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Alexandrea sighs as she leans against the bar top, staring at a spot on the back wall. "You okay, kid?" Sig asks from the end of the bar, sitting on a stool with his glasses low on his nose. "That was a heavy sigh."

"I'm fine." She nods, standing straight. "Just a lot goin' on since I've been back." She mindlessly wipes the counter. "I kinda miss 'Bama."

The door jingles open, they both look up. Alex blushes as she watches Opie approach the bar. "Hey handsome." She smiles.

"Hey." He sits in front of her. "Can I get a drink please?"

"What's your poison?" She asks as she flips her wavy hair over her shoulder.

"I'll try an Old Fashioned." She nods and makes his order, peeling apart a slice of orange. "Thanks."

"So what's been going on?" She asks as she leans on her elbows, sucking on the orange slice.

Opie swallows hard as his eyes are trained on her plump lips. "W-what?"

She laughs. "What's new?"

"Nothing since the other day. Oh, your truck is done."

"Awesome. Thanks!" She licks her lips as she wipes her fingers off with the towel in her apron.

The two small talk for a couple of hours before they're stopped by his ringing flip phone. "Shit. I gotta get going." He hands her cash for his drinks. "See you later."

"Be careful." He nods to her as he heads outside, speeding off. "Shit."

"Back with him again, huh?" Sig asks from behind her making her jump.

"Not really." She pulls her hair to cover the love bites and hickeys Jax had left on her skin from the other night.

"Those say otherwise." He clicks his tongue as he looks her neck over.

"They're not from Ope." She admits, running a hand over her hair.

"That blonde? What's his name? Uh Jax?"

"Yeah."

"Well just be, y'know, careful." He says as he sits back down at the end of the bar. "Don't be stupid. You're not a teenager anymore, kid."

"Twenty five has never looked better." She winks at him, heading to the door to lock it. "We weren't too busy so clean up won't take me too long." Alex calls from the small supply closet returning with a broom and dustpan. She sweeps then mops the floor, wipes down all the tables and chairs, washes the dishes and counts down the register within an hour and a half. She hands her boss an envelope with the cash from the till before she slides her jacket on and leaves for the night.

When Alexandrea steps foot in her apartment, she drops her keys and purse on the kitchen counter, stripping her clothes off on her way to the bathroom to shower. She scrubs her skin red on her neck trying to somehow make the marks heal quicker. She gets out and dresses in a random tee then steps into her slippers to return to the kitchen. There's a knock on her door. "Who is it?" She asks as she grips the half filled wine glass, her other arm holding the boxed wine.

"It's me." Jax says, knocking again. "The door's locked."

"I know it's locked, darlin." She rolls her eyes as she unlocks the door, opening it for him to come in. "What's up?"

"Listen, I know we were a strictly hooking up relationship but I really just-" he looks really worked up as he pushes past her to her living room area. "It's just-" his teary eyes meet hers. She sets the box and glass down on the counter, wrapping her freed arms around the tough biker. She just holds him for a while in silence until Jax pulls away and goes to the fridge. "Beer?"

"I'm out but I have tequila and Fireball in the cabinet up top." She points as she picks up her glass. "And my cheap box wine." Jax reaches up and grabs the bottle of tequila and a few shot glasses. "Oh no, I'm good." He gives her a look that she can't refuse so she takes the shot with him. "You alright?" He shrugs, sitting down on her couch with the shot glasses and bottle of liquor. Alex joins him with her wine. Jax looks up at her after throwing back his third or fourth shot, they hit him and his empty stomach pretty quickly. His eyes go from hers to her mouth before he leans in and kisses her. She pulls away slightly, biting her bottom lip before suddenly kissing him again, hard. He pushes her back against the couch, his chilly hands sliding under her baggy shirt, roaming over her hot skin. That shirt soon hits the floor along with his and his cut, jeans and shoes following. Soon their moans and pants fill the air.

Jax has Alex bent over the kitchen counter as he fucks her from behind, his hand twisted in her silver hair. There's a sudden knock on her door. "Shit." She stands on her shaky legs, pushing her hair out of her face. "Who's that?"

"I dunno, it's your place." Jax says as he gathers his clothes. "Here." He launches a shirt at her, not knowing who's it is before he dips to the bathroom.

She tugs it on and rushes to the door, slowly opening it. "Hey Ope." She gives him a tight lipped smile. "What's up?"

"Am I interrupting something?" He asks as he runs his eyes over her bare legs and flushed face.

"Huh? Oh no. I was just in the, uh, shower." She leans against the door frame. "What's up?"

"I wanted to see if you wanted to get something to eat."

"It's a little late, isn't it?"

"It's eleven." He checks his phone. "You don't have to. I just wanted to offer."

"Give me a second to clean myself up, Ope. I'll be down in a sec." She gives him a kiss on the cheek before shutting the door. "Jackson." She whispers, heading to her bedroom. "Ope's taking me out." He gives her a look that has her heart aching and knees buckling. "If you want to stay here, you can." There's something bothering him, she can tell but won't pry because if he wants her to know she'd know by now. "Can you-" she's cut off by his hands on her breasts and lips against that spot under her ear. "He's waiting on me."

"Let him wait." He breathes against her neck, tracing the small tattoo with his tongue.

"N-no I can't. If you're here when I get back we can, uh, talk about it." He slides his hands down her front to her crotch, slipping his fingers behind the waistband of her panties. "Jackson..." She lets him touch her for a little before she pushes him backwards onto her mattress. Alex pulls on a pair of ripped jeans and a tight tank top. "Don't gimme that look."

