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Chibs
Chibs looked across at his girlfriend as she laughed loudly at something one of club hangarounds had said. It was easy to see that she was thoroughly drunk, as she stumbled about and slurred her words. He watched her with a mixture of amusement and affection, shaking his head at how adorable she was when she got wasted.
As the night progressed, Chibs kept a watchful eye on her, making sure she didn't do anything stupid or get into any trouble. He even stepped in when some drunk guy tried to flirt with her.
By the time the club party came to an end, his girlfriend was stumbling around bumping into things. Chibs chuckled and steadied her, slinging her arm around his shoulders to support her.
"Come on, lass, you're wasted," he said, leading her towards the exit. She giggled and leaned heavily against him, her legs apparently made of jelly.
"I'm not drunk," she protested, slurring her words. "I'm just... a little impaired."
"Uh-huh, sure you are," Chibs said, humoring her. "Just hold on tight, okay?"
He guided her to the parking lot where his bike was parked. He helped her on to the back seat, making sure she was sitting securely. As he straddled the bike, she wrapped her arms drunkenly around his waist and rested her chin on his shoulder.
"Mmm, you smell good," she mumbled, nuzzling her face against his neck. "Like... leather and... and... danger."
Chibs chuckled and shook his head, starting up the engine. "And you smell like beer and trouble, lass."
The ride back to her house was slow and careful. Chibs kept a steady pace, mindful of the inebriated passenger clinging to him like a koala. She kept giggling and commenting on how fun it was to be on the motorcycle, her words a slightly slurred mess.
When they finally arrived at her house, Chibs dismounted and helped her off the bike. She stumbled a bit, but he caught her, holding her against his chest.
"We're here, love," Chibs said, a fond smile tugging at his lips. "You made it in one piece."
She looked up at him with glassy eyes, her face flushed from the alcohol and the wind. "I had the best night ever," she declared, grinning goofily.
He chuckled and shook his head again. "I'm glad you had fun, but you're going to have a hell of a headache in the morning."
He led her up to her porch, his arm around her waist to keep her steady. She leaned on him heavily, her steps uneven.
Once they got to her front door, he pulled her keys from her purse and slowly unlocked the door. He steered her inside, flicking on the lights as they entered the quiet house.
He helped her to the couch and sat her down. She immediately flopped onto the cushions, a contented sigh escaping her lips.
Chibs looked down at her, a mixture of amusement and concern on his face. "Stay there, okay? I'm gonna get you some water."
He disappeared into the kitchen, leaving her on the couch. He rummaged through the fridge, finding a bottle of water. When he returned to the living room, she was already fast asleep, her body sprawled across the cushions.
Chibs couldn't help but smile at the sight of her asleep. He knelt down next to the couch, taking a moment to study her face. She looked so peaceful, a stark contrast to the wild laughter and stumbling from earlier.
He carefully placed the water bottle on the table, then reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from her eyes.
He sat down on the edge of the coffee table, his gaze never leaving her. He knew he should probably leave her to sleep off the alcohol, but part of him didn't want to go. He liked being near her like this, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath.
After a few moments, he let out a soft sigh. Reluctantly, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "Sweet dreams, love," he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur.
He stood up, giving her one last glance before reluctantly turning away. He switched off the lights as he left, shutting the front door behind him quietly.
Happy
Happy sat on the couch in his dimly lit apartment, holding a glass of whiskey, his eyes fixed on his girlfriend who was currently stumbling around, giggling to herself. She was clearly drunk, and had been for a while.
"Hey there, princess," he called out, setting his glass down on the table. "You need to sit down and rest before you fall down."
His girlfriend looked at him, her eyes half-lidded and glassy, a wide smile spreading across her face. "I'm fiiiine," she slurred, taking an exaggerated step forward, nearly tripping over her own feet. "I can totally walk."
Happy chuckled softly, shaking his head. "I've seen more coordination from a newborn deer," he said, standing up to approach her. "Come on, sit down before you hurt yourself."
His girlfriend pouted but didn't protest as he gently took her by the elbow and led her to the couch. She flopped down onto the cushions with a heavy sigh, looking up at him with a grin that was equal parts cute and ridiculous. "You worry too much," she said, waving a hand dismissively.
