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Alexandrea takes an extremely deep breath as she parks her diesel in front of the big white farmhouse, her shaky hand reaching for the handle. She exhales, stepping out of her truck with her bag on her shoulder. "Okay okay okay." She cracks her neck and clears her throat before she brings her hand up to knock against the light brown door. "Okay okay okay." She repeats when she hears rustling coming from inside.

"Howdy." Buck, Will's older brother, says as he answers the door. He runs his deep chocolate brown eyes over the girl in front of him with a smirk on his lips. "Long time no see, huh?"

"Buck, hey." Alex returns, adjusting her bag. "Is Will home?" He shouts for his younger brother, giving the guest another once over with beer can to his lips as he walks away. "Hi."

"Alex!" Will breaks into a smile, wrapping his arms around her tightly. "How long're you back? How's your brother?"

"A week or longer if you'll have me." Will picks up her fallen duffle. "Is your family all here?"

"Yes ma'am." He smiles, his hand on the small of her back as he guides her inside. "Look who's here!"

"Alex!" Mason squeaks, running to give her a hug. She lifts him up and pops him on her hip.

"Mason! Hey y'all!" She nods to Will's parents and brothers.

"Alexandrea!" His mother, Birdie, grins. She's always had a soft spot for the girl. "My goodness! How're you?"

"I'm good! How're all y'all doing?" She sits herself on the couch next to Will, his arm on the couch behind her as Mason sits next to Alex.

The family sit and talk and laugh for a couple of hours before the door opens. "My goodness, is that Ms Alexandrea Miller?"

"West!" She stands and gives the elderly man a huge hug. "How're you doing?"

Marshall "West" Davis is the most well known farmer in the area. He has the biggest acreage in Huntsville- third in the entire state of Alabama. He's personally responsible for three quarters of the corn that's sold in town. He got the nickname West because people say he's handsome like Clint Eastwood in those old western films, it's stuck since he was younger. Now the man is well into his 70s and is still handsome like Eastwood. His wife, Shirley, has passed on before Will was born but it feels as if she met him with how many stories are shared. Will's father, Clarence, is West's son.

West and Alex have a special bond too; she's the granddaughter he's always wanted.

"What're you doin' back in town, darlin?" West asks when he sits in a leather armchair.

"Just wanted to see all y'all again." Alex answers as Will squeezes her shoulder.

"How's life in California treating you?" Birdie asks, pulling Mason into her lap.

Will laughs under his breath. "It's nice being back with my family. I didn't realized how much I missed everyone until I got back home." She smiles, looking down at the rings on her fingers, it reminds her of Jax and man she misses him. "Missed my old friends and everyone."

It feels nice to be included in a family again but nothing beats Sig, Marge, Jax, Donna, Ope and now Nick again.

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It's past midnight and Alex is sitting on the counter with an oversized flannel and a pair of scrunched up socks on, a mug of decaf coffee in her hand. "Thanks for lettin' me stay here."

"Of course, baby." Will smiles, tossing the cap to a beer bottle in the sink.

"Hey, I want to apologize for just splittin on you like I did. It wasn't very kind of me."

"You couldn't wait, I get it. After hearin bout your brother I totally understand it." Will smiles, standing next to her. "I'm just glad you came back to see everyone."

Alex smiles, swinging her feet. "If you need help 'round the farm, I'll help." The last time she helped on the farm, the two ended up at the lake on the opposite side of the acreage, swimming in their undies late at night.

"Y'know it's pretty warm out right now..." Will trails off, looking down her long tan legs. "Grandpa's definitely asleep. Wanna go swimmin?" She giggles to herself as she hops off the counter and rushes to her temporary bedroom for her shoes.

"Let's go!"

Will laughs as he races Alex to the lake. She pushes him back, beating him to the lakeshore. She howls with laughter when she's all of a sudden knocked into the water by Will. She missed this goofy guy. The two swim for a couple hours before they get exhausted.

Will gives Alex a piggyback ride back to his house, walking her up to the bathroom. He sets her in the shower then turns to leave. "That was fun." She says quietly as she turns the water on. "Thank you." He smiles but it fades into a blush when he sees her toss her bra and panties in the sink.

He clears his throat, shutting the bathroom door behind him then he heads out to the back balcony, stripping off his own boxers. He makes his way back to his bedroom boldly naked before he suddenly bumps into something. "Shit." He gasps, feeling a smaller, damp naked body stick against his.

Alex squeaks, her towel slipping off from around her. He looses his balance and hits the floor with his arm tight around her waist. They make eye contact before freezing. "I-I-" Her cheeks are bright red. She tugs the towel around her body as she shyly stands. They've seen each other naked before but this time is nothing but extreme awkwardness and sexual tension. She made a promise to herself that she wouldn't get those kind of feelings for Will on this trip, for Jax but promises are made to be broken.

Right?

Alex stretches her hand out and helps the farmer up only for him to push her back against the wall, they're both breathing heavily as they stare into each other's eyes. All of a sudden, Will's lips are against Alex's as he sneakily pulls her towel off. He hikes her leg over his hip as their kisses turn open mouthed and hot. They start in the hallway then move to his bedroom, fucking until the early morning.

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It's turned noon, Alex and Will are cuddling up real close, still nude. She groans and stirs as her phone starts ringing in her bedroom. "Son of a bitch." She whines, rolling on her other side, her head nestling in Will's shoulder. He subconsciously pulls her close, rubbing her back lazily. Her phone rings again. "Fuck off."

"You better get that, Alexandrea." He grumbles, stretching his legs out as he turns on his back. "It's prolly important." He trails off as he drifts asleep.

Alex groans as she stands and stumbles to her bedroom. She tucks her phone between her ear and shoulder as she answers it, pulling a huge sweater and a pair of panties on. "Hello?"

