“What do you know about the MC?”
Leila looked at him, sitting on the opposite side of the room from her, he was nervous. She’d never seen him as nervous as he was now. His fingertips spinning his Sons rings around rapidly while his eyes were intensely glued to hers.
“Uhm. I know you’ve been arrested a few times. Mostly assault. I know the ATF is after you for gun running..”
Jax cocked an eyebrow, looking at her as he waited for more but got nothing other than a shrug. She said the words but didn’t seem to have too much of a reaction to it. Taking a deep breath, Jax stood up and walked around the counter to close the distance between them. He took her small hand in his, kissing her knuckles before helping her off of the stool and leading her to the living room to sit her down.
“Lei, can I trust you? Trust that no matter what I tell you about me or the club it’ll stay between us?”
She looked back and forth between his eyes as an uneasy feeling came over her but she nodded nonetheless. Her anxiety sitting at the pit of her stomach as he opened his mouth to speak again. Was she ready for this can of worms to be opened?
“Even if you’re disgusted by me after and want nothing more to do with me – I can trust that this’ll never leave the room?”
Disgusted by him? Her nerves were setting in as she pulled her hand out of his, adjusting herself to face him directly on the couch and nodded once again. “Yes.” she whispered almost silently unable to work her own voice.
With a deep breath, he looked into her eyes and began. He told her about how JT started the club, what it was meant to be and what it turned into. What it meant when they went on runs. The Niners. The Mayans. The war going on. He didn’t spare any detail, pausing in between to gauge her reaction. He told her about his assault arrests and what it meant to be VP – how he was destined to be President of the club when Clay stepped down. He told her about Gemma and what it meant to be an old lady. By the time he finished, she was staring at the ground, trying to process it all.
Her silence was deafening. In his building anxiety, he tried to come up with elaborate justifications as to why everything should work out okay, but the voice in the back of his head replayed his conversation with Gemma earlier that morning. His eyes narrowed, trying to read her face but got nothing. Not a word, not an expression of any sort. The only movement was her eyes blinking while staring blankly at the ground. The longer the silence the more he doubted doing this. He could feel himself losing her because of who he was. What he was.
Leila’s eyes started at the dark hardwood floor, expecting the answers to jump right in front of her. This was so much deeper than she’d imagined. Her brain ran on overdrive but her concentration was shot. The gun running. The deaths. The war? She could be in danger as they spoke. Everything in her body told her to run. Her whole family worked in law enforcement with the purpose of putting men like them away. These were men she was taught to fear. Yet, she wasn’t scared of him. Her eyes finally lifted to meet his and looking deep within them she saw a man just as fragile as her, he was just hidden within layers of roughness. Did it change anything? No. Looking at the man before her she couldn’t think of him any differently. This was Jax. The man would would lay in bed and hold her in his arms as they drifted off to sleep. The man that made her feel like no other. With a trembling breath, she looked up at him.
“Have you killed anyone?”
“Yes.”
“How many?”
“I don’t know.”
“Do you feel anything when you do?”
“Yes.”
“And the runs – are they dangerous?”
“Sometimes.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yes.”
“Lei, you can’t breathe a word of this to anyone else.”
“I won’t.”
“And the kid – I filed months ago, I’m not even sure that baby is mine. We’ll get a DNA test done when he’s born but I promise you there will never be anything going on between Wendy and I. “
“No more lies, Jax. Not between us. I don’t want you to have to hide anything from me. This is who you are and this is who I’ve fallen in love with, regardless of all the baggage. “
Both of them froze as the words left her lips. Love? She said she was in love with him. It was hard to believe that even after hearing all of this – Leila Heaton loved him. For him. He never thought he’d have that. Even Tara had left him. But here she was. He couldn’t deny he felt the same.
“You’re – you’re in love with me?”
“I am. I’ve been trying to figure out what I’ve been feeling and I’m in love with you Jax. I couldn’t sleep knowing you weren’t next to me. I look forward to the end of each day just so I can spend time with you. I’ve never felt as strongly about anyone or anything as I do with you. And if that baby is a part of you then I’ll love him just as much.”