Happy sat down next to her, shaking his head again with a slight smile. "Maybe," he admitted, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close. "But someone's got to keep an eye on you when you get like this."
His girlfriend snuggled into him, resting her head on his chest and letting out a content sigh. "You're so comfy," she mumbled, her words slightly slurred. "Like a big ol' teddy bear."
Happy chuckled again, gently running his fingers through her hair. "That's me," he said, his tone both dry and affectionate. "Big Bad Biker Teddy Bear."
His girlfriend giggled, nuzzling her face against his chest. "Mmm, I love your chest," she said, her hand slowly snaking down to rest just above his belt buckle. "It's so... hard and muscley."
Happy raised an eyebrow, a devilish grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Is that so?" he said, his voice dropping a note lower. He gently took her hand in his, preventing her from moving it any lower. "You're very handsy when you're drunk."
His girlfriend pouted again, trying to pull her hand free, but Happy held it fast. "I'm always handsy with you," she whined, looking up at him with puppy-dog eyes. "Don't you like it when I touch you?"
Happy's grip on her hand tightened just a bit, enjoying the game. "I never said I didn't like it," he said, his voice a low rumble. "But you seem a bit too wasted to be playing those kinds of games right now."
His girlfriend huffed, looking for all the world like a petulant child being denied a treat. "I'm not that drunk," she protested, wriggling a bit in his lap.
"look I'll prove it" she said holding a hand up going to touch her nose with her pointer finger but misses completely.
Happy couldn't help but laugh at her failed attempt. "Yeah, you're definitely wasted," he said, amused. "If you can't even touch your own nose without missing, I think it's safe to say you're done for the night."
His girlfriend stuck her tongue out at him, a childish gesture made even cuter by her inebriated state. "You're no fun," she muttered, resting her head back against his chest. "You never let me have any fun."
Happy chuckled again, resuming his stroking of her hair. "Trust me, princess," he said, his voice dropping back to a deeper, huskier tone, "We can have plenty of fun when you're sober. And you'll remember it the next morning."
His girlfriend nuzzled against his chest again, her eyelids drooping as the alcohol began to pull her towards sleep. "Promise?" she mumbled, her hand once again trying to snake back towards his lap.
Happy gently moved her hand away again, though he couldn't help but smile at her persistence. "I promise," he said, his voice soft. "You get some rest, and we'll pick this up in the morning when you're not seeing double."
Jax
Jax glanced over at his girlfriend, who was slumped against his side, her eyes half-lidded and a goofy smile on her lips. She'd had a few too many drinks and was now completely wrecked. He couldn't help but chuckle seeing her like this.
"All right, come here," he said, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer to him. He could feel her body sway slightly, her head lolling against his shoulder.
"Yurrrr so strong," she slurred, giggling.Jax rolled his eyes, his lips curling into a small grin.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm a big, strong man," he teased, gently patting her on the head. "Let's get you to bed, yeah? You're completely hammered."
He carefully helped her to her feet, keeping a tight grip on her as she wobbled. "Come on, babe. You're not walking anywhere like this." He guided her towards his dorm, one arm wrapped around her waist to keep her steady.
Once they were in the room, he sat her down on the edge of the bed with a soft thump, then knelt down in front of her to take off her shoes. "You're a real light-weight, you know that?" he teased as he slid them off her feet, setting them aside.
"Am NOT," she tried to protest, but the words didn't quite come out right. She wobbled again, nearly toppling forward before Jax caught her.
"Whoa, whoa, easy there. Don't go falling over now." He gently pushed her down onto the bed, helping her get comfortable amongst the pillows and blankets. He sat down on the bed next to her, watching her with a mixture of fondness and amusement.
She let out a contented sigh as she settled, her eyes fluttering closed. She mumbled something incoherent, and Jax couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head in amusement. He leaned down, brushing the hair away from her face before pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Get some sleep, babe."
He sat there for a moment, listening to the sound of her soft, even breaths as she started to drift off. He knew she'd be out for the night, and he'd have to look after her in the morning when she woke up with a killer hangover. But for now, she was safe and sound in his bed, and that was all that mattered.
