Strangely Restless

Title: Strangely Restless

Authors Notes: Tig decides to try out an aphrodisiac. Of course something goes wrong.

Farfetched bit of fun inspired after reading the naughty and entertaining lark, Pandora’s Box by MuckyShroom and Laughing Warrior.

I probably don’t have the timeline quite right… I envision it in early S5

Rating: very M

Pairing: Jax/Tara

Disclaimer: Own nothing. All belongs to Sutter Ink.

Originally published: April 8, 2015

“Hey Juice, where’s the rest of that milkshake shit you made earlier?” Tig called as he stared into the fridge at the SAMCRO clubhouse.


“You know, that almond, spinach, grass, berry thing…” Tig wouldn’t admit that he liked the healthy concoctions that the ‘Rican whipped up but he was always in search of whatever was left.

“Oh. I gave it to Tara. It’s full of good vitamins and shit for the baby. You know, if she’s still… uh, breast feeding.” Juice stopped, noting the look of alarm on the normally fearless biker’s face.  “What?”

“Tell me… you did not…. give her… the bottle… that was right here.” Tig gestured emphatically to the empty space on the shelf.

“Yeah, why?” Juice shrugged, confused.

Tig ran a hand through his hair. “Did she drink it?”

“Yeah. She even said she liked it. Why?” The younger biker was growing increasingly confused.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” Tig turned in circles, one hand on his face.

Overhearing Tig’s exclamations, Chibs joined them in the kitchen. “What’re you going on about?”

Tig inhaled deeply. “Where’s Jax?”

“Oakland. He and Bobby are meeting with Pope. Why?” the Scottish biker frowned, looking from one of his brothers to the other. Juice shook his head, shrugging his shoulders again. He had no clue what was upsetting Tig.

“And you’re sure she drank it?” Tig asked Juice again.

“Yeah, I’m sure. The empty bottle is right there.” He pointed to the washed bottled in the dish drainer.

“Shhhiiiiiittt.” The word came out as a long exhale. Tig ran a hand over his eyes again. “We gotta call Jax.”

“What happened?” Jax asked as he walked his bike backward to park it alongside the others. He had rushed back from Oakland after Chibs called saying only that there was an urgent domestic problem at the clubhouse. Tig, Juice and Chibs had met him and Bobby as they pulled in, which had not eased his mind one bit.

“First off, boss, it was an accident,” Tig said, holding out his hands in supplication.

Jax pulled off his helmet and swung a leg over his bike. He removed his sunglasses, and tucked them along with his gloves in the pocket of his kutte. He sighed. What had the former Sergeant-at-Arms done now?

“It was for me… I mean, some of us were going to Diosa tonight and I thought it would be, you know, a unique experience,” Tig explained in slow measured tones.

“What’re you talking about?”

“It’s a powder, I just mixed it in.”

“And…” Jax prompted, his brows lifting questioningly.

“I planned to drink it later, you know, maybe an hour or so before…”

“What. Happened.” Jax repeated his earlier question, his tone clipped and impatient.

“I put the goat weed and fenugreek seeds in the smoothie. Tara drank it.” The words came out of Tig’s mouth so fast it was almost one unintelligible string.

“What are you talking about?” Jax felt his pulse lurch nervously. He scanned the row of cars, noting that Tara’s was still in the lot. He glanced apprehensively back at Tig. “Where is she? Is she okay?”

“Okay, well, it’s a sex thing-“

Jax’s brows shot up and he pinned Tig with a look that had stopped many a man in their tracks.

“Aphrodisiac! It’s an aphrodisiac….” Juice blurted quickly, hoping to save Tig from what would surely be a bad beating. The SAMCRO president was unlikely to listen to reason when it came to his old lady, the word sex, and any perceived inappropriate conduct by Tig.

“Jesus…” Bobby muttered, shaking his head.

“She’s fine, boss, she’s fine. She’s in the clubhouse.” Tig explained calmly. They had been covertly watching her during the wait for Jax’s return and she was fine. But then again, the substance took some time to work… and they hadn’t seen her since she put the boys down for a nap, maybe 20 minutes earlier.

