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What is there even left to say at this point... This is heartwrenching and beautiful. Raw and honest. Absolutely loved Jax and how you captured him being torn between Gemma´s fire and JT´s ice.

Because as long as he’s here, he has time. That’s something the voices can’t take from him.

Those lines made me sob. I liked how hopeless it seemed at the beginning, I was a bit afraid he might either jump literally or metaphorically/do some horrible self-destructive shit

Only recently has he begun to wonder if his pain would follow him beyond the grave.

But Nero and the love for his boys came through. Thank god cricket

Sons of Anarchy

Summary: A night on the rooftop with Jax Teller.

Warnings: 18+ only; physical descriptions of a panic attack; general themes of the show

Words: 857

Author's note: I have been STRUGGLING to get anything written for MONTHS! This is the longest I have gone without writing anything because it has been causing me so much panic - I even had a flash fic challenge yesterday that I ended up deleting BUT! I had some prompts I couldn't stop thinking about and then @jaxfairyteller left me some lovely comments and I finally PUSHED THROUGH! It's not much and my fingers are trembling just writing this, but I hope you enjoy <3

What should be a clear California night sky is a blur. Between the unshed tears in Jax’s eyes and the billows of smoke from his lungs, the pinpoints of starlight above him cloud together in a murky watercolor of light and dark, seemingly wavering with the thud of his heart.

You’re not like them. You’re better, you always have been and you always will be.

The words of his mother ring through his ears and Jax squeezes his eyes shut against the world, tears finally falling down his cheeks. Most of the time, he’s able to ignore the voice inside his head that sounds like Gemma Teller, but sometimes, in the quiet of the night, it drowns out everything else, taunting him, pushing him to become a man he has no interest in being.

Pressure in his chest builds, his heart thumping faster, his abused lungs craving air clean of nicotine. The trembles start in his knees, radiating through his body, all the way to the tips of his fingers and his toes, the reverberation of his mother’s voice echoing through him as his mind and heart wage a battle on which to obey. With shaky hands, he sends the butt of his cigarette over the edge of the building before carefully crawling off the rickety folding chair to lay flat on the rooftop. His body refuses to lay still, the faultline in his soul growing with each tremble, moving the pieces of himself further apart until he clutches at his chest, trying to hold himself together.

Time will take care of it.

The soothing voice of John Teller rolls through his mind, washing away everything else and the trembles stop. He gasps, sucking in lungfuls of cool night air as his body finally relaxes. At the time, his father’s saying was used to soothe scrapes and bruises accumulated by reckless youth, but even years later, after the scars had become permanent, proving the consolation false, Jax still uses it to remind himself that the pain he felt now had to come to an end eventually, one way or another. It was just a matter of time.

Only recently has he begun to wonder if his pain would follow him beyond the grave.

I’ll pick them every time. And I can’t have you hate me for it.

His own words ring through his head this time, the sharp pain associated with them burning in his chest. Watching his wife walk away with his sons was worse than any bullet or blade, but he’d take all three a hundred times over versus risking his sons growing up in Charming. One day, he hopes to be a man they are proud of, someone they can point to and say, “That’s my dad,” but it’s a long way off. It’s going to take years for the bloodstains to fade from his hands before he’s willing to use those same hands to hold his children again. Absentmindedly, his fingers rub at the burn in his chest, working in circles over the newest patch on his kutte. The one patch that he always wanted, the one that was his birthright, but has also turned into the one he resents the most.

All the voices in his head start to speak at once, the fire of his mother combining with the ice of his father until his mind fills with a mist so thick, he can’t make heads or tails of anything, the pressure inside building and building and building. Jax covers his ears and curls on his side, knowing it won’t help him escape but not knowing what else he can do, trying to make the voices stop, wondering if it will ever stop hurting, when a new voice breaks through the fog.

No, it doesn’t stop, you just gotta make room for it.

And just like that, the fog recedes. Like the sun peaking over the horizon, the words push back the haziness of his mind, letting the warmth take over, reminding him that he’s strong enough to own his past and become his future. His conversations with Nero bolster his thoughts, the man listening to him outline every horrid detail of his life, each one worse than the next, without judgment or reproach. Reassuring him that he can change, that underneath the leather and gunpowder, he’s a good man. That he can lead his club and be someone for his sons to be proud to call ‘dad’. That each day, he has to live with both sides of himself, to learn which one to give space to, which one to lock down, and which one to cast out until the voices are mere whispers on the winds of his past.

He crawls to knees, his body exhausted but growing lighter as his worries start receding back into the darkness, the rays of daybreak coming over the edge of the roof, the sky reflecting what’s happening inside him as a new dawn shines on his future. A future so bright he has to squint against it.

Because as long as he’s here, he has time.

That’s something the voices can’t take from him.

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jaxfairyteller · 3 months

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To live without you, only that would be torture. A day alone, only that would be death.

#happy valentine's day #the addams family

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“I don’t need much,” she whispered, wiping away one of his tears. “I just need you.”

This is everything to me! And an amazing ending for the amazing story!

“I’m just an outlaw, darlin’.”

“Not anymore, baby.”

I will never get over this. I absolutely loved how Jax was trying to overplay his insecurity with his swagger.

And Kat making the deal legit, that´s love bitch!

Instead of feeling nervous, she felt safe in Jax’s arms in a way that she never had with anyone else. (...) but Jax had shown her time and time again that he didn’t care about any of that stuff, he was just there for her.

They are giving each other exactly what they need and what has been missing. Oh, my heart.

I loved how TJ didn´t try to somehow make Kat question if deleting the video is the smart move. I see them staying friends even after Kat leaves "the family".

She swallowed as he approached her, the look on his face cementing her to the spot. He didn’t stop until he leaned forward, his hands cupping her waist as he pressed his lips to hers in greeting. “Hi,” was all he said, but she was breathless.

This is such a perfect romcom moment. Everybody melting away and the guy just going for his girl.

Jeff has balls, and amazing amount of self-delusion. Like dude, how are you any different here than Jax? He is supposedly a snake and you let her dad pay you for a relationship? Wake up, man.

She looked between them, the two men who’d held her heart and broken it, only wanting her for what she could get them, neither wanting her for her.

She pushed past him and out the door, taking his heart with her.

It´s amazing how they are always on equal footing. They are equally committed to each other. Him giving up the yard, her getting him the yard and deleting the video. I am so happy they are together forever, I would never be able to take it if they were not.

Thank you so much for Kat and Jax, I love them and their story.

The Wedding Date: Table 7

Sons of Anarchy x The Wedding Date (2005)

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Summary: Kat finds out that she's the last to know about why her relationship with Jeffrey didn't work out and discovers Jax is using her the same way.

Warnings: 18+ only; language; bribery; blackmail; general themes of the show

Words: 3.7k

Kat was sitting at the bar, waiting for the announcement to head to the rehearsal space with a soft smile on her face. Whatever happened while they were dancing, the way they clicked, the understanding that they came to, she could sense the shift between them. Instead of feeling nervous, she felt safe in Jax’s arms in a way that she never had with anyone else. Growing up the way she did, she could never trust the people around her, someone always wanting something from her, or just looking for a way to her father, but Jax had shown her time and time again that he didn’t care about any of that stuff, he was just there for her.

And the video TJ had on him.

