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What If? Jax Teller/OC Fanfic - Chapter 4.

Pairing: Jax Teller x OC

Rating: M (Cussing, ect. Just make sure you're 18+)

A/N: This was originally posted on my wattpad and Ff.net page, but I've decided to post it on here as well. I just want to apologize if it's not the best starting out. I didn't edit it before posting it on here. But, I promise you, my writing has improved, and you can see it in the newest chapters.

Summary: Andrea "Andy" Wintson hasn't seen her family in over a decade, so when Opie calls with a job offer, she jumps at the chance and moves on to Charming. After being reunited with her estranged family and welcomed into the extended family of rowdy bikers, she soon learns what they’re all about. What if their lifestyle scares her? What if it doesn’t? Exactly what kind of life will she have in Charming? Is family all she'll have, or is love on the horizon for her as her feelings for Jax Teller and his newborn son intensify? **Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Sons Of Anarchy. I only own my character, Andrea Winston.**

Chapter 4:

*Jax*

This morning was nothing more than a shit show. Agent Stahl of the A.T. F has hounded all Sam Crow women in an attempt to find dirt on the club. Fortunately, none of them have ratted us out, but Otto's old lady, Luann, and Half Sack's new girl, Cherry, are still in a holding cell. Fortunately, Cherry was not beneficial to them, as she was a recent addition to the SAMCRO family. So we figured Stahl would use Luann against Otto to get him to rat. So tonight, Unser would sneak Opie and me into the station to get a message to Luann to give to Otto, and of course check on Cherry.

I wish this shit would end with Abel in the NICU. Breaking into a jailhouse was just another added stress I didn't need. Thankfully, I know Andy is someone I can talk about my personal shit with, and I had Opie to talk through club shit with. Maybe tonight, after all is said and done, I should stop by St. Thomas and visit with Abel.

I smiled at my phone and noted Andy's response. Last night and this morning played in my head as if in a film. She was the only positive thing today, and the more I think about Andy, the more I feel a fluttering sensation in the pit of my stomach. Whenever I'm around her, I feel this connection that I couldn't remember feeling with anyone else. When I finally had her in my bed, that connection was amplified. I reckon I'm getting feelings for Andy, which scares me, as I'm no longer used to having relationships, just quick fucks.

Having been with many women in my life, I can easily say Andy was the best I've ever been with. Her attitude was not only intoxicating but also her body. On the plus side, she certainly knew how to do amazing things with her mouth and body.

"What's got you smiling, Jax?" my mom asks, stepping into my house with another box, suspicion all over her face.

I snapped out of my thoughts and put my phone in my pants pocket. "Nothing," I tell her as I take the box out of her arms, and her eyes land on my neck, noticing the mark Andy left.

"Got something to do with whoever left that mark on your neck?" She asks, arching her eyebrow. I swear this woman is sometimes a mind reader. I shake my head. "Who was it?"

"No, ma. And it was just some crow eater." I lie, knowing Andy is anything but a crow eater. My mom nods her head slowly.

"Mhm." she said, totally unconvinced by my answer, before wandering back to Abel's nursery.

"How much stuff is left to do around the house?" I ask, following her back, taking a quick look around.

"The dishes, floors, windows, bathroom, a few things. Why?" she asks, never looking up from her task.

"Want me to send the prospect over to help?" I ask, reaching for my phone.

"No. I'm gonna call Andy and see if she wants to help. Figure she would want to help since she is becoming fond of Abel." My mother says. "Plus, I want to spend some time with her; I like that girl." A slight genuine smile on her face tells me she’s not just saying that, but actually means it.

"That's good; at least you like someone." I joke. "And yeah, she visits him often. The other night, she and Ope’s kids were reading to him when I went to see him." I tell my mom, the smile on her face growing at my revelation, although I leave out the part that mostly when she visits, I'm with her.

"That girl works like a dog at the shop and still helps you guys and the club."

"Yeah, she does." I agree. I gotta do something nice for her, even if it's just a shitload of orgasms. She deserves it.

"That girl would make an impressive Ol' Lady." My mom pondered with a hint of hope in her voice as she looked at me. She's not as subtle as she thinks.

I nod my head. "Yeah, she would be." I agree, as my mom pulls out her phone to call someone, and she’s right, Andy would be the best type of old lady. She's already doing most of the things a worthy old lady does, minus the label or disclosure of club business.

"Hey Andy, how about you taking a day off at the shop and helping me get Jax's house finished for Abel's arrival?" She says into the phone. I picked up a onesie playing with the sleeve. My kid will wear this soon, and I'm not ready at all. "Alright, sweetie, I will see you soon. Bye-bye." She hangs up the phone, slipping it into her back pocket. "Clay needs you at the clubhouse, by the way." I nodded my head and put the onesie back down.

"Alright, I'll see you later, ma," I say, kissing her cheek before leaving the house and hopping on my bike. My phone dings in my pocket; I pull it out and realize it's a text from Andy. "I had Ope bring me a change of clothes if he asks; a crow eater threw up on me last night," I smirked and put my phone away, starting up my bike and making my way to the clubhouse.

~ ~ ~

*Andrea*

I pulled up to Jax's house within 20 minutes of being summoned. That sounds dramatic, but that's what Gemma does; it's not asking, it's summoning. Gemma comes out and waves at me as I get off my bike and make my way to her. She pulls me into a hug. "Did you have a good time last night?" She asks, her hands on the tops of my arms, holding me in place.

I sigh, staring into her eyes. "Yeah, up until a crow eater threw up on me."

"Oh my, did you beat her ass?" Gemma asks questions as we make our way into the house.

"No, I was plastered last night. I couldn't see straight. I literally had to hold on to Jax for most of the night." I told her, hoping my lie was convincing enough.

"Mhm." She gives me a knowing look as she leans on the counter in the kitchen. "I have a question, Andrea, and I want you to be honest with me." Her tone turns more serious.

I arched an eyebrow at her. "Aren't I always honest?" I ask her, feeling a little offended.

"Yes, you are. Sorry. Anyway, you know that A.T. F agents are bothering the club? Has she made any contact with you?" She inquires as she lights a cigarette.

I lean against the counter next to her, crossing my arms across my chest. "No, why?"

"Because they're going after the Ol' Ladies and the families of the Club members, tryin' to get them to rat. They already have Luann and Cherry in custody." She tells me.

I chuckle. "Glad, I'm not an old lady then. And yeah, I may be Ope's cousin, but they won't find shit on me besides the domestic charge I got for beating the shit out of my dad. Even if that bitch brought me in for that, I wouldn't rat on the club. You all have taken me in and treated me like family. Yeah, they do shady shit, but that's not my business. I am a mechanic, not an outlaw." I responded honestly to her. She drapes an arm over my shoulder, pulling me in for a hug after stubbing out her cigarette.

"Honey, you are family. You witness fucked up shit daily working at T.M., and you say nothing. You go with the flow. I don't want you to be intimidated by that bitch."

"Gemma, it takes a lot to intimidate me. I deal with Opie, Piney, and Jax almost every day, and I don't take any of their shit." My statement causes Gemma to laugh.

"Honey, the reason Jax gives you shit is because he wants to get into your pants. I'm honestly surprised he hasn't gotten under your skin yet." She says, forcing my cheeks to burn. If only she knew what happened between us.

"Yeah, I know." That is all I could say before changing the subject. "So, what do you need help with?" I ask her, glancing around the house.

~ ~ ~

I had just finished applying the last coat of paint in Abel's nursery when Gemma knocked on the door. I turn and see her smiling as she evaluates the room. "You did a wonderful job, Andy." She says, nodding approvingly.

"Thanks," I say, as I place the paintbrush on the tray. "I reckon I got more on myself than on the wall." I gesture to paint covered clothes. Gemma chuckles as she walks in.

"It's okay, you look adorable." She says. "I have to go. The club needs my help with something. Are you okay with putting the crib together yourself? I know it's getting late, but we are just about done!" Gemma beams. I giggled and nodded my head.

"Of course, Gem, anything for that little guy. You wouldn't mind if I worked all night here, would you? I don't feel like going home to listen to Opie and Donna bickering about the club." I shake my head, I’ve had a good day so far, and that's not the way I feel like ending it.

Gemma pulls me in for a hug, which I happily return. "You do whatever you want, honey. It's unnecessary to work all night. You can sleep, you know?" Gemma pulls away and holds me at arm's length as her phone rings. "Alright, I gotta go. Be safe and call if you need anything. I'll lock the door on my way out."

"Okay," I say as she walks out of the room, answering her phone. I pay no mind to the conversation and get back to work, determined to finish as much as possible for baby Abel and Jax.

-5 hours later-

Once I finish everything, I clean up and relax on the couch, watching TV. My phone rings, showing I have an incoming call. Realizing it was Jax, I happily answered. "Hey, sexy." I purr seductively into the phone.

Jax chuckles. "What are you doing?"

"Well, right now, I'm relaxing on your couch watching TV, since I spent the last five hours painting and cleaning your place," I told him. "You?"

"Getting ready to take care of some club business. Mom told me you were going to crash there tonight?" He asked. I instantly became nervous, because I never thought to ask him for the okay.

"I'm so sorry; I should have asked you instead of your mom." I apologize.

"Andy, don't apologize. I was calling to tell you I probably won't be back tonight. So be sure to lock all the doors and keep your gun at your side, just in case." Jax calmly said. I smile. That's so sweet of him. Jax has always been caring, but this is a new level of protectiveness. Maybe sleeping together has changed things.

"Jax, I'm not dumb. I know what to do." I say this as I hear Clay yelling in the background for Jax.

"I know. Just wanna make sure you're safe. Look, Andy, I have to go. I'll text you when I can; I'll see you tomorrow." He says with a sigh.

"Be careful! And don't let it slip to ANYONE about what happened last night, because Ope and Piney will have our asses." I remind him before ending the phone call.

~ ~ ~

*Jax*

-9 p.m.-

Unser, Opie, and I were patiently waiting outside the police station. Soon, Tig, Piney, and Bobby would go through with their part of the plan and cause a bar fight that would draw the police away from the station long enough for us to talk to the girls.

"Dispatch is in a separate office. She won't hear us." Unser says from my side. "Get to the cells through the back door." I nodded as I glanced at Opie, who had been quiet and distant all evening.

"Ope?" I say. He looks at me with a blank expression. "You here, man?"

Nodding slowly, he says, "Yeah." Just then, the station doors opened, showing the first part of the plan was complete. "That's our cue." He says he didn't want to be part of the plan. What was his problem?

Once the cops jump into their cars and drive away, I make a decision. Opie didn't need to be part of this if his head wasn't in the game. "Stay here. Call if anyone shows up." He looked slightly offended.

"I thought you wanted me--" I cut him off, not in the mood.

"Just keep your eyes open, dude," I say before exiting the van. He's distracted, and that could cause a major fuck up we can't afford.

