOA, MARVEL, CPD, Suits. Just a thirsty hoe for Charles Leclerc, Clay Spenser, Thor Odinson & Jax Teller 😍🥵🤤 The Clay To Chibsy’s Sonny 💜
Summary: Neither Y/N or Jax wanted to go back to reality, enjoying the life in the bubble they had created. Life was simple right now but something always got in the way of their happiness.
Warnings: none
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“Come on, let me drive for a bit.” You said softly, placing your hand on Jax’s arm, running your fingers over his tattoo.
“No,” he hummed, tapping his thumb against the steering wheel to the beat of the music. “I am fine, Baby.” He smirked as he glanced at the sat nav, realising that within half an hour he would be pulling up to the cabin. The famous Teller smirk sitting proudly on his face told you he was up to something.
Following his gaze, you squinted at the brightness of the screen that illuminated the front of the car. Thirty minutes ETA. Knitting your brows together you turned to Jax, even in the darkness you could see he had pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. His eyes shining bright with excitement, he knew he was busted but he didn’t care.
“Jax.”
“Yeah, babygirl?”
“Where are we going?” You asked, squeezing his arm slightly. You definitely weren’t on the way home. “What have you planned?”
“Okay, you got me,” he breathed out a laugh, glancing over at you. “So, I may have booked us an extra week away,” he hummed. “A little cabin in the woods. I booked it on Wednesday while you were napping. I was being torn apart with emotions, not knowing what I was going to do. All I knew was that I didn’t want to go back to reality but now — it’s the perfect place for our honeymoon.”
Tears started to form in your eyes, you couldn’t believe he had booked something so romantic, even if it was before feelings were confessed. “Who knew you could be so sweet?” You breathed trying not to let the tears fall.
“What can I say, you have always brought the best out in me.” He whispered, linking his fingers with yours. Pulling them to his lips, kissing every knuckle tenderly.
That's when the realization hit you like a ton of bricks. The whole reason for the random shopping trip. It wasn’t to drag out your stay in Vegas, it was because he knew neither of you had the right clothes for a week in a cabin. Letting out a shaky laugh, you shook your head at Jax. “You are one sneaky fucking devil.” You hummed, watching as his smirk only grew wider.
“I know.” He chuckled, glancing at the satnav to check where he was turning off, not wanting to miss the exit.
A comfortable silence fell over the two of you, letting the sound of the engine take over. It felt like your heart was about to burst any second from the amount of love you were getting from the man sitting by your side. You never thought that one day you would be married to your best friend but he was right, it was like the universe was guiding the both of you to this moment in time. All of the heartache, tears and pain of dating the wrong people, only having each other as a life line was a way of showing you what was right under your nose. Even though you were both too blind to see it at the time.
Keeping your eyes focused on the road, you noticed in the distance a small cabin, illuminated by the light on the front porch. You couldn’t really see the full extent of its beauty in the darkness of the night. But you knew come the morning it would reveal itself.
The car slowly came to a stop, making you turn your attention to Jax, watching as he ran his hands over his face. You knew he would be absolutely exhausted right now. Driving in the dark always affected him more than he would like to admit. “Come on then,” you whispered, undoing your seatbelt. “Lets get inside and get to bed, and don’t even try to tell me you aren’t tired Teller! it's written all over your face.”
After you grabbed a few things that you would need, Jax led you up to the front door of the cabin. Pulling his phone out he found the text for the key safe, crouching down he punched in the code, within a few moments he was unlocking the door.
Your breath was taken away the moment you stepped over the threshold, the soft ambient glow of the fairy lights around the fireplace bounced off the wood paneled walls. This place was stunning, he was right it was the perfect place for your honeymoon. Jax watched your eyes dart around the room, taking in the beauty of the place. He knew from the pictures you would end up falling in love with the place. He also knew that this wouldn’t just be a cabin in the woods, this would be a place you would come back to time after time.
The loud yawn that came from your husband’s mouth pulled you away from looking around, slowly you walked back over to him, placing your hand on his cheek. Instantly he nuzzled into your touch, his beard tickling the palm of your hand. “Come on, let's get you to bed.” You whispered before placing a gentle kiss against his lips.
Jax followed you through the cabin as you tried to find which room was the bedroom. It didn’t take long for you to find it, once again being taken back by the beauty of the room the moment you walked in. The wood walls paired with light cream accents provided an extremely cozy feel to the room. The large bed that sat proudly in the middle of the room looked extremely comfy and you knew that a lot of this week would be spent with you and Jax tangled up in the sheets.
But what you couldn’t take your eyes off was your husband, you were mesmerized by him. Watching as he slowly undressed until he was down to just a pair of tight black boxers, the top of his tattoo peeking out over the waistband. Following his lead, you stripped off leaving your clothes in a messy pile at the foot of the bed, before slowly climbing into bed. The moment your ass connected with the mattress Jax instantly pulled you in for a kiss that made your head spin. His touch was light and gentle but filled with so much love.
“I love you.” you whispered against his lips, as a sleepy smile spread across his face.
“I love you Mrs.Teller.” he hummed, pulling you down so you were now laying with your head resting on his bare chest. Letting his heartbeat lull you to sleep, wrapped up tightly in his arms.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee was the first thing you noticed as you started to wake up. Stretching your body out, feeling the coldness and emptiness of the space next to you. A pout formed on your face when you opened your eyes to find Jax was no longer in bed. Why wasn’t he still in bed? Rubbing your eyes with your fists, you contemplated rolling back over and going to sleep but the smell of coffee was calling you more.
Rolling out of bed, you let out a breath of happiness as you wiggled your toes feeling the softness of the fluffy rug that laid on the hardwood floor next to the bed. Glancing around the room a smirk played on your lips as you saw Jax’s flannel shirt laying over the back of the chair. Not bothering to find any other clothes you padded over to the dressing table, pulling the shirt over your head inhaling the musky scent of your husband mixed with his aftershave. It was a smell that made you weak at the knees.
You were in desperate need of a smoke and a large coffee. Smiling to yourself as you exited the bedroom you went on the hunt for Jax, knowing the cigarettes and coffee wouldn’t be too far away from him. Walking through the cabin you heard Jax singing softly on the balcony. Following the sound, you found him leaning against the railing, a cigarette hanging from his mouth singing along to whatever song was playing from his phone.
Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth you leaned against the doorframe just taking in the view of your husband wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants, ones that were hanging dangerously low on his hips.
“Morning.” you whispered, pushing yourself off the door frame taking a few steps closer to him before wrapping your arms around his waist, resting your forehead between his shoulder blades. Placing soft kisses along his tattoo.
“Morning, wifey,” he hummed, letting his hands fall over the top of yours, squeezing gently. Smiling at how good it was calling you wife. “How did you sleep?”
“Not bad, but I missed waking up in your arms,” you whispered, moving so you were standing at the side of him. “Where did you disappear to?”
“Woke up thinking my bladder was going to explode at like seven am,” he chuckled, draping his arm over your shoulder. “Then I couldn’t get back to sleep,” he paused, glancing down at what you were wearing, causing his smile to grow even more. Stepping back so he could get a better look. “Damn, babygirl.” he breathed, “You make my clothes so better than I do.”
“You mean our clothes right?” you giggled looking up at him through your lashes. “What’s yours is mine right? You know now we are married and all.”
“Darlin’, you stole my shit long before we got married,” he whispered, brushing his fingers along your cheek. “Don’t think I didn’t see the section in your wardrobe that’s full of my flannels, T-shirts and hoodies.”
“That was in case you needed a change of clothes.”
“Bullshit,” he chuckled, kissing your forehead. “You have always been a thief when it comes down to my clothes.”
“Busted.” you giggled, letting yourself get lost in his blue eyes.
“Yeah, busted.” he smiled, reaching behind you to get the cigarette packet. Pulling his arm back around he placed a smoke between your lips, pulling his lighter out of his pocket and lighting it for you.
Out of the corner of your eye you saw a pair of hair clippers sitting next to his mug of coffee. “Jax.” you whispered as your eyes went wide, “Why is there a pair of clippers out here?” You asked, gently running your fingers over them.
“I found them in the bathroom.” he said, taking a deep breath. He had spent all morning debating on whether he should take the clippers to his locks. This was his look, one he had had since he was a teen. The other thing that kept playing on his mind was the fact you loved his hair. But he needed this, this was the start of a new chapter of his life. Which meant a new look. “Babygirl.” he whispered, taking your hand in his. He didn’t need to ask what your thoughts were, he could see it written across your face. “I know you love my long hair.”
“Why?” you whispered, running your fingers through the roots of his blonde locks. “Not that I will stop you if it is something you want to do.”
“I’ll grow it back out if you want me to, you know I would do anything for you.” he smiled, placing his hand over yours, pulling it to his lips, kissing your tattoo softly. “But I want, need a fresh start,” he hummed against your skin. “We are starting a brand new chapter of our life, Darlin’, and I feel like I need a new look. There's something about the hair that still feels like a weight, crushing me into the ground.” The tears were welling up in his eyes. He had never been one to show any type of emotion other than anger but with you he could let it all out.
“Jax.” you whispered, pulling him into your arms, due to the height difference he had to crouch a little but he didn’t care. Wrapping your arms around him, you gently ran your fingers across his back, something that you knew always soothed him. “You do what you need to do, I really don’t mind what you do with your hair. It is just hair, it will grow back.” you hummed, pressing kisses to the top of his head.
“You sure you don’t mind me cutting it?” he said so quietly it was barely a whisper. His cheeks wet from the tears that had fallen.
“I really don’t mind,” you smiled, using your thumb to dry away his tears. “And plus I would be a shitty wife if I stopped you from doing something you wanted to do. Now come on, Jackson Teller doesn’t cry, so dry those tears, Babyboy.” You said with a small laugh as he gave you a watery smile.
“I love you, you know that,” he said, capturing your lips in a short but passionate kiss. “I always have. Will you give me a hand?”
“Of course I will,” you smiled, pulling away, relighting your smoke as you leant against the railing. “And then we shall get a shower,” you giggled, running your fingers down his abs. “Then I was thinking we empty the car, find somewhere to get breakfast and then hit up a grocery store because I do not plan on leaving this place until we have to go home.”
“I like your thinking Mrs, Teller.” he said with his signature smirk on his face. Without saying another word he wrapped his strong arms around your waist, throwing you over this shoulder, once he had a secure grip on you he grabbed the clippers off the railing. A low growl left his lips when he realized all you had on under his shirt was just a pair of lacy underwear. “This is going to be the best shower of my life.”
“But first, we cut your hair,” you giggled, as he sped through the cabin until you were in the bathroom.
Once Jax had placed you on the counter, he plugged the clippers in, taking the guard off. Keeping your eyes trained on him as he slowly pushed his sweatpants down, taking a small step out of them leaving him completely naked.
“Like what you see Darlin’?” he winked, biting his bottom lip.
“Mmm very much so,” you giggled, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Now hurry up, I want to take a long shower with my husband.”
Jax smirked, as he turned on the clippers, he didn’t say anything as he passed them to you. It felt right for you to be the one to shave his head. Even when you were teen you were the one that could help him shed the weight of the world.
The only sound in the room was the buzzing from the clippers as Jax stood in between your legs. Biting your lip as you ran the clippers over his scalp, not wanting to fuck this up. He couldn’t help but smile as he watched the concentration on your face. With each pass of the clippers he felt the weight that was crushing him into the ground start to dissolve.
Fifteen minutes had passed as you did the final pass of the clippers before shutting them off. Leaning back on the counter you took in your husband’s new look. It was definitely going to take some time to get used to it, the last time you had seen Jax with hair this short was when you were kids. But he could pull off any look. Reaching out you ran your fingers over his hair, a smile playing on your face. “Looking good baby.” You whispered, brushing the hair off his shoulders.
Each touch lingered a little bit longer than the last, slowly moving your hands down his body, letting your fingers trace his abs. Keeping your eyes locked with his, you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth. Before you could get to your destination, he placed his hand over yours stopping you. Causing you to pout at him, laughing softly as his fingers grabbed the hem of the shirt pulling it over your head in one quick motion.
“You have five seconds to get your ass in the shower.”
Summary: Neither Y/N or Jax wanted to go back to reality, enjoying the life in the bubble they had created. Life was simple right now but something always got in the way of their happiness.
Warnings: none
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The last week in Vegas had been amazing, never in a million years did you think that a trip to escape the reality of your life would have opened both yours and Jax’s eyes to what had been in front of you both for years. The week had passed by far too quickly, you really weren't happy about going back to Charming. Yes, it was your home. But it was filled with pain, hurt, and drama.
You knew the moment you touched base, questions would be flying at the both of you with no way of dodging them. Especially when it came to Gemma. Your relationship with her was always a touchy subject. She could be the nicest person in the world but at times she could be overbearing to the point you were feeling suffocated, especially when it came down to Jax. It was like nothing or nobody was ever good enough for her boy.
You knew that Jax felt the same as you about his Mom from all the times he vented about her. And if you were being truly honest with yourself, you needed more time to mentally prepare for the grilling and interrogation you would no doubt both be receiving. All you wanted to do was stay in Vegas, wrapped in the warmth of your husband, in the little bubble of bliss you had managed to create.
Resting your head on Jax’s bare torso you let your fingers trace his abs, listening to the sound of his heart beat, a sound that had always and always would soothe your soul. He was still sound asleep and you didn’t have the balls to wake him, not when his alarm hadn’t gone off yet. Years of friendship had made you learn the lesson of waking Jax up before it was time the hard way, on multiple occasions.
It seemed crazy to be taking a nap in the middle of the afternoon on your last day in Sin City, especially when you should have been out causing as much trouble as physically possibly could with the devil that perched on your shoulder. But instead you were wrapped up in Jax’s arms and honestly you didn’t want to be anywhere else but here.
You didn’t put up a fight either when Jax suggested it, it made sense as driving on the lack of sleep was a major disaster waiting to happen. It wasn’t a quick trip either, you would be on the road for eight hours, so you wouldn’t be back in Charming until the early hours of the morning.
The afternoon sunlight was creeping through the crack in the thick curtain, the warmth hitting your exposed skin and it’s soft glow illuminating the room. You were completely mesmerised by the sparkles the light was creating as it bounced off your ring.
Everything still felt like a dream, one you really didn’t want to wake up from. The sting from the fresh tattoo on your finger drew your attention. The black ink was still surrounded with redness but even with the slight swelling it was perfect. Others would probably be thinking the King and Queen finger tattoos were cheesy as hell but you didn’t care and neither did Jax. To him, you were his Queen and he was your King. Nothing would ever change that. Even when you were younger he would call you his Queen, saying one day you’d rule your kingdom together. You never knew what he meant by that, but as you laid there you finally understood what he meant. He was in line to take over the club when the time came that Clay stepped down passing the gavel to his step-son.
The club would be your kingdom.
You knew you should have been trying to get some sleep, especially as Jax kept you up all night and well into the morning. The only time either of you had left the bed was to use the bathroom or to answer the door for room service. Neither of you wanted to spend your last day in any other way than being tangled in the sheets, essentially catching up for the lost years. Your body was sore, covered in marks from where Jax’s mouth had been and bruises were starting to form from his grip on your hips, but it was a feeling you welcomed with open arms.
The last week had been a rollercoaster of emotions but you wouldn’t have changed a single thing about it. You had a sense of excitement bubbling away in your heart, ready to explore your new found relationship and marriage. You didn’t have any ideas on what life would look like, especially once the club found out that you and Jax got married in Sin City. Pushing the thoughts to the back of your mind, this wasn’t the time nor the place to be dwelling on what could happen. You would deal with that when you got back home.