Getting an idea, she searched the crowd for a familiar head of brown hair, spotting TJ not that far away. She climbed from her stool, pushing through the few bodies between them until she could put her hand on her arm. “TJ, can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Yea, sure, Kat, what’s up?”

“I want you to delete the video.”

TJ’s eyes went wide, her cigarette that she wasn’t supposed to be smoking indoors paused halfway to her mouth. “You’re sure?”

Kat’s heart thudded evenly in her chest, telling her that if she wanted a future with Jax, a real shot, they needed to start their relationship on foundation of trust and she wanted to prove to him that she did trust him, completely. “Yea. Do it.”

TJ watched her for a moment, eyes searching her face before her lips tugged to one side. “I fucking knew it. You’ve gone and fallen in love with the little outlaw, haven’t you?” Kat didn’t even try to deny it, instead just raising a shoulder. “Alright, alright. Let me pull it up here.”

She waited patiently as TJ scrolled through her phone, showing the recording before pressing delete, then going to the cloud and performing the same action, confirming when it asked if she wanted to permanently delete the file.

“There, all gone.”

“Thanks, TJ.”

TJ froze then, looking over Kat’s shoulder. “Actually, I should be thanking you.”

Before Kat could turn around to see what TJ was talking about, Ed came up to her with a white envelope. “Kat, I’ve got to go, but can you make sure that Jax gets this?”

She frowned at the thick envelope, but took it with a nod, Ed bounding off through the crowd. “That was weird.”

“Who cares about that when you got mister tie me up, tie me down headed right for you?” TJ moaned, grabbing Kat’s arm to spin her around.

Jax had just entered the room, wearing the emerald green suit that had been dropped off for him. She had been surprised when Georgy suggested green, thinking that he’d want to go blue to bring out his eyes, but she can see now that he had been right. Blue and black were to be expected, but there was something about the rich green color that brought out the warm tones in his skin, making him stand out against everyone else. Instead of hanging off of him, the suit hugged his body in all the ways it’s supposed to, showing off his toned legs and broad shoulders, the jacket buttoned to accentuate his narrow waist.

Everyone turned to look at him as he walked in, but he only had eyes for Kat.

She opened her mouth to say something back, but she couldn’t make her vocal cords work, the pounding in her chest throwing off their rhythm enough that she couldn’t form the words. Instead, she noticed the way people were staring at her and at him, how she didn’t want to share such an intimate moment with the people in this room, so instead of answering him, she did what she did best.

She panicked.

She turned on her heel and ran.

She knew Jax tried to follow her, if only because she heard TJ stop him, saying to give her a minute. Kat didn’t run far, just to the coat room off of the bar, pulling the door behind her as she leaned up against the first rack, trying to catch her breath and stop the tremble in her hands.

At least she didn’t drop her purse this time.

The door opened again and she braced herself either to be face to face with the reason she was in there in the first place, or for a member of the hotel staff to tell her that she had to leave, so she was shocked when the light flickered on and it was Jeffrey standing in front of her.

“Kat,” he said with a sigh of relief.

“Jeffrey,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “What are you doing here?”

“Kat, I – I need to talk to you.”

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “I think you’ve had plenty of time to do your talking before now, haven’t you?”

“I deserve that.” And more, she thought. “But, I just. I couldn’t let you – that guy, he’s not who you think he is,” he stumbled over his words, rubbing at his neck.

Kat frowned. “Jax?”

“Yes.”

So, apparently Jeffrey found out about the truth about his businesses, his real day job as President of the Sons of Anarchy Redwood Charter. He thought that he was about to tell Kat something that she didn’t already know, like after all this time, he’s the one looking out for her. The realization sends a spark through her, lighting a keg of hurt she’d kept buried for years, and boy, does she let him have it. “So now you’re worried about me? Now that I’ve finally moved on, found someone else, you want to what? Waltz back in here and be all cryptic, saying ‘he’s not who I think he is’?” she spouted off, using her fingers to add the air quotes. “As if you didn’t betray me out of nowhere and break my heart? I’m going to tell you this once, Jeffrey, I know exactly who Jackson Teller is and there’s nothing you can say–”

“He’s blackmailing us to sign over the rail yard to him.”

It was like he sucked all the air out of the room. “What?”

“You see, he overheard us talking earlier, about how when we didn’t go through with it, your dad arranged for Amy and Eddie to get married, and –”

Kat threw her hands up, trying to get Jeffrey to stop talking. “Arranged for them to get married? When we didn’t go through with it? What are you talking about?”

Jeffrey nodded quickly, tugging at the belt loops on his pants. “Yea, our dad wouldn’t sell to him, so ol’ Donald decided to go after the Sobrato’s the old fashioned way.”

Kat could barely force the words past her lips. “Arranged marriage.” No, it couldn’t be. She knew her dad was a shrewd businessman, but he was still her father, still loved her, wouldn’t do something like this to her. Right? Looking at Jeffrey’s right then, she wasn’t so sure. Then he solidified it when he opened his mouth again.

“Your dad gave me a million dollars each year we were together, that’s how I was able to get my business off the ground.”

“You told me you got investors,” Kat said quietly, replaying the entirety of their relationship in her head.

“Well, I did. Sort of,” Jeffrey amended.

A million dollars a year. Seven million dollars he milked from her dad while she thought he was with her simply because he loved her. She wondered if he got a bonus every time they slept together or what he would have gotten if they actually had gotten married. “Why didn’t you go through with it?” she asked, her voice hollow.

“Well, by then I had enough money to keep going without him and I didn’t feel right, you know, leading you on like that.”

This was what she meant when she’d told herself she knew people worse than murderers. Once someone was dead, their problems were over, most of the time it was quick even, sometimes people even deserved it, but to do something like this? To inflict this level of pain and betrayal took a monster, someone irredeemable in her eyes.

Jeffrey stepped in front of her, grabbing her arms and it was all she could do not to recoil. “I still love you, Kat.”

“You love me?” Kat said the words with disbelief. Just a couple days ago, she would have been elated to hear that, fallen to her knees in joy at hearing them, now they just made her sick.

“I’m better for you than that snake, Teller.”

“Tell me what he did,” she swallowed back the bile in her throat, wondering exactly what the only other man she had loved had done to betray her.

Jeffrey nodded, eager to spill the beans. “He found us earlier, talking about it, said that we had to sign over the rail yard to him or he was going to tell you everything.”

“So you just decided to beat him to the punch, is that it?” Suddenly, she remembered the envelope Ed had given her to give to Jax. It was like everything was moving in slow motion as she dropped her eyes to her hands, pulling the envelope out, sliding her finger under the edge, unfolding the papers.

Sure enough, it was a transfer of ownership, releasing the Sobrato rail yard into the care of one Jackson Teller. When the first tear rolled down her face, the door opened, Jax stepping through.

She held up the papers. “Is this true?” She didn’t need to hear him say it, the truth written on his face. “Did you use me to make a deal?” Jax took a step forward but she threw up her hands. “Don’t touch me.”

She looked between them, the two men who’d held her heart and broken it, only wanting her for what she could get them, neither wanting her for her. She took a step forward, smashing the papers against Jax’s chest, giving him what he betrayed her for. “Once a criminal, always a criminal, right?”

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Jax grabbed the papers she thrust against his chest, rolling his eyes to the ceiling. She pushed past him and out the door, taking his heart with her. He looked at Jeffrey, raising a finger to point at him. “You’re dead.”