His lips met hers before he even knew what was happening. He needed to feel her. Hearing her say that meant the world to him. With his eyes closing in relief, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her onto his lap as he hugged her tightly. Her arms slid around his torso as she dug her face into his neck. He could only imagine how overwhelming all of this was for her but when she looked up at him all he saw was acceptance. It was something he didn’t expect, much less deserve, but she was giving it to him. He nodded eagerly, agreeing fully to those terms.
“I love you too babe.”
“But you need to make sure the club doesn’t say a word.”
“I will. They won’t say anything.”
“How do you know?”
“Because you’re my old lady – they wouldn’t fuck with that.”
Her lips formed into a small smile but she was unsure as to why. Being his girlfriend was one thing, but being his old lady meant she was associated with the club. In a way that was deeper, it meant she was apart of his life.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?”
“No, but I am sure that I want to be with you and whatever comes with that.”
Her arms lifted up slowly as Jax’s calloused hands ran up her body, the ends of her shirt lifting with his movements until he’d pulled it up over her head, letting it fall to the floor. His eyes raking over every curve. One hand slid up through her hair, gripping it softly as his lips crashed onto hers. The small moan escaping from her let him know his contact was welcome. The heat between them was electrifying, every touch was intoxicating. Her lips were warm, sweet tasting and moist from the lip balm she was always applying. His tongue rolled over hers, relishing in the sweet sensation while his free hand slide down, pushing down her pants and thong before lifting her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he laid her back on the bed.
Leila’s palms ran down his body, the tips of her fingertips tracing the outline of his well-defined abs until they reached his sweatpants, pushing them down along with his boxers. Her senses were heightened as his tongue made it’s way down her body, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, massaging the swollen peak. She felt his fingertips trailing their way up her thigh before they reached her throbbing clit, slick from his touching and teasing. He worked his fingers against the sensitive nub, applying pressure while moving them in small circles against it, eliciting a deep moan as her back arched up against him.
He leaned up on his free arm, kneeling above her as he watched her chest rise and fall as he slide his fingers inside of her, her hips writhing against him. Her body had started to glisten with sweat as her breathing had started to quicken . He knew just what she liked , the way she looked up at him – her illuminating eyes were hooded and glazed. Leila bit her bottom lip to keep from moaning too loudly. Regardless of nobody but the two being home, she was coy about how loud she got in bed. It was the sexiest thing to watch her struggle to control herself and Jax had to admit he prided himself on causing her to lose it all.
“Jax.” she moaned, her voice smooth and sultry as it rang through his ears. ” I need you.”
His eyes darkened with lust as he heard her speak, he wanted more. Pressing his body against hers he kissed her shoulder, biting the skin as he pushed his fingers into her harder feeling her walls tighten against his as she cried out in pleasure. Lifting his head slightly, his nose brushing into her hair as he whispered into her ear.
“Tell me what you need baby.”
“You, Jax!” she cried out between panting breaths . Her trembling legs pressing against his sides. “I need all of you.”
A smirk crossed his face as he inhaled the invigorating scent of her body wash mixed with sweat. Removing his fingers from her, he placed them in his mouth sucking her juices from them as she watched with reddened cheeks. He loved that he could make her blush. She was unaware of how beautiful she was. Unaware of how she could turned all heads in every room she entered. She wasn’t just flawless in her bone structure, no, her skin was like silk, her hair like the sun, her eyes like the endless ocean on a summer day, but above it all she radiated with a glow of beauty from within and there was something so inexplicably sensual about it. Who was he to ever deny her what she wanted, no – needed. Placing his hands down on the bed beside her head, he spread her legs further apart with his hips, positioning his achingly swollen member against her warm center before filling her completely in one swift motion.. He watched as she threw her head back in pleasure and he groaned feeling her tight walls squeeze against him as she adjusted to his size.