There was one thing you were extremely excited to be reunited with though — your beast. It had been safely tucked away in the hotel’s parking garage ever since you arrived in Vegas. It was extremely weird not having driven the Audi in a week, it was the longest you had ever gone without jumping in the driver’s seat, but it made sense to leave it parked and get cabs everywhere. It was safe, you didn’t have to worry about finding somewhere to park and half of the time you were too hungover or drunk to drive anyway. But your heart was screaming out to get behind the wheel and tear up the tarmac. No doubt there would be the usual fight on who was driving, the decision being settled like the adults you and Jax were. A game of rock, paper, scissors.
Reaching for your phone, mentally cursing yourself as your movements distrubed Jax, his fingers ran through his hair as he moved. Holding your breath, you hoped he didn’t wake. The moment he settled back down, his head resting against your stomach, you let out a sigh of relief. It was official you were now pinned on the bed. Turning your attention back to your phone you quickly swiped the messages away, they were all to do with life back home and you just didn’t want to know right now or care for that matter. All that mattered was the man who now had his arm draped across your waist and his head resting on your stomach, soft snores escaping his lips.
Once you quickly snapped a couple of photos of your sleeping biker, you dropped the phone on the floor, hearing it land with a soft thud on the thick carpet. Turning your attention back to your sleeping devil, gently running your fingers through his blonde locks, relishing in this moment. You were unsure how often these moments of tranquility would happen once you were back in Charming and the club got their claws into Jax again.
Jax was amazed and shocked at how little convincing it took to get you to go shopping, normally he would have to drag you kicking and screaming, spending the whole time with you whining and moaning in his ear like a child about how busy it was or that it was a complete waste of money. But he knew you really didn’t want to go home, leaving the bubble of bliss behind. So when you literally jumped at the idea of hitting the shops, spending the winnings. He was speechless expecting a lot more of a fight.
Luck had been on your side, after your late night stroll you decided to hit the casino one last time, ending up winning the jackpot on a couple of games, meaning the twenty grand you walked in with had doubled to forty.
For him it was killing him keeping the secret he had been holding in since Wednesday. It was so hard not to spill about the surprise detour you would be taking on the way home, prolonging your arrival in Charming by about a week. He kept finding himself going to mention something you could do while at the cabin but then reminding himself to bite his tongue to not to let it slip.
“Right, that's the last of the bags,” he chuckled, pushing the seat back with some extra force due to everything being crammed behind it, smirking as everything only just fit in the back of the car. Sports cars weren’t meant to have this much stuff in them. The trunk of the Audi was tiny, and no longer usable after you installed your custom build for the amp and subwoofer, meaning everything had to go on the back seat. When he said it was tight fit, he meant it. “Are you ready to go, Mrs. Teller?” He hummed, wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you close to him.
“No,” you pouted, hiding your face in the soft hoodie he was wearing, your stomach doing somersaults at him calling your Mrs. Teller. It was something you didn’t think you would ever get over, your heart skipping a beat every time the words came out of his mouth. “Can’t we stay here a bit longer? I’m sure we could find another hotel.”
“Unfortunately not, Darlin’, I have already looked, trust me,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head, letting his lips linger for a moment, trying to compose himself. Only a few more hours to go, Teller, you got this he kept telling himself. He had managed to keep this quiet for the last three and a half days, this was the home stretch. “There is some big convention in town tomorrow which has wiped out all the hotels.” Squeezing you a little tighter, he found himself biting his tongue once again. He wanted the cabin to be a surprise but he just wanted to tell you. “Now, hand over the keys.”
“No, I’m driving.” You huffed, pulling back a fraction, knitting your eyebrows together pouting at him.
“Babe, you are struggling to keep your eyes open, there is no way I am letting you drive. Let alone driving a heavily modified car, especially one that is sitting around, what, 350 brake horsepower?”
“415, actually,” you giggled, correcting him as he raised a brow at you. “You can’t drive the full eight hours back, you will be fucked.” You whispered, resting your hand on his chest. “And I’m not that tired.” You smiled, it was in that moment your body decided it was going to be a traitor, the yawn happened before you could stop it.
“Think you have proved my point, babygirl, you are far too tired to be driving any car,” he said softly placing his hand over yours squeezing softly, “The last thing I need is for your judgment to be off, wrapping the car around a tree, leading you getting hurt,” God, why was he so fucking sweet? You thought to yourself. Even before this trip he was so protective but you had a feeling that protectiveness would increase tenfold. “And I have done eight hours solid on my Dyna before, that was back breaking, this will be a breeze.” He whispered, tucking your hair behind your ear. “If you wanted to drive you should have slept.” He winked, gently pulling the keys from your grip.
“I would have,” you hummed, letting your mind drift back to the night of passion you shared, instantly pulling your bottom lip between your teeth at the thought “But somebody kept me awake the whole night and most of the day.”
“I didn’t hear you moaning,” he laughed, pausing slightly as before changing his words. “Well actually, I did hear you moaning, in fact you were screaming my name all night long.” His hand making contact with your ass with a short sharp slap. “Now get your ass in the car, we need to get on the road.”
It didn’t take long before you dozed off, your head resting on one of Jax’s hoodies you had placed against the window as a makeshift pillow. He knew you would be out like a light as soon as he started driving, the vibrations of the car along with the droning of the exhaust had always been the perfect lullaby for you when you were overtired. No matter how hard you tried to fight it, you never won and sleep always took over.
As he was driving he kept stealing quick glances of his wife sound asleep, you looked so relaxed even though he knew sleeping in a bucket seat would leave you sore and aching. The weight of the world had been lifted off your shoulders and he could see it. The sparkle and fire in your eyes that he had come to love over the years was back and burning brighter than ever. Mentally, he praised himself for this spontaneous trip, a trip that helped him get his best friend back, and in turn gain a wife.
The radio was turned down low, it was nothing but slight background noise providing a soft hum alongside the droning of the exhaust. It was just him and the open road now, he had no plans on waking you up until you were nearing the cabin, letting you get as much sleep as possible knowing how grumpy and snappy you got when you were overtired.
The moonlight cast a soft glow into the car, the light bouncing off the black stone of his ring, softly illuminating the fresh ink of the tattoo that sat proudly on his ring finger, causing the smile on his face to grow even wider if that was possible. This week had turned into so much more than an escape to get off the grid, his heart was fuller than he ever thought was possible and that was all down to the sleeping beauty that was in the passenger seat. As he tore up the tarmac, he let his mind drift to what life was going to be like for the both of you. There were going to be a lot of things that needed to happen now you were married.
The first thing he wanted was to go house hunting. It made sense now you were married and he couldn’t bear to spend any more time apart from you than was necessary. Even though both of your places held so many good memories, they were both tarnished by the previous failed marriages and he didn’t want to start this marriage with the dark shadow of the past hovering over the pair of you. This trip was a fresh start for both of you and your hearts, he wanted a house that was both of yours.
Then there was the matter of telling everyone, it seemed a simple task but it was a task that held so much weight. This was big news and he knew it would cause an uproar, especially with his Mom. So he needed to think of a way that wouldn’t leave her too heartbroken and pissed off that she wasn’t there.
The roads passed, the miles were added to the car and the scenery, although you couldn’t see it, was changing. Glancing over to the passenger seat, his heart melted at how cute you looked, snuggled up against his hoodie. He had never been good with change, always hating it and refusing to acknowledge it happening but, this — this was one change that he was ready to embrace with open arms, ready to explore what would follow.
Nothing could wipe the smile off his face.
The hours had passed and he was in desperate need of a break and an extremely strong coffee. He felt his eyelids starting to get heavy due to the lack of caffeine. Slowly he let his foot off the gas, turning off the road and into the nearest gas station, gliding into a parking spot near the entrance. Running his hands over his face, he was ready for the break if he was being honest, his body was tight from sitting in the same position for the last three and a half hours. Turning off the ignition, he gently ran his knuckles across your cheek, trying to wake you in the softest way possible. It didn’t take long for you to slowly flutter your eyes open, the lack of vibrations from the car distrubed you slightly.
The moonlight made Jax’s baby blue eyes shine bright, as you offered him a sleepy smile, he swore his heart had stopped beating for a second. You were a drug he didn’t know he needed or ever wanted. But now he had you in his grasp, god, was he addicted, especially when it came to your kisses. “Hey sleepy,” he humed, taking your hand and placing tender kisses along your knuckles before tenderly kissing your rings.
“Are we home already?” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes with your other hand. Still half asleep so you didn’t really know where you were.
“No, not yet but I needed a break so I pulled into a gas station.” He whispered, brushing his nose against your soft skin.
“How long until we are back?” You asked, as you reached around to undo the seatbelt getting ready to get out of the car. You were grateful he had decided to stop, even in your sleep you were aching from the position you had been curled up in for the past few hours. Your body was screaming to stretch back out.
“Urm, think we still have about four and a half, maybe five hours left on the road.” He nodded, watching as you sighed before clambering out of the car. He hated lying to you, but he wasn’t quite ready to give the game away, not yet anyway. He knew it would only be a matter of time before you realised that this was a different way back to what you came at the start of the week.
One thing was certain, he couldn’t wait to spend the next week alone with you in the cabin in the woods.
In his eyes he couldn’t think of a better honeymoon.
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Summary: Jax and Y/N had always been close, they were each other’s partners in crime, the light in the dark and the shelter from the storm. Both just coming out of messy divorces and being each other’s life line. So what happens when Jax springs a last minute trip on Y/N? What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, well that’s what they thought.
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A/N || I just want to say thank you for all the love that I’ve been given over this series! Normally by this part interaction has dropped off the face of the earth but not with this one 🖤 thank you to every single person that has read, liked, commented and reblogged. And also a massive thank you to my second brain @withmyteeth 🖤 this wouldn’t be what it is without you
Two words.
That’s all it took to make you freeze up, trying to decide if your brain was playing tricks on you. Did he really just ask you to marry him? While inside you?
Jax started to panic as he played with your fingers, your silence killing him. It was making him start to regret the words that came out of his mouth, but when he tried to pull out of you, you locked your legs around his hips.
Squeezing your eyes closed, you let your brain catch up with what just happened, the feeling of Jax playing with your fingers keeping you grounded. He kept playing with the cheap plastic ring that sat on your ring finger, waiting patiently for your answer. He wasn’t going to push you, not with a question that held this much weight.
“Jax,” you breathed, opening your eyes to be met by his blue ones shining bright. “Are you being serious? Like this isn’t a joke?”
“Deadly serious, Babygirl,” he smiled, as he continued to play with your fingers. “Let’s get married here, tonight, tomorrow, this week, as long as it’s before we leave,” he said between the kisses he placed against your knuckles, looking up at you through his lashes. “Just the two of us, nobody else,”
“Here?”
“What better place than Vegas?” he hummed, brushing his nose against yours. “So what do you say, Babygirl? I know I am broken, probably not the best man in the world but as I said, I don’t want anyone else. I have let you slip through my fingers before and I sure as hell do not want you to see you in the arms of another man. So wanna be my wife, for real this time?”
Tears started to cloud your vision as he spoke, your heart screaming. Everything had happened so fast over the past twenty four hours. But you couldn’t deny that feelings hadn’t been bubbling away under the surface for years. All you needed to do was look into his eyes and you knew every word he spoke was true. He had been by your side for years, he was your rock throughout the divorce proceedings. Brushing your fingers against his cheek you took a deep breath.
“Yes.”
His breath caught. You’d said yes, but he couldn’t believe it just yet. “Last chance to back out if you want to, Darlin’,” he smirked, with a playful look in his eyes, “Because once I make you my wife that's it there isn’t any going back. No refunds.”
A small giggle escaped your lip. “Well, I mean, I don’t get any refunds on the friendship so I don’t really have anything to lose.”
“But you have everything to gain,” He winked, moving his hips as you felt him start to harden inside you again. It was such a Jax thing to say, you couldn’t help but laugh.
That was the sound he loved, he would do anything to hear you laugh. This was the happiest he had been in years, buried in you while you were laughing. He really didn’t know what your answer would be, but now you have said yes his heart was overflowing. He knew in this moment that this was where his life was guiding him, the universe waiting until the time was right to show him what was right in front of him. And he wasn’t going to let you go any time soon. “I’ve got an idea,” he grinned, pinning your arms above your head as he started thrusting slowly.
“If it will lead to us getting arrested then, nope, not doing it,” you smirked. If he kept this up though, you would agree to whatever came out of his mouth next.
“One time, I got us arrested and you never let me live it down,” he hummed, shaking his head realising that you were never going to let him forget the evening you spent in the small cell. He found it amusing but you didn’t and were so close to killing him by morning when Gemma came to bail you out. Pushing the memory down he placed a gentle kiss on your nose. “But what I was going to say is the night is still young, so what do you say to us going for a walk?”
“You want to go on a walk?” you moaned softly at the feel of him thrusting slowly, managing to raise a brow at him in the process. Glancing over you hit the screen of your phone seeing the time. “At eleven pm?”
“Yeah why not?” he shrugged, “I mean we haven’t actually experienced the buzz of the strip,” he paused, thinking for a second. “Well, not sober anyway.”
Biting down on your bottom lip, you looked up at him through your lashes, pushing some of the hair that had fallen off his face, gently grazing your fingers over his cheek. “Fuck it, lets do it,” you whispered. “Can’t believe you have managed to convince me, the laziest person on the planet, to go on a walk” you giggled.
“What can I say, Darlin’, you have never had the Teller dick before,” he winked, letting his hand drop down to your hip, his fingers digging into your skin. He started thrusting with purpose now so you started moving as well, meeting his urgency.
Your second orgasms came quicker, you both panting as you caught your breath. Jax recovered first rolling out of you and off the bed, he strolled across the room grabbing his phone on his way. You couldn’t help but stare at his perfect ass, biting your bottom lip at the sight. “I can feel you staring at my ass, and you call me a pervert. Babygirl, you are just as bad as I am.”
“Is it a crime to stare at my fiance's ass now?” You grinned as you said the word. God, it felt so right calling him that, and in a few days you would be calling him your husband.
Jax’s heart skipped a beat and his stomach flipped as you called him your fiance. He had no idea the effect one word could have on him, he couldn’t be happier. This trip had turned into so much more than getting blackout drunk. It was a real eye opener to him making him realise that he was completely and utterly blind to the effect you had on him. Nothing would be able to wipe the smile off his face right now.
He had already said that he would never get married again, especially after the trainwreck of a marriage it was with Tara. But once again, you changed everything about that, you were the light in his dark world and now would be until the end of time. With you by his side, he knew he would overcome anything this life threw at him.
As you stood on the balcony, wearing nothing but Jax’s button up shirt from dinner, watching the lights of the city below you, letting your thoughts drift to the events of this week. Never in a million years would you have thought it would end with you and Jax getting married. Chuckling to yourself you remembered the words you told Jax in the lift on the first night here. You told him you couldn’t think of anything worse than you two being married and if you left Vegas with you being properly married you would kill him. Oh how things had changed. Now you couldn’t think of anything better than being Jackson Teller’s wife and old lady.
Watching the smoke from your cigarette dance around in the slight breeze that was in the air, it fully hit you that by the end of the week you would be married once again.
You really didn’t think you would get married again, not after the heartbreak and pain that the last one caused, but the universe worked in mysterious ways. You felt the tears starting to bubble up from all of the emotions that you were barely containing. As if on cue, that was when you felt Jax’s arms snake around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder. The two of you stood there in a calming silence for a couple of moments.
“You good, baby?” he asked, kissing your cheek.
“Never been better, Teller,” you whispered, leaning back into him. “We gonna head out soon then?”
“As long as you don’t take an age to get ready ” He humed, a playful tone coating his voice as he nipped at your ear.
“What did I do to deserve someone like you,” You whispered, squeezing his hand.
“Apparently be friends for years, go through a messy divorce and end up taking a trip to Vegas,” he laughed, guiding you back inside.
“You think you are funny don’t you?”
“Absolutely hilarious, babe,” he smirked.