He turned on his heel, ripping the door open to follow her, folding the papers and shoving them in his jacket pocket as he pushed through the crowd, chasing the head of red hair, catching her just as she pushed through the doors into the hallway. He tried grabbing her arm, but she pulled it from his grasp.

“How dare you?” she snarled, her voice low and empty. “You knew and you didn’t tell me?” Her voice cracked at the end, exposing how hurt she truly was by his betrayal.

It felt like the earth was moving beneath his feet, breaking open to let the demons drag him to the depths of hell for his sins. He opened his mouth, unsure what he was going to say, but she surprised him by continuing on. “You know, if you just came to me, said you wanted it, I could have just. I don’t know. Renegotiated the deal, helped you find something else.” She sniffed, her tears falling freely now as she batted at them with her hand. “But no. You just, fucking used me like everyone else in my life, Jackson.” He cringed at the venom she put on his name, calling him Jackson instead of Jax for the first time. “I thought I’d finally found someone who saw me for me and not just what my father could do for them. But that was just another lie, huh? I guess that’s all you know how to do.”

Each word was like a red hot poker sizzling his flesh, stabbing through the flimsy excuse he’d given himself as for why he did what he did. She was right, he should have gone to her, but the fact that she was dragging him so hard for something she was doing herself gave his anger something to latch on to and he flung it at her with all his might. “Oh, that’s rich, coming from you? Do I even need to remind you why I’m here in the first place? Little bit of the pot calling the kettle a blackmailer, don’t you think?”

He saw her jolt at his words and he knew he had her, that whatever pillar of righteousness she had put herself on was crumbling with the fact that she was no better than him. “Ohhh, miss goody two shoes didn’t think of that, huh? Because you can’t do anything wrong, right? You’ve never known what it was like to have to fight tooth and nail for everything you’ve ever had, you’ve always just had daddy to buy it for you.”

He shook his head, the fight he had left draining out of him in a rush. “Do whatever you want, Kat. Hate me, forget me, turn me into the cops. Whatever. But don’t, for one minute, ever think you’re better than me.”

With that, he spun on his heel, wanting nothing more than to be out of this hotel and away from this city.

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Kat sagged against the wall, watching him storm away from her, her heart falling to pieces at her feet. He was right. He didn’t do anything she didn’t do to him and to even be fair, she didn’t even really give him the chance to tell her. The last nine years of her life needed to be re-examined, everything she thought she knew needed to be placed under a microscope and checked for her father’s fingerprints. The only thing she knew for certain that he hadn’t touched was Jax.

And now he was walking away from her.

Just as she pushed herself off the wall to follow him, Amy emerged into the hallways, eyes frantic until she saw her. “Kat!”

She tried to walk past her but Amy grabbed her arm, pulling her to a stop. “Kat, don’t. What are you doing?”

Kat spun on her sister, looking down at her with such hatred shining through her eyes that Amy dropped her arm as if it had burned her. “Why are you doing this?” She didn’t explain what ‘this’ was, but Amy knew.

Her eyes fell to the ground, unable to meet Kat’s when she muttered, “I don’t want to disappoint daddy.”

Kat scoffed. “You mean you don’t want to lose daddy’s money.” Kat worked as a realtor, earning her own piece of the family business, putting money in the bank herself. Amy had never worked a day in her life, willing to live off the generous handouts her father provided, never feeling the need to accomplish anything for herself. Well, it looked like Donald Bren was finally making her take one for the team. Once the Bren family and the Sobrato family merged, Donald Bren would be wiping out his only competitor in the state of California, securing his spot at the top. The idea that he was using his daughter to do it made Kat sick.

She took a couple steps back. Amy reached for her, but Kat sidestepped her. “Where are you going? The rehearsal is about to start.”

“I’m out of here.” Kat was done. With this wedding, with her money hungry father, with her alcoholic mother, all of it. She never wanted to be within a hundred yards of any of them ever again.

“Daddy won’t like that,” Amy called after her, forgetting Kat never wore the same leash she did.

“I don’t give a fuck what he thinks,” she called over her shoulder. “I’m done with this family.”

The ride up in the elevator took too long, Kat tapping her foot the whole way, pressing the button repeatedly as if it would make it rise faster. When the door finally opened, she wasted no time pushing her way into the room, expecting to find Jax, but he wasn’t there. As she looked around, she noticed the only items left were hers, that in the short time she’d spent talking to her sister, he’d already packed and slipped away from her.

They’d both said hurtful things, but he was right. She wasn’t better than him. She was actually better with him, the way he supported her without overshadowing her, walked by her side instead of standing in front of her. And now that she had the elevator ride to think it over, she knew for a fact that he would have told her about her father. That he wouldn’t have been afraid of exposing Donald Bren for the rat bastard that he was, she just didn’t give him enough time.

And now they didn’t have any time left because she ruined it before it could truly begin.

Her knees gave out, but luckily she was by the bed, the plush mattress catching her fall. When she landed though, it wasn’t on the smooth blankets. Sheets of paper crinkled under her hip and she pulled them out, finding the agreement for the Oakland rail yard ripped down the middle.

Scribbled in the margin was a note addressed to her.

I may be a criminal, but that doesn’t make me the bad guy.

Her feet were moving before the papers even hit the bed, pulling her phone from her purse as she pushed her way back out of the room and down to the elevator. Once inside, she used one hand to hold the button for the lobby, ensuring the elevator didn’t get stopped in its descent, while accessing the Irving servers on her phone with the other, flipping through different folders and documents until she could find what she was looking for.

By the time the doors opened on the ground floor, the documents were uploaded and she was able to run through the lobby, pushing her way out onto the front sidewalk, eyes combing the people waiting for cabs, looking for a familiar white t-shirt and denim, but she didn’t see him.

Jax Teller had slipped from her fingers. The one person who’d picked her over her father, the one man who loved her for her, and she’d let him walk away. The tears welled in her eyes again and she wondered how he would react if she showed up at his door. Would she be welcome in Charming or would her visit end like the first time she saw him, with her staring down the barrel of his gun?

“Kat?”

She almost thought she imagined his voice, but when she turned, he was standing right there, just a few feet away from her. He was still dressed in the green suit, completely different from the version of him she was looking for.

Her version, her mind whispered. The cocky bad boy with the swagger of someone who earned it instead of bought it. A man who had the confidence because he had fought for it. Someone who should have been hardened by life but still had a softness in his eyes that he was looking at her with right then.

“Where – where are you going?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

She saw the pain flicker in his eyes, knowing the answer before he even said it. “I’m headed back to Charming.”

“Well, then I am going with you,” she answered without hesitation.

He sighed, dropping his duffle on the ground, using both hands to wipe over his face before he looked at her again with sad eyes. “I can’t let you do that.”

She squinted at him. “‘Can’t let me’ or ‘don’t want me’? ‘Cause there’s a big difference there, Jax.”

He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, curling it over his teeth. “Look, maybe if things were different, but –,” he paused, struggling with his words. “Shit’s happening there, it’s not safe for the club, I can’t— I can’t protect you from the people who are after us.” He swallowed past the lump in his throat, pulling his lips up into a smirk, trying to use it to hide the sadness in his eyes. “I’m just an outlaw, darlin’.”