This was so outside the realm of anything he had expected that Jax didn’t even know how to respond. He was relieved that she was fine, but… Christ.

“I didn’t know he put it in there. I wouldn’t have given it to her,” Juice excused, hoping he wasn’t going to be blamed for bringing the stuff to the club.

“And I didn’t know you were going to give it to her,” Tig countered defensively.

“What do you need that shit for anyway?” Bobby asked, “You’re already randy as a goat. More so at Diosa.”

“What’d you mean by that?” Tig shot back.

“What next, Viagra?” Bobby returned.

“Yeah, I’ll just borrow some of yours,” Tig declared.

“Jesus Christ,” Jax snapped, interrupting their squabbling now that he had a moment to collect his thoughts. Maybe this wasn’t a problem. Weren’t most of these Spanish fly things just rumors? Turning to Juice, he asked, “How sure are you that this… stuff… does anything?”

The Puerto Rican biker gave an apologetic shrug. “Like really sure. 95% sure.”


Tara picked up her glass of ice water and held it to her cheek. She hoped she wasn’t catching something; she felt unusually warm. She put her hand on Abel’s forehead, then checked Thomas… they both seemed fine.

She picked up her book and tried again to read, but couldn’t seem to focus. She felt strangely restless.

At the sound of motorcycles in the lot, she smiled. She glanced over at her two boys sleeping peacefully on the bed and whispered, “Daddy’s here.” She tucked the blanket more snuggly around them as she rose, then moved the pillows along the edge of the bed to serve as a safety buffer while she stepped out for a few minutes.

She had the strongest urge to really welcome her husband back.

When Tara stepped through the door, five pairs of eyes swiveled over to stare at her and their conversation stopped abruptly.  She paused at the intense scrutiny, wondering what had prompted such a reaction.

She looked between them warily and thought she probably had interrupted some club business. It wouldn’t be the first time they had stopped their discussion on her account.  But this was different somehow; they all seemed to be looking at her as if she had two heads.

Still, it wasn’t enough to quell the curious excitement in her veins, or the sudden overwhelming desire she had to see Jax. She felt as though she hadn’t seen him in weeks or even months, rather than just a few hours.

Her lips curving up in a smile, she took a step forward.

Jax moved then too, closing the distance between them in a few long strides.

“Hey,” he said, reaching out a hand to catch hers.

“Hey baby,” she murmured, her eyes flaring at his touch. It was only the lightest brush of his fingers, yet it rocked her, sending a spiral of heat licking up her spine. She looked up at him through her lashes and ran her tongue along her bottom lip as her gaze dropped to his mouth.

Jax missed nothing, taking in the slightly dilated pupils of her eyes, the hitch in her breath when they touched, and the tip of her tongue moistening her lips. And the look on her face… he knew that look. His cock twitched.

She inched closer, placing her palm on his stomach, her hand sliding firmly on his abs under his kutte.


“Is anyone else not seeing the upside here?”

The silence in the room made the muffled sounds from the hallway seem abnormally loud. Or perhaps it was simply that they were all hyperaware of what was likely taking place.

“I mean, Jax is going to… uh, is reaping some serious benefits.”

Chibs shot an exasperated look at Tig.

Juice put his head down on his arms on the table.

Another awkward stillness descended until a soft feminine cry, muted and low, again broke the silence.

“Really? Even after that, no comment?” Tig prompted, leaning back in his chair and looking around the table. “Huh? Not at all?”

Bobby sighed and debated closing the door.

Chibs lit a cigarette.

Several minutes later, Jax closed the door and joined them, taking his place at the head of the table.

No one spoke. They sat in silence, varying degrees of uncomfortable and aroused. This was not a topic that had been discussed at the table before.

“How’s Tara?” Bobby finally asked.

Horny? Like a cat in heat? Incredibly hot?  Jax shot his VP an irritated look. He had just finger-fucked his wife in the club hallway because she wouldn’t wait long enough to go somewhere more private. What should he say, how she was?

Bobby shrugged one shoulder. He hadn’t meant he wanted details.

“I’ll take Tara home.” Jax said finally, running one hand over his face to stroke his beard. He glared at Tig. “You. Take the boys in Tara’s car.”