Opie
Opie returns home late one night after a long day to find his girlfriend already on the couch in the house, a bottle of beer in her hand and a flush to her cheeks. He can already assume she is drunk and he has to bite back a smirk, knowing the kind of trouble you get into when she is inebriated.
As soon as she hears him enter, she jumps to her feet, almost toppling over, but just about saving herself by grabbing the back of the couch. “O-Opie,” she stutters, a goofy smile on her face. “You're home.”
“Yeah, I’m home,” he replies, unable to hide the amusement in his voice as he takes in the state of you. “And you’re a little drunk, aren’t you?”
"No....I have only had to beers" she whined frowning at the 2 bottles on the table.
Opie chuckles when he spots the bottles realizing she found the super stong home brew he got as a gift from Bobby. “Those ain't beer, baby,” he says, shaking his head and folding his arms across his chest. “That's Bobby's 'special brew'. It would get most people drunk within minutes. How are you feeling?”
"I'm totally fine," she mumbles, her words slurred as she tries to lean against the couch but misses and almost falls to the ground if it wasn't for Opie's lightening reflexes. He quickly catches her before she hits the floor and pulls her body up against his chest.
"Yeah, you're definitely not fine," he murmurs, holding her close to him. He can't help but feel amused by how adorable she is when she's drunk. "You're gonna have a hell of a headache in the morning, baby."
She groans and buries her face in his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist. “I feel funny,” she mumbled. “And spinny.”
Opie laughs softly and holds her closer against him, his arms wrapped tightly around her as he tries to steady her. “That’s because you’re drunk, sweetheart,” he says gently, running his hand up and down her back. “Just lean against me, okay?”
She nods and sighs contently as she leans against him more, burying her face in his chest once again. “You smell good, Opie,” she mumbles, her words still slurred and her breath warm against his chest.
He chuckles softly at her drunken compliment and tightens his arms around her, holding her even closer against him. “And you smell like a distillery,” he teases, his voice filled with affection.
She groans again and pouts up at him, her lips in a cute little frown. “You’re mean,” she sulks, her bottom lip sticking out in a pout. “You’re not supposed to be mean to me when I’m drunk, you’re supposed to be nice and tell me I’m pretty and buy me chicken nuggets.”
Opie grins, amused by her drunken requests. "You want chicken nuggets?" he teases, lifting an eyebrow. "At this hour?"
She nods enthusiastically, practically bouncing on the spot in her excitement. "Yes! I'm starving," she whines, her eyes wide and pleading. "Please, Opie, I want chicken nuggets. Please please please."
He laughs, unable to resist her adorable drunken plea. "Alright, alright," he says, letting out an exaggerated sigh. "I'll get your chicken nuggets, baby. But you have to promise me one thing."
She nods eagerly, her focus solely on the promise of food. "Anything," she slurs, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes.
He grins down at her, amused by her eagerness. "You gotta promise not to throw up on me, okay?" he teases, gently poking her on the nose with his index finger.
Juice
Juice leans against the doorframe, watching his girlfriend stumble around, completely intoxicated. She's laughing and swaying attempting to dance, clearly not in full control of her actions.
"How much did you drink, baby?" he asks, stepping closer.
"Dunno," she slurs, grinning sloppily at him. "A lot."
Juice chuckles, shaking his head.He moves in and scoops her up, pulling her into his arms with ease. She's lightweight to him, and he easily supports her against his chest.
"Let's get you to bed, you're wasted." he says, carrying her towards the bedroom.She giggles uncontrollably, burying her face in the crook of his neck as he carries her. She's making these little hiccup sounds that would be cute if not for the fact that they're coming from a drunk woman.
Juice sets her down on the bed, carefully arranging her head on a pillow. She's still giggling and murmuring incoherent words, clearly oblivious to the world around her.
"You're a mess," he says, rolling his eyes but there's a hint of fondness in his voice. He pulls off her shoes and lays a blanket over her.
She's attempting to say something but it's coming out as garbled nonsense. He leans closer to try and make out her words but they're not making any sense.
"Shhh," he soothes, smoothing a hand over her hair. "Just sleep it off."