She lifted her phone up, swiping open the screen, before turning it towards him. “Not anymore, baby.”

He frowned at her before focusing on the screen. Once he read the first few lines, he reached out and took it from her, scrolling a few times before looking up at her in disbelief. “Is this what I think it is?”

She nodded. “Yea, congratulations on your purchase, Mr. Teller, you are now the owner of a shitty Oakland rail yard. And you should know,” she said, biting her lip. “I already made TJ delete that video. So, no matter what you decide to do here, Jax, you’re free.”

She watched his face as the words sunk in. Everything he’d worked so hard for, all the dreams he’d given up on. All of it right there, in the palm of his hand, with no strings attached.

When he looked up at her again, there were tears in his eyes. He reached out, pulling her into his arms, pressing his mouth to hers, using his lips to say thank you in a way he knew that words wouldn’t accomplish. She melted against him, feeling more at home in his arms than she ever had any penthouse, knowing that no matter what happened from here, she’d always be okay with him by her side.

With one last press of lips, he pulled away, resting his forehead to hers. “I know you’re used to certain things and I know you’ve seen what I’ve got,” he swallowed down the insecurity about his house, his club, knowing that it doesn’t stand up to anything she was leaving behind. “I can’t offer you much.”

“I don’t need much,” she whispered, wiping away one of his tears. “I just need you.”

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING AND COMMENTING ALONG THE WAY! I've really enjoyed your feedback. This was my first time ever attempting a crossover type situation and while I LOVE the movie, I didn't want to make everything EXACTLY like it, because how boring would that be?! BUT I still wanted to stick with the RomCom thing that love was going to conquer all <3

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But I also kinda get it.

He is the president of the club, he has responsibilities. Kat, girly, he did not mean it the same way Jeff does. And you captured it in such a nuanced way, the man is being torn apart.

Liar, his subconscious whispered, but he shook his head. Even though the words were sour on his tongue, the taste of freedom overpowered it. If he owned the rail yard, he owned Pope. If he owned Pope, he could get the club out of his clutches and finally be legit.

He wanted to tell her. He did. But he was so close. So close to getting his brothers and himself free and clear, finally pulling together the plan he and his father had started all those years ago.

Look at that guy, unaware what genre he is in. By romcommunism rules he will not make it.

He just had to make sure that Kat didn’t find out until after TJ deleted that video, then he was truly free and clear. After that, he could tell her everything and let her decide what to do from there. He just needed time.

On a funnier note, I really like Teller Communications. Because Jax is actually communicating very well - all things considered. And he quickly caught on what kind of language and power plays those people use. He should consider communications as a field.

While his thoughts ripped through him like a storm, rooting him like an old oak to the middle of the room,

What a gorgeous line this is. I am in love.

The Wedding Date: Table 6

Sons of Anarchy x The Wedding Date (2005)

CHAPTERLIST

Summary: Jax discovers the real reason that Jeffrey broke it off with Kat.

Warnings: 18+ only; language; general themes of the show

Words: 3.6k

Jax tried to push down the slimy feeling on his skin at the fact she didn’t remember anything about last night. Had she even been aware of what she was doing at the time? Did he take advantage of her? Should he tell her the truth? While his thoughts ripped through him like a storm, rooting him like an old oak to the middle of the room, she tapped at her phone, completely carefree.

How was she not more concerned? He knew she was naked under those blankets because that’s how he left her. Was this something she did all the time? Get black out drunk and sleep with strangers?

Before he could come to terms with it, she placed her phone on the night stand and climbed from the bed, declaring she was going to take a shower before they had to leave again. He knew they had something to do that morning, which was why he’d gone down and gotten her breakfast, but being faced with her amnesia of the night he thought would change everything between them, he couldn’t spare a thought to remember what it was. He sat heavily on the edge of the bed, nervously twisting the rings around on his fingers, wondering if telling her a lie had been the right thing to do. He’d been so caught off guard that he’d just responded, letting her brush it under the rug like he knew she had wanted.

Her phone pinged and his eyes flicked to her screen out of habit. It was a message from TJ.

glad to hear you’re still alive

What the fuck?

Before he could stop himself, he grabbed the device, swiping up the screen to the conversation and his heart sank. Before she’d gotten in the shower, she’d sent a message to her friend and back up plan.

Awake. He didn’t murder me.

His body turned to ice, frozen on the side of the bed with her phone in his hand. She truly thought he would hurt her. That she was unsafe with him. And after what he learned about the kind of person her ex was last night at the bachelor party, it made him sick. The memory of how he treated the female entertainers thawing him, lighting his skin until it glowed. If anyone would have put their hands on his employees, or said the things about them that Jeffrey had said, he'd have told Happy to bury the pieces in Chigger woods. He pushed himself from the bed, the phone still in his hand as he shoved his way through the bathroom door, noting that she didn’t even have it locked, a contradiction to just how unsafe she felt with him. Without stopping, he ripped back the shower curtain. She turned to him in shock, her hands covering her chest. “Jax! What are you doing?”

He held up her phone, the messages on display. “I thought we were past this,” he spat, his shoulders heaving with his barely contained anger. “You almost married that fucking slimeball but you can’t give me a break?”

Her mouth opened and closed, her thoughts probably still slowed from alcohol, but when she had nothing to say, he tossed her phone on the counter, turning his back on her. “Just get ready.”

The ride to the dance studio was quiet and tense, her not knowing what to say and Jax not having anything to say to her. She’d hid in the bathroom as long as possible, making them the last couple of the bridal party to arrive. Being as over the top as she was, Amy had wanted them to be able to perform a choreographed waltz around them for their first dance. Why she waited until the day before the wedding to bring this up was beyond him.

“Okay, now face your partner, one hand up. Ladies, hand on his shoulder. Gentlemen, hand on their waist.” Their instructor guided them through their starting forms, flitting through the couples and making adjustments. Jax expected her to say something to him, but she just gave him an appraising look and muttered ‘good' before moving on to the next couple. He couldn’t stop the smirk that played on his lips, knowing he was the least likely of them to have experience in this area.

“Don’t get too cocky,” Kat murmured. “We haven’t started moving yet.”

Her comment instantly soured his mood further. Would she ever stop underestimating him? If she was so sure that he was just going to consistently make a fool of himself, why did she even go along with this in the first place? The instructor started counting out the steps, the couples around them moving to the beat. Jax didn’t move, instead watching how the people around him stepped, listening to the instructor call out corrections, until he finally felt confident enough to join them. Almost to his surprise, when he stepped back, Kat followed him, both of them swaying to music. He expected her to put up a fight, be stiff in his arms, but she matched him step for step, allowing him to guide her around the floor. When the instructor yelled ‘turn’, Jax rotated flawlessly however Kat stumbled, tripping over the movements, but he caught her before she could hit the ground.

“What’s wrong, Kat? Two left feet?” he snarled looking down at her.

He expected to be met with the same fire, but instead she dipped her chin, her cheeks burning red in shame as she righted herself and pulled from him arms, flattening the front of her dress in nerves. The instructor appeared by her side, explaining how to step around and behind to avoid tangling her limbs in turn, but Jax couldn’t listen to her, his focus purely on Kat. Was her comment before more about underestimating him or worrying about how her own limitations would hold them back? Was he still just nursing his wounded pride from the incident this morning and letting it color everything else that happening between them?

