The name's Jackson Nathaniel Teller. Everyone I know has always called me Jax. I'm the son of the fallen John Teller, the father of SAMCRO, and Gemma Teller-Morrow, the mother of the club. I called Clay Morrow my old man for far too long. I lost my best friend and brother, Opie, to the war with Damon Pope. I'm a husband to Tara Knowles-Teller, the love of my life since I was sixteen, and father to two beautiful boys, Abel and Thomas. I live my life for them and strive to be a better man every day. I'm all about family; anyone hurts them or my club will find themselves on the losing end of my patience. Test me and you'll find out just what sorry means. {Indie SOA RP blog for Jax Teller}
"Yeah? And who might've told you that sweetheart?" He answered, cigarette hanging out of his mouth. It was a good thing this one seemed not to know what she was looking for while looking for Jax, because she'd found him but Jax wanted to know more...
"Put your hands on your head slowly and move to onto your knees Jax"
Jax' attention is immediately drawn to the door where his old friend had crashed through, a gun drawn and raised in her hands. He was standing with Clay and Ope and they were discussing cartel business before the brunette hellfire broke the lock and splintered the doorframe. Her warning for him to drop to his knees made him smile and before long he was laughing. It was a throaty infectious thing and had the other two men laughing too. "You gotta be kiddin' me, darlin'."
A hand passed over his face like this was going to be quite the trial and tribulation. “Jesus Christ… I do business with these assholes; I don’t need your mouth or your pussy throwin’ a wrench in here, Kat.”
His fierce blue eyes stared into hers as he debated how best to handle this. "Alright...so what did you and he talk about? May as well use your bedside manner to find out more about what he wants." What's his deal?"
Text: I don't even know what she did. I think they were just mad that I took her. I'm like 20 min out of town. As far as I can tell there's only one suv.
[Text - Shortstuff]: 20 minutes out & 1 suv. why would they be pissed you took her?
A hand passed over his face like this was going to be quite the trial and tribulation. "Jesus Christ... I do business with these assholes; I don't need your mouth or your pussy throwin' a wrench in here, Kat."
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He sauntered in past the foyer hall and peeked around the half-wall and doorjamb at her. “Hey baby…” He smirks, a cocky look taking his face. “What ya doin’?”
Tara turned her head when the sound of footsteps ceased. She smiled a bit at him before looking down at Thomas. “Thomas and I were trying to take naps.”
"Naps sound pretty awesome..." He pulled a face, silly, coming in the room fully and sitting down beside his son ans his wife. "Think Daddy could use one too, today."
I am so in love with this offline graphic. Perfection is perfect. hehe ok I'm am offline on Jax for the night and signing off shortly on Tara too. I'll be back tomorrow!!
He sauntered in past the foyer hall and peeked around the half-wall and doorjamb at her. "Hey baby..." He smirks, a cocky look taking his face. "What ya doin'?"
The grin he gave her only made the dampening between her legs worse. Her arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him so he was pressed up against her. Tara squirmed around at the feel of his erection. She could barely wait until he was inside of of her. “I’ll have to be there to make sure you do it right.” He eyebrow arched as if she was challenging him to say differently. “You can have me. Any way you want me.” Tara smirked at Jax and tilted her head off to the side. her tongue darted across her lip before she bit down on it. It was her way of pretending to contemplate her options. “I want it rough.” She murmured to him.
Jackson smiled like the devil, knowing exactly what he did to her and using it to his advantage. He gripped her hips hard and pushed into her, the bulge of him inside his pants pressing into the curves of her ass, the suppleness and the crease her pants made between those half-globes. "Mmmm..." He murmured gruffly. "Fuck, Tara..." Her words were making him want to just rip her clothes off and fuck her at a forty-five degree angle over the kitchen counter. "I want you, Tara...fuckin' want you..." When she said she wanted it rough he grinned wider, placing a hand flat on her back and pressing her down on the counter so her ass stuck out for him. Her wet his lips and peeled the pants down over her hips so her sexy satin panties could see the sun before being shed on the floor like discarded flotsam. "Rough, huh...?" He growled. If that was what she wanted, that's what he'd give her. He ripped those panties down off her hips with no further ado, growling some more at the sight of that ass he loved so much. Her ass was fucking perfect! "God...Tara..." He groaned, undoing his pants and lowering everything, rubbing his cock between her legs and against her drenched core.
Whether he was going to help her or not didn’t register as she was being attacked. All she knew is she needed to keep herself away from the fork. Tara continued to fight back, the knife just barely missing her. That’s when she felt felt Gemma being ripped away from her. She sagged down on the ground against the counter and let out a shaky breath. Nothing was going to happen. No one had died.. Not yet anyways.
Her eyes shot open when she heard Jax cry out. When she saw Gemma stab him, held back the tears that were threatening. Gemma was really willing to hurt her son so she could kill Tara. It was something that she couldn’t understand. A sigh of relief came when the woman was knocked unconscious. Tara never wanted to come in between the two of them but she was glad Jax had chosen her. “Jax.” She cried out, finally letting the tears fall freely. “I’m fine.. Jax I nee—-I need to help you. Jackson.” She brought her hand up to her face as she let the sobbing begin.
Jackson’s arms supported her weight as he took Tara in his arms. She was wet and short of breath and she would have been much worse off than that if he hadn’t have come home. No matter the differences between him and his wife of late, all brought to an end earlier that afternoon, Jax would never choose his mother over Tara. Tara was his better half, the good in him, the best of him. He would never be able to forgive himself if something bad happened to her, especially not at the hands of his mother and because of the silent indifference of his own making.
“No…you’re not fine. You’re breathing hard and my mother almost drowned you. Sit down, Tara…go on, right here.” He led her over to the chairs beside the table, set one up that was fallen and sat her down on it. “No…Tara stop.” Jax stilled her hands as she reached for him, trying to help him as his arm bled down and stained his shirt, soaking it. “Tara…it’s a flesh wound. I’m much more concerned about you. Please…” He was near tears, the look in his eyes dire, as if he’d failed her even at this outcome. “It’s okay now… I’m here baby…no one’s ever gonna hurt you. Tara…” He sighed her name and his eyes dropped to her lap as he knelt in front of her. “I’m so sorry…”