He settles down on the edge of the bed, watching her as she fidgets and mutters to herself, her eyes fluttering shut and then opening again. She keeps reaching out for him, her hand flailing in the air as if trying to grab hold of something.
He can't help but chuckle at her antics, despite the situation. He reaches out and takes her hand in his, giving it a squeeze to reassure her.
She mumbles something that sounds like his name, her fingers wrapping around his.
"Yeah, it's me," he replies, his voice soft. He continues sitting there, holding her hand and stroking her hair until her breathing becomes steady, signalling she's fallen asleep.
He sits there for a few more minutes, quietly watching her. She looks so peaceful now that she's asleep, a complete contrast to the stumbling mess she was just a while ago.
Slowly, carefully so as not to wake her, he gets up and turns off the bedroom light, leaving the door slightly ajar so he can hear her if she needs him.
He goes to the kitchen filling a bottle with water and ice taking it back into the bedroom leaving it by her side going into the bathroom to find some painkillers.
He comes back into the room, carrying a couple of painkillers. He sets them down on the bedside table, making sure they're within reach for when she wakes up.
He looks down at her sleeping form, contemplating waking her up to give her the medicine, but decides against it. She's in deep sleep, and he doesn't want to disturb her. Instead, he pulls up a chair and sits down to keep an eye on her, just in case she wakes up and needs anything.
Herman
Kozik and his girlfriend had spent the evening at a party hosted by the club. As the night went on, his girlfriend had indulged in a few too many drinks, while he had remained relatively sober.
As the party began to wind down, Kozik noticed that his girlfriend had become quite drunk. She was stumbling around, struggling to speak clearly, and seemed on the verge of passing out.
Seeing her in this state, Kozik knew he couldn't leave her on her own. He made his way over to her, gently placing his arm around her to help her stand steady.
"Hey, sweetie," he said, his voice soft and caring. "I think it's time to get you home."
His girlfriend protested, insisting that she was fine and wanted to stay at the party longer. But Kozik gently but firmly shook his head.
"No, babe," he said, guiding her towards the door. "You've had a little too much to drink. We need to get you home and into bed."
His girlfriend groaned, but she was too drunk to put up much of a fight. Kozik led her out of the party and helped her into the passenger seat of her car.
As he buckled her seatbelt, he could see that she was struggling to keep her eyes open.
"Just hang in there," he said, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze. "We're almost home."
The drive was quiet, with his girlfriend dozing off in the passenger seat. Kozik kept his eyes focused on the road, his hand occasionally reaching over to pat her leg reassuringly.
When they finally arrived at her house, he helped her out of the car and guided her up the driveway. She stumbled on the way to the front door, but he was there to catch her, holding her steady against him.
Inside, Kozik helped his girlfriend into bed, pulling the blankets up around her and making sure she was comfortable. She mumbled something about wanting to stay awake and chat, but her eyes were already shutting.
Kozik chuckled softly, sitting down beside her on the bed. He brushed the hair back from her face and tucked the covers in around her.
"It's time to sleep," he said gently. "You'll feel better in the morning. I'll be right here."
His girlfriend nodded sleepily, her eyes closed now. Kozik stayed by her side, watching her breathing even out as she fell asleep. He leaned back against the headboard, content to keep watch over her until morning.
As the night went on, Kozik found his mind drifting. He thought about the party they had just left, his brothers back at the club, and the life they lived. But throughout it all, his thoughts kept returning to the woman asleep beside him.
He knew he was lucky to have her. She was feisty, spirited and beautiful. And she was all his.
Tig
Tig was watching his girlfriend's every movement from a safe distance. Not because he was worried, but because watching his girlfriend when slightly hammered was always fun. She always let her inner self shine when she's had a few drinks. She's not as shy and reserved when she's like that.
Right now she was giggling up a storm with some of the guys from the club. Her cheeks were a rosy shade and her eyes were bright. A little smile played on his lips as he took another long sip from his beer.
He chuckled to himself, watching as his girlfriend stumbled on her own two feet. She reached out and grabbed onto the nearest person to steady herself, who just so happened to not be him. His smile disappeared into a slight frown, and he took a few steps closer.