Leila wrapped her long legs around his waist, pulling him in closer as she watched his face revel in the comfort of her hot core. Placing a hand on his cheek, she pulled his face down to hers, kissing him softly, teasingly sliding her tongue along his lips. Small moans escaped her lips as he started to thrust his hips against her. She arched her back to take all of him in only to feel the hard muscles of his arms sliding beneath her, his nails raking her skin as he groaned. His strokes increased with intensity as he pulled all the way out before sinking himself deep inside of her again and again. His bare skin glowed as sweat dripped down, she bit her lip admiring the view of his rippling muscles, animal like, hard at work but only for a moment before his lips recalling her mouth in heated fervor.
His arms wrapped around her, holding her pearlescent body taut against his skin, their heartbeats syncing to the same rhythm as he turned them over with her on top. She arched her body into his, her ample breasts pressed against the strong muscular planes of his chest, as she started rocking against him, slowly at first – provocatively – but sensing the thick member inside of her throbbing with a need for release, she quickened her pace. His thrusts met hers, moving together in harmony, needingly pulsating as friction was driving him closer and closer.. His hands slid lower, grabbing the perfect mounds of her ass in his palms. He spread her cheeks as he delved deeper into her with each stroke. Their lips still locked, tongues dancing together in sweeping, swirling motions, only breaking for moans of pleasure before savagely reclaiming again.
“Jax!” She screamed out against his lips as ripples of ecstasy flooded through her. She threw her head back, feeling his stubble against the exposed skin on her neck as his swollen lips pressed and sucked against it, his large hand cupping her breast, massaging it softly as his fingers squeezed her tender aching peak between them. He wasn’t letting up, pounding into her harder extending the intense waves of pleasure. She felt his breathing quicken as his thrusts became more urgent. She cried out at the mix of pain and pleasure against the hypersensitive skin between her thighs. Her nails digging into his broad back, tracing down the muscles as she felt them move between her fingertips. He groaned in blissful agony as his body shuddered in release, stiffening inside of her while he lost control.
He laid back, her body over his while he wrapped his arms around her, pressing a kiss onto her lips. She closed her eyes as she listened to the beat of his heart start to steady again. Both lay spent, trying to gain control of their breathing. She lifted her head slightly, pressing soft trails of kisses along his jawline as his fingertips traced up and down the curve of her back.
“Well that’s one way to make all of this up to me.”
Leila laughed weakly against his skin, biting it softly as he smacked her ass with a smirk. She slid off of him, curling against his side while he adjusted his arm behind her neck, holding her body close, neither wanting to break contact from one another.
“I’m all about the service, darlin’.”
“Mm, I don’t want this night to end baby. Let’s get away. We could take a weekend trip? Most of our time would be spent like this – wrapped up in each other.”
“You can do that?”
He looked down at her, moving a stray hair out of her face. A weekend away with Leila sounded incredible. To be able to spend a full day with her without worrying about getting caught. Her suggestive tone let him know she wanted to spend more time inside than out and he had no problems with that either. She pressed closer against him, her leg sliding up his slowly, he laid his hand on her thigh, grabbing the skin playfully before sliding his fingertips up and down the back of it soothingly. He watched her nod with excitement in her tired eyes.
“I don’t have anything for this weekend. If you’re able to free up some time, I can have my assistant book us somewhere quiet – out of town, and we can leave tomorrow night and come back Monday?”
“I’ll see what’s going on with the club but it shouldn’t be a problem babe. A weekend buried deep inside of you sounds pretty irresistible to me.”
Her cheeks swept pink with blush as she playfully hit his stomach. Laughing, he leaned down to capture her lips, placing his free hand on her cheek to pull her face closer to his. A weekend away was exactly what they needed. They needed time to mend. Time to just be together and act natural. When it was just the two of them, everything was so right. It was their time apart that complicated everything. She’d gotten so much information about everything today but it didn’t seem to affect her. All that mattered was that he was with her.There would be no interruptions on this trip, just him and her, completely immersed in one another.