When she stepped back into hold, he curled his finger under her chin, lifting her gaze to his, letting his affection for her shine through his eyes. She saw it instantly, the way her lips parted on a gasp, her body going taut before relaxing in his arms, instinctively moving closer to him as he made the first move, effortlessly falling into step with the couples around them.

The rest of the room faded as they stared into each other’s eyes, twirling about to music he’d never heard before, her following his lead without hesitation as he spun them faster and faster until his face hurt from smiling, watching her laugh before falling forward in his arms, resting her head on his shoulder as he brought them to a stop, allowing her to catch her balance before her pulled her closer into his chest, shuffling them side to side in a slow dance. Applause broke out in the room, popping the bubble they’d created for themselves but even after the return of the people around them, the smiles stayed on their faces.

Amy smacked Ed across the chest, saying, “Why can’t you do that?”, causing Jax to laugh.

“I’m sorry,” Kat said, the regret obvious on her face.

Jax took a deep breath, knowing he should clear the air between them as well. “About last night –” but before he could tell her, Kat held up her hand.

“I know.”

Jax looked down at her in surprise, his eyebrows climbing into his hairline. “You do?”

She turned her head then, her cheeks flushing crimson. “I couldn’t forget that if I tried,” she answered quietly with a soft smile.

By the time they made it back to the hotel, Jax was still glowing with pride over what Kat had said. A woman like her, with everything she’d had the opportunity to do in her life, he took her saying as much as the compliment it was. In fact, he would have liked to do it again, but she had swatted him away as soon as the door closed saying that she had to get showered and changed yet again for the next event.

Content to wear what he had on, and to keep him from trying to sneak into the bathroom, he decided to head down to the bar and have a drink before rehearsal started. He knew he wouldn’t have much of a part to play, just being Kat’s date and all, but his presence was still expected. However, what he hadn’t expected was to find Donald Bren sitting at the bar beside the only open stool.

He hesitated just a moment before deciding, fuck it. The man didn’t own the place. Or maybe he did? Either way, he wasn’t going to let him intimidate him, so he sat down next to him, giving his order to the bartender.

“You’re Kat’s young man, aren’t you?”

Jax turned to him with a friendly smile. “Jax Teller.”

Donald’s brow furrowed. “Of Teller Communications?”

“Teller Automotive,” Jax answered, noticing how eerily similar this conversation had become to the one he’d had with Kat’s mom. Seemed like they wanted to know who he was related to off the bat so they knew how much respect he was owed. The very idea made Jax bristle, the fact that everyone here cared more about his business ties than who the person in front of them actually was. As long as he was successful, he deserved a seat at the table, apparently. Then he caught himself. Wasn’t that exactly what his kutte was for? So people knew who he was on sight? Before he could let the thought trouble him, Donald continued.

“I can’t say I’m familiar with them,” he admitted, taking a sip of his drink.

“It’s more of a regional operation, I wouldn’t expect someone of your standing to be familiar,” Jax said smoothly, lifting the drink the bartender just set down to his lips.

Donald squinted at him, accessing him as he would any other person in his life, trying to determine whether he was worth his time or not. “Ah, well, everyone’s gotta start somewhere,” he finally said, adding a chuckle.

Jax just bit his tongue, knowing that no matter what he said, there was nothing he could say to impress this man, so instead of trying to earn his respect, Jax decided that Donald could work to earn his. When silence fell between them, he didn’t try to fill it, instead just sipping on his drink, periodically shifting his eyes to the door to see if Kat had come down from the room yet.

Donald didn’t seem to like being ignored, continuously watching Jax out of the corner of his eye, growing more and more agitated the longer Jax seemed disinterested. Just when it looked like he was about to blow, Bunny stumbled up to join them.

“Has anyone seen my daughter? The DJ is asking questions that I don’t have the answers to at the moment.”

Or you just can’t remember them, Jax thought, noticing how hard she leaned against her husband.

Donald turned to Jax then. “Why don’t you see if you can rustle up the bride?”

Jax paused, sipping on his drink before he nodded, deciding, yeah, that’s something he could do. “Sure,” he said casually, noting the twitch in Donald’s eye at not instantly being obeyed. He stood, the bartender appearing to settle his bill for the drink. Instead of giving him his room number, he clapped Donald on the shoulder and said, “Put it on his tab,” before turning on his heel, leaving the sputtering man behind him.

He didn’t have a clue where to look, not being familiar with the hotel or the bride, but he wandered the halls in the general direction of the ceremony room from earlier and it eventually paid off when he heard hushed voices that he recognized. It appeared that someone hadn’t pulled the door shut all the way, so he looked over his shoulder and when he saw the hallway was clear, he leaned a little closer.

“You don’t have to do this, you know.”

The sound of Jeffrey’s voice made his skin crawl, remembering what he did to Kat, all the things he witnessed him do last night at the bachelor party. Jax should have put his fist in his face then and the way his hands were clenching at his side, he may decide to do it now.

“Why? So I can be the disappointment of the Sobrato family? I’ll leave that to you, thanks.”

Jax frowned, not understanding what Ed was talking about.

“Look, just because I didn’t go through with the marriage –”

“Enough, both of you!” Amy cut in, sending Jax’s eyebrows climbing up his forehead. How did she play into this? “We all know what daddy wants, daddy gets, and he wants this. And since you didn’t go through with it the first time, now it’s up to me and Ed.”

Didn’t go through with it the first time? Did she mean that Jeffrey’s relationship with Kat? Was it actually just a business deal arranged by her father? Why was the name ‘Sobrato’ suddenly ringing a bell in his head? He listened to them argue for a moment longer before it clicked. The cars on the trains at the rail yard in Oakland were all emblazoned with the name. “Jesus Christ,” Jax whispered to himself. That’s why he was so interested in that dump.

Not willing to listen anymore, he pushed through the door, everyone inside startling at his entrance.

“What are you doing here?” Amy spat, her eyes wide and darting between Ed and Jeffrey, waiting on one of them to do something.

Ed raised his hand, putting on his good natured smile. “Jax, you can’t be here, man.”

“Shut up.” Jax barked. All three of them opened their mouths, not used to being given order, but he continued before they could saying anything. “Listen, I don’t give a fuck about whatever you’ve guys got going on here.” He took a deep breath, trying to keep the lid on his anger, his question coming out low and measured. “Does Kat know?” The instant guilty looks on their faces told him, no. She didn’t know, which is why, even two years later, she was still hung up on this piece of shit who broke her heart. If they were in Charming, he’d put a bullet in them.

“Listen, man, you don’t understand –”

Jax spun on Jeffrey, wanting to hear his voice even less now. “What I understand is that Donald Bren is trying to whore out his kids to expand his business.” The way Amy cringed told him that he’s exactly right. That whatever the deal was with Kat and Jeffrey, it had fallen through but Donald hadn’t given up just yet. Jax wanted him to pay for what he did to Kat, but he knew there wasn’t a number he could give that would affect Bren’s bottom line, that no matter what price he gave him, he would write the check without feeling it. So instead, he decided to use a different tactic and take away something he wanted.

“The rail yard.”

“What?” Ed asked.