He quickly intervened and wrapped an arm around her, steadying her. He kept a tight grip, not too tight but tight enough to keep her from toppling over. "You okay there, sweetheart?" Tig asked, his voice holding a touch of amusement.
She looked up at him, her eyes bright and her cheeks flushed with alcohol. A huge smile graced her face and she let out a small giggle. "TIGGY!! I'm good, just got a little dizzy." She replied, leaning a little closer to him, clearly tipsy.
Tig chuckled and instinctively tightened his arm around her. "Yeah, I can tell. You should slow down on the drinks, doll." He teased, looking down at her with a mixture of affection and mild concern.
"I'm fine, really. I can handle my boooze." She stated, trying to sound firm, but the slur in her voice gave her away. She stumbled again and Tig quickly caught her again, pulling her closer against him to keep her steady.
Tig rolled his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. "Yeah, you're doing a real good job handling your booze right now.." he replied sarcastically. He let out a chuckle, his hand gently rubbing her back, soothingly.
She pouted and smacked his chest playfully. "Shut up, I'm not even that drunk." She retorted, her voice still a little slurred. "I had like, three beers and a shot then another one...Oh then Bobby made a toast so i had another few. I can handle that."
Tig raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing wider. "Oh thats all, huh?" He teased, his tone laced with amusement. "Yeah, sweetheart, that sounds mighty reasonable for a lightweight like you."
She huffed in mock annoyance, but couldn't help the grin that tugged at the corners of her lips. "I am not a lightweight." She argued, but her unsteadiness and rosy cheeks said otherwise.Tig couldn't help but chuckle at her denial. He continued to hold her close, enjoying the feeling of her warmth pressed against him. "Right, sure you're not. That's why you can barely stand up straight on your own."
"I can stand just fine, thank you very much!" She retorted, her drunken confidence taking over. She tried to step away from him to spin in a circle and prove her point, but she stumbles again, wobbling on her feet.
Tig quickly wrapped an arm around her again and pulled her back towards him. He chuckled, now finding her attempts to prove her point even more amusing. "Yeah, you're a regular ballerina on those feet, darlin'."
She went quiet too quiet. And has a weird look on her face
"Ah shit" Tig groans and quickly scooped her up with practiced ease, knowing what was about to happen. "Looks like it's a one-way ticket to the porcelain throne for you, sweetheart." He joked as he started to rush her towards the nearest bathroom.
Once they reached the bathroom, he gently set her down in front of the toilet just in time before she started to retch into it. He knelt down beside her, holding back her hair as she emptied her stomach. Tig winced in sympathy as he heard her getting sick.
"There you go, get it all out, doll." He comforted, rubbing her back soothingly. He was thankful that the bathroom was mostly empty, and he knew the guys would keep other people out.
Once she was done, she slumped against him, weak and shaky. Tig pulled her onto his lap, holding her close and letting her rest her head against his chest. He gently stroked her hair, trying to soothe her. "You're gonna be feeling like hell tomorrow, baby." He said with a playful hint of amusement. He knew she was in for a rough morning, but he was also secretly enjoying having her so dependent on him for awhile.
For the amazing @deathbecomesnerds who requested this story with the promt red lipstick
I hope you all enjoy this! 💛
To say Y/n was nervous was an understatement.
But she’d never backed down from a challenge before and she certainly wasn’t going to start now.
Especially when it meant that Jax Teller would win.
She liked Jax; they were…friends. Friends who just so happened to fuck one another and had a good laugh with another.
Then he started acting…odd, for no apparent reason.
When she tried to ask him about it a few weeks ago he gave her a very cold and blunt answer.
That they were never going to be anything serious.
The words shouldn’t have hurt her how they did; they never said they would be anything more than friends but in that moment she realised that someone along the way, she’d fallen for him.
But Jax didn’t know that, how could he be when she wasn’t even aware of the feelings she’d had for him until that point.
And now here she was arriving at a party to show him that she didn’t need him.
~~~~~
Jax was ashamed to admit that he was relieved he hadn’t seen Y/n.
He needed her not to be.
He couldn’t bear seeing her again. Not after what he had said to her, not after the feeling his heart broke slightly when he saw a flicker of pain flash briefly in her eyes.