The moment you walked back into the bedroom, your eyes filled with tears once again. Damn emotions. It was like someone kept turning the tap on, but at least they were happy tears unlike a lot of the ones that you shed over the past couple of years. Using the sleeve of Jax’s button down to dry your eyes, you spun around so you were facing him. Immediately, he was pulling you into a tight embrace. No words were said as you stood there wrapped in each other's arms for a moment, letting the reality of tonight sink in. Even though you knew it would take a while for this to truly sink in.
“That’s a good look on you.” he hummed, pulling away from you a fraction. His arms still wrapped around you, preventing you from going anywhere. Not that you wanted to be anywhere else right now.
You can’t help the small smile as you roll your tearful eyes. “You’ve seen me in your shirts before, you know.”
“Not the shirt,” he said, taking a step closer. “Being my wife.”
“Jax,” you breathed, the tears welling in your eyes again, “Are we crazy?” you said with a shaky laugh.
“Can I answer that later?” He chuckled as he stood in front of you, pulling at the sides of the shirt, revealing your body to him. His hands went up to your shoulders and slowly pushed the material off, letting it fall on a heap on the floor, leaving you standing there naked. His hands ran down your body until he settled on your hips pulling you as close to him as physically possible. “God, I fucking love you,” he whispered, “I know I was blind to my feelings before but it’s like I have just been hit by a fucking wave. You know I don’t care for all the fate bullshit, I am my own man, but I really do think this is fate. The divorces, this trip, everything. It was all leading us to this moment.”
“Aww, is my bad boy biker turning to mush on me?” you giggled, kissing him softly.
“Only for you, Darlin’,” he hummed, playfully slapping your ass, causing you to squeal at the unexpectedness and from the sting and the coldness that his rings provided. “Now get that perfect ass moving because if you take to much longer I am pinning you against that wall,”
“Is that a promise?” you giggled, fluttering your lashes at him, “I mean, you still could after we have been for a walk.”
“Just get your ass moving, you little devil,” he chuckled, shaking his head at your sudden naughtiness, knowing that when the time came you would give him a run for his money in the bedroom and he couldn’t wait. Maybe he could coax your naughty side out at the cabin, spending the day doing nothing but fucking.
It felt so good to not be faking with Jax any more, the feeling of his large hand linked with yours was like they were meant to fit together. The only thing you regretted was not doing this sooner, letting you both go through the heartbreak you had over the past however many years. You found yourself fiddling with the coin machine ring as you walked down the street hand in hand.
Jax noticed you fiddling with the ring, an instant wave of guilt washed over him as he realised that everything about the proposal was backwards. No ring and during sex. Shaking his head he wasn’t going to dissect how he proposed because it really didn’t matter. Neither of you were traditional anyway and never normally stuck to the social norms. But he did want you to have an engagement ring.
Looking around the strip he spotted the bright lights from the twenty four hour jewelers down the street, the open sign flickering signaling he was in luck, making him smirk. He didn’t care if it cost the earth, you deserved it. “So how do you feel about picking your own engagement ring out?” he hummed, kissing the top of your head making you giggle.
“I do not need an engagement ring,” you purred, placing your hand on his chest.
“Do not even try to argue with me on this one,” he smirked, placing his hand on top of yours. “You are getting one and that's final.”
Rolling your eyes, the annoying demanding Teller was out to play tonight it seemed. You knew better than to stand here arguing with him, you never won. “Fine,” you pouted, “But do not be spending stupid money on it.”
“My money, Babygirl,” he smirked, catching your lips in a gentle and more tamer kiss. “So I will spend however much I see fit.”
Jax practically dragged you into the small shop, the lights were bright from the moment you stepped inside. It had been a while since you had seen him this excited so you were going along with whatever he wanted to do, and if that was picking out a ring for you then who were you to spoil his fun.
You had no idea where to start as you looked into one of the cabinets, there were just too many rings to pick from. A good ninety percent of them were practically a rock and were just far too big for your liking. You weren't the type of person to show off, well apart from when it came down to your car but that was completely different. But all the rings in this case just weren't you, nothing was screaming out at you.
That's when the black stone caught your eye from the next cabinet making you stop looking at the tacky rocks to go and investigate. Jax spotted the ring the moment he walked in the store and secretly pulled the assistant aside to remove the price from the cabinet. He knew you would freak out if you saw the price, and he didn’t want you not giving it a fair chance because of the figure that was next to it. The moment he saw the ring he knew it would be the one that would be sitting on your finger.
“You spotted one you like, Babygirl?” he hummed, wrapping his arms around your waist resting his head on your shoulder. Knowing full well you had spotted the black stone. He saw how your eyes lit up the moment you spotted it.
“I think so,” you whispered, reaching out pointing at the black stone surrounded by smaller diamonds. You never thought this would be the one that gained all of your attention, but something about this ring screamed out at you.
The moment you tried it on, it was like it was meant to be. From what the assistant had told you, it only came in this morning, only receiving one, in one size. Looking down at your hand with a teary smile as it fitted perfectly on your finger.
“This is the one,”
Whilst you were in the jewlers you figured it would be the perfect time to pick out the wedding bands. You kept yours simple and plain not wanting to take away from the beauty that was your engagement ring. But Jax strayed away from the plain ones, especially when the assistant brought out a ring that was similar to your engagement ring. It was like a match made in heaven. The large black stone sitting proudly against the silver band. It just screamed Jax and he knew this would be the ring for him. Once again it was like fate was guiding him on this night.
As much as you tried to pester Jax to tell you how much it cost, he wasn’t budging. So you let it slide knowing you were never going to get it out of him.
It felt so good to remove the cheap plastic coin machine ring, even though you had decided to keep it for memories sake. The feeling of your new ring on your finger felt amazing, and the way it kept catching the lights from the strip made it sparkle so bright. To the point you found yourself running your fingers over it, you couldn’t stop looking at it.
Jax had a permanent smile on his face, watching how you kept glancing at your ring. He knew you put up a fight to have one but he knew you better than you knew yourself so if you didn’t get one you would have been annoyed. Even if you didn’t show it.
He had another trick up his sleeve, which was the whole reason for the walk. You could see the Bellagio fountains from the room, and he knew he wanted to venture out to see their beauty close up. But now, this was the perfect setting for what he wanted to do. He was proud of himself as he managed to sneak the portable speaker into the small bag you brought out with you.
It was only a short walk to the fountains, but his heart was racing and pounding against his rib cage, he wasn’t sure how you were going to react to this very public display of affection. It was going to go one of two ways, you would either love it or would end up punching him in the face. So nervous was an understatement right now.
Gently he pulled you to a stop as you came to the fountains, whipping his phone out to take a few selfies of the two of you. “So beautiful,” he hummed, lifting your hand up to his lips as he pressed delicate kisses against your skin. “And I’m not talking about the fountains either,” he smirked, knowing your cheeks would be burning up from the comment. “Dance with me?”
“There is no music, and we are in the middle of a busy place Jax,” you whispered, not one for huge, very public displays of affection.
“I may have planned something,” he smirked, brushing his thumb over your skin. “Look in the bag, Babygirl.”
Raising your eyebrow at him, you quickly opened your bag to find your portable speaker sitting in the top of your purse. “What are you up to Mr.?” you asked, pulling the black object out of your bag and handing it to him. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, watching his every move. It was like time was in slow motion right now.
It took him a moment but he finally found the power button, before placing the speaker on the ground a couple of steps away from the pair of you. Looking down at his phone he scrolled through the playlist he had made, not stopping until he found the song he was looking for before hitting play.
You had gathered a small crowd around you at this point, you wanted nothing more than the ground to swallow you up right now. But Jax had planned something so you sucked it up and only focused on the man in front of you that had the cheesiest grin you had ever seen on his face.
But I don't want to have to ask permission. Give me a chance. It won't be perfect, just an unbroken promise from. An imperfect man
He gently took your hand in his, pulling you close, kissing your knuckles just below your ring. His eyes shone bright with love, the lighting from the fountains flickering in the blue. Resting your head against his shoulder as the two of you swayed to music. Not caring that you had people crowding around you, all that mattered was the man that was holding you in his arms.
Your heart sank slightly as Jax softly sung the song in your ear, your mind playing back what he said earlier. Did he really see himself as broken and not perfect? You were far from perfect yourself, and you definitely weren't whole. You wanted to badly say something but decided this wasn’t the moment.
An unbroken promise from this broken man. To love you the best that I can. Baby, please. Take off your coat. And I'll turn up the lights
Jax rested his head on top of yours, holding you tight in his arms. When he first heard this song he nearly burst into tears and he knew it would be perfect for a moment like this. He was never good with words and always ended up saying the wrong thing. But this song spoke to his heart in ways no other songs had. It was a song that summed up everything he wanted to say.
He knew the road ahead would not be an easy one, especially with getting married in Vegas. Gemma would be pissed, but he knew he would be able to make his mom see sense. The other issue was your exes, he had no idea how either of them would react. Then came the risk of the club, having someone tied to him was a risky game but he would go to the ends of the earth to protect you.
But he promised he would never stop loving you and would always be by your side through the rain or shine. And whatever this life threw at you, you would face it together as a team.
With tears in his eyes, he spun you around, watching the smile on your face melt his heart. He had no idea this was how this trip would have ended up but he wasn’t going to change a single part of it. Today was the start of a new and happier chapter for the both of you. Making sure he had eye contact with you, you saw the tears that were threatening to spill over his lash line as he sang along with the final words of the song.
“Cause baby I've made plans, to stay the rest of my life”
Summary: Jax and Y/N had always been close, they were each other’s partners in crime, the light in the dark and the shelter from the storm. Both just coming out of messy divorces and being each other’s life line. So what happens when Jax springs a last minute trip on Y/N? What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, well that’s what they thought.
Warnings: Sex
Waking Up In Vegas Masterlist
This Months Writing
A/N oh shit 👀👀 I don’t know if you are ready for this part!!
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The air between the two of you was completely different than the ride here, there wasn’t an inch of space between you and Jax. The moment you were in the back of the cab he pulled you into his lap. His hand coming to the sides of your face dragging you in for a kiss, making the one you shared at the golf course feel like a peck. For the whole cab ride back to the hotel, you were snuggled up to him kissing like you were each other’s air supply.
Jax’s kisses were bruising and you knew it would leave your lips swollen, but right now you didn’t care. You had never been kissed with so much passion.
His hands roamed your thighs over the material of the dress. And you could tell he was getting frustrated that the driver was taking so long to get back to the hotel by the grumbles he was making. You knew he was an impatient person but this was on a different level.
“Jax,” you said breathlessly, pulling away from the kiss, resting your forehead against his as your hand came up to his cheek. “I’m running out of air,” you giggled, as your lungs felt like they were on fire. You couldn’t wait to get back to the room, to get out of this dress and jump over the boundaries of your friendship with both feet.
“Fuck,” he breathed, against your lips, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “I need you so bad right now, I don’t think you understand just how bad.” His eyes were squeezed closed as he spoke softly, but when he felt you brush your thumb across his cheek he opened them. You had never seen the look in his eyes before, this wasn’t just a look of lust. His eyes shined bright with love and not just a friendship kind of love. It was a look that caused your stomach to do somersaults. Noone had ever looked at you the way Jax was looking at you right now.
You were both extremely lost in the moment, softly staring into each other’s eyes, playing with each other’s fingers. Neither of you realised that the cab had glided to a stop outside the hotel until the driver coughed loudly bringing you both back to reality. Instantly, you felt your skin heat up from embarrassment as Jax fumbled trying to get his wallet out. He didn’t care that he handed the driver a hundred dollar bill, nor did he wait for the change, he couldn’t. He just wanted to get you alone.
His arm snaked around your waist as he guided you through the lobby of the hotel. The moment you got to the elevators Jax frantically kept pressing the call button as if the time it took the doors to open would make you change your mind.
“Jax, baby,” you whispered, placing your hand on his arm, trying not to focus on the feel of his arms under your touch. He looked up at you smirking as he realised you called him baby. “I’m not going anywhere, you don’t need to break the button.”
The moment the doors opened and all the people filled out, Jax took your hand pulling you inside, pressing the door close button millions of times. He didn’t want anyone else in here except you. As soon as the doors closed he pounced on you again, pushing you up against the wall.
But what took you by surprise was how soft he was in his intensity. You really thought this would be rough, but it was far from it. It’s like he was taking his time to savour this moment. His lips explored your exposed skin with delicate kisses. His hands roaming every inch of your body, like he was trying to create a map of all the areas he wasn’t able to explore before.
Soft moans filled the small space, the feeling of Jax’s soft lips paired with the roughness of his beard was enough to send you into a frenzy. The moment he found your sweet spot, your knees actually wobbled, so he slowed even more as he took his time kissing, sucking and nipping your skin. There was every chance he was going to leave marks but you didn’t care. Your soft moans were music to his ears and it was quickly becoming his favorite sound.
You could see he was barely containing his need for you, yet his touch was still extremely tender. From the stories he had told you, he was normally a rough lover, more of a wham, bam, thank you ma’am. So that’s what you expected. Rough, bruising and needy. Not soft and sensual. And the contrast made you putty in his hands.
He was touching you like you were something precious or made of glass, something he wanted to keep safe, being as gentle as possible with his hold. That’s what was knocking you a loop right now, never had you been treated with such love, but here was your bad boy biker best friend treating you better than your ex husband ever did.
As soon as the doors opened on the correct floor, Jax reluctantly pulled his head away from your neck. Without warning, he wrapped his arms around your waist, throwing you over his shoulder running down the corridor to get to the room. He didn’t want to waste any time, laughing as his ring clad hand made contact with your ass.
Somehow he managed to unlock the door and kick it open. He strode across the room with large steps before dropping you onto the bed, causing you to squeal and burst into a fit of giggles. Gently his fingers wrapped around your heels, taking them off one by one. He knew your feet would be aching right now. Reaching his hand out, you took it without hesitation as he helped you to stand up, kicking the shoes out of the way.
His hands were instantly back roaming your body, slowly tugging at the zip of the dress, teasing the both of you. He wanted to savour every moment of this so he wasn’t rushing anything. Watching as the material off the dress pooled around your ankles he sucked in a breath, biting down on his bottom lip. Yes he had seen you like this plenty of times before but this was different, this was something new. Standing back he took in your beauty before cupping your face.
“Do you really want this?” He said, his voice barely a whisper, dreading you saying no.
You both knew that one more step and there was no going back. Staring into his blue eyes you saw the look of confliction but you also saw the flicker of hope, hope of you saying yes. Letting you have each other in ways you should have done years ago. You knew he wouldn’t bear to do anything that would ruin your friendship.
Taking his face in your hands, your lips came crashing down on his, your lips moving in sync. It was short but full of passion, taking a breath you let your eyes flutter closed. “Jax, when have I ever let you get by with something I don’t want,” you whispered, tilting your head slightly so you could place delicate kisses down his neck.
Taking your time you slowly undid each button of the shirt, letting your fingers graze his skin as you worked your way down until they were all undone. Gently you pushed the shirt and vest onto the floor, leaving him standing there in his jeans. This was your time to show him the love he deserved, kissing every inch of his toned muscular body, brushing your fingers over his abs as you went until you hit the waistband of his jeans.
As you were fumbling with the button Jax ran his hands over his face, before tangling them in his blonde hair as the tears started to burn his eyes. Your kisses were doing something to him, he was never one to get this much affection.
His mind was racing with each soft kiss, no one had treated him with so much love and tenderness before because to him sex was always a means to an end, even with Tara. Sex with Tara was always tinged with something, whether that be rebellion, hurt, anger or pain. And sex with the crow eaters meant nothing, just a way to get his dick wet.
He was Jax Teller, the ladies man. He was the one who fucked, not got fucked - even when he was on the bottom he was always the one in control.
But this was different, so different.
Here he was letting his best friend have her way with him and he couldn’t help but let the tears fall, letting his emotions take over.