Unser and I make our way into the holding cells. I find Cherry and Luann and motion for them to keep quiet. "Holy shit." Cherry whispers.

Before unlocking Cherry's cell, I amble over to Luann, a nervous wreck. "What are you doing here?" Luann questions.

"We think the feds are pressing Otto," I answered.

"Something's going on. They're letting me see him tomorrow." She tells me.

"You gotta get a message to him. They're trying to use the RICO act against the club." I told her. "You gotta tell Otto he can't give them any info, all right? Nothing. No matter how small or old."

"Shit." Luann nods. "Okay, I'll tell him." I nod and walk over to Cherry.

"What are they asking you?"

"Jax, you gotta take me with you, man, please." She begs. I shake my head. Breaking someone out isn't on the agenda.

"I can't," I say.

Cherry groans in defeat as tears well up in her eyes. "That bitch wants to send me back to Nevada. I'm going to do hard time, like a hundred goddamn years. I can't do that—your mom's right. I'll rat if I stay in here. I'll rat! Come on! Please. Please take me with you." She pleads. What a whiny bitch.

"All right, shut up." I harshly tell her as I pull open the cell door. She quickly steps out. Well, breaking someone out wasn't on my to-do list, but I guess it just got added. "Come on. Come on." I had no other choice. We couldn't risk her ratting us out.

As we walk out, I say a quick goodbye to Luann, knowing she’s a reliable old lady, and knowing the message will be passed along means I can breathe easier for now. We make our way to Unser, and as soon as he sees me with Cherry, he flips. "What are you doing with her?" He demands, attempting to steer Cherry back towards the cells.

"We gotta take this one with us," I tell him as I walk away. "Put her in the van. I'm going to check your office, see what I can find."

I hear moans coming from Unser's office and slowly crack the door to notice Stahl sitting at the desk with her elbow on the table. At first, I thought she was fucking herself, and that would be bad enough. But then she leans back in the chair as Hale comes out from under the table. For the life of me, I don't know why he’d wanna go there. They both stand up as Stahl pulls at his belt and says, "Now it's my turn." Silently laughing, I close the door and leave.

Well, I found something, after all. Not at all what I expected, but Hale isn't as good as he thinks, and sleeping with a fed one that looks like her must be desperate. As I leave the station, I'm left with the question: do I tell Unser what I found or not?

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babycakes19 · 3 years ago

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What If? Jax Teller/OC Fanfic - Chapter 3.

Pairing: Jax Teller x OC

Rating: M (SMUTTTTTT, Cussing, ect. Just make sure you're 18+)

Chapter 3:

*Andrea*

- Two Months later -

"Son of a bitch." I shouted as my knuckles connected with the bolt when my wrench slipped. "Stupid fucking whore!"

"What a dirty mouth on such a pretty lass. Ya need me ta’ take a look a'it?" Chibs says in his thick Scottish accent I love so much, making me laugh while wrapping my bloody knuckles in a towel.

"It’s fine." I shrug. "Shit happens."

"It sure does." Chibs agrees. "So, how d’ ya like Charming so far, Deary?" He questions.

"I love it. And I love that you’re all outlaws. It's exciting." I giggle.

Chibs seems surprised at my statement. "You mean we don't scare you?"

I shake my head. "Hell no. You’re all adorable." I squeeze his cheeks. He bats my hands away, causing me to laugh.

"Well, I'm glad we don't scare ya. Hopefully that means you’ll stay," he says as I slam the hood down on the car I was working on. "This done?" He asks.

"Yep, tell the customer the piece of shit is ready." I say as I make my way into the clubhouse for a beer. Pondering over what Chibs said, honestly, I don’t think I can imagine myself living anywhere else now.

"BOBBY," I shout as I jump on his back, causing the others to laugh as he stumbles forward a bit from the unexpected added weight.

"Andy, what are you doing? You're going to break my back." Bobby jokes as he pulls me off of him.

"That's harsh. Andy's just a wee little thing. She couldn't hurt a fly." Jax says as he drapes an arm over my shoulder and plants a kiss on my forehead. We have grown close these past two months, and we joke all the time, nothing sexual, sadly, solely friends. I've also been visiting his son, Abel.

Rolling my eyes, I elbow him in the ribs. "No, this wee little thing could kick your ass."

"Opie, tell her to stop being so mean." Jax jokes as he ruffles my hair.

Opie throws his hands up, shaking his head. "Hey, she lives with me. I have to deal with her, so I'm not telling her shit."

I laugh and wander behind the bar and pour myself a shot. "Opie, do a shot with me," I say as I pour another shot.

"Okay." He says as he walks over. He picks up one glass and throws it back with me.

The door of the clubhouse opens, Clay and Gemma strides in. They laugh as they see me covered head to toe in grease behind the bar, taking shots. "Andy, baby," Gemma says, "go get cleaned up; you're getting grease all over the bar." She smiles, nodding towards the dorms.

I pout as I cross my arms over my chest. "That's not fair. Bobby eats pussy all the time on this bar, and I get yelled at for a little grease," I say, causing everyone to burst out laughing.

"She has a point, babe." Clay agrees, throwing me a sly smile. "A lot of nastier things have been done at this bar."

"Yeah yeah, I just don't like seeing her pretty face all covered up with grease," Gemma says as she comes over to me and kisses my cheeks. "Love you, baby. Now get cleaned up. There's a party tonight, remember?"

"I remember; I love you too." As I turn to half-sack, I smile. "Hey, kip, run to my bike and get my clean clothes out of the saddlebag for me, please." He nods before leaving. Gemma and I have become increasingly close over the short time I've been in Charming, her treating me like I’ve always been here and part of the family.

"Whose apartment can I use to shower?" I say, glancing between all the boys.

"You can shower with me," Tig smirks, causing Opie to smack him on the back of the head. "Hey." He complains as he rubs his head.

"That's my cousin, creep." He says, making me laugh.

"You can use mine; it's the third one down on the left," Jax says, winking at me.

"Thanks," I say as I turn and go to where he told me. I wandered into a spotless room. Who knew Jax was so clean, or maybe someone was cleaning it for him? It wouldn't surprise me if someone was trying to get on his good side by doing some chores for him. I make my way into the bathroom, where I undress. When I get down to just my bra and underwear, the door opens, and half-sack steps in. We make eye contact, and I hurry and shut the bathroom door.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to look; I thought you would have locked the door." Kip stammers.

"It's fine. Leave the clothes on the bed, and lock the door on your way out." I demand, and I hear the door shut moments later. That was so embarrassing.

~ ~ ~

*Jax*

I watch half-sack come down the hallway, his face blood-red. "What's wrong, Sack?"

He looks over at Ope and then back at me. He's nervous, you can see it in his face and body language. "I-I-I walked into the apartment to bring her clothes, and Andy didn't have the bathroom door shut, so I saw her in her bra and underwear. I'm sorry, Ope. Please don't kill me."

"Lucky fuck." Juice mutters. "What was she—ow? What the hell, man?" He shouts as Opie punches his arm. "I was kidding!" He defends, rubbing up and down his arm.

"Sure you were. Could you all stop with this shit? She's here to work. She's not just some crow eater." Opie plops down on the chair as he runs his hand over his face. "She's not just some piece of ass for you all. She's my family!" Opie exclaims the frustration clearly in his voice and in his expression.

I sit down next to him and smile. He has been preaching this shit since the day after she got here. All the guys have been trying to get with Andy, and she has flat out told them no and to fuck off. Once Opie got word of it, he flew off the handle about it, claiming if anyone touches her or even thinks about messing with her, he would shoot them. The only one he trusted around her was me, and that's only because she kept Abel company at the hospital.

I'm not going to lie and say I'm not attracted to Andy because I am. She was something else. She knew how to cook, work on cars, shoot guns, listened to killer music, and rode a motorcycle, and she looked good doing all those things she also had a killer body, but that really is the icing on the cake actually it's like extra icing on the cake because she’d still be more than enough even if she wasn't so blessed with having all the right curves in all the right places. Not to mention her tattoos and piercings, she fits right in with the MC looks wise. She was sweet, yet crazy in the best way, of course.

She was awesome with my son, my mom and the club loved her already, and she has only been here for a few months. We have all grown close to her. It doesn't bother her that we do what we do. She treats us like we’re truly regular mechanics. She would make a wonderful old lady to someone, that's for sure, and honestly, there's that little voice in the back of my mind saying she could be yours, that breathtaking woman could be yours if you stopped being a pussy.

"I gotta go home. I promised Donna that I would be home tonight." Opie sighs as he stands to make his leave. "Keep an eye on Andy, please, Jax?" He asks me while making eye contact.

I nod. "Sure thing, brother," I say, hugging him before he goes home to his wife and kids for the night.

Twenty minutes go by, and Andy finally walks out, causing all the guys to stop talking and just stare. I look at her, and my jaw drops. She's wearing a tight-fitting, low-cut, short red dress with black heels. Her hair is up in a ponytail, and she has little makeup. She looked smoking hot, and it was making me have some seriously dirty thoughts.

"Uh, guys, what's wrong? Does it look bad?" She asks nervously, looking around at each of us.

"No, it looks good." Half-Sack says, "you look hot." I nudged him. "What?" He asks. I just push him towards the bar, telling him to get to work.

"What he means to say is that you know how to silence a room," I tell her, causing her to blush. "It's a good thing Opie or Piney aren't here, or they would flip out on every one of you pigs," I shouted, and they all go about their business, throwing occasional glances in her direction.

Andy walks over to the bar and climbs up on the stool. "Kip, beer me." She says. I can't help but smile as I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her shoulders; she smells like my body wash and shampoo. The dirty thoughts come back. "What do you want, Jax?" she laughs.

"Can I not give you a hug?" I say, pulling back from her as I take a seat beside her. "I'm offended."

She laughs and places her hand on my knee. My stomach flips at the gesture, and I tense up. What is wrong with me? Why is she having this effect on me right now?

"Abel gets to come home in a couple of days," I tell her as I take a drink of beer.

She smiles so big it takes over her whole face. "That's awesome!" She hugs me as she pours a shot for the two of us to celebrate my son finally coming home.

It's now 11 pm, and Andy's plastered; she drank a lot of liquor. She and Chibs got into the quarter game, and he was definitely better at it.

"Jax." Andy leans over me, her boobs right in my face. I stiffen at sight. It's taking everything in my power not to take her back to the apartment right now and act out all my dirty thoughts from the night.

"Yes, Andy?" I stand up, steadying her.

"I can't drive tonight." She whispers like it's the biggest secret she's ever told, as if it wasn't obvious to anyone that looks at her she is in no state to drive. "And these heels are killing my feet." She grumbles, and I chuckle at her.

"Then take them off," I say to her. She leans down and removes one and then the other. I laugh as she struggles to stand back up.

"Woah." she says as she grabs my shoulder with her free hand, steadying herself. "The room is spinning."