He loved her.
That was the issue.
He didn’t want to destroy her…he wanted her as far away from him, the club, even charming, as she could possibly get.
“No, Y/n/n tonight?” Opie asked, leaning against the same wall as Jax, watching as the other members of the club got flirted with by Croweaters.
“Looks like it,” Jax answered bluntly, pushing himself off of the wall to join the others.
Almost instantly at least five different Croweaters surrounded him.
Opie knew how close Jax and Y/n were; they were joined at the hip on nights like these and yet, tonight she was nowhere to be seen and Jax was openly flirting with Croweaters.
Jax had hoped his words to Y/n had hurt her enough to push her far enough away.
In fact he was certain of it; until he saw her getting out of a car that had pulled up outside the clubhouse.
All of his attention was suddenly on Y/n.
She was wearing a short red dress that barely covered her ass and with high white heels and matching red lipstick.
Red lipstick.
He remembered mentioning one evening after a very heated makeout session with her that he loved it when she wore red lipstick.
She looked stunning.
And it was taking everything in him to not shove the Croweaters around him away; and go to her.
He wanted to give it to her so badly.
He wanted to take back the last few weeks; and go back to how they were before.
He wanted her.
Needed her.
But he couldn’t have her, not if he wanted to keep her safe.
I’m sorry to say but I’m at a motivation stand still right now with this blog. I haven’t felt any inspiration lately and I am sorry.
I’m going to put a hiatus on this blog but I will not close it and I’ll try to put up my masterlist again cause I made one a long time ago and since tumblr is being a little bitch it took it off. So within the next two weeks it’ll be up.
Request: Imagine being the VP of an all female MC. You come to town and you and Jax fall for each other.
Warnings: smoking, language, mention of sex, mention of drugs, mention of guns + violence
Authors Note: Finallyyyy got another part out for this. I have so much love for this series and it gives me all the Jax feels. I have quite a bit planned for this, Im just trying to get it all in order. Its based somewhere in season one, and Tara does not exist (yet) and I'm not sure if I will bring her into this. I hate part two, I wish I had gone a different direction with the Gemma sitch but meh, here we are. Let me know what you think. x
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The two of you were like teenagers. Worse than teenagers.
Neither of you could keep your hands off each other and your lips were raw from kissing. But it didn't stop you from pulling him towards you and every time your lips met electricity shot through your veins and the next thing you knew you were on the floor fucking. And when you were done, your knees red with carpet burn and your body trembling with pleasure, you would have a cigarette or a joint and somehow find your way back to each others lips and the cycle would start all over again.
This fire that burned inside you had never been ignited before, at least not like this. Nothing you had ever experienced could compare to whatever this was that was building between you.
Jax had been with many woman. Hundreds, maybe. But of them all you were his favourite.
Because you didn't flinch when he wrapped his hand around your throat and squeezed. You didnt hold back your moans, letting him know just how good he felt inside you. You looked him in the eye when you came and when he cupped your cheek you wrapped your lips around his thumb and scratched your nails down his back. He lost himself in your moans and the gasps of breath you took when he pushed inside you and time seemed to disappear.
Everything dissappeared. The world could be on fire outside and you would be oblivious.
You had never enjoyed sex as much as you did with Jax. He made love to you amongst the sheets, soft and slow and then fucked you against the wall hard and fast.
It was well past two am when you had finally crashed out, wrapped in each others arms.
You had never slept so soundly as you did with his arms draped over you and you nestled against him as the sun began to rise.
The sunlight creeping through the curtains woke you and you both stirred.
“Goodmorning,” Jax whispered against your forehead, his voice thick with sleep.
“Morning,” You mumbled sleepily and buried yourself into him.
His arms engulfed you and you lay like that for a while, your head buried in his chest listening to the sound of his heartbeat.
“We should get up.”
You groaned and shook your head.
Jax chuckled, his fingers tracing over your back. You nuzzled into him, your lips ghosting over his neck and you kissed him softly.
His fingers grasped you and he sighed. “Darlin, if you keep doing that Im not gonna get up.”
You smiled against his skin, and continued to kiss his neck sleepily.