In that moment, he silently admitted to himself that this girl right here is the one and had always been the one but he was too blind to see it, letting her slip through his fingers. Time and time again, but this time there was no way he was letting you go. Not now, not ever.
Hearing him sniffle, trying to hide he was crying you kissed back up his body until you were standing up right. Softly you ran your thumb under his left eye drying his cheeks, as you kissed away the tears that had fallen under his right eye. “Let me take care of you, baby,” you whispered, “just like you always take care of me.”
“I just want you,” he breathed, “fucking need you.” Resting his forehead against yours, his hand snaked round your back, opening your bra open with one hand. His hands ghosted across your skin to the straps, slowly pulling them down letting the bra fall on the floor revealing your perfect breasts. His hands instantly cupping them. The feeling of his rough, calloused hands against your soft skin made you softly moan against his lips.
“You have me Jax,” you said, your voice barely a whisper, “you’ve always had me.”
His lips met yours in a bruising kiss, as you somehow managed to wiggle out of your thong, leaving you standing there completely naked. Your hands went to the waistband of his boxers, pushing them down his thick thighs, letting his cock spring free.
Pulling away from the kiss you looked down gasping, you knew he was packing heat but this was more than you thought. Softly, you wrapped your hand around his solid cock, hearing him moan against your ear as you started pumping. Taking your time to work him up, not that he needed it but you wanted to savour this moment.
Your eyes fell onto the tattoo that sat proudly on his hip. The colours had faded slightly due to its age but in your eyes it looked just as bright as the day you got them. Dropping to your knees, you felt the soft carpet on your skin as you kept moving your hand up and down his shaft. With your other hand you let your fingers trace the tattoo, placing soft kisses in its path.
The moment you brushed your thumb over the head of his dick you heard him suck in a breath causing you to smirk. Kissing back across his hip, you edged closer to his cock. Looking up at him through your lashes, you kissed your way up his dick, until you had come to the tip. Keeping your eyes locked on him you slowly took him in your mouth, savouring the taste of him. Your movements were slow, he was larger than most and you knew if you took him all at once you would end up choking and that would not be a sexy look.
Jax automatically dropped his hands to your hair, tangling his fingers in your locks as you slowly swallowed him as deep as you dared.. The feeling of your tongue running along the underside of his shaft made his brain melt. You had only just started and he was losing his mind, no one had ever felt as good as you.
“Fuck baby,” he groaned, as you took all of him in your mouth, letting yourself have a minute before you started rocking on your knees. Hollowing your cheeks out, you focused on giving him the best head he had ever had.
It took all that he had in him to stop himself, straining with the urge to start thrusting, reminding himself that you were the one in control and not him. The feeling that was foreign to him. Normally he would have but this was something he wanted to feel, to allow someone to love him, all of him.
The swirling of your tongue over the tip of his cock was getting too much and if he wasn’t careful he would end up cumming far too soon for his liking. He wanted this to last as long as possible.
“Fuck, Darlin’, I aint lasting much longer if you keep doing that,” he growled, tightening his grip on your hair, making you giggle the best you could with a mouth full of cock. The vibrations of your laugh ran through his dick, making him groan even more. Slowly he untangled his hands from your hair, pulling his dick out of your mouth before helping you to your feet.
He couldn’t get enough of your kisses, because the moment you were within reach his lips connected with yours. Completely forgetting about his rock hard, spit covered dick that was resting between the two of you. He was so lost in the feeling of the kiss he didn’t realise you had spun him around until he felt you gently push him back onto the bed. The feeling of the cloud-like mattress taking his body weight.
Scooting up the bed, he leaned back against the headboard, propping one arm behind his head while he watched you intently as you stood at the end of the bed. Your tongue ran over your bottom lip before pulling it between your teeth. “Have you always been this beautiful?” He asked out loud, making you smile. He always thought you were stunning but now he was seeing your beauty in a completely different light.
The way you slowly crawled up the bed was agony, all he wanted to do was be in you, to feel your pussy engulfing his cock. But he had to be patient. He didn’t want either of you rushing this. And to be honest you were finding this just as agonising, you were teasing yourself just as much as Jax right now.
Finally giving in to the craving, you straddled him letting his tip slip through your slick folds before slowly pushing down, taking him inch by inch, letting yourself stretch out around him. His arms engulfed your body, his fingers gently stroking your skin, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck softly nipping at your sweet spot, which you were sure by now was bruised, as you let yourself adjust to his size. It took you a few moments to adjust but you were starting to rock back and forth. It had been a while since you had had sex and, god, had you missed it. But mainly, you missed the intimacy that came with it.
Resting your hands on Jax’s chest, you started to show him it was okay to give up control every so often. It wasn’t often you took control but it was needed tonight, wanting to show Jax all the love in the world. Your hips ground down against his, due to him leaning against the headboard he hit your g-spot with every movement and the soft scratches on your back had you moaning softly.
“God, you feel so good baby,” he breathed, letting his fingers settle and dig into your hips as he thrust up into you, “So fucking tight, so fucking good.”
“Fuck, Jax,” you moaned loudly, as his thumb found your throbbing clit, drawing extremly slow circles. He loved the look on your face as you arched your back, letting your mouth drop open and your moans filling the room.
Jax was overrun with emotions right now and needed to lay all his cards on the table right now. Everything falling into place and making so much more sense.
“It’s always been you, Y/N,” he breathed, pulling his thumb away from your clit, cupping your face instead. Still thrusting slowly into you. “You are the reason I am still here and the reason I have kept going, without you by my side I would have given up years ago,”
You couldn’t believe what was happening. Was he confessing during sex? Well, this was Jax at the end of the day so you always had to expect the unexpected. These were the words you wanted to hear so badly but something made you screw your eyes up, your insecurities taking over. How many girls had he given this same speech to? Did he do it whilst he was balls deep in them or was it post orgasm?
“You are the one that fully understands me, knows what I need when I need it,” he said, thrusting with each word he spoke, your moans getting louder with each thrust. “I let you slip through my fingers before and I never want that to happen again, I never want to see you in the arms of another man. I want to be the one who makes you smile.”
Jax noticed you closed your eyes as he was talking and now wasn’t looking at him. Dread washed over him, panicking if he had pushed things too far and had fucked things up. His thrusts came to a stop as he brushed his knuckles over your cheek. “Wait a minute,” he whispered, wrapping his arms slightly tighter around you, “Look at me, Darlin’.”
“I can’t,” You mumbled, shaking your head keeping your eyes closed.
“Why not?”
You take a deep breath. Nothing’s going to be the same anymore, may as well be honest. “I can’t stop wondering how many other girls you’ve said this to.”
Jax’s heart sank as you spoke. Part of being his best friend, you were familiar with how many other women he’s had in his bed. “Babygirl,” he breathed, “please look at me.”
Taking a breath, you slowly opened your eyes to find the blue eyes you loved so much staring back at you with so much love, it twisted your heart. The next words out of his mouth would decide if it would break. . “I swear on my life I have never said those words to anyone else. Not even Tara.”
One look in his eyes told you he was telling the truth, making you feel a bit stupid for even thinking that, Jax seemed to sense this and decided it was time to take control. “I promise.”
With one quick and smooth motion, he had managed to flip the two of you over so he was now on top, his eyes shining with a mix of love and lust. “I want to feel you cum around my cock, babygirl.”
Without warning he started thrusting again, but this time there was a sense of urgency about his every move. His thumb found your clit and matched it to the pace of his hips. Your moans had turned into screams now, your nails digging into his back as you felt the orgasm building deep inside you.
And Jax knew this, his smirk grew wider as he felt you squeeze his dick, making him groan.
Both of you were chasing the high of an orgasm right now, his thrusts were getting harder and you knew it wouldn’t be long before he had you cumming around him. Leaning forward he captured your lips with his, his tongue parting them immediately. Jax felt he needed to have and possess you in every way possible. His movements were frantic and borderline animalistic as he tried to express all the emotion that was built up inside him in this one moment. The realisation pushed you over the edge, pulling the orgasm out of you. Your walls tightened around him as he swallowed your moans as you rode out the high he had just given you while finding his own.
Both your chests were heaving as he dropped down onto his forearm, taking all his weight so he didn’t crush you. You were in post orgasm bliss right now and had a sleepy smile on your face.
“I just want you to know, I meant every word I said,” he whispered, making no motion to move, staying settled inside you. “I realise now why no one else would be enough for me, You are the one I want,” each word he spoke he gently kissed your face, tucking some hair behind your ear. He knew what he needed to do, it was just the question of whether it was too soon or not. Then he saw the tears well in your eyes, the love shining through and the words were out of his mouth before he realized he was saying them.
Summary: Jax and Y/N had always been close, they were each other’s partners in crime, the light in the dark and the shelter from the storm. Both just coming out of messy divorces and being each other’s life line. So what happens when Jax springs a last minute trip on Y/N? What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, well that’s what they thought.
Waking Up In Vegas Masterlist
This Months Writing
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You couldn’t believe this. Jax booked a table at the fanciest place in town and you had nothing to wear. All of your outfits weren’t suitable for an upscale place - which he knew since he packed your bag, so you just stared at him in disbelief and he just smirked, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
The kiss you shared on the mini golf course was still playing on repeat in your mind. It had been a few hours and your head was still spinning. So many questions were running through your mind right now; had Jax noticed the old couple watching you, so he just tried to convince them you were newly weds so they didn’t complain about you holding them up? But now this? Why was he taking you to possibly the fanciest restaurant you will ever go to? Was he just trying to experience everything Vegas had to offer? Or did he feel the sparks and shockwaves from the kiss as well?
“We can’t go,” you said, finally pulling yourself from your thoughts as he was waiting on an answer, throwing your hands up in the air. “I have nothing to wear for a place like that, all my dresses only just contain my ass.”
Jax was amused at your outburst, but he had a trick up his sleeve, he knew he was going to book a table somewhere fancy as it wasn’t very often you came to Vegas. And as he was the one who packed your bag, he managed to slip your black formal dress into the bottom of it without you noticing. “Yes, you do have something to wear,” he smirked, wrapping his arms around your waist, kissing your nose. “Go check your bag again, Darlin’.”
Raising your brow at him, you wiggled out of his grip and emptied your bag onto the bed. The moment you saw the silky black material you rolled your eyes at how sneaky Jax had been. This confirmed the fact you were overthinking things far too much, he had planned this from the start and it didn’t actually mean anything.
“Fine, we will go to this fancy ass place,” you pouted, letting the dress hang over your arm. “But I get the bathroom,” you giggled, grabbing your makeup bag and things you needed before ducking in and shutting the door.
You told yourself he was just experiencing Vegas, just like everyone else did. It wasn’t a reason to get your hopes up but part of you still decided to go all out tonight, seeing as the place was going to be extravagant. So it took you a lot longer to get ready than normal wanting everything to be perfect while still feeling slightly stupid for making this much effort.
Jax sighed heavily as he pulled his clothes from his duffle. He was falling and he was falling hard at this point, he didn’t think there was any stopping this feeling. Not that he really wanted to stop it either, he’d decided.
After he kissed you, everything changed. The moment he realised that he never felt this feeling so intense with anyone else, he knew he was well and truly fucked. It added fuel to the fire that was already setting ablaze to his whole world. This fire couldn’t be extinguished now as it was burning hot and furious. Fuck letting you go when you got back to Charming.
He knew it had potential to make things messy and he was slightly questioning whether he made a mistake because ever since the kiss he felt the tension between the two of you. And he noticed how quiet you had been all night, especially after mentioning the dinner reservations. Maybe it wasn’t the right thing to do? Maybe he should just cancel the reservation?
The feeling only intensified as he pulled the black button up shirt on, a shirt he hadn’t worn since the graduation that you both had bailed on. The vest he slid over it helped a bit but this wasn’t him. He didn’t wine and dine girls, he was a fuck and chuck kind of guy. One look in the mirror brought out all his insecurities, ones he thought he had buried years ago, all now bubbling to the surface.
He was so deep in thought he didn’t hear you come out of the bathroom.
For the last hour you had been locking down everything you were feeling only for them to come flooding back the moment you opened the door, seeing Jax from across the room. The black jeans hugged his ass perfectly, the black dress shirt was extremely tight giving you the perfect outline of his muscles and it wouldn’t be Jax if he wasn’t wearing some kind of vest, so the black vest that sat on top of the shirt fit him perfectly. And his hair was slicked back with not a strand out of place.
Your mind was spinning as you squeezed your thighs together the moment he spun around. All you could think about was how the shirt hugged his arms and chest perfectly. Words were a struggle right now, your brain couldn’t form coherent sentences. The only word you could come up with was “fuck”.
He stretched his arms, rolling his shoulders, pulling the shirt even tighter. “I’ve had this shirt forever, it was the one Gemma got me for the high school graduation, the one we skipped. Remember?” He babbled, something he only did when he was nervous, but one look at you in that dress turned him to mush. He hadn’t seen this dress on you before but it fit you perfectly, the way it hugged you in all of the right places made his heart race and his dick twitch. “I guess I’ve grown a bit since then,” he shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets, trying to keep from fidgeting further.
You couldn’t answer. You were still completely speechless, your brain had gone into meltdown.
“I get it,” he sighed heavily, looking down at his feet. He knew he was trying too hard and had now made himself look stupid. “I look dumb, I will take it off,” he mumbled, his hands coming to the shirt and he started working at the buttons.
“No,” you snapped, cursing yourself for how forceful it came out, as you took some quick steps across the room, placing your hand on top of his, stopping him from undoing the buttons. Taking a breath you spoke again, “What I mean is, I don’t want to throw up when I look at you, so it’s gotta be an improvement,” the moment you saw the hurt flash across his baby blue eyes you regretted your choice of words, cursing yourself mentally. But as quick as he showed the hurt it was gone and he laughed your comment off. In the typical Jax fashion, he was never one to show his emotions.
“Come on, we best be going, we don't want to be late,” he said quietly. It was too late. The damage of your words was done.
Fuck!
The air around the two of you had changed, you had to assume Jax could feel it too. Things were definitely awkward as you stood apart from each other in the elevator, whereas every other night his arm had been around you and you were laughing and joking. But tonight it was like he didn’t want to be close to you and that hurt. But the moment the doors opened he instantly linked his hand with yours, putting on a show to the world as you made your way through the busy lobby to the taxi that was waiting outside. You suddenly realised that the show wasn’t enough anymore. You wanted the real thing.
The silence in the back of the cab was deafening and you hated every second of it. It was like sharing the cab with a stranger, the flirty banter had gone and in its place you were left with the cold silence.
His hand still rested on your thigh, but you knew that it was for the show that had been going on. Looking down you saw the plastic gold coloured ring sitting on his ring finger. You couldn’t help yourself as you tentatively ran your fingers over the top of his hand, circling the ring. You knew it was going to be a long night, and at this moment all you wanted to do was go back to normal but you couldn’t see that happening any time soon.
The restaurant was absolutely stunning, everything about it had a sense of magnificence and beauty, putting the hotel restaurant to shame. But the awkwardness still followed, it wasn’t as bad as in the cab. Having people around helped, easing the pressure of filling up the emptiness than when you were alone.
You knew something more than your comment was playing on Jax’s mind from the way he kept pushing the food around his plate, sitting there in silence. Was it the kiss? Was that playing on his mind as much as it was yours. Lifting your hand up to your mouth you gently grazed fingers across where Jax’s lips had been just hours ago. You could still feel them, it was a feeling that you don’t think you would ever get over.
How could one kiss make everything so hard? Everything had changed, your feeling towards your best friend had changed and throughout the whole meal all you could think about was how bad you wanted him. The shirt pulling tight across his muscles wasn’t helping the situation either. But it wasn’t just about the sex, you wanted everything with him.
It was like everything was starting to make sense now, the reason why you had started comparing him to your ex, the reason why you always felt at home whenever you were with Jax, it didn’t matter where you were, as long as he was by your side, you were good. You never really believed when people told you that home wasn’t a place but it was a person. But now, now you understand what they meant.