"Want to lay down?" I ask her as I lay my hand on the small of her back, just above her ass, unimaginably tempted to move it lower, my fingers just itching to grab at her perfect ass.

"Are you trying to get me into bed with you, Teller?" She arches her eyebrow, questioning my motives. My mouth forms a smirk, and I shake my head.

"No, just trying to take care of you," I tell her, leading her to my apartment that I haven't been in for two months. I flipped the light on and led her over to the bed. She loses her footing, causing her to fall back on the bed, pulling me down on top of her.

I freeze as my blue eyes meet hers before moving my gaze to her lips and then back up. "Sorry," she says as a blush creeps up on her cheeks.

"It's alright, darlin'," I say to her as I go to move off of her; however, she has a tight grip on my shoulders, and I can't move. "Andy?" My voice is barely above a whisper as I lick my lips.

"What?" she whispers as she watches my mouth. "I can't help it; I'm tired..." She trails off.

"Then go to sleep," I say, still on top of her. She shakes her head and smirks.

"I'm not sleepy, tired. I mean, I'm tired of you undressing me with your eyes, and me undressing you with mine, and us not doing anything about it. No one has to know. Everyone has passed out or already gone home." She says, moving her hands to my hair; I move my hands to her hips, my dick growing hard extremely fast.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" I question her, not wanting to take advantage of her intoxication. Instead, she says nothing. She pulls my face down to hers, and our lips collide. Her lips are intoxicating. Her tongue ring brushes my bottom lip, and I let out a soft moan. I love it when women do that with their tongue ring. I open my mouth a little to let her tongue invade my mouth, finding my own.

"Yes." she says, breaking the kiss, her face flushed and breathless from the sensational kiss we just shared. "This is what I want."

~ ~ ~

*Andrea*

"This is what I want," I tell Jax as I flip him over, so he's lying on his back. I crawled on him, straddling his hips while leaning down and kissing him. His hands grip my ass, squeezing it as he deepens the kiss, and I feel his erection pressing against my inner thigh, and heat spreads between my legs. As he grabs a fistful of my hair and tugs, I move my hips against him, causing him to moan into the kiss.I bite his lip and move to the nape of his neck, where I bite and suck on the skin, knowing that there would be a mark that left evidence of our time together.

"Ah, Andy." Jax moans as he hikes my dress up to place his hands on my bare ass; he flicks my g-string and smirks. "You're so sexy." He purrs as he rips the g-string off of me, throwing it across the room, which turns me on even more.

"You're sexy, Jax," I say as I rip his flannel open, causing buttons to fly everywhere. Jax positions me on my back and moves on top of me, settling between my thighs while removing his kutte, flannel, and wife beater. My breath catches in my throat and my mouth waters at the godly sight of his perfectly sculpted 6-pack.

Jax smirked, as if he knew exactly what was going through my head as he ripped my dress apart, causing a breathy gasp to flow through my lips. "I dreamed of this moment." He groaned, his hands cupping my covered breasts, suffocating my peaked nipples through the fabric as he leans down and passionately kisses me.My hands drifted down his chest, as if they had a mind of their own, to his belt buckle, undoing it with ease, and then making quick work of unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. As I reach for his boxers, I grab his firm cock through the fabric and start pumping my hand. "Oh shit, Andy," he moans against my lips and bucks his hips.

Jax kicks his shoes off and stands up, quickly removing his pants and boxers as I pull my destroyed dress and bra off, revealing my pierced nipples. Jax crawls back on top of me and cups one of my breasts. It looks like he's almost in awe. "That's the hottest thing I have ever seen." Moaning, he takes my nipple into his mouth, playing with the piercing. My hands find and tug at his hair. I felt his dick brush against my folds, causing me to gasp.

"Jax," I moan into his neck. "I'm wet."

"I know. I can feel it, you’re soakin’ baby," he whispers as he trailed kisses down my body, finding that sweet, wet spot between my legs. I arch my back as his tongue flicks between my folds, and his index finger enters me, pumping slowly at first, then gradually picks up the pace as he inserts his middle finger. "You are drippin’ wet for me, baby. You gonna cum for me?" He questions, his voice deeper and sexier than normal.

I throw my head back and buck my hips into his fingers as they continue pumping and twisting, hitting all the right spots. "Yes." I moan. "YES." My voice gets louder.

"You taste so good!" He moaned as he removed his fingers to lick them before lapping up my juices with his tongue. His lips meet with mine as he lines his cock up with my entrance before easing into me. I couldn't help the approving moan that escaped from me as I tasted myself on his lips. It was just so fucking sexy I couldn't help it.

As he slowly pumps into me, our bodies shake in pure ecstasy. "Oh my god," we moan in unison.

Jax brings my mouth to his as our bodies move in sync. My hips meet his thrusts as he pumps into me, steady and deep, hitting my spot repeatedly. My fingers scratch at his back as his hands grip my hips, no doubt leaving marks.

"I-I'm about to cum, Jax." I gasped. He says nothing as he pumps harder and faster into me, causing me to explode around him; I bite into his shoulder to suppress my screams. "Jax." I moan.

Jax abruptly comes to a halt as he quickly pulls out, moving to my mouth; I rush to take him into my mouth just in time as he unloads his hot, sticky cum; I suck him dry. Wiping my mouth; I look up at him to discover he has a charming smirk on his face.

"That was so hot," he says as he lies on the bed next to me, pulling me into his body. I snuggle into his neck and observe the hickey.

"Oh no, your neck." I gasp, running my fingers over it gently, causing him to chuckle.

"It's okay, darlin'," he kisses my forehead.

"What do you mean? The guys will ask questions," I say this while staring up at the ceiling, worrying about causing problems, but I don't regret what happened.

"It's none of their business who I spent the night with." He says. "They won't find out that I fucked the shit out of you." He purrs into my ear, nibbling on it, and I get wet again.

"Jax, you can't say shit like that," I whisper, even though we are isolated.

"Why not?" He questions, looking at me with some confusion taking over his gorgeous features.

I take his free hand and place it between my legs, letting him feel the moisture. "Because that's why."

I see his pupils grow big as a smirk appears on his face. He says nothing as he pins my arms above my head, kissing me. We go for round two, and it's literally as astonishing as the first time, maybe even better, because now he knows my body, before passing out in each other's arms.

~ ~ ~

*Jax*

I wake to the sound of the shower running and smile. She didn't leave like I thought she would. I glance at the clock and realize it is 6 a.m. I throw the covers off me and get out of bed, making my way into the bathroom. As Andy lathers her body in the shower, I stand and watch. Feeling myself grow hard, I step into the shower and wrap my arms around her, pulling her back against my chest.

"Is that your gun in your pocket, or are you just excited to see me?" She giggles, resting the back of her head against my chest.

"I'm always excited to see you," I say into her neck as I grip her boobs in my hands, playing with her piercings. A moan escaped her lips as she moved her hand to my aching cock; the contact almost caused my knees to buckle.

Andy turns to face me; she brings my face down to meet hers, kissing me thoroughly, her pierced tongue invading my mouth as she pushes me against the shower wall. Getting on her knees, she takes my dick in her mouth, sucking me as she twirls her tongue around me, teasing me with her tongue ring, one of her hands pumping what's not in her mouth, the other on my hip. I throw my head back in pleasure as my hands find her head, gripping her hair; I thrust my dick deep into her mouth, and she doesn't pull away. She goes faster now with both hands on my waist, completely deep throating me. "Oh fuck." I moan through gritted teeth. "You're so good at this," I say as I feel myself reaching my peak. She says nothing, and I notice one hand leaving my hip. Opening my eyes, I gazed down at her and lost it when I noted her hand between her legs, pleasuring herself with her fingers.

Pulling her head away from my dick, completely turned on and ready for her, I let out a sharp growl as her blue eyes flashed with disappointment. "You're something else, Andrea," I whisper, picking her up, wrapping her legs around my waist, and leaning her back against the wall to support her, and let the water hit us. Covering her mouth with one hand as I entered her - knowing that she had to be quiet, while my other hand wrapped around her for stability. Thrusting hard and fast into her, I watched her eyes roll to the back of her head as her muffled screams vibrate against my hand.

When I turned my mouth down to suck on her tit, my tongue played with the piercing when I felt her body shake and her pulsating around me before her orgasm reached its peak and released sticky sweet juices over my cock. As I felt my peak bubbling, I pulled out and sent my cum billowing out in her stomach.

Breathing heavily, we part, and I put her down carefully, knowing that her legs will be weak from the mind-blowing orgasm I just gave her. "No one can know about us, Jax." She whispers, her cheeks tinted with a hue of pink. "I know what it would do to you and Ope." The concern is evident in her tone and face, and I think it's sweet that she's worried about Opie and me fighting.

"I know." I pull her into a hug to help reassure her. "It'll be our little secret. We flirt every day, so he won't notice anything." I assured her as my phone rang. "Duty calls," I inform her before kissing her quickly as I leave the shower.

~ ~ ~

*Andrea*

Jax leaves to deal with club stuff and leaves me looking for something to wear as he destroyed my dress last night. When I look through the dresser, I realize I can't wear Jax's clothes without being suspicious. I also didn't leave a change of clothes here, as I usually do. So I had no choice but to call Ope and ask him to bring me a change of clothes to the clubhouse when he comes.

"Hello?" He answers after the first ring.

"Hey, Ope, could you have Donna pick an outfit for me and bring it with you to the clubhouse?" I asked sweetly.

There was some ruffling from the receiver, and I knew I had received his full attention from his curiosity in tone: "Why, what happened?"

"A crow eater threw me on me last night, so I had to throw my dress away, and I'm stuck in Jax's old apartment with no clean clothes." I lie through my teeth to him, hoping I sound convincing enough.

"Jax didn't stay in there with you, did he?" Opie questions. I roll my eyes. This man is so overprotective.

"No, he left after I came in here." I lied again.

"Okay, I'll be there soon. Hang tight." He tells me before hanging up. I lay in my towel on the bed, waiting patiently for Ope to get here. When my phone dings, I check to view a text message from Jax that reads, "can't get last night and this morning out of my head ;)"

I grin, thinking of a quirky reply. "Maybe it'll happen more often ;)" I send it as butterflies flutter in my stomach. I suppose I'm getting feelings for Jax Teller, and that could be dangerous in more ways than one.

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What If? Jax Teller/OC Fanfic - Chapter 2.

Pairing: Jax Teller x OC

Rating: M (Cussing, ect. Just make sure you're 18+)

Chapter 2:

*Andrea*

I've been in Charming for 3 days now, and it was nothing like I expected. The guys are literally a family, not only calling each other brothers but also acting like it. That first morning, when I woke up at Ope's, I unpacked my stuff. It didn't take long, considering I brought little, but Donna insisted it would help make me feel at home. I've been working in the garage on vehicles; it’s mostly mundane work, like oil changes and replacing tires, but it’s a job that was given to me, so I can't complain too much.