“Sign me over the rail yard, or I will walk out of here and tell Kat everything.” Liar, his subconscious whispered, but he shook his head. Even though the words were sour on his tongue, the taste of freedom overpowered it. If he owned the rail yard, he owned Pope. If he owned Pope, he could get the club out of his clutches and finally be legit. He just had to make sure that Kat didn’t find out until after TJ deleted that video, then he was truly free and clear. After that, he could tell her everything and let her decide what to do from there. He just needed time. “I want the rail yard deed in my name within the hour.”

“That’s impossible,” Amy said, rolling her eyes, but the look on Ed’s face told him differently.

“Oh, I think Eddie here can make that happen,” he jutted his chin towards him. “Ain’t that right, Ed?”

All eyes turned to Ed, waiting on him to stand up to Jax, to tell him no, but instead, he conceded with a nod.

“Fuck this,” Jeffrey said, pushing past Jax towards the door.

“Where are you going?” Amy asked, her voice thick with worry.

Jeffrey turned on his heel, pointing at the lot of them. “I’m going to go tell Kat everything, just like I should have done two years ago.”

Jax moved lighting fast, his hand gripping Jeffrey’s throat, shoving him against the wall. He tried to struggle, but Jax slipped his hand to his back, pulling the knife he kept there from its sheath, holding it up to his throat. “Don’t you think you’ve hurt her enough?” Jeffrey’s eyes widened, feeling the blade press into his flesh. “You do not go anywhere near Kat or breathe a word of this to her. You may think you know who you’re messing with, but I will leave you laying on the floor in a puddle of blood if you ever try to hurt her again.”

He watched as the words sunk in, Jeffrey finally going lax in his hold. He tried to match his stare but eventually that faded, too, and he nodded, conceding to Jax, so he pulled the knife away from his neck, slipping it back under his shirt. Jax turned to leave when Jeffrey whispered, “I still love her, you know.”

Jax stopped, his hand on the doorknob. “So do I.”

He threw the door open, feeling a bit of satisfaction when he heard it bounce off the wall as he stormed down the hallways, bypassing the bar entirely and calling for the elevator. The doors opened immediately and he punched the number for their floor, his fingers shaking as he tried not to break the button. When the force of gravity hit him, he let it drag him to the floor, his knees crumbling as he slid his back down the reflective wall.

What had he done? He wasn’t worried about Amy or the Sobrato’s but could he truly not tell Kat the moment he saw her? Could he use the leverage against her to broker a deal, be just as big a sleazeball as her dad? Would she ever love him back if she found out what he did?

The ride was too short, the doors springing open before he had his answers. He pushed himself off the floor on the elevator, his feet feeling like concrete as he dragged them down the hallway, mechanically going through the motions of letting himself in the room. Kat appeared right after he opened the door, her hand to her ear as she finished attaching her last earring.

“I thought you were going to wait downstairs?”

She was gorgeous. A sleek black dress hugged her body all the way to the ground, held in place by two straps not bigger than threads. Her hair hung loosely around her face, styled with light curls. She looked elegant but effortless and his heart thudded in his chest because of it.

She must have seen the turmoil on his face because she crossed the distance between them, reaching out to cup his cheek, her brow furrowed in worry. “Jax, what’s wrong?”

He wanted to tell her. He did. But he was so close. So close to getting his brothers and himself free and clear, finally pulling together the plan he and his father had started all those years ago. He couldn’t back out now, so he grabbed her hand, sliding it from his cheek to his mouth, pressing his lips against her palm. “Nothing,” he said against her skin. “Nothing’s wrong. Just wanted to come check on you.”

The way her face softened at his words was like a knife to his gut, her easy acceptance telling him that, yeah. They were past her mistrust of him, but now here he was, throwing it back in her face, proving right every doubt she had about him.

“Oh, hey. Look what showed up,” she said, breaking the moment to show him the bag laying over the back of the couch. He stepped forward, looking at the gold letters emblazoned on the garment bag, his fingers reaching out to trail over the ‘a’. “I may have snuck a peak. I think Georgy outdid himself this time.”

Jax smiled fondly, remembering the old man and his team toddling through the hotel room the day before in between events, stripping him down to his boxers, measuring parts of his body he wasn’t sure needed to be measured, then leaving just as quickly with a promise to have the suit delivered before the big day. “Can’t wait to try it on.”

Kat shrugged. “There’s two in there, put one on for tonight, wear the other one tomorrow.”

“Two?” Jax questioned.

“Yea, it’s a special event. You’ve got to have a back up,” she said flippantly, like ordering two custom Armani suits twenty four hours prior to an event was a completely normal thing to do. Leaning over the couch, she grabbed her bag before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “Get changed, I’ll wait for you downstairs.”

Jax waited until she left the room before dropping his head in his hands. What had he done?

CHAPTER 7

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This little cocky shit! But he really is so hot.

The door opened on the elevator, letting them into the lobby, but Jax was still looking at her. “Shut the doors.”

With him it´s really either murder or sex.

“And, baby, no one has ever wanted you more than I have. Not your first, not your ex, no one,”

By the time he was done, he was so close she could feel the vibration of his words on her lips.

“Good. This should only be treated to the best money can buy,” he growled.

Scorching hot!!!!!!

It almost shocked her how much she actually meant the words. It was true. She realized sometime since they arrived at the hotel, the fear she’d initially felt in his presence had slipped away and now she felt almost precious, protected even, how no matter what would happen, she knew he would keep her safe.

And this is so sweet. I really like how their relationship is a good mixture of obvious attraction, but they also come to realize they like each other and feel safe with each other.

“I’m not sure what you wanted, so I stole one of these things and brought you back a little bit of everything.”

He is really the full big package. Gives the perfect excuse for expensive underwear and steals breakfast.

The Wedding Date: Table 5

Sons of Anarchy x The Wedding Date (2005)

CHAPTERLIST

Summary: Kat gets a first hand look at just how good Jax is at what he does.

Warnings: 18+ only; language; smut; drinking; blackmail; blacking out; general themes of the show.

Words: 3.5k

Jax frowned at her as she got ready. “What’s with the hat?”

The huge white monstrosity was adorned with flowers and tulle and almost touched her shoulders. “It’s a Kentucky Derby themed bachelorette.” The dress she wore came out of her closet, but Kat had only had the hat delivered to their room while she was getting ready.

Jax gave her a quizzical look but eventually shrugged, holding the door open for her so they could take the elevator together.

“So how is it,” she started as soon as the doors slid closed behind them, “that with all of your various ‘business ventures’, you haven’t ended up behind bars or dead?” The question is a little more blunt than she intended, but after hearing him talk about his club this afternoon, she knew those were real possibilities that he was trying to avoid and she wondered how he managed to escape them for so long.

To her surprise, instead of looking offended, he just shrugged. “It’s about knowing what people want and then convincing them I’m the only one who can give it to them.” She can’t help but scoff at that, recognizing it as Sales Techniques for Beginners. “What?” he asked.

“Everyone thinks they are the best salesman on the planet, what makes you any different?”

The door opened on the elevator, letting them into the lobby, but Jax was still looking at her. “Shut the doors.”

“Wh-what?” she stuttered, noticing the change in the look on his face.