He was the person that knew everything about you, the good, the bad and the ugly. But he was still here, still by your side. He was one of the many topics of the arguments between you and your ex. He could see what you guys couldn’t.
This trip had sparked something between you, something you didn’t know existed but now the flames were burning bright and strong with no way of extinguishing them. And if you were being honest - you no longer wanted to.
When it came to Jax, you always felt loved, you always felt safe.
It was time to take matters into your own hands. Taking that leap of faith that would cross the lines of friendship, something that could never be taken back. This would either work or it would make things even more awkward than they already were. But you just had to try.
Slipping your foot out of your heel, you stretched out and seductively started to run your foot out Jax’s leg. Feeling the contact, he jumped at first, not knowing what was happening. It wasn’t like there had been much conversation since the hotel room. But the moment he looked up from his plate he saw you looking at him through your lashes as you bit down on your bottom lip. He couldn’t lie, it made his dick twitch in his jeans. Taking a breath, he felt the awkwardness starting to release it’s death grip on the pair of you.
“What are you doing?”
“Enjoying the evening with my Husband,” you whispered, reaching out to play with his fingers. The moment you connected, he felt like his heart was going to explode. As you moved your foot up higher, gently grazing over his dick his heart rate increased. This was new, very new. And he knew if things carried on lines would be crossed but he just couldn’t bring himself to put a stop to it. The table clothes were heavy and reached the floor. No one could see what you were doing, so this couldn’t have been for show. You were definitely flirting with him and his heart lurched. The naughty look in your eyes, the way you seductively ran your tongue over your bottom lip - he wasn’t crazy. You were feeling what he was feeling and apparently decided it was worth acting on.
You had giggled when he jumped at the unexpected contact. “Still a Virgin after being married Teller? I can’t believe I let you put a ring on it without knowing your inexperience.” You giggled again, knowing full well he wasn’t inexperienced but you wanted a reaction out of him. One that you were definitely getting.
“Come on sweetheart, we both know I’m not inexperienced,” he growled, his eyes darkened with lust as he took your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips, placing gentle kisses over your knuckles.
“Why don’t you show me then, Mr. Teller,” you said leaning forwards, giving him the perfect view of your cleavage.
You had never seen him move so fast, within seconds he had downed the rest of his drink, called the waiter over and settled the bill. He didn’t care if lines got crossed, he wanted you and he wanted you now. And what Jax Teller wanted, he got. He was now on his feet, taking your hand and guiding you to your feet. The moment you were up right he pulled you as close as he could to him. So close you could feel the semi he was rocking in his pants, making you bite down on your bottom lip, looking up at him through your lashes.
“What are you doing?” You whispered, brushing your knuckles over his cheek, letting yourself get lost in his blue eyes, ones that were burning bright with a fire you had never seen in them before. Was this just lust or was it something more?
“Enjoying the night with my Wife,” he breathed against your lips, grazing his over yours but never letting them fully touch. He was so close you could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin, sending shivers down your spine. “Now get your shit together, we are leaving, now.”
Summary: Jax and Y/N had always been close, they were each other’s partners in crime, the light in the dark and the shelter from the storm. Both just coming out of messy divorces and being each other’s life line. So what happens when Jax springs a last minute trip on Y/N? What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, well that’s what they thought.
Waking Up In Vegas Masterlist
This Months Writing
A/N once again Rebel takes no responsibility for any feelings that you may have reading this part
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It was now the fourth night of the trip and the two of you had decided to give the casinos a rest tonight, seeing as you wanted to make the money last for the whole trip. And now Jax had booked the cabin he definitely wanted to make sure the cash lasted. At this point, you were just constantly hungover so you were trying to find the evening's entertainment that didn’t involve drinking yourself till you passed out.
“I think I’ve found it,” Jax said, looking up from his phone, his grin wide and playful. You notice the sparkle in his blue eyes as well, knowing that his idea was probably childish or would land you in a cell, or both. “There’s a mini golf course that isn’t too far from here and it looks pretty decent, too.”
And there it was. The idea that was childish and would end up with you getting arrested, especially with his track record when it came to mini golf courses.
“You want to go to a mini-golf course?” You asked, looking up from your phone, raising your brow at him. You brought the devil on your shoulder to Sin City and he wanted to golf?
“Remember the last time we played?” Jax laughed, completely ignoring your question as he gently ran his fingers through your hair.
“How could I forget?” You scoffed, narrowing your eyes at him. “You got us fucking banned for life, and the time before, we ended up spending the night with Charming’s finest because you decided it was a good idea to use the course as target practice with the pistol.”
“That was a good night, but if I remember correctly, I did manage to get a hole in one by shooting a whole magazine at the ball,” he winked, with a smug smile on his face as he rolled off the bed to get ready.
“The ball was non-existent by the time it got in the hole, you idiot.” you giggled, watching as he moved around the room. For some reason you couldn’t take your eyes off him. It was like you were mesmerized.
“Darlin’, a hole in one is still a hole in one no matter how the ball looks by the time it gets in the hole,” he shrugged, tossing the shirt he was wearing at you. “Now get your ass out of bed and get ready, you promised we’d go out tonight so come on.”
“Talk about demanding,” you winked as you rolled out of bed, just hoping that you had something other than club dresses to wear. Luckily you had a choice of a few pairs of jeans and quite a few tops. You knew Jax had packed your bag and by the looks of things packed, any occasion could have happened. “So, I just want to make sure we are on the same page here okay,”
“Okay,” he said, raising his brow at you, while he stood in front of you wearing nothing but a pair of tight black boxers. You didn’t know where to look so you looked out the window watching the lights of the city, trying to ignore the expanse of skin in front of you.
“You know you have gotten us kicked out of the last four mini golf courses we have been to, right?” You said glancing back over at him to see him smirking.
“Yes, because you won’t let me forget it,” He hummed, his smirk getting wider and more mischievous as he spoke, “What do you say about making it the fifth one we are banned from?”
“Oh, for fuck sakes,” you groaned, knowing that the trouble maker was out to play tonight. “Seriously, if you get us arrested tonight, I will personally strangle you with my handcuffs,”
“Well, that sounds very kinky,” he chuckled, stepping forward towards you. His body was pressed against yours, his fingers running up and down your bare arm, sending sparks through your body. “And you already know I am down for trying anything once.”
“Again I rest my case, Teller,” You giggled, playfully slapping his chest, “You are one hundred perent a pervert.”
“And once again, Darlin’, I am proud of who I am,” He said lowly, “You can either take it or leave it, but you have been by my side since we were seven years old so, unfortunately, you are stuck with me now. No refunds.”
“Damn it,” You giggled, pushing him away, “Knew I should have got my refund when I got the chance to. Now are you going to get dressed or are we going out with you just in a pair of boxers?”
Jax kept his outfit pretty simple, going for his usual jeans, but since it was still quite warm he didn’t bother throwing a shirt over the top of his singlet. It was such a simple outfit and something you had seen him wear millions of times before but tonight it was ruining your life. Why hadn’t you noticed his arms before? The way his muscles tensed as he wrapped his hands around the club had you almost drooling. Why were they having this much of an effect on you, when you never noticed them before? Was it because you had spent last night wrapped up in them? You had no idea but you needed to pull yourself together before he noticed you staring.
Every time he made contact with you, it sent you into a frenzy, your skin feeling like it was on fire with the smallest of touches. You didn’t know if it was your mind playing tricks on you or were his touches lingering just that little bit longer?
Throughout the night you had noticed an older couple that were on the hole behind you, but they always lingered back as you and Jax messed about on the green. Your stomach hurt from laughing so much. At some points, you thought you were going to piss yourself when Jax went to take a swing but lost his footing and fell flat on his ass.
You were shit at this game but you and Jax always made it so interesting so you loved it.
“Let the pro show you how it’s done,” he hummed, standing behind you, slowly running his hands down your arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his path. His chest was pressed against your back and you had to mentally curse yourself at how your body was reacting to him. “Right, swing back softly,” he whispered in your ear, as his arms moved yours back before hitting the ball causing it to go in the hole.
Your head was spinning. Every move Jax made, you were questioning. Did the touches always linger this much? Why did his touch now send sparks and shockwaves through your body? Was this just a show on his part for the old couple that had been watching you all night?
“Earth to Y/N,” Jax grinned, waving his hand in front of your face, pulling you from your thoughts. “And she’s back with me,” he said lowly as his hands landed on your hips pulling you close. “You were pretty deep in thought there, you okay?”
“Yeah,” you breathed. He was so close to you, you could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin. You didn’t know what came over you but you wanted to kiss him at this moment. But you instantly pushed that feeling down. You knew you were pretending to be married but you didn’t want to blur the lines between reality and make believe. Even though you had noticed how blurry some of the lines were getting.
“Good, because I have a surprise,” he smirked, stepping back to show you the pocket of golf balls he had managed to swipe on your way in. You had no idea how you didn’t feel them when his body was pressed against yours. “I’m getting bored so let’s make this more interesting.”
“Oh, for fuck sakes,” you groaned, glaring at him. This wasn’t the first time this had happened and you knew what was coming. He would treat the mini golf course as a driving range, trying to see how far he could send the ball and seeing what he could hit. “We are so going to get arrested.”
Shaking your head at him as he dropped the first ball onto the floor, wiggling his hips to get into the best position. You didn’t want to look but you couldn’t pull your gaze away from him. Watching how his biceps tensed as he gripped the club, your mouth water at the sight of him. You mentally scolded yourself for the thoughts you were having over your best friend.
The moment he hit the ball, you watched it fly through the air before landing on the hole that was ahead of you. You were both in disbelief when he got a hole in one.
“Did I just?”
“Yeah, I think you did.”
For the whole night Jax had been having an internal battle with himself on whether he should kiss you or not. He wanted to feel your soft lips against his so badly, but not just a quick peck - he wanted a proper kiss. But he knew the moment that he did then more lines would blur.
The pair of you stood in silence as you stared at the hole ahead of you, still in disbelief over what happened. Jax took this time to glance over at you, and all he could focus on was the plumpness of your lips. It was driving him crazy. Suddenly his thoughts cleared. He could use the next week and a half to get these feelings out of his system and once you pack your bags on the final night to come home he would pack the feelings up with the clothes and things would go back to normal.
“Fuck it,” He mumbled to himself, What happens in Vegas stayed in Vegas, right?
Without warning, he practically pounced on you, his arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you up in the air spinning you around. His lips connected with yours and your arms wrapped around his neck as your lips moved in sync with each other. This wasn’t a normal kiss, this sent you into meltdown, your body felt like it was going to explode from the feeling.
Once again, everything felt different. This wasn’t just putting on a show, this felt like it meant something real, not pretend. Pulling away, you rested your forehead against his, not knowing what to say as your brain had fully shut down.
How could a kiss make everything make sense? It was like the sun coming out after a storm, everything was so clear now. The person that was meant to be his soulmate was standing right in front of him, it was in that moment he knew he was truly fucked.
“We are so sorry to interrupt,” a voice said, making Jax gently place you on the ground, but kept his arm wrapped around your waist. “We just wanted to say we have taken a couple of photos of the pair of you and we wanted you to have them.” The Older guy smiled. “We hope you don’t find it creepy, but you just reminded us of ourselves when we were younger.”
“That’s absolutely fine,” Jax smiled, looking at the photos they had taken. The photos captured everything, the looks in each of your eyes, a look of pure love. Jax gave them his email so they could send them and the four of you got chatting in the middle of the mini golf course.
“How long have you been together?”
“Oh god, what is it now,” you giggled, trying to make things believable. “It’s hard to know as we have been friends since we were kids but I think it’s got to be five years now?”
“Yeah it is, Darlin’,” Jax grinned, kissing the top of your head. “And we got married last month and finally got a chance to get away from the chaos of life.”
“Well, we both wish you many years of happiness,” the lady smiled, placing her hand on your forearm giving it a small squeeze.
The softer side of Jax was coming out, a side that only you saw. But this time it was making your heart melt and made your stomach feel all fuzzy. “I am sorry, we are holding you guys up, cut ahead of us,” he chuckled. “We just get lost in the game, trying to find ways to make it more interesting.”
“Or us arrested,” You muttered under your breath so only he could hear, you knew he heard you when he shook his head at you.
“We are all young once, son,” the older man smiled. “You have to find ways to block out the chaos and have fun. But you guys enjoy your night and try not to get into too much trouble,” and with that the couple skipped ahead to the next hole.
“Well, they were nice,” you laughed, leaning your head on Jax’s shoulder. “And they believed us so that’s a plus.”
“Yeah,” Jax nodded. He wasn’t pretending anymore, he couldn’t do it. He didn’t want to put on a show anymore, he wanted the real thing. His heart was screaming out for you so everything he did and said he meant it whether you knew it or not.
Summary: Jax and Y/N had always been close, they were each other’s partners in crime, the light in the dark and the shelter from the storm. Both just coming out of messy divorces and being each other’s life line. So what happens when Jax springs a last minute trip on Y/N? What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, well that’s what they thought.
Waking Up In Vegas Masterlist
This Months Writing
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Just as he thought, after you had devoured the pancakes you stepped out to the balcony for a smoke, you came back in heading towards his open suitcase ready to raid it. He didn’t say anything as you pulled one of his shirts over your body. Mentally, he praised himself for packing extras because he knew at some point you would end up wearing them.
“How’s the head?” He asked, as he pulled the pillow onto his lap, knowing that when you were hungover you liked having some comfort from another person. A nap sounded like a good idea but he just wasn’t tired, he was still pretty wired. Thanks to the club life, he was used to only getting a couple of hours of sleep after a session of heavy drinking.
“Bumping,” you mumbled as you curled up next to him, placing your head on the pillow. The feeling of him running his fingers through your hair was helping you relax and not focus on the small elephant that was currently occupying your head. You always loved having your hair played with - it was one of the few things that made you fall asleep when you weren't tired.
Turning on the tv he made sure the volume was on low so it didn't disturb you, not that he was watching it. It was just on for the low level background noise as he let his mind wander.
Jax felt your breathing shallow out and soft snores coming from his lap. No matter how many times he told you that you snored in your sleep, you point blank denied any of it. He couldn’t help himself as he watched you sleep peacefully in his lap, taking the opportunity to soak up your features. It was an automatic reaction as he gently ran his fingers across the faint scar that ran along your jawline. He always told you to not get into fights but when you were younger you didn’t listen to him. Especially when someone bad mouthed him, you saw red.
You looked so relaxed, so peaceful. He knew you had something playing in your mind, he had seen how your eyes glazed over when you were having an internal battle. It was odd that you didn’t vent to him about it and he couldn’t help but wonder what it was that got you stuck at a crossroads. But he wasn’t going to push you on it, you would tell him when you were ready.
This week had started out as something completely different, but over the course of the last three days things had been flipped upside down and set his entire world on fire.
Things were starting to change and he felt lines were starting to get blurred between the two of you. Maybe it was just the whole fake marriage but he felt it was something more and he was definitely enjoying it more than he should have been. Especially when he realised that he didn’t want to go back to Charming. He wanted to stay here in Vegas where the cloud of pain didn’t exist unlike back home the cloud constantly hovered over the both of you. He also hated the fact that it meant you weren't going to be by his side twenty four seven.
The week was going too fast for him, it was already Wednesday and soon enough they would be on the road heading back to the reality that was Charming. He just wasn’t ready for that. He had already checked with the front desk to see if their stay could be extended but there was no availability so he went back to the drawing board. He knew he had managed to get you two weeks off work so maybe you didn’t have to go back to reality so soon.
What was originally going to be a recovery week was potentially going to be another week of pure bliss. Grabbing his phone from the bedside table he started googling for places in Vegas that had vacancies but he was coming up empty, some big convention was coming to town apparently and had wiped everything out.