Gemma threw an official welcome party in my honor, because it was something we had to do, and no amount of convincing could change her mind. I've quickly learned that what Gemma wants, Gemma gets, so we had a party, and in what I'm told is true SOA fashion. There was lots of alcohol, weed, good music, and naked women. I have to admit, seeing Bobby eat out a croweater on the bar was not how I envisioned my time in Charming, but Jax told me it was a typical night at the clubhouse. Witnessing someone eating pussy or getting blown up was something I would get used to.

So now that I've caught you up on the last few days, I'm currently strolling into the office to give Gem the paperwork and keys to the old Corolla I’ve been working on.

Slamming her phone down on the desk, Gemma looks up at the doorway, "Hey Andy." I notice she looks stressed.

"Hey Gem, that Corolla is done, but you need to tell the owner it doesn't have much life left in it." I tell her as I pass over the keys and papers.

"Will do honey." She mumbles, and I'm not sure she even knows what I’m saying.

"You okay Gem." She sighs and looks up at me.

"Haven't heard from Jax’s ex. The junkie bitch hasn't answered either of us in weeks." She expresses her concern.

Jax had told me all about Wendy, why he married her, and how he realized his mistake. He also told me how he felt guilty and slept with her once she was clean, after hoping his efforts to reconcile would keep her clean. After it happened, he knew he couldn't stay with her solely because it might keep her sober. It was something she had to want to do for herself, but that one time resulted in her getting pregnant.

As I look around the room, I look out the window to see Jax rushing out into the lot. I call him "Jax!"

"Hey darlin’." Sending me his famous smirk while he’s strutting towards me. He is a good-looking guy. His hair is messy, but in that good way only he can pull it off, and he’s got a tan forming.

"Your mom hasn't heard from your ex, and she said you haven’t either. Maybe it's time to do something about it. You know, check in on her, at least for the baby’s sake?" Looking up at him, I can see his concern, a look I’ve not seen on him in my short time of knowing him. He really is worried, but with Wendy’s past, he’d be crazy not to be.

He steps around me, popping his head in the office's door. Gemma still sat at the desk, trying to file the paperwork the boys had no doubt made a major mess of.

"Hey ma, go to the house to check on the junkie for me. I may not love her, but she’s still carrying my kid. We’re heading out on club business, or I'd do it myself." He says to his mother.

"Sure thing, baby. I’ll head over there soon." She says, giving up on the mess of papers.

The boys all come out of the clubhouse, heading towards their bikes, getting ready for the "club business" Jax had just mentioned. He nods to his mom, turning to walk past me to his bike, sending me a sly wink, shouting out, "I’ll catch you ladies later!" As they roar out of the lot, he straddles his bike and takes his place up front with Clay.

Gazing toward the office, I went back in to get my next job. "What's next on my list, Gem?"

Standing from her chair, she looks at me. "You, sweetheart, are coming with me." She says this as she grabs her purse and cell phone.

"To Jax’s?" I asked in shock.

"To Jax’s." She confirms as she walks past me out of the office towards her car. I jog to catch up and jump in the passenger seat.

~ ~ ~

*Jax*

Not hearing from Wendy was gnawing at my mind, but right now I’ve gotta put that in the back of my head. Because our gun warehouse just blew up, and we gotta deal with that. Driving out to the location of the warehouse, I can feel the tension radiating off our small group. This won't be anything but shitty. I can feel the pit forming in my stomach, and the thought of the amount of money we recently lost makes me nauseous.

As Clay, Tig, Bobby, and I pull up to Bluebird, we notice the Sheriff and the Fire Department on the scene.

"What the hell happened?" Clay demands as we meet Trammel, each of us looking around at a bunch of burned to hell rubble that was once our warehouse.

"Propane tanks caught fire, Ammo was in there, the place just blew." Trammel explains, gazing around at us.

"Shit!" The frustration is evident in Clay's voice.

"Yeah, and the fire dick says it was arson. Saw a lot of boot prints." The information Trammel is giving us is fucking unsatisfactory. This shit should never have happened.

"Cowboy boots?" Clay asks, meaning he’s thinking Mayans, and that's what I was thinking too.

"Yeah, I think so." Trammel confirms, staring at the ground, to avoid our gazes. I wouldn't want to be the one telling us this either.

"Shit-eatin' Mayans, man." Tigs adds from behind me, voicing what is surely what all four of us are thinking. This is the last thing we need right now as a club. I'm about to bring a kid into the world soon. I don't need us to go through nasty shit when he finally comes.

Though there's one thing that's bothering me as we’re trudging through what's left of our warehouse. Where the hell was our goddamn guard? "Where the hell was Rodrigo?" I spit out to Trammel, pissed off. He wasn't here to protect our stock.

"No sign of your watchman." He informs us, continuing to look around the premises.

"What's the exposure?" Clay asks.

"Officially? Me and the fire department. The fire captain can be convinced to rethink his report." Trammel tells us, and as he shows us the damage, he makes it clear there will be a reward.

"Unofficially?" I asked from behind him.

"Unofficially, this blast was seen in two counties. This location is dead." He states.

"Jesus Christ." Clay says exactly what I'm thinking. The hits just keep coming, and finding a new location at short notice will be difficult, to say the least.

"The M4s?" Clay grumbles with a murderous look on his face.

"Gone, as are most of the Glocks." One more piece of bad news to add to the crap pile. How much worse could it get?

Clay kicks what's left of our warehouse, shouting out in frustration. In all honesty, he's acting like a child, but I'd rather him take his aggression out on the building remains than on me.

"Get the firemen on board. Don't want this shit hittin' A.T.F.'s radar." I tell Trammel as I take a wad of money out of my pocket and give him a few notes.

"Let's get out of here." I tell the guys as I head back to my bike. I’m done with this shit. I need to go back to the clubhouse, have a beer, and try to figure out how we move forward. This is gonna cost us big time.

"Hold on. You gotta see something else." Trammel speaks up, so I turn back to look at him.

"Do we really?" The sarcasm is clear in Clay’s voice. How many more hits are we gonna have to take today?

As we follow Trammel over to the back edge of the warehouse rubble, hundreds of insects are buzzing around two dead women. It's clear from my earlier thought that things not being able to get any worse might have been wrong.

"Goddamn. Fried and refried." Clay grunts.

"They're illegals. Part of our assembly crew." Tig adds, as I look around, shaking my head. I was definitely wrong. It's just gotten worse now, so maybe I’ll enjoy a joint with that beer.

"We found them before the F.D. went through." For the time being, only the five of us are aware of them.

"Well, after the smoke clears, get rid of the bodies." Clay states like its nothing to dispose of two dead women, and to him it's probably not, but it never sits well with me when women are involved.

"What am I supposed to tell our boys up in Oaktown? I'm supposed to deliver five cases to Leroy and his crew before tomorrow morning." Trammel questions.

"Call the gangster hotline, set a meetin'." Clay tells him as he heads for his bike.

"Right." Trammel agrees, and I give him the rest of the cash I have on me, as the original payment wasn't enough to cover all the extra work he’s now gonna have to do.

Walking back to the bikes, Clay holds his gun out behind him to me. "Two in the back of the head. Quick and painless." He begs.

"It ain't easy being king." I tell him this, knowing that ultimately, all this shit falls on him. Everyone will look to him for answers he doesn't have right now, and he likes total control too much to ask for help.

"Yeah, you remember that." His comment doesn't go unnoticed, and I know that one day I’ll be sitting at the head of the table. One day my time will come, but unlike him, I’m not above asking for help. I’ll use my men when I need them, and I'll be glad to have them stand by my side.

Heading back to the lot, I scan around when I pull in. Ma’s not here, and Andy seems gone too, so maybe she went with Ma to check on Wendy. Checking out the garage, I see half-sack has brought in a tow in with a deer sticking out the windshield.

"Some days you're the Beamer… some days you're the goddamn deer." I say to the boys.

"Some yuppie creamed her up at the streams." Chibs tells me while working on getting the car off the tow.

"He run into it, or hit a tree while it was giving him head?" I joke about inspecting it closer.

Half-sack looks at me, "How the hell do you want me to get it out of there?" He’s looking at me like a lost kid.

Smirking at him, I jump over the towline, heading to the side of the truck, and pull out a small chainsaw.

"Come on. Jesus, man." He laughs out loud in disgust as he sees it.

"Just pretend it's "Carve your own steak" night at Sizzler." After telling him that, he looks disgusted as I hand it over to him.

"I don't eat meat, man." He almost whines out. Well, that explains the expression.

"Figure it out, grunt." I tell him as I walk towards the clubhouse to join the guys for church. I haven't heard from Mom yet, and I don't know if that's good or not. Putting my pre-pay in the box, I enter church and sit in my chair as the rest of the congregation files in, hoping we can figure this shit out with our guns.

~ ~ ~

*Andrea*

The drive to Jax’s didn't take too long, as we pulled to a stop at what I can only assume was Jax’s house. Gemma shuts the ignition off and turns to me. "Come on, let's go see why she can't seem to answer the phone all of a sudden."

As we walk up to the front door, I notice about a week's worth of newspapers on the steps blocking the front door. Gemma kicks one out of the way as she makes her way up the stairs. Knocking on the door loudly, "Wendy!" We’re both tense as we wait, but there seems to be no answer.

"I’ll check round the side to see if I can see anything through the window." I tell her as I move around the house, past the car. Looking through what I think is a kitchen window, I put my hand up to the glass above my eyes, trying to look around the room. That’s when I see Wendy passed out on the floor, a mixture of what looks like melted ice cream and blood surrounding her.

"Shit! Gemma!" I cry out and hear her heels clicking quickly towards me.

"What baby? What's wrong?" she asks in a frantic tone.

My head snaps towards her. "Call 911! She passed out on the floor. She’s bleeding between her legs, Gemma!"

"Fuck!" she shouts and gets her phone out. The next few minutes are all a blur. I can hear Gemma telling them Wendy's locked in the house, pregnant and bleeding on the floor, but I can't look away from the window watching her, solely hoping the baby will be okay.

The next thing I know is that the police break down the door, and paramedics storm in, then wheel her out of the house and into the ambulance. "We’ll be taking her to St. Thomas. You can meet us there."

"C’mon sweetheart, try calling Jax and I’ll drive us back to the garage." She gently pushes me back to the car. Once we’ve pulled away, I take my phone out and try Jax, but it goes to voicemail, so I just keep hitting Redial, hoping he’ll pick up.

Pulling into the lot, Jax still hasn't answered, so as we come to a stop, Gemma lies on the horn, getting everyone's attention. Jax and the others come rushing out of the clubhouse as Gemma and I get out of the car.

"What the hell is going on?" Clay shouts at us from the clubhouse door as Jax rushes over to me.

Once he’s standing in front of me, his hand cups my cheek, wiping away a stray tear. I didn't even know I was crying. "Darlin', what's wrong?" he questions, with concern leaking into his words. His hand is still cupping my face, as the other rests on my waist. I rest my shaking hands on his chest.