“Uh, boss, are you sure you want the kids tonight… I mean… ” he trailed off under the SAMCRO President’s intense scrutiny. “You’re going to be kind of busy and all…”

Chibs brows lifted and he sighed.

Juice ran a hand over his head, tracing the path of his mohawk. “I could uh… call Gemma.”

Jax shifted in his chair. The last thing he wanted to do was explain this to his mother.  He wasn’t even sure how he was going to explain it to Tara. He put one hand flat on the table and looked at Chibs, as if searching for guidance. The Scot shrugged.

Swinging his gaze back to Juice, Jax asked, “How long does this… stuff… last?”

Juice shrugged. “Depends on the dose I guess.”

All eyes turned to Tig. Reaching in his pocket, the dark haired biker pulled out a small clear packet and slid it across the table.

No one moved. They stared at the bag of reddish brown seeds as if Tig had thrown a dead rat on the table.

Finally a wide-eyed Juice spoke. “Uh… a few hours, give or take.”

“Jesus Christ.”  Jax exhaled. Despite his conflicted feelings, his cock throbbed in anticipation.

Tara sighed and languidly buttoned her jeans.  She adjusted her top and pulled her bra back in place, the tactile sensation of the slick material rubbing against her still peaked nipples rekindling the heated fires of lust.

They had been going to check on the boys when she impulsively tugged on Jax’s hand, stopping him in the hallway for a kiss. At the first touch of his lips on hers, a wave of carnal passion washed over her with such intensity that she tossed any remaining attempts at control into the wind. She ran her hands up his arms, twining them around his neck as she straddled his thigh, undulating her hips against him and seeking to ease the throbbing ache between her legs.

She vaguely recalled whispered words to wait, but her need for him had been too urgent. She didn’t care that they were in the hallway where anyone might happen upon them and she didn’t want to wait. She needed him, now.

When Jax finally relented, settling his hands on her hips and guiding her movements, fierce, uncurbed lust raced through her body. She kissed him eagerly, her tongue moving in parry and thrust with his, mimicking the very movement she craved.  She reached between them to run her hand along the hard length of his cock, as she sought with singular focus, the very thing that would ease the burning ache inside her.

Jax pushed her hand away and walked them forward, pressing her back against the wall. Muttering a small curse, he roughly jerked on the buttons of her jeans, pulling them open. Palm flat, he slid his hand down her stomach and into her panties. He muffled her soft cry with his kiss as his fingers swept over her clit, then lower, curling inside her.

She rocked fitfully against his hand as he stroked and massaged, manipulating her with skillful expertise. She whimpered softly, unaware of anything but Jax, his exquisite fingers, and the voracious sexual craving overtaking her.

She helped when he shoved at her tank top, pushing it along with her bra strap down her arm until she bared one rosy nipple. Her eyes half closed when his fingers brushed over the hard peak then tweaked it firmly. When he nuzzled his face in her neck, biting at the sensitive skin beneath her ear, a low moan of pleasure escaped her lips.

Tara clutched at him, burying her face in his shoulder, her fingers digging into his arms as the agonizing pleasure finally broke. A low keening cry escaped her lips as her climax tore through her body in a feverish rush.

Panting softly but temporarily satiated, she watched him under her lashes when he withdrew his fingers and licked her sticky sweetness from them, tasting her. It sparked another wave of lust and she wondered if he would take her there, against the wall, and she wanted him too, so desperately. She tried to shimmy out of her jeans, but he grasped both her hands in one of his, halting her efforts.

He kissed her cheek and whispered a promise against her ear that he wanted to help her take them off – at home. But first he had some business to take care of. Five minutes.

Pushing away from the wall, Tara shivered.  She went to check on the boys and collect their things. She didn’t want any delays.

Five minutes.

Tara wanted to offer more of a protest when Jax told her that one of the guys would bring the boys home in her car but the very thought of being next to him on the bike, her breasts against his back, her thighs around his hips and the vibration of the Dyna’s powerful engine between her legs, and all thoughts and protestations that came with being a respectable wife and mother drifted away.

She took the helmet from him and put it on.