“Come on think,” He mumbled to himself, as he started to google things that were on the route home, so maybe you could stop and sight see.
Then he found it — the perfect little cabin in the woods, still a three and a half hour drive from Charming. As he scrolled through the pictures, he quickly fell in love with it and realised that it was perfect. It even had its own hot tub. His fingers darted across the screen as he made the reservation for the week. He wasn’t going to tell you about it, he planned on surprising you on the way home.
Once everything had been booked, he started scrolling through the photos that had been taken over the last three days, swiping away the texts that had come through. He didn’t want to know what was going on outside of the little bubble. The club would be fine until he got back.
He felt his heart rate increase as he started scrolling through the photos. Every one that had been taken of the two of you made it look like you were a couple that were completely and utterly in love. It was like he was looking at someone else’s life, the two people in the photos looked so fucking happy. It was the happiest either of you had looked in a while, he could see the sparks back in your eyes, something he hadn’t seen for the last year. But his favourite photo was the one he snuck when you won the jackpot on one of the slot machines. Your arms were thrown in the air, drink still in hand, the smile that you wore was as big and as bright as the lights on the machine.
He didn’t know what he was going to do once the reality of life set back in. And if he was being honest with himself, he found him wondering what life would be if the lines did get crossed. Would it massively change the dynamic the two of you had together? Or would you both get your happily ever after?
Summary: Jax and Y/N had always been close, they were each other’s partners in crime, the light in the dark and the shelter from the storm. Both just coming out of messy divorces and being each other’s life line. So what happens when Jax springs a last minute trip on Y/N? What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, well that’s what they thought.
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This Months Writing
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The room was quiet as Jax jolted awake in a state of panic, momentarily forgetting where he was, the weight of another body kept him pinned to the bed. Groaning due to the pounding that was happening inside his head. He ran his hand over his face then glanced down and the last 72 hours came rushing back to him the moment he saw you sleeping peacefully against his chest. It had been three days of heavy drinking and he knew you would be feeling it this morning.
A small smile appeared on his lips as he realised you were both fully dressed in last night's clothes and surrounded by the money you excitedly threw in the air when you got back last night. Even though he told you it was a bad idea you didn’t listen. But he had to admit it was worth it hearing you squealing and getting all excited. But neither of you could be bothered to clean everything up so you slept on the money. He remembered the drunken argument about there only being on bed before you finally gave in and passed out in his arms.
“Why would you book a room with only one fucking bed?”
“Why does it matter Darlin’, we’ve slept in the same bed plenty of times - the last two night included,”
“I..it’s different okay,”
“Why is this any different?”
“Because,” you paused, pouting as you tried to keep yourself from face planting the floor. Jax was staring at you and he could tell you were fighting something deep inside. Finally you spoke again. “Fuck it, I’m too tired and drunk to be arguing about a bed,”
Jax shook his head as he climbed into bed, feeling completely shocked when you climbed into bed and crawled over to him, nuzzling under his arm and curling up against his side. The last two nights you’d slept almost glued to the side of the bed with your back to him even after reminding you there was plenty of room.
In this moment his heart was happy, the person that meant the world to him was in his arms sleeping peacefully. Slowly he ran his fingers along your cheek, using the private moment to allow himself to explore his feelings again. He needed to wake you up otherwise you were going to miss breakfast and he knew what you were like when it came to missing a meal. He definitely did not need a hungover hangry gremlin on his hands but he knew that waking you up would be a task in itself.
“Hey, sleepy,” he hummed softly, pressing a few soft kisses on your forehead, which caused you to stir in your sleep. “Come on, we need to wake up.”
“Don’t wanna,” you grumbled, as you snuggled up closer to Jax, making his smile grow even more.
“We are gonna miss breakfast if you don’t get your ass out of bed.” The mention of breakfast peaked your attention causing you to slowly open your eyes, before instantly squeezing them closed again due to the brightness of the room. You’d come to regret the wall of windows overlooking the strip when you forgot to close the curtains and the morning light shined through. Without thinking Jax reached over to the bedside table and grabbed your sunglasses before carefully putting them on you.
“Urgh, my head is fucking pounding,” you groaned, rolling onto your back, running your hands over your face before tangling them in your hair. The weight changed on the bed signaling Jax had gotten out of bed. “How much did we drink last night?”
“I’m not sure darlin’,” he hummed, picking up three empty bottles of champagne. “But I definitely think we carried on drinking when we got back here,” he chuckled, placing the bottles by the door. “Now come on, let's get ready and find somewhere that does pancakes.”
“Do we have to?” you pouted, pushing yourself up so you were kneeling on the end of the bed, pulling a couple of notes out of your bra, raising your eyebrow at how they got there in the first place.
“Unless you can find a place that serves pancakes all day then you need to get your lazy ass out of that bed,” he said as he started to tidy the room up, mainly by picking up all the cash you tossed everywhere.
“There is a thing called room service, you know,” you giggled, flopping back down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. “I kinda want a lazy day today, I’m wiped and we are on vacation. Everybody knows it isn’t a proper vacation unless you spend at least one day sleeping in and lazing about. But I promise we can go out for dinner after I’ve slept some more.”
Jax mulled over your proposal, and to him it sounded perfect, he could use some down time, too. “Fine, you win this time,” he chuckled trying to find his phone to order room service from the app. He didn’t need to ask what you wanted which was good as the moment he glanced over he saw you had dozed back off to sleep. Shaking his head he finished placing the order and continued to pick up all the money.
After about ten minutes he had what he believed to be all of the cash you launched in the air. Kicking the duffel bag back under the dressing table, he made his way to the side of the bed you were sleeping on.
“You gonna wake up darlin’?” He asked softly, perching on the edge of the bed, brushing some of the hair out of your face. “Breakfast will be here soon.”
Groaning as you stretched, it was obvious to Jax that the hangover was kicking your ass. “Why don't you go get a shower, I promise it will make you feel so much better,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
As you started to move there was a knock at the door signally room service had arrived with breakfast. “But food is here?”
“I will sort breakfast out. Just be quick.”
“Okay,” you mumbled, sighing as you finally rolled out of bed, knowing you looked in a complete mess. Your dress had rolled up during the night and was now sitting around your hips, your hair was a disaster and the sunglasses were hiding the smeared makeup. But Jax, he still looked as good as when you both left last night.
“Hang on,” Jax laughed, moving so he was standing behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “This should do for the tip right?” He smirked, peeling the stuck hundred dollar bill from your ass cheek.
“Jesus Christ, Teller,” you giggled, shaking your head at the fact he was literally going to tip the room service person with a bill that had been stuck to your ass for god knows how long. Only he would think to do something like that. Deciding it would be best to leave him to it, you entered the bathroom turning on the shower to let the water heat up.
Whilst you were waiting you stripped out of last night's clothes that stank of alcohol. You looked in the mirror, pulling your sunglasses off and tossing them onto the counter. Just as you thought, your makeup was smeared across your face and you started to regret at least not taking it off before you passed out.
You didn't want to think about the fact you woke up Jax’s arms. So far this trip you had managed to stay on your side of the bed but as the lines were starting to blur and be crossed and you continued to share a bed with him, you knew that at some point you would get up like you had this morning. So you pushed it to the back of your mind as you stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash away the aftermath of the night before.
Soon enough the smell of pancakes and fresh coffee drifted into the bathroom, telling you it was time to get out and get food. Shutting the water off you blindly hit the wall with your palm until you found your towel, pulling it to your face and drying your eyes before you wrapped your hair up. It was at this point you were considering packing a few of the towels in your suitcase just because they were so damn soft and fluffy and made your towels back home feel like cardboard.
“If you don’t hurry up I’m eating your pancakes,” Jax shouted, making you roll your eyes, knowing full well he knew what would happen if he touched your breakfast.
“Don’t get your knickers in a twist, Teller, I’m coming,” you said, narrowing your eyes at him as you came out of the bathroom in a fluffy robe. He’d at least pulled the curtains so the room was darker. The first thing you saw when you stepped out of the bathroom, however, was he had set up the tray on the bed. Raising your brow at him you were just about to question it when there was a perfectly good table on the other side of the room.
“Oh please, don’t even try and tell me that you aren’t going to eat this whole stack of pancakes, go out onto the balcony for a smoke and want a nap after,” he winked, “you are forgetting how well I know you, Y/L/N,”
The moment that you were standing by the bed, your eyes started combing the breakfast for the little bundles of death. Why places decided to put fruit on pancakes you would never know, bacon and syrup should be the only things that went on them, everyone knew that.
Jax knew what you were looking for. “There’s no death berries. Don’t worry, Darlin’, you are safe,” he smiled.
“You threw them away already?”
“No, when I made the booking I specifically stated no strawberries on anything,” he smiled softly, knowing how allergic you were to them. “It wouldn’t be a good week if we ended up in the ER would it? And plus I’ve seen you have a reaction before and do not want to see you go through that again, now sit your ass down and eat.”
As you were eating all you could think about the fact he made sure that the hotel knew about your allergy, and that thought made your heart grow soft because your ex didn’t focus on the little things like that. On more than one occasion he came home after an argument or when he had messed up with a bunch of roses, which you detested, and chocolate covered strawberries. But the arguing started again when you brought up your forgotten allergy.
But Jax. Jax never forgot, it was always at the front of his mind when you went for food. Checking the menu beforehand or calling to make them aware of your allergy.
It got you thinking of all the things Jax did that your husband never did. When it came to flowers, your ex-husband only got them when he fucked up, but Jax knew you loved sunflowers, and that they were your favourite so he sent them at random times or when he knew you were having a bad day just to make you smile.
Your ex-husband never remembered what your go to order was for restaurants but Jax, he always knew. And when you questioned him about it he showed you the note he had on his phone of all the places you ate and what your go-to order was. Although as the years went on he didn’t need the reference sheet anymore.
Your head started to spin and not from the hangover. Why were you suddenly comparing Jax to your ex? Was it just the fact he brought up memories with the strawberries or was your heart trying to tell you something?
Summary: Jax and Y/N had always been close, they were each other’s partners in crime, the light in the dark and the shelter from the storm. Both just coming out of messy divorces and being each other’s life line. So what happens when Jax springs a last minute trip on Y/N? What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, well that’s what they thought.
Waking Up In Vegas Masterlist
This Months Writing
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“Do you want me to just go and kill a cow and put it on your plate?” you said, pulling your fist to your mouth as you watched Jax cut into his steak. The fucking thing might as well be alive.
“I mean I wouldn’t say no,” he smirked, stabbing the meat with his fork, slightly amused that your reaction to his steak never changed. You were always grossed out by how rare he liked it. But what delighted him every single time was the fact you would keep one of the menus back so you could create a barrier between his plate and you, not wanting it in your line of sight. “You are the one that has your steak overcooked.”
“Well, you have it undercooked,” you giggled, sticking your tongue out at him. You were so glad that nothing got said about the moment that happened back in the hotel room. You really didn’t want to address what happened and were content to just pretend it didn’t.
“Come on, you can do better than that,” he winked, making you scowl at him as you had a mouthful of food. He knew you would have thrown something at him, more than likely the steak knife that you were twirling between your fingers but you both knew this wasn’t the place to act like animals if you wanted to keep your room for the week.
Glancing around the hotel restaurant, the beauty of it took your breath away. Everything was dark wood accented with reds. Floor to ceiling partitions separated the diners. Tables were clothed in dark colors, settings holding silverware you didn’t know to use properly. Waiters flitted in and out, quietly and quickly replacing anything you’d touched in between courses of food that set your taste buds alight. This place was like somewhere you never thought you would find yourself in. It was fancy and you didn’t really do fancy.
“So, moving on from your gross steak,” you hummed, glancing back at Jax, instantly kicking him under the table making him groan. “Do not make a dick joke, or I will stab you.”
“How did you even know?”
“I could see it in your eyes, you disgusting pig,” you said, narrowing your eyes at him as he rubbed his knee under the table. “I have a confession to make, I don’t actually know how to play anything at the casino, well apart from the slots.” A wave of embarrassment washed over you, you felt slightly stupid for being in Vegas and not knowing how the fuck to play anything.
“Don’t worry, darlin’, you are with the master at gambling so I will teach you,” he smirked, poking the menu so it fell flat onto the table. “You are in safe hands as always. Now let's get out of here, I am feeling lucky tonight,” He laughed, rubbing his hands together.
It felt weird not getting the bill at the restaurant, but it was all being put on the room tab for the end of your stay. Luckily you were both sensible and left ten grand hidden away, just in case you blew all the money.
You removed the cloth napkin from your lap, standing up to join Jax at the side of the table. The sparks that erupted throughout your body the moment Jax placed his hand on your lower back were intense. What the hell was going on? You never felt this when Jax touched you before, so why was it happening now? Ever since the two of you nearly kissed things had been different even though you were trying to pretend that nothing happened. There was still a small cloud of tension that hovered inside you.
You stepped away from his hand, but your brain finally stepped in and reminded you that for this week you were his fake wife and if you wanted free stuff you needed to act the part. You realized if you were going to make this believable, you needed to let go of the tension and any weird feelings you were harboring and start to play the part. Taking a breath, you wrapped your arms around his waist and placed a soft kiss on his lips. It was only a quick peck, something that you had done plenty of times before. One of the things both your ex’s didn’t understand - the easy affection and kisses on the lips to each other and other members of the club. But why did this one suddenly feel different?
“Love you,” you whispered, looking deeply into his eyes. You never put the I in front of love you, a way to keep it casual, but now the words felt incomplete. At least it made things look a bit more legit to everyone else and it didn’t make things weird between you and Jax.
“Love you, too,” he winked, squeezing you tight before you rested your head on his shoulder, which thanks to the heels you were able to reach while standing. “Now come on, let's see if you can leave here with double the amount of cash we came with,” he pauses, “or see if we lose every penny, either way it doesn’t matter.”
After numerous shots had been knocked back at the casino bar, you made your way to the roulette table, something nice and easy to start with. Jax sat down first and as soon as he was settled he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you down onto his lap. His breath tickled the back of your neck, as you tried not to let your thoughts drift to the feeling of his breath and his thumb rubbing the top of your bare thigh. You needed to focus on the here and now.
Maybe the shots weren’t such a good idea.
“So pretty girl,” he breathed in your ear, his lips brushing the shell as he spoke. “All you need to do is pick a number and either red or black and put your chips on it.”
“Seems simple enough.” You nodded, gulping as he teeth gazed at your ear, sending shockwaves down your body and straight to your core. You felt your resolve crumbling. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right? So if by the end of the week you ended up letting Jax fuck you, it wouldn’t be the end of the world. Shaking your head, you weren’t even that drunk yet, so you needed to stop thinking about those things. You looked at the numbers on the table smirking at the fact that black nine and four hadn’t been taken yet. “We will take black and my lucky numbers, numbers nine and four.”
Jax felt like his heart was going to explode when he heard you say they were your lucky numbers. He didn’t even have to ask why you chose the two numbers you did, they were his birthday and month. He couldn’t help but squeeze you a little bit tighter as he nuzzled his face into your neck, letting the smell of your perfume wash over him.
Leaning back into him you watched the little ball spin around the wheel, not taking your eyes off it. It was all you could do not to focus on the feeling of Jax caressing your skin so you were determined to focus on the game.
The moment the ball landed on black nine, you squealed with happiness making Jax laugh while shaking his head. He always knew you got over excited at the smallest things.
“Told you it was my lucky number,” you grinned, pressing your lips against his.
“Well, that day is lucky anyway because I was born,” he hummed against your lips, “so you cheated by choosing a lucky day.”
“Shut up,” you giggled, tapping his nose. “Just because I won and you didn’t, you might want to play next time baby.” you winked before turning back to the table.
You had a feeling this was going to be a long night and lots of alcohol would be needed to get through it, especially if the flirting and the gentle touches continued, it already felt like Jax was leaving a trail of fire in his path.