"She's at the h-hospital. The ambulance t-took her, there was s-so much blood, I’m so s-sorry Jax." I stutter out, not even sure if I’m making sense. Normally, I'm a bad bitch, but this is an innocent baby. This has shaken me more than I would've expected. His confusion turned into a mixture of anger, sadness, and disbelief.

"My kid?" His voice is firm, but his eyes betray the fear he’s feeling.

"I don’t know Jax, they were taking her to St. Thomas. We can go right now and find out what's happening." I tell him I’m sure my facial expression and tone are telling him how sorry I am for not giving him the answers he needs.

Before I could even fully comprehend what was happening, Jax had dragged me to his bike, pulled me behind him, and sped out of the lot, taking us to the hospital. I squeeze his waist, trying to help calm him and reassure him I'm here and not going anywhere.

Jax barely pulls his bike into a spot before we jump off and rush through the doors of the hospital. Jax leading me, holding my hand. I gave his hand a small squeeze for support. "My ex-wife was brought in not that long ago. She’s pregnant with my son. Wendy Teller, tell me where they are." The woman at the desk appears frozen. Jax's voice is commanding, taking over the small area we’re in while I’m just standing here impatiently tapping my foot. Could this fake blond be any slower?

"I-I um s-she’s in labor a-and delivery, t-the 3rd floor." And honest to God, the bottle blond had barely finished stuttering out her answer before I was pulled to the elevator by Jax's, who still had his hand linked with mine. Waiting in this stupid metal box for the 45 seconds it takes to go up two floors feels like an eternity. Finding the desk in Labor and Delivery proves unproductive, as there are no medical personnel in sight.

By the time we find a nurse and she’s letting the doctor know we’re here, Gemma, Clay, Bobby, and Chibs have also turned up and are waiting behind us like some weird SOA entourage.

As we waited for the doctor to come down that hall, we’d moved to the chairs near the desk. Jax and I were next to each other. He was now playing with my finger as we waited. Gemma and Clay were opposite us, holding hands too, with Chibs and Bobby to our left.

Gemma had her purse on her lap and suddenly started digging through it. "I found these matches next to a bunch of her empty thumb bags. Hairy Dog." she explained, discreetly showing the guys.

"Shit," the guys agreed, "it's got to be the Nords doing it again." Clay theorized.

"Darby got out of Chino two weeks ago," Bobby told us grimly.

"Yeah, well, call that Nazi prick. Set a meeting." Clay said, glancing between Bobby and Chibs.

Just as the pair were about to take their leave, a man around Jax’s age came down the hall, and we glanced up at him as he stopped not far in front of us. "Mr. Teller?" He asked, eyeing the crowd wearily as Jax stood, pulling me with him.

"Yeah, that’s me." He said this as the rest stood up from their seats. Jax pulled me up to the doctor with him, his hand tightening around mine, nerves radiating from him.

"I’m Doctor Reynolds. I've been looking after your wife." He said, looking at Jax.

"I'm sorry, doc, but she's my ex, and what the hell happened?" Jax was glaring at this doctor so intensely that if looks could kill this dude, it would be six feet under.

"When was the last time you saw her?" Reynolds asked as he escorted us down the hall towards a room with a glass sliding door. I could see Wendy on the bed, and her belly was a hell of a lot smaller.

"Couple of weeks." Jax told him the regret of not trying harder to contact her was clear on his face.

"Her hands and feet were full of tracks. Toxicology reports aren't back yet, but it's most likely crank."

As he explained this, I couldn’t help but wonder about the baby. As if Jax was reading my mind, he asks "The baby?" as his head flicks to look at Wendy, also noticing the lack of a baby bump she now has.

"We had to do an emergency C-section. He's 10 weeks premature." Reynolds tells us.

"Holy shit." "Oh my god." Jax and I whisper almost simultaneously. He lets go of my hand to move that arm around my waist, pulling me into his side.

"C’mon doc, tell us how my grandson is." From behind us, Gemma makes a demand. Reynolds looks at her, then around at the rest of our group. His eyes finally landed back on us.

"Just tell me." Jax prompts.

"He's got a congenital heart defect... and gastroschisis—a tear in his abdomen. The gastro and the early birth are from the drugs. But the C.H.D. is probably-"

"The family flaw." Gemma interrupts Doctor Reynolds' explanation of that poor baby’s problems.

"Yes, it's genetic. Either one would be serious, but not life-threatening. However, the two of them together - Dr. Namid gives him a 20% chance... and... I'm afraid that's being optimistic." It's like the air was sucked out of the room. I look to my right, observing Wendy laying there with no idea of the pain she's causing right now. That poor innocent boy has barely been out in the world for an hour and already has such a slim chance of surviving.

My heart is aching for Jax and for his son, who may never experience life, but his loss would surely rock the worlds of so many. "Oh my god," Gemma's soft voice jolts me out of my reverie.

"She never wanted to talk to me. I didn't know." Jax explains, glancing between Gemma and the Doctor, his grip never letting up on my hip.

"Her O.B. said she missed her last three appointments. No one knew. Dr. Namid wants to fix his belly first. Then, if he stabilizes, he'll go in and try to repair the heart. I'm sorry, Mr. Teller. I can take you to see him now." Honestly, I didn't think Doctor Reynolds would be very smart because he was so young. When he finished his explanation, I realized he seemed to know what he was talking about, so I'm hoping that he can save that little boy from death.

"I’ll be assisting Doctor Namid on your son's case the entire time." As he’s telling Jax, he's trying to guide him down the hall to where I can only assume the baby is.

"His name is Abel." Jax blurts out, glancing at the doctor, then down at me. I smiled at him.

"It's a good name, Jax." My voice is soft until he pulls away from me. "Jax?" "Jackson!" Both Gemma and I called together.

"Stay here with my mom, go with the doc. I got something to do," he says, gazing at me over his shoulder before rushing down the hall.

"Watch his back." Clay instructs Chibs and Bobby, and they both rush to catch up with Jax, who is clearly a man on a mission. I just hope he doesn't do anything stupid that takes him away from baby Abel.

"If you'll follow me, I can take you ladies to see Abel now." Both Gemma and I turn, following him down the hall through the double doors. When we reach the end, he points into a small room. "There he is. I know it looks scary, but talk to him. The ones that have a good family do a lot better than the ones who don't. I have to get back, but if you need anything, let a nurse know." He walks back the way we came, without even a glance back at us.

Gemma and I look through the window for a bit before a nurse comes along and practically pushes us inside the room. "You heard Doctor Reynolds. That boy is in desperate need of you ladies right now.He needs to know he has something he’s fighting for." The redhead nurse tells us before checking his vitals, updating his chart, and leaving us to it.

"Gem, he's so tiny." I whisper as I step up to the incubator, my fingers stroking the glass.

"I know, baby. But he's a Teller. You watch, he’ll be just fine." Standing next to me, she puts her hand on my shoulder as we watch his chest rise and fall with his tiny breaths, and I have to say, she sounds confident in what she’s telling me.

~ ~ ~

*Jax*

Leaving the hospital was the best thing I could do right now. I needed to find some way to make this right for my son, and let some of my anger out. Jumping on my bike and heading toward the Hairy Dog, I didn't even notice the guys following me until I was jumping off my bike and storming into the place once my anger had completely taken over.

Sauntering in and straight to the back where some of Darby’s guys are playing pool, I pick up a spare cue and hit the fucker over the head with it, then start beating with my fist, holding his collar to keep him in place with my other hand. "Sell crank to my pregnant ex-wife?" I ask through gritted teeth and start hitting him in the stomach with the cue stick.

I can hear Bobby and Chibs trying to hold off his friends behind me, but right now I don't care. Let them have a piece of my rage too. My kid is probably gonna die, so these bastards deserve everything I got. Eventually, the cue stick broke, so I started kicking him until Chibs came over and pulled me back, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! I think you made your point. I think you made your point."

"Stupid peckerwood shithead!" I say, spitting on him. I walked away when what some would say was a genius plan hit me, and some would say it was monstrous. Turning back, I picked up the broken cue stick and stabbed him right in the balls. Hearing him howl in pain was satisfying to my rage, so I took my leave, hearing Bobby say, "Enjoy your lunch. Shish ka-balls are on me." Bringing a small smirk to my face for the first time since hearing about my son.

We leave the bar, and I feel a little bit better, telling Bobby I'm going to find Ope. That's exactly what I do. I need to catch up with my brother.As I approach the Winston residence. I notice Ope working on his bike in the driveway.

"Hey man, what's up?" He greets me with confusion written all over his face, as he wasn't expecting me, as I stepped up from the street to meet him.

"So much brother...my kid was born. Not only has he got the family flaw, his insides are upside down and all because she couldn't keep off the crank." Ope’s face drops.

"Is he gonna be okay?" Opie is an admirable father, and I can tell, noticing the pain flash across his face, that he's imagining one of his kids being in a bad spot.

"He’s 10 weeks early, doc gives him a 20 percent chance of surviving. This shit is fucked man." I can feel my anger bubbling back up, so I take some deep breaths, then tell him about what happened with the nords and then pull my bike up next to his. We spend hours just tinkering with them, occasionally talking, but mostly listening to the rock music Ope’s playing on the radio in the garage.

~ ~ ~

*Andrea*

It’s dark out now, and visiting hours at the hospital have ended, so Gemma dropped me back at the lot, telling me she was going to clean up at Jax’s. I couldn’t believe Jax never came back to the hospital; his son was dying and needed him now more than ever. I mean, he's been a father for less than a day; he can't start out by being a flake. This kid is going to need all the love he can get, especially from his father. I feel my anger growing just thinking about it, and when I see that blond shithead, I'm gonna give him a piece of my mind. What's that saying, ‘speak of the devil, and he shall appear'? Well, apparently it works by thinking about bikers, because as soon as my thought is finished, I hear bikes coming into the lot.

While Waiting for Jax and Opie to make their way over to me, my anger rapidly grows stronger than before. I see the flash of recognition in Opie’s eyes, "That's all you brother." He tells Jax, making his way past me into the clubhouse with a smile and a wink.

"How could you?" My voice is louder than I expected, and the smirk that's on Jax's face is quickly replaced with shock.

"How could I what darlin’?"

"Not come back to the hospital, Jax; Abel needs you right now. Your mom and I sat in the NICU with him all day and you didn't bother to come back." Not responding, Jax grabbed my hand and led me to the picnic table outside the clubhouse. We both straddled the bench, facing each other. "He needs his dad. You can't give up on him, yet he's less than a day old. You gotta go visit him." I tell Jax as my voice cracks slightly.

"I can't do that, Andy." Jax replied, defeat clear in his tone.

"Why 'cause he’ll break your heart? Tough shit. He's your kid, and he needs you. It's called being a father." I didn’t enjoy being this harsh with him, but maybe reality slapping him in the face was what he needed.