“Jax, hey, one more thing, uh, before you go,” Tig stopped the club President as he was pulling on his gloves.

Jax acknowledged him with a slight lift of his chin.

“I just thought you uh, might want this,” Tig offered the two items he held in his hand.

Jax stared, one brow lifting questioningly. He recognized the powder as the remainder of the aphrodisiac, but not the bag of blue pills.

“The rest of the aphrodisiac stuff, and you know, some…” Tig leaned in closer, his voice low. “Viagra. In case you uh, need some help to… keep up.”

With an incredulous look, Jax shook his head.

“You sure? Because-” Tig started to ask, but trailed off, trying hard not to look at Tara, who was now rubbing her body against her husband like a cat in heat.

“I’m sure,” the SAMCRO President confirmed, wrapping his arm tight around his wife to hold her still against him.  “Just take care of my boys.”

The minute they got off the bike, Jax drew Tara hard against him. The ride home had been a test of his of his control – with Tara’s thighs gripping his hips tightly, her breath and lips hot against his neck, and her hands roving over him intimately, he’d almost considered stopping and bending her over his bike to satisfy his lust. He hadn’t yet ruled that out; his cock was now so hard he ached.

With a soft sound of pleasure, Tara pressed her body to his in flagrant invitation as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his head down to hers. Several long and heated kisses later, he slid his lips along the smooth column of her neck and murmured, “What do you want, babe?”

Tara’s lashes fluttered and she opened her eyes. “I want you inside me now,” she whispered heatedly, pressing her hips ardently against him, wanting to feel his hard length. She was beyond aroused, beyond ready. She reached for the buttons on her jeans, ready to remove any impediment in fulfilling her near ravenous need, at the same time she reached for his cock.

Grabbing her hand, he yanked her along behind him; on second thought, his driveway was a bit too public even for his current state of arousal.

Tara had only just closed the door behind them when a strong arm curved around her waist, spinning her around. Jax pulled her against him, her back to his chest. His hands roved over her roughly, pushing up her shirt and bra to explore the rounded mounds of her breasts, teasing the hard aching peaks of her nipples with his fingers before dipping down to trace the curve of her hips.

“Now let’s take these off,” he said, his lips close to her ear as he yanked open the buttons on her jeans for the second time in as many hours. Her breath coming in soft pants, she impatiently helped him tug them down. Her lace thong followed. She felt his hands caressing her bottom, his fingers slipping between her legs.

Pressing a hot, nipping kiss to the back of her neck, Jax murmured. “Bend over, babe, so I can fuck you.”

Bracing her hands against the door, Tara leaned forward. She heard him unhook his belt buckle and unzip his pants, the soft sounds only heightening her anticipation. The rough denim of his jeans brushed her thighs as she felt his knee nudge her legs, easing them further apart. She bit her lip and arched her back when she felt the hard, velvety tip of his cock nudge her wet folds. She sucked in her breath when he thrust forward, filling her in one move, his hands tight on her hips.

Jax paused, his muscles tensed. She was so hot, so tight… God, he was hard.

Impatiently, she rocked back against him, urging him on with suggestive, heated whispers. In response to her demands, he rode her hard, moving in a steady, driving rhythm.

She was lost to everything but the increasing pace of his movement, pushing her ever closer to that steadily beckoning peak of pleasure. Her pulse raced and her breathing grew ragged as they moved together. Harder and faster, he thrust until the whirling ecstasy finally broke and a low guttural sound escaped her lips. With an uncurbed, hammering abandon, he joined her in climax, his arms wrapping around her so tightly he could feel her melting into him.

Tara tossed her bra in the general direction of the floor where her shirt had gone moments earlier. Her jeans and panties had been abandoned somewhere near the front door. She crawled up the bed slowly, enticing Jax with the graceful sway of her bottom and the teasing glimpse of the wet pink flesh between her legs.

She switched on the lamp then turned, flipping over on her back. Leaning up on her elbows, she watched him as he followed her into the room. He was still dressed, and she was impatient to see the firm, muscled body she knew was hidden under the layers of kutte, sweatshirt, and jeans.