"Hey, just checking in on you." Jax mumbles around a cigarette. "Missing you and all."

"Oh please. You just miss my pussy."

"That's the hardest part, babe." She laughs sarcastically. "So how's it going?"

"Good so far." She shrugs. "How's things there?"

"We all miss you and it's super lonely here." Jax says as he lays on her bed, his face against her pillow as he inhales deeply. "When're you gonna be home?"

"Soon." She yawns. "How're things at the clubhouse?"

"ATF is crawling up our asses but nothing we can't handle."

"Grandpap needs us at the farm! Let's go!" Will shouts from the kitchen. "C'mon baby!"

"Shit. Jax, I gotta go. I'll call you tonight, okay?"

"I-I love you."

She giggles childishly to herself. "And I love you too." Alex hangs up and gets dressed in a thin tank top, her coveralls, and a pair of boots. She rushes down to the porch and follows Will to his truck before they head off to West's farm.

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"God, I am so horny." Tig moans as he looks around the bar at the girls. "Maybe I can hit two of 'em." Opie gives him a look with furrowed eyebrows. "I haven't been laid in two fucking days, man!" The black haired man stands and saunters his way to a redhead. "Is this natural?" He asks, his fingers twisting in the fiery locks as he glances between her eyes and her crotch. He takes a hold of her hand and leads her to a vacant dorm room. "Natural redhead, fuck yeah."

"Have you heard anything from Alex?" Opie asks Jax as he picks up a pool cue and sets his beer down on the rim of wood outside the red felt.

"Yeah." He says as he lines up to hit the white ball. "Man, I miss her." He exhales slowly as the stripes roll into the pockets.

"I bet she's missing you too." Opie snickers, looking down at the beer in his hand. "Hopefully missing all of you." Jax rolls his eyes. "Just saying."

"Asshole." He pushes him playfully. "I know I'm missing all of her."

"Then get a fucking crow eater back there with you. It's not like you guys are serious." Jax is quiet. "Oh my god, you guys are serious?"

"Not officially but it depends on when she gets back, how she's feeling." Jax blushes. "She already has that crow tattoo on the back of her neck for like a tribute for us two and my old man so..." He clears his throat. "It's time."

"My boys growing up." Opie gives him a fake cry as he hugs him obnoxiously.

"Fuck off."

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Alex is focused on the engine of the farm truck that she's bent over in. She grunts as her hand gets stuck between the battery and a belt. "Son of a bitch." She grumbles, popping a flashlight between her pretty lips. Buck comes from behind the back end of the truck with a bottle of water. She glances over and gives the eldest Davis brother a busy smile. "Thanks." She mumbles around the flashlight.

Buck can't help the smirk on his lips at the idea of something else in place of that red flashlight. "Thought you might be thirsty." Alex can't stop herself from checking this man out. He's in a pair of worn blue jeans, a pair of boots, and a tight burgundy Carhartt tee with a camo ball cap covering his curly brown hair.

"Thank you." She tucks the flashlight in the front pocket of her bibs.

"You got a little somethin." Buck grabs a cleanish rag and uses it to wipe away a smudge of black grease on her cheek. "So what's wrong with Ol' Gussie?" He asks as he hits his hand against the side of the truck, hawking out dip spit.

"Dirty fuel filters and problems with your fuel injectors." She says matter-of-factly. "Got fresh filters but I can't get the damn- what're you doin?" She asks when he gets a little too close to her.

"Just seein' what you're doin'." He shrugs, his left hand on her shoulder while his right is a few inches from hers. "Fuel injectors, huh?"

"Yeah. I just gotta pop 'em out and-" Buck presses his lips to hers. She pushes him away almost immediately. "-clean 'em. What the hell?"

"Need any help?"

"The damn things are right here." Alex says as she bends over to take the pieces out. She almost audibly rolls her eyes when she feels hands on her hips. "Fuck off, Buck." She sighs as she turns to face him, holding the fuel injectors in her grease covered hands. He glances down to her chest, slipping the flashlight out of her front pocket and smirks when he takes note of her hard nipples poking through the thin, tight tank top she's wearing. She suddenly becomes extremely self conscious and reaches over for her flannel but she's stopped with a hand on her upper arm. "Buck." The look in his eyes makes her whole body heat up and buzz. "Where's, uh, where's Will?"

"At the house with momma and Mason." He whispers back, sliding his hands to her hips. "On the other side of the property."

"Buck- I- we shouldn't. I- I have a boyfriend, I think, back home."

"You think you have a boyfriend back in California?"

"It's- it's complicated."

"But not official." She rolls her eyes. Buck leans down and presses his lips against her sweaty neck, slowly moving down. Her eyes shut as she melts into the touch, her heart thumping hard in her heaving chest. "I can see what Will's crazy 'bout."

"Huh?"

"You're beautiful and sexy and so fuckin enticin'." He says between kisses, his tough hands now holding her by her ribcage, his thumbs brushing across her breasts. "So fine." He gets one of the hooks undone on her coveralls, his fingers tweaking her hard nipples through her tank top. She's burning up, the fuel injectors falling out of her hands to the straw covered ground as she holds onto his biceps while he kisses her hotly. Her hands slide up to the sides of his neck, leaving dark grease marks on his tanned freckled skin. Buck pushes her to the pile of hay bales, directing her to a very secluded spot when he pulls her down with him, tangling up in the loose straw.

In a matter of minutes, they have each other moaning and whining quietly. Buck has his fingers tangled in her blonde hair while her leg is hitched over his hip. Alex hates herself for doing this, not just to Jax but also Will. Buck is good- so fucking good- but not Jax.

Nothing beats Jackson Teller.