"For how long? A day? A week?" He sounds truly heartbroken by his suspicions that Abel wouldn’t make it.

"The amount of time isn't important, Jax, but what is, is that one day, if Abel doesn't make it, you'll regret that you didn't spend every minute you could with him. If his whole life is 8 days or 80 years, you need to be there for as much as you can." I was going to let him mull over what I said.

Just as I’m about to unleash some wisdom on him, Jax pulls me away from the table and onto his bike, just like the first time we went to the hospital. "Where are we goin’?" I asked in confusion.

"To the hospital, I’ve got a little man to see." He truly seems to not realize it’s 12.30am.

"Visiting is over. We’ll need to wait until the morning." I said, waiting for him to respond. But he doesn't answer me, just sits on his bike and pulls me in behind him, and before I know it, we’re parking outside the hospital.

Sneaking into the NICU wasn't easy, but Jax and I had fun. Jax was pretending to be a ninja, encouraging me to do the same. Hiding around corners and sneaking through doors, pulling faces at each other and trying not to laugh too loudly and blow our cover, "What are we doing?" I whisper across to him as I grow anxious.

"C’mon darlin’ live a little with me. It's just a bit of fun." Jax sends me a wink, causing both of us to shake with silent laughter.

It turns out it was all worth the minor panic and elevated blood pressure because sitting in the rocking chair watching Jax stand next to his son, telling him stories about his family, all the crazy uncles he’s got and all but begging him to keep fighting is a memory I'm sure I'll cherish forever because even though it's a little sad, I'm witnessing the first time Jax is actually being a dad.

I wipe away a stray tear just in time for Jax to look over at me. "This is my kid, Andy." He says it completely in awe.

I nod. "He sure is."

"And I'm terrified. I have no clue how to raise him." Jax confided in me.

"But you have a village behind you to help, Jax." I told him truthfully, because that's something I had no doubt about.

"Even you?" He asks, sounding completely unsure of himself.

I stand up from the chair, making my way over to the boys. Pulling Jax into a hug, I assure him, "I’ll be first in line to help you, Jax."

"You might have to fight Gemma for that spot." He jokes, returning the hug.

I look up into his icy blue eyes and smile. "I’ll fight anyone for you guys." I told him. He smiles down at me and we spend another few hours watching this tiny, precious boy fight for his life.

Chapter 1 , Chapter 3

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What If? Jax Teller/OC Fanfic - Chapter 1.

Pairing: Jax Teller x OC

Rating: M (Cussing, ect. Just make sure you're 18+)

Chapter 1:

*Andrea*

The door to my garage is open while I work on my 1997 Bourget Street Sweeper Sport, providing heaps of sunlight and fresh air to come into the room. I'm singing along to 80’s music booming from my stereo system when my phone rings. Paused in what I'm doing, I stroll over to my phone, conveniently next to the stereo, and pick it up.

When I saw it was my cousin Opie calling, I cut off the music and answered with a friendly smile. "Hey Ope, how are you doing?" I plop down on the workbench and start fiddling around with a screwdriver.

Although I haven't seen him in fifteen years, and he was incarcerated for five, we've always kept in touch.

"Hey Andy, I'm good. I haven’t talked to you in a few days. I thought I’d call to see how things are going." His voice echoes across the phone.

"Not great - I'm about to kill my father because he's such an asshole." I informed him of my thoughts with a cynically amused giggle.

"What did he do now?" Opie's voice was filled with concern. "Did he hit you again?" His tone shifted as rage took the place of concern.

"Hell no," I snorted. "It's just ever since I moved out, he's been coming by my house and trying to start shit," I explained with a shudder.

"Probably because he no longer has his own personal punching bag." Ope muttered. "How long has he been coming by your house?"

My father is Jack Winston, Piney's younger brother, and the two have a history of being estranged. Growing up, my mother, Janice, insisted on taking me to Charming for summer visits every year. If dad had his way, I would never have learned about his family, although they were the only family I had. She wanted me to meet my relatives - and because Jack refused to visit his "worthless" brother, it was the only way for my mother to escape my father's abuse for a time. Unfortunately, following my mother's sudden death, the visits stopped, and my father took to beating me.

Just to refresh my memory, I close my eyes and vaguely remember the first time Dad started showing up around here. "Um, like, three months maybe? It's pissing me off. I need to get out of Arizona." I say it bitterly.

"Yeah, you're an adult. You don't need to stay and monitor that dick. He hasn't earned it." Opie grunts in agreement. "That, and Charming is only 12 hours away. And I know a shop that needs a mechanic." He adds nonchalantly.

Maybe it was finally time I took my life into my own hands and worried about myself for once.

After 25 years in the same area that has caused me so much pain and suffering, I've always been unwilling to leave. For reasons I'll never understand, I'm afraid my father will get arrested or drink himself to death for no apparent reason. As a result, I keep a close eye on him at all times from a safe distance.

"I'm not sure where I'd stay," I murmured, a hesitant grin spreading across my face.

"You’re welcome to stay with us in our guestroom. Donna would be thrilled to meet you." I smile as Opie informs me. "I know Kenny and Ellie would love to meet you." Opie sputters when he speaks. Understanding how much I've longed to meet his children, he adds that talking to them over the phone isn't the same.

"Say no more. I'll be there within a day or so. Gotta wrap some shit up here." I can't help but guffaw with delight.

"sweet." Opie chuckles. "Can’t wait. I’ll be sure to talk to Gemma about you."

"Okay." Before we say goodbye and hang up the phone, I add. "Oh! And don't tell Piney about it! I want to catch him off guard!"

Putting my house on the market takes the better part of a day, so after all was completed, I was finally ready to leave. Apart from packing my tools and shipping them to Charming, I'm not bringing anything with me other than my clothing and shoes, because everything else will be sold along with the house. Which, considering what little I possessed to begin with, isn't much.

Within an hour of getting my house on the market, I hopped on my bike and made my way to Charming. Opie told me he would be at a shop/bike club called Teller-Morrow and to meet him there as soon as I arrived at Charming, no matter how late. The prospect of seeing my cousin and uncle and meeting Ope's children for the first time, as well as the chance to meet some new people, made me smile. I looked forward to this new start and moving away from my obnoxious father. I couldn’t blame Piney for telling his brother to fuck off all those years ago.

When I glanced at my watch as I sat on my bike and prepared to leave, the time read 8 a.m. Next, I punched the gas and pulled onto the highway. I went 100 mph instead of 65 mph. I'm not messing around; this is my one chance to leave this wretched place, and I'm taking it as quickly as possible.

Driving on the highways and through the desert has been a chance to clear my mind. There was something about cruising along the highway for hours on end that allowed me to clear my head and unwind.

When I passed the "Welcome to Charming" sign eleven hours later, I knew I was only a short distance from Teller-Morrow and my new home. I am both excited and scared about being reunited with my long-lost family after so many years apart.

When I arrive at T.M, I rev my engine to inform Opie of my arrival. Parking my bike next to Ope's truck, I couldn't help noticing the vast number of Harley's lined up just a short distance away from the garage.

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*Jax*

I'm sitting at the bar in the clubhouse with Opie and Piney when we hear a motorcycle pulling into the parking lot and the rider revving the engine.

When Ope's smile spreads across his face, I gaze between him and Piney. "Ah, must be the new mechanic." He called this as he trudged to the doors, opened them, and stepped out into the parking lot, all the guys following.

We step outside to see an orange 1997 Bourget Street Sweeper Sport parked next to Opie's truck. When a figure steps behind the bike, I do a double take. I can tell the person is a chick because of the tight jean shorts, purple flannel top, and black boots. Under those shorts, she appears to have a delicate peach-shaped ass.

As she removes her helmet, she casts a glimpse at us, and my jaw drops. Her hair is bright purple, she has lovely tits, a thin waist, and tattoos on her arms which make my mouth water just looking at her. She's a biker's dream come true, and I realized the guys were envisioning the same thing, because they were whistling and cat-calling like crazy when we noticed Opie and Piney shuffle over and pull the girl into their arms. They must be familiar with her.

"Damn, who is that fine ass chick?" Tig mutters to me, and I shrug in response as we watch my mother and Clay leave the office. They stroll towards the three across the parking lot, momentarily conversing, before making their way over to us.

I make my way to the front of the crowd and offer my mom a puzzled glance. She shakes her head and pats the girl on the back as they come to a halt in front of us. "Everyone," my mother looks around at us all, "This is Ope's cousin, Andrea. She’s a mechanic, and she will work here to help us out."

The guys all nodded and glanced at each other. Some appeared amazed and perhaps suspicious before approaching her, shaking her hand and hugging her. When I inspect her, my stomach flops. Her hair’s long, almost reaching her ass, and she has stunning blue eyes. She has nose and lip piercings, and I believe I observed a tongue ring while she spoke.

I watched as she greeted everyone with a heart-stopping smile until her gaze met mine. I noticed something unreadable blazing in her eyes as she extended her hand to me. Shaking myself out of my stupor, I flashed her my best "panty-dropping" smile as I took her hand in mine. As I shook her hand, a bolt of electricity raced up my arm and into my body, and I retracted my hand, shrugging off the sensation. "Hey, darlin', I'm Jax. Nice to meet you. What’s your name again?" I asked, while slipping my hands into the front pockets of my jeans.

"Hey, I'm Andrea," she blushes, "though you can call me Andy." She says this before turning to face Ope, who’s wearing a stone-cold stare.

Ope casts me a warning glare as he drapes his arm over her shoulder and leads her away from the crowd and into the clubhouse. My mom marches up to me and smacks my arm. "Quit undressing her with your eyes," she states. I roll my eyes.

"Mom, I was just looking at her. Damn, can't I look at a hot chick?" I ask.

"No, no, you can't, because you have an unborn baby you need to worry about." She tells me before strolling back into the office. With a sigh, I wander back into the clubhouse and sit next to my best friend and his gorgeous cousin.

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*Andrea*

My first hour was spent exploring the clubhouse and becoming acquainted with the MC's members. My second hour was spent playing pool when Piney convinced me to join him in a game.

And, despite my defeat, I grin as I watch the old man draw back the pool stick and strike the cue ball, launching the eight ball into a corner pocket. "Nice job, old man," I commented while placing my stick on the table.

Piney laughed as he placed his stick next to mine and sat in one couch. "I've missed you, Andy."

His arm wraps around my shoulder as I sit next to him, my head resting on his shoulder. "I've missed you too."

"How long will you be here for?" He asked as Opie sat across from us on the other couch, holding a beer in his hand, and looked at us.

I grin at my cousin and say. "Until Opie kicks me out of his house."

"It's not happening," Opie says with a grin. "You think I'm going to get sick of seeing you after 15 years? Not a chance."