“Hurry, baby,” she whispered softly, bending her knees and putting her feet flat on the bed. Slowly she parted her thighs, one hand sliding between them and trailing provocatively over her lush wet folds as her other hand curved over her breast. Her eyes partially closed and her hips writhed slightly against the teasing touch of her fingertips on sensitive places.

With her legs spread wantonly and her pleasuring herself, she was a picture of pure, unadulterated lust.  Jax watched the explicit movements of her hands with avid interest, his previously content cock stirring again to life.  With such a presentation before him, he was in no hurry as he undressed, his clothes joining hers in random order on the floor.

Tara quickly became lost in carnal sensation, rampant desire raging in her every nerve. Her motions increased gradually in both speed and pressure until she tensed, then sighed softly, reaching another shuddering orgasm.

She opened her eyes lazily to find him watching her, his fingers moving with practiced ease up and down his now hard cock.

“Mmm… sorry. Couldn’t wait,” she murmured unapologetically, her gaze fixed on the steady motion of his hand. She ran her tongue over her lips, moistening them.

“I could see that,” Jax replied softly, putting one knee on the mattress. Reaching out, he grabbed her ankles and yanked her down the bed toward him.

Leaning over her, he licked a wet path around one taut pink nipple before his mouth closed over it and he began to suck with hard, exquisite pressure.

“Feels so good,” she breathed, her hands coming up to tangle in his hair and hold him close.  Liquid heat surged through her body with each firm pull of his lips, his fingers alternately squeezing and tugging the hardened peaks in turn.

She mewled softly in disappointment when he eased back, but sighed in pleasure as he traced a path down her stomach with teasing licks and rough nipping bites.

Hooking her thighs over his forearms, Jax pulled her a closer as he spread her legs. “Jesus, you are so wet,” he murmured softly, his gaze roving over the lush and swollen wet folds now exposed to his gaze.

Raising her arms over her head, Tara arched her back and lifted her hips in invitation. A soft breathy moan escaped her lips when his tongue finally touched her, brushing lightly over her clit.

“Jackson… please…” she whined softly, rocking her hips and hoping to entice him further. She wanted more, now.

He looked up at her, his lips quirking into a smile. She only ever called him by his full name with he was face down in her pussy. God forbid she ever call him Jackson on any other occasion; his cock would probably spring to attention.

With an impatient sigh, Tara tangled her fingers in his hair and urged him closer. He willingly complied, using the talents and expertise he possessed as a man very experienced in oral sex to please her.

She moved against his mouth, half burning with ache, half inundated in bliss. The molten pleasure flooded her senses, crawling along her spine in self-centered, all consuming demand.

He had two fingers in her wet heat, his tongue lapping at her clit the first time she came. Not allowing her any respite, he then took the taut nub between his lips and sucked, gently at first, then rougher and with increased pressure. When she came again moments later, her soft breathy cry echoed through the room.

Skittish to the touch and unsure if her senses could take any further stimulation, Tara rolled away from him as she rose up on her knees. She reached for him and urged him up on the bed.

Jax grunted softly and a whoosh of air escaped his lips when she surprised him by tumbling him on his back. With her hands on his shoulders, she leaned over him and ran her tongue over his lips tasting herself, before pressing her lips to his in a long slow kiss full of carnal promise.

Lifting her head, she nibbled his earlobe, and trailed wet, open-mouthed kisses down his neck, and over his chest. Her lips found his nipple, sucking it between her teeth.

He jerked slightly when she wrapped her hand firmly around his cock. Her lips closed over him then and she began to lick slowly, teasingly, her tongue warm and wet. She moved with deliberate slowness, concentrating on his pleasure, wanting to  return the same intense sensations he had given her.

Burying his fingers in her hair, Jax cradled her head as he urged her forward, encouraging her to take him deeper into her mouth and the back of her throat. His hips moved subtly in response to the motions of her lips and tongue. Tara bobbed her head in a rhythm that she knew would test the limits of his control. She exalted in the soft grunts and gasps of pleasure she was able to wring from him. It was heady and intoxicating to know that she could affect him so powerfully; that she had dominion of the intimidating biker as no one else ever had or could.