Jax sighed and as much as he didn't want to, he pushed you away. You rolled onto your back with a pout and Jax smirked as he swung his legs out of bed.
“Come on. Lets shower and then I’ll make you coffee.”
You groaned again, but this time you sat up, brushing the loose strands of hair out of your face.
You stretched out your arms and legs and yawned.
“I dont know if I can walk.” You laughed.
Jax smirked proudly and walked to your side of the bed. He hovered over you, his eyes suddenly hungry. “You need me to carry you, sweetheart?”
You bit your lip and nodded, lifting your arms up.
Jax scooped you up effortlessly and you squealed as he threw you over his shoulder and marched you to the bathroom, leaving a slap on your ass as he went.
After yet another round of sex, this time in the shower, Jax left you to go and make coffee. You washed your hair under the warm water and scrubbed your body clean before getting out and wrapping a towel around yourself.
You quickly dressed, tugging on your jeans and pairing it with a fresh plain white tshirt. After pulling on a pair of socks and your boots you quickly ran a comb through your damp hair, working out the knots that had been put there last night.
When you were done you didn't bother drying it, preferring to let it dry naturally and you padded across the carpet in search of Jax and more importantly the coffee he had promised.
You walked into the kitchen and saw that Jax wasn't alone.
They both turned at your approach and you smiled warmly to the man, the reaper on his back confirming he was a Son.
Jax smiled when he saw you, his whole face lighting up and their conversation fell away.
The man eyed you curiously, recognising you as the Vice President of the Lost Girls.
“Sorry, Jackie boy, didn't realise you had company.” The man said in a thick scottish accent.
Jax smirked and walked towards you, offering a fresh cup of coffee.
You wrapped your hands around the mug and smiled up at him in thanks.
“I dont think we’ve officially met, lass. Im Chibs.”
“(Y/n),” You smiled at him widely, suddenly aware of the obvious love bites on your neck that he would have to be blind to miss.
You were about to speak again when you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You flashed them both a smile and excused yourself to take the call.
It was Sculley, informing you that Ella wanted to meet with the rest of the club at the Mayans clubhouse in half an hour.
You told her you'd be there soon and quickly hung up before moving to the sofa where you had draped your leather the night before.
“Heading out?”
You looked up as you pulled your kutte onto your shoulders and saw Jax and Chibs watching you.
“Duty calls.” You smiled.
Jax nodded and crossed the living room. Chibs watched as Jax pulled you into his arms and cupped your face.
His lips pressed against yours and you could taste the coffee on his tongue as it massaged against yours.
“See you tonight?” He whispered against your lips.
You flashed him a smile and nodded slightly before pecking his lips once more.
“Nice to meet you.” You smiled to Chibs.
“Aye lass,”
With one last smouldering smile from Jax you left, closing the door firmly behind you.
Jax could feel Chibs’ stare before he saw it and he rolled his eyes.
“What?”
“Be careful, Jackie.”
“We’re just having fun.” Jax explained as he too reached for his kutte.
“Thats what crow eaters are for, brother.”
They both smirked and Chibs continued.
“Things between us and the Mayans are good, for now, Jackie. But it's not always that way. At the end of the day her club and her loyalty is going to side with them.”
The Scot left him to ponder his words and Jax couldn't help the sinking feeling that filled his chest.
He was right. Your club was everything to you and your President was the daughter of a Mayan. A Mayan president.
Jax shook his head. It didn't matter.It had only been one night.
Nothing serious.
Right?
The Mayans had offered Ella a secure room in their clubhouse where The Lost Girls could meet and you sat in your usual position to her right. Scully sat to her left and the rest of your club sat around a table, all waiting to hear your president speak.
You could tell she had something important she wanted to discuss by her body language. Her body was tense and her usually warm eyes were darting everywhere in the room, except you. She hadn't made eye contact with you since you had walked in and you had a feeling that whatever she was going to say, you weren't going to like it.
Finally the room fell silent and all eyes were on Ella. She looked down at her hands and took a few moments to form the words before speaking.
“I want to thank you all for coming down here. I know it was a lot for me to ask you all to join me in meeting my father and it really means a lot.”