Summary: Jax and Y/N had always been close, they were each other’s partners in crime, the light in the dark and the shelter from the storm. Both just coming out of messy divorces and being each other’s life line. So what happens when Jax springs a last minute trip on Y/N? What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, well that’s what they thought.
Waking Up In Vegas Masterlist
This Months Writing
A/N ooooo suits getting emotional
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Jax stood there in disbelief at what almost happened. He felt the change in the air in the room — it was now thick, heavy, and something that could be cut with a knife. He watched as you practically sprint into the bathroom, slamming the door behind you. Then tension broke as the sound of someone knocking on the door brought him back to reality. Letting a sigh escape his lips, he made his way to the door pulling it open.
“Courtesy of the Palace,” the girl smiled, not hiding the fact she was eyeing Jax up, but he stood there with a straight face not entertaining her. “We hope you have a fabulous stay, and congratulations.” she grinned, handing Jax a bottle of champagne and a large box of chocolates.
“Thank you,” Jax nodded, quickly closing the door. He didn't need to stand there any longer and he didn’t want to flirt. Taking a deep breath he placed the bottle and the chocolates on the low table at the foot of the bed just as you came out of the bathroom.
“What did they want?”
“The freebies have started, Darlin’,” he smirked, shaking off the lingering heaviness, pointing to the table. “For the happy couple,” he laughed. He needed to put the front on, pretend everything was okay, which was the first time he had ever had to do that with you. But he felt it was needed, pushing the moment that not long happened out of his mind. Clearly, the room and Vegas lights were having an effect on him. “You done with the bathroom? I am in desperate need of a shower.”
“Yeah, I was going to take advantage of the tub but I have loosened up a bit now, so knock yourself out, Blondie,” You smiled at him. You knew if you stripped and got in the tub, you’d be tempted to ask him to join you, so you’d let it drain, blowing out the candles while you were in there. You walk around Jax, making sure not to accidentally brush up against him, to inspect the goods on the bed. You hum in approval, it definitely wasn't cheap stuff. Maybe this charade would be worth it after all. “Don’t take too long, I am starving.”
“You take a lot longer to get ready than me, so I will have less of that,” he hummed, as he opened his case to grab his toiletry bag. Maybe the shower would help clear his mind because no matter how much he tried, he kept going back to the fact that he nearly kissed his best friend. It wasn’t like he hadn’t kissed you before but every other time was just a quick peck of hello, goodbye, or thanks. This was different, and it confused the fuck out of him. “Turn the music up, I’m gonna keep the door open so I can hear it.”
He didn’t wait for your response before diving into the bathroom, leaving the door open a crack. Taking a look in the mirror he sighed as he saw the dark circles that were around his eyes. Circles caused by a long and hurtful year. He was hoping this trip would clear his mind but now it was just making him even more confused. Yes, he’d spent his whole life flirting with you but it was harmless. Now everything felt different and he wasn’t good with change. Never had been and never will be.
Stripping off he turned on the shower, making sure it was at the perfect temperature before he climbed in. He didn’t know how much time had passed as he just stood under the stream of water letting it wash over him. He could hear the music loud and clear and from the sounds of it you had put the throwback playlist on making him smirk. But then the song changed, causing him to rest his head on the cool tiled wall as the lyrics to the song washed over him.
I sit and wait. Does an angel contemplate my fate? And do they know. The places where we go. When we're grey and old. 'Cause I have been told. That salvation lets their wings unfold. So when I'm lying in my bed, thoughts running through my head. And I feel the love is dead. I'm loving angels instead
He had heard this song probably a million times but again everything was changing so it was like his heart was hearing the lyrics for the first time. This was the first time the lyrics hit home and the person that came to mind was his best friend, who was getting ready in the next room, not his ex wife or any other former lovers. The water was hot on his skin as he stood there completely lost in his thoughts. Thoughts he didn’t think he would ever be having.
And through it all she offers me protection, a lot of love and affection. Whether I'm right or wrong. And down the waterfall wherever it may take me. I know that life won't break me. When I come to call, she won't forsake me. I'm loving angels instead
His angel was you. The song was making sense to him in a way it hadn’t before. When he was having a bad day, he would run to you. When he had big news to share, you were the first person he wanted to tell. He didn’t need to ask to crash at your place when he needed to feel safe. You were the person that accepted him for who he was, flaws and all. When he needed to feel love, you were always the person that welcomed him with open arms. Tara always met him with a sharp tongue and criticism, quick to blame him for any problems in her life.
When I'm feeling weak, and my pain walks down a one way street. I look above and I know I'll always be blessed with love.
But you, you didn’t care if you had plans. You would cancel in a heartbeat if he needed you. He had lost count how many nights he had spent laying on your sofa, with his head in your lap as you played with his hair.
The tears were burning his eyes as the lyrics really hit home, he never thought that for his whole life the person that he had been searching for was right in under his nose the whole damn time. He finally let the tears roll down his face, but once he started it was hard to stop as all the memories he had made with you played in his head.
And as the feeling grows, she breathes flesh to my bones. And when love is dead. I'm loving angels instead
He didn’t expect that not even twenty four hours into the trip he would be standing in the shower, crying because of a song. But here he was, silently bawling his eyes out over his best friend.
Everything made complete sense now. He was finally seeing what your exes saw, what made them feel like outsiders when you were together. He always said you were the Angel that sat on his shoulder just like he was the devil that sat on yours. You were each other's other half, the ying to his yang, soulmate and perfect match, yet neither of you realised.
The song came to an end along with his tears. He decided to push his revelation to the back of his mind and enjoy this week being fake married. He could and would deal with his feelings once you were back home. Whether it was something he was going to try to bury in a crow eater, or whether he was going to bring up yet, he wasn’t sure but he knew it wasn’t something he could spring on you, especially not knowing where your head was at.
“Jax, seriously you better not be having a wank in there,” Your voice shouted, pulling him out of his thoughts, letting a small laugh escape his lips.
“I wasn’t but you can help me if you want Darlin’, I’d never say no to a helping hand,” he shouted back, as he splashed his face with more water.
“I’d rather gouge my eyes out with a spoon, you fucking animal,” you giggled. There it was. The normal banter, no awkwardness just the two of you acting like nothing happened. This he could handle.
Summary: Jax and Y/N had always been close, they were each other’s partners in crime, the light in the dark and the shelter from the storm. Both just coming out of messy divorces and being each other’s life line. So what happens when Jax springs a last minute trip on Y/N? What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, well that’s what they thought.
Waking Up In Vegas Masterlist
This Months Writing
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Jax draped his arm over your shoulder as the pair of you strolled into the hotel, dragging your suitcases behind you. Somehow Jax had managed to wear the duffel bag like a backpack so at least the cash was safe. The last thing you needed was thirty grand to go missing.
This place was amazing. It wasn’t the first time you had been to Vegas but this time felt different. Staying at Caesars Palace was a step up from staying at a fleabag hotel on a quick weekend getaway or when you tagged along on a muling trip. Jax looked over at you to find you like a kid on Christmas morning, taking in the bright lights and just the hotel in general.
“Come on, then,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head, “let’s check in, freshen up and let’s see what kind of trouble we can get into.”
“I want a trouble free week, Mr. Teller,” you giggled, poking him in the chest, although you knew full well that this week wouldn’t be anything other than complete chaos. It always was when it came to you and Jax, it was like trouble always followed the pair of you.
“You ain’t no Angel, Darlin’,” Jax winked, as he guided you both to the front desk. “You are just as bad as I am.”
“Welcome to Caesars Palace, do you have a booking reference or the name it was booked under?”
Resting your head on Jax’s shoulder, you watched as he dug his wallet from his pocket, “Urm, yeah it should be under Teller,” Jax nodded, pulling his ID out to prove he was who he said he was. You couldn’t wait to get into the room and get a shower, your muscles aching from sitting for eight hours in bucket seats and the hot water would help loosen them up.
“Okay Mr. Teller, I have your booking here. And congratulations, the honeymoon suite is all ready for you. If you head over to your right the lifts are located there and you are on the top floor. Here are the keys Mr. and Mrs. Teller. Thank you for staying with us at the Palace for such a special occasion.”
“Perfect, thanks bro,” Jax nodded, not taking his eyes off you, the moment the guy said the honeymoon suite. He thought your eyes were going to pop out of your head, making him laugh. “Come on, darlin’” he smirked, kissing the top of your head.
He practically had to drag you to the elevators. It was like you had frozen. He knew you would freak out but it was the only room they had left so he took it. “You gonna say something? I can see you are dying to,” Jax laughed as you entered the elevator.
The moment the doors closed, you let out a breath you were holding, trying to not make a scene in public. “You fucking booked the honeymoon suite? Why did he call us Mr. and Mrs. fucking Teller? After what we both just went through? What the fuck, Jax?” You said in one breath as you reached up pulling the hair tie from your hair, shaking your head letting it fall down your back.
Jax shook his head before taking your hand. “Geeze, woman, chill out, it was the only room they had, okay? I’m not asking you to marry me.”
“Couldn’t think of anything worse,” you laughed, cocking a hip. “You’re a pain in my ass, you do know that don’t you?”
“And I’m proud of it, darlin’.”
“One more thing Teller, if we end up leaving Vegas married, like proper married.” You said lowly, placing your hand on his bearded chin, making him look your dead in the eyes as you said the next bit. “I will kill you.”
“Copy that,” he smirked, he couldn’t help but snake his arms around your waist, pulling your body until it collided with his, resting his hands on your ass. “Don't mean we can’t have some fun though,” he breathed.
You always knew that Jax was good with women and you knew it had a lot to do with the fact he practiced on you all of the time. Yes, he was a perpetual flirt but you were always his favourite target. But one of the benefits of being his best friend all these years meant you had seen the best and the worst of Jackson Teller. Which meant the standard Teller charm had no effect on you whatsoever. Or so you thought.
“Disgusting,” you laughed, shaking your head, but not moving his hand off your ass. “What I said about you being perverted, I stand by that.”
The smile on Jax’s face was wide, it was only day one of this trip but he could feel it slowly chipping away at the hurt. The banter that was borderline on whether it was flirting or not, was back. Your thumb brushed lightly across his cheek as he gave you his famous Teller smirk. Before he could respond the doors opened and you moved from his arms, running down the corridor like a child.
“You don’t even know what room, you idiot.”
“Yeah, I do,” you shouted over your shoulder. “It’s that one, you know, the one that said Honeymoon Suite above the door? Now hurry up, I need to get out of this bra and these jeans.”
“I can help with that if you want, Darlin’,” he smirked, slapping your ass as he unlocked the door, pushing it open with his foot.
Rolling your eyes at him, you flipped him the bird as you strolled into the room, finding your bags had already been brought up to the room. You were immediately drawn to the wall of windows opposite the door. Being on the top floor, you were able to overlook most of the strip. Even in the daytime, lights twinkled, beckoning people to spend their money. People on the sidewalk looked like ants.
Turning your attention to the room, your breath was taken away. Light creams accented with low lighting gave the room an intimate feel. The bed stood tall and proud in the middle of the room, the blankets as voluminous as a cloud. You could see through the open door of the bathroom the jacuzzi tub had been filled with bubbles and rose petals, surrounded by already lit candles. It was beautiful and romantic as fuck. And probably not the place for two best friends to be sharing but here you were.
“Fuck,” you sighed, as your eyes settled on the bed, realization settling like a rock in your belly. “Jax, there’s only one bed.”
“Well, they ain’t putting twin beds in the honeymoon suite are they, darlin’? Plus we’ve shared a bed before, it’s cool. You know I only bite if you want me to,” he hummed, brushing a strand of your hair out of your face. His eyes search your face, noting your wide eyed expression. “You aren’t mad are you?”
He’s right, of course. You’d had numerous sleep overs, intentional and unintentional, that had you waking up in the same bed. Why did this time feel different? “You are ridiculous, you know that right? But I could never be mad at you,” you finish softly.
“I’m glad you said that,” he smirked, reaching into the pocket of his hoodie, pulling out two plastic clamshell containers out of his pocket. “Because I was thinking just how much fun we could have as ‘newly weds’. Just imagine all the free shit we could get.”
You eyed the clamshells for a second as you thought about it, knowing he had a point. And you were a sucker for free shit. You were already staying in the honeymoon suite. As long as you could keep up the charade, why not? “That could be fun, lead the way Mr. Teller,”
“First things first,” he smirked, holding out the plastic containers so you could see what was inside - two tacky golden rings like the kind you get from gas station vending machines. “If we wanna make it believable we need these.”
“You Asshole,” you breathed, smacking him in the chest. “You did fucking plan this.”
“You give me far too much credit, darlin’, none of this was planned,” he laughed as he got the rings out of the boxes. “It’s all just kind of falling into place. Knowing we had the honeymoon suite, the moment I saw the rings in that gas station, I needed to get them. May have spent 20 dollars on the damn coin machine so don’t say I never got you anything.”
“So that’s what took you an age back there, I thought you had fallen into the toilet again.”
“That happened once while I was drunk and you promised not to bring it up again,” he pouted as he messed with his bare ring finger. He couldn’t lie, he missed there being a band of metal there, missed having it represent someone who loved him for who he is. “But I do think it would be a nice deterrent for the week, you know, not being hit on every moment.”
Taking a breath, you looked up at him, placing your right hand on his cheek, getting slightly lost in his blue eyes that were soft and shining bright with love. The moment Jax slowly slid the plastic ring onto your finger it was like the air in the room became heavier, the two of you just standing in the middle of the room getting lost in each other’s eyes. This was the first time in a while that Jax had the fire back in his eyes since his divorce. You don’t know what you were thinking as you both started inching closer to each other.
Before you could think better of it, your lips were millimeters away from his, his beard tickling your cheeks and his breath fanning your lips. Your heart was pounding out of your chest, you didn’t quite know what was happening. But just as your lips were about to connect there was a loud knock on the door, followed by a shout of “room service”. The intrusion breaks the moment before your lips touch. You both jump away from each other, pretending that didn’t just happen, and that the feelings you felt were all in your head.
Summary: Jax and Y/N had always been close, they were each other’s partners in crime, the light in the dark and the shelter from the storm. Both just coming out of messy divorces and being each other’s life line. So what happens when Jax springs a last minute trip on Y/N? What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, well that’s what they thought.
Waking Up In Vegas Masterlist
This Months Writing
A/N another shorter one, I’ve looked and they get a lot longer from around part 7
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“Fuck, this is tuuuuuuune,” you shrieked turning up the radio from the controls on your steering wheel. Jax snorted as he laughed, he always found it amusing when you got so excited over a song. But he was slightly concerned knowing how into the songs you got and with you driving it was just a recipe for disaster.
“I need love, love. Ooh to ease my mind and I need to find time. Someone to call mine. My mama said, "you can't hurry love. No, you'll just have to wait" She said, "love don't come easy. Well it's a game of give and take"” You sang at the top of your lungs, not caring that you were making a fool out of yourself, letting the music take over you started dancing along to the music. “You can't hurry love. No, you'll just have to wait. Just trust in the good time.No matter how long it takes.”
Jax had to admit even though it was an old song it was a banger and he found himself singing along. Both of your vocals mixed together and sounded like a dying cat that was stuck in a vacuum cleaner.
“How many heartaches must I stand. Before I find the love to let me live again. Right now the only thing that keeps me hanging on. When I feel my strength, ooh, it's almost gone,” You sang together, your hands were flying around, while keeping one hand on the wheel. The music was loud and the bass was bumping.
Neither of you cared about what you looked like to the outside world, all that mattered was the time you were spending with your best friend. Both trying to heal the pain and scars from the last year.
Jax watched you scowl at him as he adjusted the volume of the music making him laugh. Ever since you were younger he thought your annoyed face was cute and adorable, especially when pouting. “Why did you turn down the radio?”
