Shatter The Glass - Jax Teller

twelve

Jackson talked Unser into letting Sophia off the hook but only if she hit a couple CA meetings to help her problem before it spirals into something worse.

"Hey, Soph." Jax says as he pulls up an oil drum next to her while she's working on her car again. "How're you doing?"

"Grand." She mumbles around a wrench. "Oh, your mom invited me to some picnic with everyone."

"It's a fundraiser." Jax says with a little bit of 'tude. "God forbid you call the damn thing a picnic-"

"What is it?"

"Taste of Charming. She puts it together to raise money for businesses around town. It's like a carnival but mature, I guess is the way I'd fuckin describe it."

"How charitable." She hums back, her nose twitching slightly. "We're going together."

"Together like boyfriend-girlfriend together?"

"Yep. We've been dating for almost a year." She gives him a smug grin. "What? You gotta another girl you've been fucking around with?" She teases.

"Yeah, I kinda told her I was outta town." He jokes back, leaning over to kiss her cheek. "I'll pick you up around eight." He tells her as he heads back to the clubhouse.

"The thing doesn't start until like ten!" She shouts after him.

"Eight!" He chuckles, disappearing into the clubhouse.

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Sophia laughs as she hooks her arm around Donna's, the two walking to Samcro's booth to see Gemma. The boys are off doing some chit chatting amongst themselves leaving the girls doing their own thing.

"Hey boys." Sophia smiles as Jax and Ope walk toward them.

"I'm gonna steal her away from you for a moment." Jax grins, taking Sophia's hand.

He slings his arm around her shoulders as they start walking around the fundraiser. Sophia puts her hand on his stomach. "Let's go to the photo booth." Jax chuckles. "Lemme give you a quick handjob." He licks his lips as he gives in, ducking into the photo booth with his girlfriend.

Several minutes later, Jax nudges Sophia out of the photo booth then zips up his pants, a relaxed smile covering his face. "Awe." Sophia huffs as she squints at the strip of black and white squares. "I can barely see it."

"Gimme those." Jax snags them and tears a couple squares off.

"Gimme another dollar, I'll go back and finish myself off." She chuckles against his neck before pressing her lips to a mark she left on his tan skin.

"Hey." Tig nods, waltzing towards them.

"Tigger, love the face paint. Where did you get that done at?" Soph asks, pointing at the blue glitter paint that swirls around his eye and cheek.

"The booth next to Bobby's." He garbles with a mouthful of chili from the basket in his ringed hand.

Sophia looks up at Jax. He smiles down at her before his face turns to one of playful fear. "No." He immediately says.

"C'mon."

"No- No way!"

"Jax-"

"There is no way in hell the VP of a biker-"

"I'll give you a blowjob when we get home."

"Where's the booth?"

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