“We’re family.” You said softly. “We go where you go.”
She flashed you a tight smile which only brought more concern and she looked down at her hands as she started her next sentence.
“As you all know my father… The Mayans, are involved with drugs. Its something that we've always steered away from and I know it hasn't been easy for you all you to be around.”
She took a deep breath and you could see her struggling to find the right words.
“We have an opportunity to make some real money, and Im not talking a permanent thing here. But the Mayans have a charter up in Oregon and I thought since we’ll be going up there anyway on the way home…“
“No way.”
All heads turned to Ruth and the seriousness of the proposition sunk in. The Lost Girls running drugs?!
You fell silent. The Lost Girls had never dealt with drugs. It was something you could pride yourselves on. Why hadn't Ella come to you with this before bringing it to the club?
You all knew it was easy money but it came with risks and a lot of your members had history with drugs, whether it be from their own addictions or family members overdosing.
“It's a one time only thing. Good money. I know its a lot to ask so take your time to think about it. We vote tomorrow.”
Chairs scraped back as Scully and Ruth stood, not bothering for the sound of the gavel hitting the table.
Ella clenched her jaw as the two stormed towards the door and before Scully could leave she turned around to face Ella.
The older woman shook her head, her eyes looking disapprovingly at her president.
“This isn't you.”
You sat outside as the sun began to set, the sky lined with shades of baby blues and cotton candy clouds.
Todays events ran vividly through your mind and you pulled your pack of cigarettes out. The nicotine always helped make sense of your thoughts, at least thats what you told yourself as you lit your lighter and took a drag.
Ma had sent you a text an hour ago saying she wouldn't arrive in town until tomorrow. You were both disappointed and relieved.
You knew she would be able to tell something was up with the club immediately and you didn't have the heart to explain why. But seeing her would be a comfort, and you knew that if anyone could talk Ella out of this, it was Ma.
With your club in strife you had nearly forgotten about the handsome blonde who had been previously occupying your thoughts and you pulled your phone out.
You were about to dial his number when you heard footsteps behind you and you turned to see Marcus Alvarez approaching.
“Mind if I sit with you?”
You smiled up at him and waved your hand to the empty seat next to you, gesturing for him to sit.
You offered him your cigarettes, which he accepted and silence fell between you as he lit up.
“Ella's told me a lot about you. She's very lucky to have you in her corner. I want to thank you for that.”
You smiled at his words and nodded. “She's my sister.”
“She's also told me you've been spending time with Jackson Teller.”
You rolled your eyes. “We hung out, yeah.”
What was this? Some kind of fatherly lecture? A warning? An intervention?
“The Sons of Anarchy are friends of ours- for now. But it's not always that way Y/N. If it comes down to it you need to make sure you're on the right side of the line.”
“Jesus christ, we hung out like twice. I’m not marrying the guy.”
Alvarez nodded slowly, a small smirk on his lips and he blew out a cloud of smoke.
“I didn't think you'd be into playing step mom anyway.”
His comment caught you off guard and you frowned and turned to look at him.
He seemed oblivious to your confusion,his eyes focused on his brothers playing basketball across the yard and your brows furrowed together.
“Step mom?”
He glanced at you and nodded, immediately noticing the puzzled look on your features.
“His son, Abel. I guess he didn't tell you about his wife either then, huh?”
You gulped. Wife?! Son?!
“Yeah.. Guess not.” You tossed your cigarette butt to the ground and stood, making sure to crush the butt under your foot and walked around the building to where you had left your bike.
Why didn't Jax tell you that he was married with a fucking child?
You weren't the home wrecking type and but the night you had spent at his house you didn't recall seeing any signs of a baby, or any womanly belongings. The whole house had a masculine vibe, but it's not like you had gone exploring behind the closed doors.
For all you knew he could have just brought you into the guest room, avoided the main bedroom where there could have been signs of his fucking wife.
You tugged your helmet down on your head, not bothering to buckle the strap and you brought the engine beneath you to life.
It was almost humorous. You had only spent one night together. You were just ‘hanging out’.
You hated the idea if being ‘the other woman’ but that didn't explain the nausea that was waving through you or the ache in your chest.