“Shut. The. Doors.” He enunciated each word, the growl of his voice sending a shiver down her spine as she reached out, pressing the button to close the doors. He then reached out and smacked the button to stop the elevator. She looked around, expecting an alarm to sound, surprised when it didn’t. Then her eyes landed on Jax, poised like a predator, stalking her in the enclosed space. He was wearing his dark jeans again, but instead of a t-shirt, he had on a blue and white flannel that brought out his eyes, the rings and the chain on his wallet adding just enough of a bad boy swagger to make him look dangerous. But more than anything else, it was the look on his face and the set of his jaw that had her stepping back against the wall, folding the brim of her hat.

“Jax, I –”

“Shhh,” he said, moving forward. She instinctively tipped her head back, raising the edge of her hat so he could move closer, her eyes glued to his, seeing the way they darkened as he looked down at her. She couldn’t have stopped her tongue from running over her bottom lip if she tried.

“You see, darlin’, you don’t get where I am without being able to read every person around you every single day,” he murmured, closing the distance between them until he was pressed up against her. Her breathing turned shallow, the rapid rise and fall of her chest meeting his, making her feel trapped, which should have terrified her but made her feel exhilarated instead. “And you, darlin’, are so easy to read.” He lifted one finger to trail it over the apple of her cheek. She could feel how hot it was, knew it must practically be glowing but she was helpless to stop it. “You see, you spent so much time in your ivory tower, never wanting for anything, that now you want to know what it feels like to need something.” Her brain screeched to a halt, trying to understand what he was saying. “Everything can be replaced when you have that much money, but what you need is that connection, to feel what it’s like to need something so bad, you might die without it.” His finger trailed from her cheek to over her lip, following the path of her tongue and she let out a shuddering breath. “See, what these fools don’t understand is that women don’t want gifts and flowers, fancy dinners, or even shiny jewelry. You can buy those for yourself, can’t you?”

He didn’t continue, watching her expectantly for an answer. She didn’t have a prayer of vocalizing one, so she gave him a small nod.

“Good girl,” he muttered and she almost whimpered. “It’s not empty gifts, promises of grandeur, it’s not even love. What you need is to be wanted.” He pushed his hips harder against her then and she felt it, the rod of heat between his legs, the physical manifestation of his want for her. Her jaw dropped then, her pupils blown wide as arousal coursed through her body, the feeling so foreign it would have knocked her off her feet had Jax not had her pinned against the wall. “And, baby, no one has ever wanted you more than I have. Not your first, not your ex, no one,” he dropped his head, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck, his lips feeling like a brand. “And once you realize that, you’ll forget all about him, realize that he was never worthy of you to begin with, and you’ll figure out what you need.”

By the time he was done, he was so close she could feel the vibration of his words on her lips. Her eyes finally slipped closed, tilting her head more, expecting him to kiss her but he didn't. Instead, she felt the rush of air as he stepped away from her, his hand smacking against the wall and she jumped, her heart thundering in her chest as the doors slid open.

He held out his hand. “After you.”

She nodded, but could not get her legs to move. Leaned up against the wall, she stared at the blank space of where he had been standing. “Yea, okay, Yoda.” She finally found the strength to push herself from the wall and step out of the elevator, her mind still spinning. Before she managed a step though, a gentle hand landed on her shoulder, turning her and giving a gentle nudge in the right direction. Her feet carried her down the hallway but her mind was still in the elevator. How did he do that? How was he able to look through her so sharply and see the things she held tightest to her? She’d only ever known money, so it didn’t impress her when these men flashed it, knowing she needed more than that, a connection most of them couldn’t offer, too busy chasing the next buck. Her cheeks flamed again, remembering the feel of him against her, the desire he felt for her and how she’d never felt that kind of primal attraction for another human being.

Suddenly, she realized she was in a room surrounded by people, someone placing a drink in her hand that she tipped back before grabbing another one.

“You okay?” TJ asked, watching her with a frown.

“Yep,” she lied, white knuckling her glass, hoping her long gown hid the tremble in her knees.

“Neighborhood watch alert.” TJ pointed to the door and Kat saw Jax standing there, scanning the crowd, holding her bag.

Her bag. She didn’t even remember having it in the elevator.

She knew when he spotted her, the smirk twisting his lips. The ladies in the room stepped out of his way, but their eyes followed him, watching every move he made as he sauntered through the room.

“Your bag,” he said when he reached her, holding it out.

He looked so fucking cocky and sure of himself, knowing exactly what he did to her in that elevator, the proof of it still in her panties. “Silly me, where was my head?” She couldn’t stop staring into his eyes, feeling their connection crackle in the air.

TJ interrupted them. “Listen, you should stay, have a little drink with us.”

He pulled his gaze from hers, but she could see the effort it took. “Nah, I got my own party to get to, sorry ladies.” Moans of disappointment echoed around them, everyone pushed in to get a closer look at the outsider that snuck his way into the inner circle. “Unless you ladies need a stripper for tonight?”

That sent the crowd over the edge, hoots and hollers of excitement, TJ leading the way in trying to rip his shirt from his shoulders as he laughed, holding his hands up. “Sorry, ladies, only one of you gets the pleasure of that.” The word ‘pleasure’ rolled off his tongue like a curse, Kat feeling the flames licking at her heels as she made her way through the crowd to his side.

“Must be nice, being adored for being you,” she purred in his ear.

“Darlin’, it’s always good being me.”

She didn’t miss the dark flicker in his eyes, but it disappeared when he looked back at the crowd. “Give’em hell tonight, ladies,” he said before turning to Amy, “And show’em what they are about to lose out on,” he added with a wink.

Amy looked at him with an open mouth before her cheeks flushed and she nodded, TJ hanging over her shoulder, just as stunned, the want shining brightly in her eyes.

And yet, he was here with her. Granted, it may not be under the best terms, but at any time could throw in the towel and snap his fingers and have anyone else in this room.

But he wanted her.

Desire rolled through her body again, guiding her next actions as she looped a hand around his shoulders, plastering herself to his front, careful to keep her head tilted back so as to not smack him in the face with her hat. Her other hand slid up his neck, feeling the taut muscles as he waited for her to make her move. Sinking her fingers into the hair on the nape of his neck, she pulled him into a kiss that caused the whole room to erupt.

She expected to take charge, with initiating the kiss, but as soon as their lips met, he wrapped his arms around her back, squeezing her into him. She could feel every inch of the rough denim and stiff flannel through the paper thin material of her dress, her nipples pebbling immediately against his chest. She thought it would be quick and dramatic, but he worked his mouth lazily against her, like he had all of the time in the world, his tongue sliding over her bottom lip with such such intent, it’s like he’d been waiting to do it since they met. All she could do was try to remember to breathe, slotting her mouth against his in a way she was familiar with but yet had never felt this before.

Part of her remembered they had an audience, but the other part of her whispered that she didn’t care. She smiled into the kiss, her lips pulling taut under his, so he sunk his teeth into her bottom lip, tugging gently as he pulled them upright. He kept his hold on her, like he knew that she wasn’t in control of her legs yet as he pressed a couple soft, closed mouthed kisses to the corner of her mouth.

“You good?” he finally mumbled, the darkness gone from his eyes, a sunny, bright blue staring back at her.

“Yea, I’m good,” she muttered, hating the feeling of his hands leaving her body but also knowing that if he stuck around any longer, she couldn’t be responsible for what she would do.

He turned to go, the ladies just barely leaving enough room for him as he left then shooting Kat looks of jealousy over their shoulders. Just as the door swung shut behind him, a bugle sounded throughout the room, everyone instantly forgetting their salacious display and racing to the bar for their first shot.

