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Tonight had been anything but what Jax expected.
When he'd locked eyes on you from across the bar earlier this evening, he'd felt an immediate attraction–an instant pull to you. Something he’d never experienced before with the countless women he’d hooked up with over the years. He’d caught you sitting at your table with your friends making eyes at him while sipping on your mixed drink, giving him the same exact look he knew he’d been giving you.
Thirty minutes. That's how long it had taken for you to leave that table and head to the bar alone, ordering yourself another vodka cranberry. When you'd met his gaze from across the room again, Jax didn't hesitate. He'd gotten up from the table with the Sons, clapping Opie on the shoulder and shooting him a smug grin. Jax knew damn well he wouldn’t be back until he’d found some way to have you for the night.
Because SAMCRO wasn't in Charming this weekend. They'd had a run all the way out to San Bernardino, but after a little territory dispute on their way back home, it had gotten far too late to keep riding. Clay had made the call for the group to settle in at a cheap motel near Fresno for the night. So for the next few hours, Jax had been open to finding a different distraction than what he always had in Charming.
And tonight, that had been you.
But what Jax hadn't expected was your sense of humor and the way your adorable laugh easily had a grin spreading over his own lips at the sound. And while you drank down a second vodka cranberry as you both talked at the bar, both of your groups of friends long forgotten from your minds, you'd disarmed him with your charm and the twenty different times you'd leaned over, giggling as you confessed that you weren't the type to ever bring a guy back to your place.
But he'd seen the way you kept eyeing him. He'd noticed the way you reacted to his flirting and the compliments, noticed the way you’d leaned into his touches whenever his fingers brushed over your cheek, your arm, your hip. He knew you'd felt that same attraction that he'd felt from the second he first spotted you.
He was proven right when you'd stepped outside with him. Jax had lit up a cigarette, in need of a smoke almost an hour later just to give his hands something to do to keep himself from taking you against the damn bar counter with how you’d been affecting him. One moment he was joking with you, taking a drag off of his cigarette, and the next, you'd plucked the damn thing from his fingers and thrown it aside. Then you'd grabbed him by the kutte before smashing your mouth onto his until all he could taste was your vanilla lip balm on his tongue.
He'd had you every which way back at your apartment after that, but not before he'd buried his face between your plush thighs. Your fingers had been tangled in his hair, your body writhing on your bed as you whimpered beneath his mouth. When you finally came on his tongue that first time, your hand pulling sharply on his hair as you cried out in pleasure, you'd tasted even sweeter than your lip balm.
Jax had lost count of how many times he'd gotten you to come for him tonight. But fuck if he hadn't quickly found himself loving the way your eyelids fluttered as the most beautiful noises flew past your lips each time that pretty pussy of yours squeezed him relentlessly with every single one of your climaxes.
It was at some point in the middle of him taking you for the third time that he realized it. With his hand wrapped around your throat as he'd pulled your face back towards his, laying on your stomach as his other hand pressed into the mattress to hold himself over the back of you, he ruthlessly fucked you into the bed. The fitted sheet had flown up in one corner long ago with how roughly he’d been driving into you and with how tightly you’d had a hold of it curled in your fists. It was then that realization had come before either of you did again.
A few hours out here with you wouldn’t be enough.
This encounter hadn’t felt like any of the ones he’d had before–and there’d been plenty after Tara had left Charming a few years ago. Because you were the first girl Jax had been with that he’d actually seen. It wasn’t Tara at the forefront of his mind while he was inside of you. He wasn’t hiding your face in a pillow or the sheets trying to imagine he was inside of her like he’d often done in the past with the girls hanging around the clubhouse. He was actively watching you, enjoying the way you looked as you panted and gasped, moaning and whining while he fucked you hard and rough. But before that, he’d taken you slow and soft, the moment feeling oddly intimate and passionate as he’d laid flush over the top of you, not an inch of space between your sweaty bodies as his eyes held yours. And the way you’d buried your face into the crook of his neck, back arching your body into his when you’d come moaning against his skin, had his entire body practically vibrating in sheer pleasure.
Underneath the faint haze of alcohol, he was aware that something more was happening here.
By now he’d fucked you three times already in the past couple of hours, yet here you were, riding him with your head thrown back over your shoulders as you were nearing yet another orgasm, your perfect tits looking even better from his angle beneath you as you bounced along his cock–which was already mostly spent by now. He was close to coming once again himself, his hands gripping your waist as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips, his own hips rocking up to meet yours. The sounds you were making had him falling apart so goddamn easily for you.