She stopped without warning, ceasing before he lost himself in the hot, wet feel of her mouth. In the next second, Tara was straddling his hips, his cock buried deep inside her. Her hands moved in leisurely exploration over his shoulders, along his arms.

Sliding her fingers through her long, dark hair, she fluffed it to drape over her shoulders. She studied him under her lashes as she began to move, her hips undulating provocatively. She trailed her fingertips along the curve of her breast, then teasingly back and forth over one peaked crest before continuing slowly down her stomach to slip between her legs where their bodies were joined.

Tara reveled in the mesmerized look of enchantment on his face, but she wanted more, she wanted to take him to the very edge. She wanted to make him lose control, and she wanted him over her, hard, fierce and urgent.

When she leaned forward to bite at his bottom lip, raking it with her teeth, his hands came up to her breasts, teasing the taut peaks of her nipples with gentle tugs. She kissed him eagerly, a hungry kiss that grew quickly in intensity, her tongue twining with his. When their lips parted, she sighed, and licked a wet path along his neck, biting and sucking.

“I love how you feel inside me,” she purred softly, sitting back as she continued ascending and descending in a bewitching rhythm that both teased and tormented. “I love your body.”

His lips curving up into a smile, Jax pushed his hips upward to meet her each time she lowered down.

“I love your cock.” Dropping her head back with her hands on her thighs, she concentrated on the feel of him between her legs, his hard length filling her completely as she moved with steadily increasing urgency. Tara sighed softly, reveling in the untamed sensations racing through her body.

“I love you.” Her voice was a deep, husky whisper as she was trembling on the brink of ecstasy so intense she was sure she was going to shatter into dozens of tiny pieces.

“Mmm… love you babe,” he murmured, his eyes drifting over her meaningfully.

When she next rose up again, Jax caught hold of her hips, stopping her descent so that she was poised on the tip of his cock. She was so wet he could feel the liquid heat slide down his hard length as she hovered over him.

Breathless and panting, she whined softly, a tiny opulent sound of pleasure.

“Go slow,” he commanded softly. He relaxed his hold, allowing her to sink down slowly. “You feel so damn good.”

With the smallest nod of acquiescence, she did as he asked. Eyes closed tightly, she braced her hands on his chest as she moved with a slow, rocking undulation that clenched his cock and made him groan. He took a deep breath, working to maintain control over his own surging passion.

Tara moaned softly when he reached up with one hand, tugging firmly at her nipples. With his other hand, he continued to guide her hips in slow, steady cadence. Lowering his hand, he traced a teasing path over her abdomen. Long, questing fingers delved between her thighs. His fingers seized her clit, rubbing and manipulating it expertly.

“Come for me, babe,” he entreated, his voice coming to her as a silky, enthralling vibration.

“Yes.” she whispered, grinding her hips in lush, sensuous undulations against his deft fingers as he drove her steadily closer to the wild rapture gripping her senses.

He moved his hand from her hip to glide over her bottom, before dipping his fingers between her firm cheeks. When he pushed one finger up the tight channel of her ass, she gasped and quivered as a heated jolt of sensation whipped through her body.

“Baby… don’t stop…” she murmured in needy whimper, rocking her pelvis in feverish desperation against the combined pleasure of his cock and his fingers. Squeezing her eyes shut, she bit her lip as the delicious tremors began.

Bracing his feet, he surged upward to meet her almost frantic thrusts.

When he felt the lush, shuddering convulsions of her orgasmic spasms surround him, Jax clenched his jaw to hold off his own release. He worked her with his fingers, wanting to drag every nuance of carnal sensation from her body.

When the rippling waves of pleasure finally slowed, Tara opened her eyes to look down at him with a half-lidded gaze.

“Now Jax. Fuck me,” she said, her voice husky. “Hard.”

Her demand struck him in the most elemental way, and he suddenly wanted to possess her, to dominate her, dominant male to submissive female. He pulled her down on him and rolled with athletic grace to pin her beneath him. He caught her hands in his, his fingers threading through hers as he pressed them back to the mattress above her head.

He kissed her deeply, his tongue searching her mouth. Tara wrapped her legs around his hips as he pushed forward, his thick hard length stretching her, as he began a hard, slow rhythm.