I lean forward, saying, with a mischievous smirk on my lips, "You might regret saying that. I've changed. You remember me as a sweet, innocent ten-year-old." I tell him with a mischievous grin.

Opie nods and sips his beer, before gazing at my hip, where my revolver is holstered. "I can see that," he says. "Since when did you get a gun?" He then makes a motion for my pistol.

"Since my dad," As soon as I respond, Ope understands exactly what I meant.

As soon as Piney picked up on our silent chat, his body stiffened. "What did Dickhead Jack do to you, Andy?" he bitterly asked.

My eyes flicked to my lap as I shrugged. "Just a bunch of stupid shit. It stopped after I put his ass in the hospital. I got my gun when I moved out, and he kept coming to my house."

"That’s why I love you," Piney embraces me as he rises from the couch, saying, "I’m gonna hit the hay. Goodnight guys."

"Goodnight." We said in unison as Piney made his way down the corridor to the dorms. In response to Piney's absence, Opie finished his beer and headed to the bathroom, leaving me alone with nothing else to do except study the partygoers.

From the corner of my eye, I witnessed Jax shove away yet another girl when she threw herself at him. I just burst out laughing and slapped my hand over my mouth.She must have been the sixth one. You think they’d get the hint. Still, I couldn't blame them for trying, because I even noticed his appeal. You'd be a fool not to find him sexy with those icy blue eyes, an inviting smile, and chin-length sandy blonde hair, plus that leather vest to boot.

Jax met my stare with a smirk, like he was fully aware I was checking him out. To maintain my composure, I looked away and twisted my beer cap on the table, hoping he wouldn’t come my way. But when someone cleared their throat seconds later, I knew it was Jax, so I looked up into his baby blues.

"May I sit?" He asks, gesturing to the empty spot next to me.

With a shrug, I scoot over to allow space for him. "Sure."

He sits next to me and rests his arm against the back of the couch behind me. "So, is that a 1997 Bourget Street Sweeper Sport you are riding?"

"Sure is," I answer, casting him a side glance. "She's my baby."

Jax smiles. "You're just as bad as Ope with his bike."

I meet his gaze while I kill the rest of my beer. "Well, what can I say? Great minds think alike."

"How old are you?" Jax questions.

"25. You?" I asked, picking at the label on my empty bottle.

"I'm 30. You look like you're about 20."

"I get that a lot," I laughed. "I just know how to take care of myself."

His gaze travels down my body before settling on the revolver on my hip. "You also seem to know how to protect yourself."

"Sure do. I can't trust people these days. Cops don't seem to care much anymore either, so if I have to, I will take matters into my own hands."

Jax leans up with a smile. "I heard that."

I glance at the clock on the nearby wall; it's getting late. "Damn, what is taking Opie so damn long in the bathroom?" I say it more to myself than to Jax, but he still laughs while he leans back into the couch, our shoulders brushing against one another.

"He's probably taking a shit." he mused.

"He takes the longest shits," I grumble, face-palming.

"That he does, darlin', that he does." Jax agrees.

"I hope he finishes up soon. Tomorrow is my first day, and I don't want to piss Gemma off. She seems intimidating." I say, glancing his way.

"Yeah, my mom can be like that sometimes, but she ain't that bad once you get to know her."

I sit up and turn my body completely, so I’m facing him with my eyes wide. "Wait, Gemma, is your mom?"

"Yeah, she's my mom," Jax answered with amusement in his voice.

"Wow. She looks good." I mumble to myself in awe.

Jax leans in close, his mouth brushing my ear. "You look good." He whispers, and his hot breath against my skin causes a shiver to run down my back and my face to warm up.

"T-thanks," I murmured, looking down at my lap, hoping he didn't notice.

"You're welcome, Darlin'," he says and moves away. I look up and see he is watching me.

"What?" I questioned. And he shakes his head and smirks. His eyes move to something behind me, and I turn my head to see what he is looking at. Opie is standing behind me with a glare directed right at Jax. "Hey, Ope," I say as I stand up from the couch, trying to distract him. "Are you ready to go?"

His expression softens as he turns to me. "Yeah, I'm ready. You gonna follow me on your bike?"

"Yeah," I say as I bid my goodbyes to everyone still at the clubhouse, before leaving for Opie's house.

Donna and the kids are already in bed by the time we arrive. So Opie gives me a quick tour of the house, showing me the kitchen, living room, and bathroom, before leading me to the guest room and retiring for the night. I discreetly shut the door, surveying the space: a good-sized bed, side tables on either side, and a dresser. After removing some clean clothes from my bag, I proceed to the guest bathroom to freshen up and change after the long trip. Once I'm in bed, and my head hits the pillow, I fall asleep.

Chapter 2, Chapter 3

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I currently have 3 chapters done. I write on google docs so you would need one in order to be a beta. Message me if you’re interested. Please and thank you.

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If Only…

It is the middle of the afternoon and I’m lying in my bed wearing only panties. My mind starts to wander and my thoughts turn to Jeff - that is pretty typical of me lately. I think of all the different ways he turns me on and of all the wicked and dirty things I want to do with him when we see each other again. Actually since Jeff and I met I have been in what I would call a constant state of arousal. Sexually our relationship has been very eye-opening for me. I definitely have learned a lot about what turns me on and also how to be more upfront about sharing it, which is really very nice.

I wish I could be with him now - suck on his cock at this very moment! I have never truly craved someone like this. I actually fantasise about giving him head - just getting on my knees in front of him and giving him the most perfect blowjob he has ever had. I want him to feel like a king. MY king. I want to be his.

Mmmmm thinking about going down on him gets me worked up as I lie here. I let my hands roam around a little under the covers. I slide my hand down to my crotch and move my panties to the side so I can feel myself. I’m wet already! That was fast. I take my middle finger and slide it into my pussy and finger myself a little. I have masturbated countless times over the years, but it wasn’t until I met Jeff that I started actually fucking myself. I would always lightly stroke my clit through my panties just enough to cum and release the sexual tension. But since I have met him I have learned to enjoy all aspects of pleasuring myself and even did myself with a dildo for the first time while he instructed me over the phone.

I continue working on my pussy until it’s really wet - I love to get it really dripping and sloppy so I can use my juices to lubricate my little clitty - now that feels so fucking good. I also like my nipples to be nice and wet while I play with them. I LOVE to have my tits played with and my nipples teased - if you do that while you lick my clit that’s a guaranteed cum.

I take my hands out of my panties so I can prop up the pillows and make myself comfortable and really get orgasmic. I wish Jeff were here right now - he knows what I need more than anyone every has - probably better than I even know sometimes.

But he’s not here, so I have to improvise. I bend my knees and spread my legs. My pussy is on fire. I take both hands and grab my right tit and bring it up so I can just about reach it with my mouth and tongue my nipple as best I can, then the same with the other side - get them both wet with my saliva and both of my nipples are hard as rocks and pointing straight up. I let my left hand linger at my tits while I put the right hand to work between my legs. I could probably cum right away if I let myself just from circling my fingers over my clit. But I want to prolong this and I feel so naughty and horny. What I REALLY want is to be fucked every which way until I can’t take it anymore and I cum and cum and cum. My favourite fantasy of him lately is actually this same scenario - that I am in my bed playing with myself getting really really worked up…

…Oh, you have no idea! The need for a cock in my wet cunt is overwhelming - I reach over to the bedside table and grab my toy, anxious to shove it deep into my pussy, when I have this weird feeling that I am being watched. I open my eyes and it is Jeff standing in the doorway - too fucking good to be true! But then I realise the scene he walked in on and I am extremely embarrassed. Before I have a chance to explain myself he walks over to me.

“Well well well you horny little girl, what are you up to?”

I’m totally speechless and he grabs the dildo from my hand, “What’s this Babygirl? Were you about to fuck yourself with this?” He reaches down between my legs and rubs his entire hand into my pussy “I can’t believe how wet you are you horny little slut! What do you think about when you’re alone that gets you so wet?”

“You,” I answer shyly.

“What about me?” he asks as he reaches down and squeezes my tits.

“I think about you inside of me, making love to me… fucking me.”

“Oh REALLY,” he says, handing me the dildo, “Now show me. Show me how you fuck yourself with your toy my dirty little slut. Fuck your cunt and show me how you get off when you’re alone.”

I open my legs and slide the toy into my still very wet hole. He encourages me while he undresses…

“That’s it baby. I want to see you get nice and horny for me. Fuck yourself with that toy. Rub your clit with your other hand. Oh you’re so wet, I can’t wait to have you to myself all night and do anything I want with you.”

Mmmm, that thought gets me really hot - the thought of being his plaything, the thought of being there to give him sexual pleasure- to suck him, fuck him, and be a total sex object to him in an interlude of complete and total lust. I WANT him to use me for his pleasure because I know I will be getting LOTS of pleasure in return.

By now I’m really moaning and twisting around on the bed, and I feel a pretty good cum building up. Just as it approaches, Jeff abruptly grabs the dildo from my hand. “Not yet,” he says. “I’m going to take over.” And with that, I know I’m in for it!!! I smile my wicked smile, I know he is going to give it to me good!

Just as he slips the dildo into my pussy I feel that craving for his cock return and I position myself on my side. With him standing over my bed I can suck him while he works the toy. I start to tongue his cock hungrily. “Oh yeah,” he says, “I like how you suck my cock without even being told.”

“Mmmmm,” I answer, “That is because I have been dying to taste your cock for weeks. Can I suck it as long as I want? Can I suck all the cum out of it?”

He keeps working the dildo with one hand and with the other he alternates between teasing my nipples (mmm) and my clit - with the occasional spank to my pussy… oh yes, that makes me feel so naughty but I have to admit I like that occasionally.

After a few more minutes of him teasing me and me slobbering all over his cock he positions me on my hands and knees in front of him while he stands on the floor behind me. He grabs my hips and has my ass hanging off the edge of the bed while my hands grip the sheets. I’m ready to get fucked. I know he’ll give me his cock any second. But instead I feel his hot breath at my pussy and his wet tongue flickering around at my clit. I almost cum right on the spot.

“Oh fuck, that feels good,” I tell him, “Aaaaahhhh, eat me baby. Lick me. Flick my clit with your tongue. Mmmmm oh fuck, I could cum like this!”

He laps at my slit and takes his index and middle fingers and drives them into my pussy. He twists them around, then pulls them in and out slowly, and then actually fucks me with them while he lightly slaps my ass with his other hand. I let out a little yelp and he is amused. “Oh, do you like that? Do you like to be smacked on the ass a little?”

Once again I find myself fessing up to him about another one of my deepest darkest turn ons. And he plays right into it. He continues, “Naughty little girls like you who play with toys when they’re alone in their beds deserve to be spanked! It’s your fault for being a horny little slut.”

He quickly shoves his erection into me without warning and continues to play with my ass, rubbing it and squeezing it between light spanks. Fuck, it is hot, his little spanks send vibrations throughout my pussy. I’m becoming light headed.