Jax came yet again soon after, filling you with what little he had left to give by this point. But as he pulled your sweaty, panting body down on top of his, he found himself wishing he didn’t have to leave so soon. He wanted to keep you as close as he could for a little bit longer, his fingers gently brushing back and forth over your shoulder in a way that could almost be considered affectionate.
He found himself being soft with you in between all the sex. Something he didn't understand. Something he didn't do with girls. But you were different. You’d made him feel different–made him feel something for the first time in years. And he’d found himself enjoying the jokes and the conversation between the fucking far more than he thought possible.
But then you’d fallen asleep on him shortly after that fourth time when he’d pulled you down onto him, your body clearly exhausted from the physical exertion. Jax knew he needed to get back to the motel to get some sleep himself before finishing the few hour ride back to Charming tomorrow. He couldn’t just stay here curled up in some random girl’s bed even if a small part of him strangely wanted to do exactly that.
So he did what he knew he was supposed to–he slipped out of your apartment while you were asleep. Made a quiet escape back to his cheap motel room. But he’d tossed and turned in the shitty bed until sunrise knowing he’d never see the girl who’d made him finally feel something again and not understanding why the fuck that mattered at all.
Sitting on the floor of your small bathroom, your head fell back against the vanity cabinet behind you. Both tests had come back positive. There was no denying it now, no writing it off that you just weren’t feeling well or that the stress of work had caused you to be late.
You were pregnant.
Pregnant with the baby of some guy you’d known for only a few hours. Some guy you couldn’t even recall the name of almost two months later–Jared, Jason, Jay? All you could remember was that he’d been painfully handsome, he didn’t live around the area, he was in some sort of motorcycle club that you also could not remember the name of, and that he’d been incredible in the bedroom.
Apparently so incredible that he’d gotten you pregnant.
“Shit,” you whispered to yourself, tears pricking at your eyes again as you stared at the ceiling of your bathroom. “Of course the one fucking time I have a fling with someone–the one goddamn time I let myself have any fun–this is what happens.”
All because you’d been stressed out that night due to your new job at Fresno Community Hospital. They’d been giving you the shitty shifts for months solely because you were the new nurse. Third shift, second shift, doubles. Your schedule had been so damn screwed that when you’d finally had a day off, you’d gone out with your friends to let loose. The second you’d noticed the attractive biker eyeing you from across the bar, you didn’t care about the hint of danger radiating off of him or the fact that you weren’t the type for one night stands. You’d found a new way to deal with your stress–him.
And goddamn had he worked you out that night. You had a feeling you’d found the damn unicorn of one night stands because the way that man had taken care of you–folding you and bending your body in ways you had no idea it could even move–had been mind-numbingly amazing. You’d never met a man with quite so much stamina and determination, and you’d certainly never fucked anyone who damn well knew what the hell they were doing quite like that.
But you’d stupidly told him that you were on the pill, forgoing condoms that neither of you even had in the moment. Except the alcohol clouding your mind had you forgetting the part where you’d been so fucked up with your work schedule that you’d missed a handful of birth control pills that month.
And now here you were facing the consequences of your actions.
Expelling a rough breath, you looked back down at the two tests laying innocently on the floor beside you. Both of them displayed two very pink lines that you couldn't dispute. You’d sat on the floor of your bathroom for almost an hour now, running through a range of feelings–fear, despair, shock, disbelief. Eventually you’d settled on acceptance, because you already knew that you were going to keep this baby. You had no idea how you’d make it work, but you knew you’d figure it out.
But you had no way to contact the father. Not that you figured the man you’d met two months ago would remotely care about you carrying his child, but you didn’t even have a way to reach him. If you could have, you’d at least have given him the news on the off chance it somehow would mean something to him. It wasn’t like you’d ever exchanged phone numbers that night, though, and he’d long since disappeared by the time you’d woken up in your bed the next morning.
But what else had you expected? He’d made it clear to you that he was no stranger to random romps with girls he’d just met even if you weren’t that type yourself. You were just another random hookup in a string of probably countless others for him. You doubted he would even remember your face, and you weren’t even certain you'd given him your name.
And now you’d be forever linked with him and he’d never even know.