“Because I know what you are like and I do not want you to kill us before we make Vegas.” he smirked, placing his hand on your thigh once again, tucking his fingers under the material of the jeans causing the coldness of his rings to meet your skin which felt like it was on fire. “It looks like there is a gas station up ahead, so please take your foot off the gas and pull in because I need a piss.”
“Well you did down about three full bottles of gatorade so what do you expect,” you laughed, flicking on the indicator as you slowed the car down to turn off the road. You had to admit you were grateful for the break. You had been driving non stop for the last three hours and you needed to stretch your legs. “So you brought it on yourself.”
“Shut up,” Jax winked before ducking out of the car, after fighting with the seatbelt he had somehow gotten himself tangled up in. Shaking your head at him as he practically ran into the service station in hunt for a toilet.
Some things would never change. Climbing out of the car, you instantly placed a cigarette between your lips, lighting it as you stretched your legs out the best you could. Pulling your sunglasses to the top of your head you quickly checked what the traffic was looking like on the map. You were making good time and so far there had been very little traffic meaning you could put your foot down and would hopefully make up more time as you went on.
Leaning against the front wing of the car, you let your mind wander. There was always something about your relationship with Jax that you didn’t feel with anyone else. Whenever you were together it was like nothing else mattered apart from the two of you. He had been your partner in crime for years now, and there was always that feeling of home with him. He was the person you ran to when shit went south or you were having a bad day.
It always confused you why you only felt the feeling with him when you should have felt that with your husband. He became your ex when the feeling never manifested. But with Jax, god, it felt like he set your world on fire. Unsure whether this was just because you were so close or whether it was something that you were too scared to admit, you just refused to acknowledge it.
“Fuck me,” Jax shouted from across the parking lot, pulling you from your thoughts, looking over at him. He was wearing his signature smirk as he made his way over to you. “Thought I wasn’t gonna make it.”
“Well, I am glad you didn’t piss yourself,” you chuckled, tossing the cigarette on the floor, crushing it into the ground with your trainer. As you got closer to Jax you tossed him the keys, making your way inside to use the toilet before picking up a few more packs of smokes to ensure you had enough for the rest of the journey because you knew how grumpy you both got when you didn’t have nicotine.
The roads passed, the scenery changed, the radio had been turned down and the windows were down so you could hear the sound of your car on the open roads. The roar of the exhaust was a sound you would never tire of hearing. This car was your baby and it would always be. To everyone else it was just a car but to you it was one of your safe spaces. When you were having a bad day you and Jax would hit the road driving with no destination in mind, no music, no talking just the sound of the car filling the silence. And it meant a lot because Jax was the one who bought it for you as a birthday present. Secretly, he had been saving up for it knowing that you had been eyeing it up for a while.
Jax glanced over, watching as your smile grew wider as he put his foot down on the open road. He would never regret buying this car for you. He could still remember the day he drove it over, watching you drool with a hint of jealousy in your eyes. Then he tossed you the keys telling you that it was yours. He had never seen anyone so happy. And he never expected you to tackle him to the ground.
It was now the millionth time that you had heard Easy On me come on the radio but this time was different, this time Jax felt every word and, shocking himself, started belting out the song.
Go easy on me, baby, I was still a child, didn’t get the chance to feel the world around me, I had no time to choose what I chose to do, so go easy on me.
Keeping his eyes on the road, he kept his focus there while he sang, with you joining in, feeling the pain he felt. You had both been through some shit, and not just from the past relationships either. The moment you saw his eyes glaze over with tears he refused to let fall, you placed your hand on his thigh, you gave him a squeeze letting him know you were here, he was safe and you weren't going anywhere.
You were always going to be each other’s anchor, the light in the dark, the shelter from the storm, and nothing or nobody in this world could change that.
Summary: Jax and Y/N had always been close, they were each other’s partners in crime, the light in the dark and the shelter from the storm. Both just coming out of messy divorces and being each other’s life line. So what happens when Jax springs a last minute trip on Y/N? What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, well that’s what they thought.
Waking Up In Vegas Masterlist
This Months Writing
A/N Thank you for all the love on part one I promise these parts get longer 😂 only just realising now how short they are compared to later parts ||
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You were taking too long for Jax although you were now fully dressed and sorting your hair out, but he wanted to be on the road as soon as possible. He wanted to get out of this god forsaken town for something other than muling runs, so he took matters into his own hands as he dragged your suitcase out from under your bed. Chucking to himself, he eyed the bullet holes that were scattered across the front. More memories filled his mind as he unzipped the case, like the two of you using it for target practice while drunk.
He felt your scowl on his back the moment he opened your underwear drawer. Watching him through the mirror, you saw he was pulling all of the skimpy garments out, giving them the once over before tossing them into the case without a care in the world.
“God, you are so impatient,” you giggled, as you tied your hair into a ponytail.
“Well, it ain’t my fault that you take a fucking age to get ready,” he huffed, as he rooted through your wardrobe, pulling enough outfits out for a month long trip.
“How many outfits are you expecting me to go through?” you asked, raising your brow at him as you took the garments off of him. There was no way you were letting him just toss some of these dresses into the case, not with the price tag that some of them had. “It’s a week long trip, not a month.”
“Again, you are indecisive to the point I need to get you to think about what takeout we order for movie night a week in advance and even then you always change your fucking mind at the last minute,” he said lowly, but with a playful tone in his voice. “Now where is your makeup bag?”
He was like a little whirlwind, asking where certain items were before rushing around to collect everything. You knew why he was rushing for two reasons. The first one being traffic would be a bitch at some point of the journey and the second was he wanted to get away from everything in this town. And you couldn’t blame him. He was right when he said the pair of you were drowning, only having each other as a lifeline. To the outside world you both put on a brave face, not wanting to burden anyone with your feelings but when it came to the sanctuary of your home - this was where you both had your breakdowns, usually in each other’s arms.
Within record time your bag was packed and Jax was hauling it down to the car while you quickly ran around the house making sure all the doors and windows were locked and everything that didn’t need to be switched on was turned off and finally that the security cameras were on. Jax’s bike was safely locked in your garage.
Grabbing your phone off the kitchen counter, you headed to the front door ready to start what you were sure was going to be a messy week. But boy were you ready for it. Locking the door behind you, you glared at Jax leaning against the bonnet of your matte grey Audi TT RS. Jax wasn’t phased by the death glare, he was used to it.
“How many fucking times, Teller?” You growled, taking quick steps towards him. “Stop sitting on my car,”
“‘Jax, stop sitting on my car, you will scratch the wrap.’” He smirked, mimicking you in a high pitched voice as he wrapped his arms around your waist. The look on his face said it all, he looked so relaxed as you took in his features. The effects of the divorce from Tara were all still present in the dark circles that surrounded his eyes, the twinkle and the fire in those baby blues no longer there. “Now get that ass in the car before I beat you to the driver's seat. I have set the nav up and it is saying we should hit Vegas at around six pm so that gives enough time to get changed and find somewhere for food.”
Rolling your eyes at him, you sometimes wished you never put him on the insurance as you always fought on who would be driving, but for times like this you were glad. It meant you could at least share the responsibility on the long trip. Wiggling out of his grip, you walked around your car to the driver’s side, pulling the door open and sliding into the seat.
The deep rumble of the engine sent shivers down your spine. It was a sound that you heard every single day but one you would never get sick of hearing. It always brought a smile to your face, feeling the vibrations through the steering wheel as you waited for Jax to get in the car before slamming it into reverse and speeding out of the driveway.
“Well aren’t you the best,” you laughed, glancing down to see you had a full tank of fuel, so at least you didn’t have to stop for that.
“I put the good shit in as well,” he smirked proudly, as he reached into the back, pulling out a bag stuffed full of goodies. “I also pretty much cleared the gas station out of snacks.”
“Of course. Can’t have a road trip without snacks.”
“Damn right,” Jax nodded, reaching out to turn the radio up. Glancing over, this was the first time in weeks that you had seen him this happy as he tore open the pack of gummy bears with his teeth. Shaking your head at him, you saw he was smiling, but the thing that made you smile was this wasn’t the fake one he had been wearing. This was a real smile.
The windows were down, the music loud, and you both had cigarettes hanging between your lips. It had been ages since you and Jax had hit the road for a spontaneous road trip. It was one of the many things that you both loved but you were made to feel guilty about it by your respective partners at the time. Both got extremely jealous when you two would hang out alone.
“Where’s your head at?” Jax asked softly, turning the radio down slightly before planting his hand on your thigh, slowly rubbing your skin with his thumb through the rips of your jeans.
“Just thinking about the last time we did this,” you said, flicking the smoke out of the window, turning your gaze to Jax briefly before looking back at the road. “It’s been a while,” you sighed.
“Tell me about it, babe, but the controlling parts of our life are gone, so we don’t have to feel guilty about fucking off somewhere to get off the grid.” He nodded, squeezing your thigh, reassuring you. “We just need to take the time to heal - Oh god, not this song again,” Jax groaned, turning the radio down even further as Easy On Me played for the fourth time this hour, “I swear they play it every other song, like just play something else.”
“Don’t get me wrong it is a good song but talk about over-playing it.” You laughed, putting your foot down as you hit the highway, feeling the turbo kick in and the car pull onto the open road. You kept flicking your gaze between the speedometer and the road ahead of you, your smirk growing wider as the car kept responding. The feeling that it gave you made you feel free, it was kind of like you were flying, with no cares in the world. As you started laughing, you felt the weight of the world slowly crumble away, as you and your best friend tore up the tarmac.
Jax couldn’t take his eyes off you, smiling because you were smiling and laughing, a sound he hadn’t heard for a while. It only reinforced his decision of this last minute trip, hoping that by the end of it you would both be feeling more like yourselves without the weight of the world crushing you into the ground.
Summary: Jax and Y/N had always been close, they were each other’s partners in crime, the light in the dark and the shelter from the storm. Both just coming out of messy divorces and being each other’s life line. So what happens when Jax springs a last minute trip on Y/N? What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, well that’s what they thought.
Waking Up In Vegas Masterlist
This Months Writing
A/N - So after weeks of teasing you all here is the first part! I really hope you enjoy it and fall in love with this pair as much as I did whilst writing it. As always reblogs and comments are appreciated 🖤
Jax smirked as he let himself into your house with the key that was meant for emergencies only, knowing full well how you were going to react. In his eyes this was an emergency and he needed his best friend, just as much as you needed him. The warmth he felt as he stepped over the threshold hit him like a ton of bricks. He did wonder why you weren’t waiting in the hallway as he knew you would have heard the rumble of your Audi coming down the street but the shower running and your bad singing accompanying the loud music gave him his explanation.
Shaking his head fondly, he shrugged off his kutte hanging it on its hook by the door before making his way into the living room. Making himself at home, he dropped the duffel bag full of cash on the floor, a mix of yours and his, before he flopped onto the sofa, putting his crisp white sneakers on the glass coffee table as he waited for you to get out of the shower.
Glancing around the living room a small smile played on his lips. Why was it that he always felt at home here, sometimes more so than at his own house? Was it to do with the fact that there was never any arguing? Or was it something else he was overlooking? This was his safe place, somewhere he could crash at the drop of a hat with no questions asked.
His thoughts were disturbed by your off key singing to a cheesy 90s pop song. Shaking his head again as he saw you walk by the open living room door in nothing but a towel, wet hair trailing over your shoulder, leaving little splats of water on the hardwood. “You know you make my ears bleed right,” Jax laughed, watching as you jumped out of your skin.
“The fuck,” you breathed clutching your towel just that little bit tighter as you glared at your best friend, chilling on the couch like he owned the house. “You scared the fuck out of me asshole,” you hissed.
“Sorry about that, Darlin’, but this is important,'' he smirked, pushing himself to his feet. Picking up the duffel bag, he openned the zipper slightly to reveal a fuck load of cash.
“So you broke into my house to show me a bag full of your cash?”
“First of all I didn’t break in, I used the key. I'm not an animal.”
“Jury is still out on that one buddy.”
“Second of all,” he smirked, ignoring your comment, “this is our cash, not just mine. You and I are taking a trip, god knows we both need it after dealing with our divorces.”
“Jax, you can’t just spring a trip on me,” you sighed, staring him right in the eyes. “I have work and plus I told you to keep that cash for a rainy day.”
“Well, Darlin’, it’s fucking pouring right now. We both are struggling to keep our heads above water. This trip will do us good,” he said with an air of finality. God he was a stubborn bastard at times. “And plus I spoke to Jolene, no Maureen, urm fuck,” he muttered forgetting the name of your boss.
“You mean Doreen?”
“Yes, her. I spoke to Doreen this morning and told her that you need two weeks off due to a family bereavement.”
“Well that’s a lie.”
“Is it, Darlin’? I may have bent the truth a little but the old us have definitely died and it’s time we got back to the real us,” he said, dropping the bag of cash on the floor as he leant against the door frame. “So get your ass upstairs and get ready, pack a bag because we are going to Vegas for the week. I think we both need to get blackout drunk and blow a fuck load of money.”
You couldn’t believe this, but you had to admit the idea of the trip did sound appealing and you knew your best friend well. This trip was something more, it was about going off the grid for a week, no contact from the outside world or the club and getting your heads straight again. “What am I gonna do with you, Teller?” You laughed, but instantly spoke again before he could speak. “In fact, don’t answer that because I know how perverted you are.”
Spinning on the balls of your feet you headed back upstairs to get ready, expecting Jax to stay downstairs. Instead, he followed you like a lost puppy making you shake your head as you made your way up to your room.
You watched Jax kick his trainers off before casually flopping on your double bed. “That’s it, make yourself at home,” you laughed as you opened your wardrobe pulling out a simple black vest top and a pair of ripped skinny jeans. “You just gonna watch me get changed?” You said, narrowing your eyes at him. “Like, can’t a girl get some privacy in her own bedroom?”
“Nothing I ain’t seen before, darlin’,” he winked, motioning you to hurry up.
Rolling your eyes at him you turned so your back was facing him. It was true, he had seen it all before on more than one occasion. He glanced up from his phone as you dried yourself off before tossing the towel into the wash basket, leaving you standing there completely naked. A smile appeared on his face as he locked his gaze on the tattoo that graced your right shoulder before running up the back of your neck. The handgun sat on a bed of Roses, and the green foliage ran up your neck.
To anyone else it was a really pretty tattoo but he knew the meaning behind it and he was the only one who knew that his initials were hidden in the ink of the handle of the gun. Well, apart from Happy but that was a given.
What people also didn’t realise was Jax had a very similar tattoo that ran over his hip, one that had your initials hidden. One he refused to get altered when Tara brought it up in one of many heated arguments.
He remembered the day clearly. You lost a bet to him and the deal was if you lost, you got tattooed with whatever he decided. At first you were against the idea but when Jax came to you with the design Happy had drawn up, you fell in love. It was perfect - delicate but badass. It was your idea to get “JNT” incorporated in it. While Happy was tattooing you Jax, decided to get the same but on his hip and with your initials.
“You better not be staring at my ass Blondie,” you chuckled, over your shoulder as you pulled your jeans up, doing the little dance to get them over your hips.
“I wasn’t, but I am now,” he laughed. “I was actually looking at your tattoo,” he hummed, getting off the bed and walking over to you, grazing his fingers across the ink. “Just remembering the day we got them and the amount of shit we both got into when our parents found out we got them underaged.”
“Well, what can I say, you were and still are the devil that sits on my shoulder,” you whispered, shivering under his touch.
“Damn right, but Darlin’, you are just as bad as me,” he whispered. Throwing you a wink through the mirror, his hand made contact with your ass, a short sharp slap causing your ass cheek to sting slightly. “Now come on hurry up, we have an eight hour drive ahead of us and I want to make it there before nine.”
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Jax and Y/N had always been close, they were each other’s partners in crime, the light in the dark and the shelter from the storm. Both just coming out of messy divorces and being each other’s life line. So what happens when Jax springs a last minute trip on Y/N? What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, well that’s what they thought.
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