After Jax left, Kat found it hard to focus on anything other than the memory of his hands on her body, the way his mouth felt on hers, how he made her feel like he wouldn’t be able to breathe without her. Every time the horn sounded, she went to the bar, took her shot, but she didn’t taste them, her mind elsewhere.

At some point, Amy came barreling up beside her. “That guy of yours, he sure is a cutie, huh?”

Kat couldn’t stop the smile on her face. “Yea, he’s a good guy.” It almost shocked her how much she actually meant the words. It was true. She realized sometime since they arrived at the hotel, the fear she’d initially felt in his presence had slipped away and now she felt almost precious, protected even, how no matter what would happen, she knew he would keep her safe. “What about you? Ed’s a good guy.”

She’d known Ed for years. Obviously, being Jeffrey’s cousin, he’d been around while they were together. There was always this sort of boyish charm to him, a genuine curiosity for the world that she wished Jeffrey had harbored as well. If there was one man in the Sobratto family that she could have picked for her little sister, it would be him.

The look on Amy’s face changed in an instant at the mention of Ed, the smile dropping from her face and her eyes glazing over as she stared into the open space behind the bar. The sudden loss of life in her eyes caused a panic to lodge in Kat’s gut before Amy even said, “I can’t believe I have to get married.”

Have to?

“Amy, what are you talking about?” Kat asked, but she didn't get a response out of her, so she reached out and grabbed her arm. “What do you mean you ‘have to’ get married?” A million thoughts rolled through Kat’s head of who could possibly be forcing her head strong little sister to do anything. “Does Ed–”

Before she could ask the question, the bugle blew again and it’s like a spell is lifted off of her, Amy’s face changing from despair to one of unbridled joy as she screamed and cheered with the other women arriving at the bar.

“What are we doing this time?” TJ shouted, pushing herself between Kat and Amy.

Amy looked at the bottles lined up one bar, tapping her chin with her finger in deep thought before she declared, “Tequila!”

The bartender poured a line of shots, everyone tipping theirs back before the bugle sounded again in quick succession, everyone cheering for another round. Finally, with her eight shot, the alcohol hit Kat, her worry about her sister slipping from her liquor-slicked brain as she cheered with them, slamming her glass back on the bar.

They’d made it through all twelve starts, Kat managing to keep everything down as she stumbled back to her room, expecting it to be empty. However, when she pushed the door open, Jax was lounging in the bed in nothing but a pair of shorts, a small journal propped on his knee. He glanced up at her when she entered, the liquor stains on her dress, her hat falling to the side, her heels in her hand and he laughed.

He actually laughed at her.

“Have a good night, darlin’?”

There was that word again. She’d heard it before, of course, but it never sounded as good as when it rolled off his tongue. It was like a siren’s call, drawing her across the room. When she leaned forward to climb on the bed, the brim of her hat dropped in her eyes, blocking him from her view and she couldn’t take it anymore, ripping it from her head and tossing it on the floor.

“That probably cost you a pretty penny.” His voice was low and husky, the notes reverberating through her.

“Pocket change,” she managed to mutter, resuming her slow crawl up the bed.

Once he understood her intentions, he set his journal on the night stand and leaned back against the padded headboard, straightening his legs into a wide vee. She’d never noticed a man’s feet before, but even his feet were attractive, the curve of the arch, the shape of his toes, the way it fed into his ankles and up his calves to his powerful thighs. She was close enough now to trail her fingers over them, smiling when he jerked just slightly at the contact. She expected him to grab her like he did downstairs, take the lead, but his hands laid at his side, content to let her explore his body.

She skimmed over his boxers, eyes on his abs and chest, noticing that it was falling more rapidly than when she entered the room. Her sudden arousal mixed with the alcohol in her blood caused her head to spin and she had to close her eyes to focus again.

Only then did he touch her, his hands coming to her shoulders to help steady her. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice deep and quiet, but threaded with concern.

She managed to open her eyes again, willing to fight the hurricane in her head just to look at him again. “Could be better.”

“How’s that, darlin’?”

Instead of answering him with words, she closed the distance between them, tasting the cigarettes on his breath as surely as he tasted the alcohol on hers. She kept control this time, pinning him to the headboard as she walked up the bed on her knees. She used his shoulders to support herself, her tongue licking into his mouth as she tried to reposition her legs to straddle his lap, but her dress was in the way, causing her to groan in disappointment.

“I got you,” he spoke into her mouth, allowing her to swallow the words as he tangled his fingers in her dress, ripping the flimsy material at the seams all the up to her waist, revealing the skimpy underwear she had on underneath. “Fuck,” he panted, his eyes glued to the apex of her thighs and the tiny scrap of satin cradled between them.

He slipped his finger into them from the side, the contact of his rings on her thigh sending a shiver up her body. He slid his finger up and down the material, barely brushing over her mound. “How much were these?”

Her underwear? “I don’t know,” she answered, not caring about why he wanted to know, just wanting to go back to kissing him, but he pulled away.

“Tell me.”

She wracked her brain, trying to remember where she even got them, but she couldn't. “I don’t know, a couple hundred?”

She expected him to recoil, say something snarky about so much being spent on a scrap of material, but instead, he hummed in approval. “Good. This should only be treated to the best money can buy,” he growled. His hand slipped between her legs then, cupping her sex. The instant mix of the heat of his hand with the coldness of his rings made her mind go black.

The next thing she remembered was the pounding in her head pulling her from a dreamless sleep. She didn’t open her eyes, sensing the brightness behind her lids was only going to make things worse. However, when she shifted in bed, her eyes shot open anyways.

She was naked.

Completely naked.

She even lifted the covers to double check.

Yep, naked.

While she had the covers lifted, the door to the room opened and she pulled them down, tucking them around her, wondering who could be coming into the room, only to find Jax pushing in a room service cart. “I’m not sure what you wanted, so I stole one of these things and brought you back a little bit of everything.”

Breakfast? He brought her breakfast? She pushed herself upright so she could look over the cart, going slow when her head started to throb again Coffee, tea, orange juice, pastries, bacon, eggs, sausage, pancakes. He wasn’t kidding.

Most of the food made her stomach roll so she reached for the tea, taking a small sip of the warm liquid, thankful for the way it felt on her throat. When she smiled up at Jax, he returned it, leaning across the cart to grab his own drink.

“What happened last night?”

He froze, paused over the cart, his head turned in a peculiar angle as his smile dropped off his face. His brows furrowed for a moment before he stood upright again, not grabbing anything from the tray. “Uh, nothing,” he said, clearing his throat, tucking his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “Nothing happened last night.”

Kat breathed a sigh of relief. She couldn’t remember anything from the time she got back to the room, but she had vivid flashes of Jax’s body which she couldn’t tell if they were memories or alcohol-fueled dreams. Her body was a little sore, but they’d hit the bar hard last night, so it would be no surprise if she’d been jostled around. The only thing she didn’t truly have an explanation for was her nudity.

“Thanks for the tea,” she said quietly, before spotting her phone plugged in on her night stand. That’s definitely not something she would have done for herself if she came home blackout drunk and she began to wonder what he wasn’t telling her, so she picked up her phone to look for any reminders of what happened last night before she returned to their room.

CHAPTER 6

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