Next we concentrate on some serious fucking as he drills me from behind. I’m on the verge of coming again and when I’m about to cum I really let go of my inhibitions - I want to get off no matter what it takes. He has me so fucking crazy for his cock, which he keeps hammering me with from behind.

“Oh, yes baby, fuck me nice and deep. MMMmmm.” I push myself back into him so I can feel him all the way in me up to his balls and I grind myself onto him as he pushes back into me. God it feels so good. He reaches underneath me and starts to rub my clit really fast back and forth and I feel the cum start to build up.

“Oh yes baby, just like that, rub it, rub my clit while you fuck my pussy. I’m gonna cum soon”.

“Not yet!” he answers as he flips me over suddenly, “I’m not done with you yet."

Now he has me on my back with my ankles on top of his shoulders and he slips his cock into my slippery hole. He starts to fuck me with long, slow strokes that drive me crazy. Mmmm, I love it like that. I look up at him and we lock eyes. I love to see his face while he fucks me. I lower my legs and wrap them around his hips so he can lean down and kiss me and we share wild tongue kiss. I want to suck his tongue down my throat and keep his cock buried inside of me forever.

After a few minutes of this I feel like I really won’t be able to keep from cumming much longer. I know it is going to be big! "Baby let me get on top of you now,” I tell him, “I want to ride you and cum all over your cock.” He has no problem with that and we switch positions.

I slide myself right on to him and start fucking nice and steady while I grab hold of both of my tits. I tell him, “Oh my god, I love to fucking ride you baby. Your cock is so deep inside my cunt. Can you feel it? Can you feel how hot and wet you have my pussy? Mmmmm I love to squeeze your cock with my cunt. Do you like it?” I reach around and play with his balls a little. Then I lean forward some and brace myself with my hands and pick up the pace. I’m really fucking him now- we are both getting worked up and sweaty.

Then he puts his thumb on my clit and starts circling and circling in the wetness and looks up at me, “I want you to cum for me now… cum on top of me you little slut… I know you want to cum you horny little vixen.”

Just as I start to cum I tell him, “Oh YES baby, I’m cumming all over your cock… can you feel it? Feel me cum all over you… oh god you make me cum so hard… oh my god there’s so much cum in my pussy for you… oh yes” and my cunt is spasming all over his cock while my juices are flowing out all over his cock and balls. Oh god it feels so good to let it all out.

I keep riding him with even more intensity cause I REALLY want him to shoot a load inside of me. “Baby I want you to cum inside of me now. Can you give me a really big load baby? Mmmm I want to feel it… please give it to me now… give me all of your cum baby.”

He is shaking and sweating and just about to shoot and as soon as I feel his warm cream inside my pussy I hop off and put my face between his legs, trying to catch the rest in my mouth. Mmmm it feels so good to taste the cum of someone who has just fucked me so well. I swallow whatever cum he has left and suck and lick his cock for a few minutes, loving the combination of my cunt juices and his cum.

I have done things with him and shared things with him over the past few weeks that I have never experienced in my life… and I have enjoyed it fully. I want more and more and I know that this is just the beginning…

We both regain our composure and wrap our sweaty bodies together. I kiss the sweat off of his forehead and he gently caresses my pussy and we kiss and kiss for the longest time. I know we will never be able to get enough of each other! I close my eyes and drift off to sleep feeling so much love and joy in the fact that I have learned to let go of all my hang - ups and have GREAT SEX with someone I trust with my heart and my body… and also with the excitement of knowing there is more to come.

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babycakes19 · 3 years ago

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Deprived

Pairing:: Angel Reyes x Reader Warnings:: implied smut, swearing, kinda dirty talk?? Gif not mine, credit to the owner

Walking into the bedroom, I was ready to collapse. I was overworked, underpaid, malnourished, sleep-deprived, and deprived of sex. My whole body was yearning for something, if not multiple things. I had more work to do, it was too late to eat something, I had shit to do before I went to sleep, and I didn't have time for my fiancé to fuck me. My life was falling apart at the seams and there was nothing I could do about it.

All I wanted was to lay in bed with Angel and snuggle up with him and fall asleep and wake up to the smell of bacon and eggs and coffee and him gently waking me up by eating me out. That's all I wanted. But, that wasn't going to happen for three reasons: I had work to do, Angel wasn't home yet, and I woke up six hours before he did. But, a girl can dream, can't she?

I kicked off my heels and traded my skirt for some sweatpants. Walking into the bathroom, I wiped the crusty make-up off and took my contacts out. Once my glasses were on my face, I felt my fifth wind kicking in. I went back to the desk in our bedroom and started laying out the various case files and notes on legal pads. After I sat down, I took my bra off and flung it across the room, letting out a heavy sigh.

Looking up at the clock, it was well past midnight. Angel should've been home by then. Picking up my phone, I lifted my feet onto my desk, crossing my ankles. I dialed his number, tipping my head back. As it rang, I closed my eyes.

"Hola, querida," he said. "What's up?" Just the sound of his voice made me feel relaxed. The tension in my shoulders was released.

"Where are you?" I asked. "It's really late, baby."

"Yeah, I know. Club has...something going on," he sighed. "Should be home soon."

"Thank you for not telling me," I chuckled. Anyone else would've been mad about the secrets he kept, but I told him not to tell me any of the club's comings and goings.

"You think I wasn't listening when you gave me that whole lecture about liability."

"Deniability, baby," I corrected. "But I appreciate you trying."

"Why do you want me home, querida? Need me for something?" His voice was gruff and low. It killed me.

"No, I just need one of your good shoulder rubs while I work," I sighed, rubbing my neck.

"Well, Bishop should let me go in an hour or so if you can wait until then."

"I think I can," I hummed. "Be careful."

"I'm always careful, baby, you know that."

"Sure you are." I hung up and tossed my phone onto the desk. I opened my eyes and groaned, "Time to work."

I sat up straighter and started opening the first folder on top. I started reading it, highlighting various lines of importance. Scribbling out some notes, I pulled my feet onto my chair so my knees were to my chest.

I could feel myself growing further exhausted. Rubbing my face, I groaned quietly. I heard the front door open and my face dropped. I reached over next to the bed and grabbed Angel's baseball bat.

Walking slowly, I stepped into the hallway with the bat over my shoulder. I turned to look around the living room. "Hi, babe."

"Jesus Christ," I jumped, spinning around. Angel stood in the kitchen, drinking a beer.

"What's with the bat?" he asked, pointing at it.

"Thought...someone broke in," I said, dropping it to my side.

"You were going to fight them off with that?" he chuckled and nodded to it.

"Fuck you," I scoffed, turning back to the bedroom. He laughed behind me, following me in. "How'd you get away from Bishop?" I asked.

"Told him you were sick and needed me," he answered. I sat back down at the desk as he kicked his boots off.

"Wow, so willing to lie," I sighed.

"Only to get back to you, querida," he smiled, leaning down to kiss me. He unbuttoned his green flannel slowly and dropped his jeans before getting into bed. "When're you coming to bed?"

"Never," I groaned, looking back over the files.

"You're always working," he sighed.

"I know," I whispered, swiveling my chair to face him. "I know."

"Do you even like your job?" he asked with a chuckle. I paused for a second, thinking about his question. "Babe?"

"I have to like it," I nodded. "It's a job." He didn't say anything and turned the TV on across the room. "Really?"

"It's Law and Order," he scoffed. "You should like this."

"Just because I'm a lawyer doesn't mean I want to listen to it while I work," I chuckled. He patted the bed next to him. I rolled my eyes, shaking my head. "I hate you."

"Sure you do," he laughed. I grabbed a stack of files and brought them over. I handed them to him and he held them on his chest. I dropped my sweatpants, folding them neatly and putting them on my chair. As I tugged my tank top over my ass, Angel smirked, "You look so fucking good."

"Do I?" I asked, looking up at him. He nodded, dragging his eyes over me. I crawled into bed next to him and pulled the blankets over my legs.

"You look hot in everything you wear." I chuckled, shaking my head. "What, you don't believe me? Wanna know how I know?" I nodded, taking the files from him. "Gimme your hand."

"No," I sighed, going back to reading. He held out his hand and I begrudgingly gave it to him. He put my hand on his hard-on. "You're disgusting."

"What?" he laughed, releasing my hand. "A man wants what a man wants."

"And what do you want, Angel?" I swatted his hand away as he slipped his fingers under my tank top strap.

"You know what I want," he whispered, kissing my shoulder.

"Angel," I moaned quietly. "I have to work."

"No, you don't," he argued. "What you need...is a little loving." His hand slid under the blanket and down my leg.

"Angel." I pushed his hand off my leg. "Doesn't the club need a good lawyer with some connections?"

"Fuck the club." He reached out and grabbed my breast.

"Angel!" I laughed.

"It's been a while, baby. We're deprived," he sighed, massaging my breast slowly. His lips found my neck, kissing gently.

"You don't even know what that means," I said, trying not to cave under his touch. He laughed, exhaling a hard stream of air against my neck.

"You need to relax. I need to blow off some steam. It's a win-win." He closed the folders and tossed them onto the floor. "Come on, baby."

I took my glasses off, setting them on the end table. "Alright, let's go," I sighed without another moment's thought. He jumped on top of me, yanking me down lower on the bed. I laughed as he started kissing me.

As he kissed my neck, he spread my legs and positioned himself in between them. I wrapped my arms around his back, pulling him closer. I pulled his black wifebeater off over his head and dropped it onto the floor. He did the same thing to me, dropping my green tank top on top of his.

He buried his face between my breasts, kissing and nipping the skin. I ran my fingers into his hair, closing my eyes. I didn't realize how much I needed this. "Angel," I moaned. He mumbled against me. "Fuck me."

He looked up at me, smiling wide. Kissing me heavily, I lifted my legs and reached down to push his boxers down. His hand pushed mine away. He ripped my panties off, tearing them in half. Slipping two fingers into me easily, he deepened the kiss. It felt like his tongue reached the back of my throat. I rolled my hips against his hand, pushing him deeper.

I pushed his boxers down his thighs and grabbed his ass, digging my nails into his cheek. "Ow!" he shouted, pulling away from me. "What the fuck?" I smiled up at him, sliding my hand around his thigh and grabbing his cock.

"I'm sorry, baby," I moaned seductively as I jerked him off slowly. He dropped his head into my shoulder as his fingers sped up, making my hand speed up. His fingers curled and his ring bumped into my pearl. "Fucking hell," I mewled.

He pulled his fingers out of me and pushed my hand off him. Bucking his hips, he slammed into me. I cried out, wrapping my arms around him. He stilled for a second, letting me adjust. "Jesus, you're so fucking tight, baby," he whispered in my ear.

"I'm deprived," I whimpered, digging my nails into his back as he slowly pulled out. He started moving slowly, stretching me out.

"Well, we'll have to fix that," he chuckled, ghosting my ear. "Won't we, baby?"

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