Tara basked in his assertive strength, the friction of his body on hers igniting her hunger for him again.

Releasing her hands, he braced himself on his elbows. He rocked against her as their senses reeled, their minds feverish with lust. She arched her hips, her hands raking across his back. She clung to him with desperate yearning, wanting this time for them to reach the pinnacle of ecstasy together.

Jax moved with a ferocity that he could no longer control, but she met him thrust for thrust, her need matching his. The staggering force of his climax was the catalyst for hers. He poured into her with an explosive rush, releasing his seed into her body and bringing them both to that next tumultuous peak.

When she felt the tickle of his beard on the sensitive skin of her neck, Tara stirred groggily. Her first thought was that she was glad he was still home… all too often he left early, even when he came home late. She moved, snuggling back into his arms. Her next thought was that she was sore… everywhere.

She sighed. The events of the night began to come back in bits and pieces… she remembered waiting for Jax at the club, the ride home on the bike… kisses in the driveway…

Her eyes snapped open. That had been…well…  pretty damn incredible

“Babe?” he murmured tiredly, his eyes still closed. He tightened his arm around her, pulling her closer and burying his face in her hair.

She groaned softly and closed her eyes. “The boys?”

“They’re fine. The guys are bringing ‘em home soon.” He’d checked his phone just before he fell asleep – text message with updates every hour as mandated. Diapers changed, Thomas fed… they were fine.

She’d left her boys at the club? With the guys? She groaned again.

What happened? She hadn’t been drinking…

Oh… shit. Another groan escaped her lips. She had not gone back on the pill yet after Thomas.

“You okay?” Her soft sounds of distress were starting to worry him. Were there side effects to the drug?

“Babe?” he prompted again.

Tara sighed and rolled, forcing Jax on his back so she could rest her head on his shoulder. She slid one hand lightly back and forth over the muscles of his abs. Tilting her head back, she looked up at him.

“Oh, God, sorry,” she groaned apologetically as she buried her face in his shoulder.

“What? Why?” He finally opened his eyes to look at her.

“I… you… you have a mark,” she answered, her cheeks flushing slightly. Not just a mark, but two overlapping darkened oval bites along the side of his neck.

His lips curving up in a slight smile, Jax brushed a kiss against her hair. Closing his eyes and dropping his head back to the pillow, he pulled her head back down to his shoulder. “I’ll survive.”

Tara sighed heavily, imagining the barbed comments she was going to hear from his mother. She’d given Gemma’s shit about the very same thing just a few days ago.

“Jax, I-“ she paused, uncertain what to say. She knew she had not been herself, she’d been drugged but she didn’t know how or why.

“You drank Tig’s version of Spanish Fly.” He offered in explanation, his fingers lightly tracing the bare skin of her shoulder.

“What?” She tipped her head back again so she could look at his face.

“He put it in the concoction that Juice made. The one you drank,” he murmured. “Juice didn’t know when he gave it to you.”

“Oh.” Tara settled back against him as she digested that explanation and the implications. “I guess I’ll have to put Thomas on formula for a few days.”

“Hm. Yeah.” Jax murmured sleepily.

“Jax?” She trailed her fingers along his ribs.

“Yeah, babe?”

“We weren’t exactly… careful.”

He smiled, his eyes still closed, his arms tightening around her. “I hope it’s a girl. Dark hair, green eyes… strong and beautiful, like her mother.”

Tara laughed softly at his casual acceptance of the possibility, dropping a kiss on his chest just over the strong beat of his heart. He’d never made it a secret that he wanted another baby, wanting to be around this time for her pregnancy and the baby’s birth. She was the one who insisted that they should wait at least a year or two.

“Was it… I  mean, are you…” she paused, uncertain how to ask the question.

“Babe, it was amazing. You’re amazing,” he replied, as if reading her unspoken thoughts. He leaned up to press a tender, lingering kiss on her lips. He wasn’t going to let the guys completely off the hook, but he was going to find some way to thank them for one of the most incredible experiences of his life.

“Mmm… yes, it was,” she fairly purred in response, her fingers resuming their idle wandering along his chest and abs.



“Do you think… do you… would you want… is there any more?”

The End.