"You look good, Miller." He bites his lip, leaning up on his elbows. "You better hurry back." She rolls her eyes as she loops her belt through her jeans.

"Don't break anything." She says as she picks up her purse. She lets herself out of her apartment and meets Opie down by his bike. "Where do you have in mind?"

"Hop on." He smirks slightly as he hands her his helmet. Opie starts up his bike and rides a few miles outside of town to the old lake they used to skinny dip in high school.

The two have some really good memories out here.

Opie stands and grabs a blanket from one of the saddle bags before heading to the lakeshore, spreading it out on the grass. "How romantic." Alex says as she sits next to him. "Moonlight, crickets, lightnin' bugs. Reminds me of home- I mean Bama." She leans against his sturdy chest.

"That was kinda the idea." She can hear a soft laugh vibrate in his chest. "Heard you say you missed it." Opie lays her back and kisses her softly, his hand cupping the side of her face. She smiles against his lips, the kisses turning open mouthed.

Soon she's on top of him, rolling her hips down against his as he grips her thighs. His bandana has been abandoned since she knocked it off his head, his long hair in his face. She reaches out and brushes it back, kissing him hotly. Alex lets out a whimpering moan, her nails digging into his chest and shoulders as she comes, breathing hard. Opie laughs quietly, rolling her off to the side. She sits up and pulls her clothes back on.

"I gotta get home." Alex whispers when she feels the bikers eyes on her. She leans down and kisses him softly. He grabs his bandana and wraps it over his sweaty hair. Ope gets to his feet and dresses, sliding onto his bike. She gets behind him and wraps her inked arms around his middle, pressing her lips to the back of his neck. He smiles to himself as he rides back to her place.

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"You're still here?" Alex asks softly when she sees Jax passed out on her bed. He hums as he opens his eyes. "Everything alright?"

"You were gone for a while." He yawns, looking at the digital alarm clock on the nightstand, squinting at the small green numbers.

"It was a date." She smiles, shoving her jeans down her tan legs.

"Looked like more than a date." Jax comments when he sees the marks on her thighs and hips. "Is it cool if I crash here for the night?"

She glances at him before shrugging into a nod. "Sure." She pulls her shirt and bra off, tossing them into a pile by the bathroom door before covering her marked up skin with an oversized pullover. "It's gets cold in here at night." She says as she pulls an extra comforter out of the closet. "I'll take the couch."

"No, I'll take the couch." He sits up, the long chain around his neck slides to his chest. "Get some sleep, Drea." He cracks his back before he heads to the couch, the springs groaning and squeaking under his weight.

Alex sighs heavily as she lays tucked under the sheets that smell like Jax, her bed is just a mattress on the floor. Tears spring to her eyes when she thinks about the two guys that are back in her life, the same dance they did all those years ago before she left. She gets to her feet and goes out to the kitchen to get a snack and freezes when she hears quiet sniffling. "Jax? You okay?" She whispers, sitting on the coffee table. Jax clears his throat as he sits up and nods. "You sure?" He looks up at her with puffy eyes and she almost immediately wraps her arms around his frame. He lets out a choked cry against her shoulder, his hands gripping the back of her shirt.

Something really bad must've happened to him.

She's never seen him cry like this before. Not even at his fathers funeral did he cry like this. They get readjusted on the couch with his head against her chest and her fingers playing with his growing hair. She lays awake as he dozes off, snoring softly as he sleeps against her.

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Jax groans quietly as he lifts his head and rubs his eyes. He looks up and smiles to himself when he sees Alexandrea passed out with her chin tucked to her chest. He leans up and kisses the limp hand on his shoulder. She stirs and hums as she stretches, her legs moving under him. "Hey." She mumbles, her eyes barely open.

"Hey." He gives her a small smile as he sits up. "Wanna grab some breakfast?"

"Really?" She's taken aback by the offer. "Everything alright?"

"Let me take you out." He stands and heads to the bathroom. She sighs as she sits up, her back and neck aching from the uncomfortable position she was in for the last five hours. She yawns as she makes her way to her bedroom, flopping onto her mattress, drifting back to sleep quickly. "Drea? You ready?" He calls from the door. When she doesn't answer, he heads back to check on her. Jax can't help his smile when he sees her curled up on the bed. He slides in next to her, pulling her to lay against his front, draping the sheets over them, spooning her with the soft smile still on his lips.

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A couple hours later, Alex stretches awake, a sounding coming from her throat when she can't move. She follows the tattooed arm that's around her waist up to the blonde still asleep next to her. She grunts quietly as she wriggles her way out, heading to the bathroom to take a long hot shower.

"Drea?" Jax calls in a sexy morning voice, stretching his muscular arm out. He lifts his head and scrunches his face up when he touches empty sheets. He swings his legs over the side of the bed, rubbing his face as he stumbles his way to the bathroom. Jax can't help the smirk that finds its way to his lips when he thinks about joining the woman in the shower.

"What're you-" he kisses her lips, cutting her off. "Jax, I-" he does it again, his large hands roaming her wet body. He's turned on and so is she. He grabs her hips and turns her to lean against him, his fingers slipping between her thighs. "Jax..." She reaches back and slides her hand against the side of his face and neck and he keeps an arm anchored around her waist while the others hand moves in and out of her slowly. She whines rolling her hips to speed him up before she says fuck it and reaches around to stroke his cock, knowing it'll work him up.

It does and he fucks her in the shower.

Today's gonna be a good day.