Never Kiss and Teller

Sparks Fly

Jax and I sat at his house, in his living room while the boys napped. Gemma instructed him to watch me himself. I think she more then likely wanted us to figure out shit out. She had no clue about our conversation in the truck but I wasn't going to turn down the short amount of distraction from being hunted by a drug lords brother.

Resting my head on the arm rest of the couch. I stared up at the ceiling.
"When do our lives get easy?" I asked earning a huff from Jax.
"When we're dead?" He answered which I chuckled at the response.
"Are you kidding? Tara will still want to kill me in the afterlife." I realized the words that had left my mouth and I sat up quickly. "I'm so sorry, that was a lot more cruel then I meant." He waved me off.  Fiddling with the wedding band on his finger.
"I know you guys never got along. Partially, that was my fault." I shook my head, and watched him pull the ring off his finger.
"I did love her, but Tara and I were fire and water." And that statement wasn't wrong. They were and they got each other more and more worked up when they fought. "We hardly got along, and rarely were on the same page. And I already knew, we weren't going to make it married much longer." He plopped the ring on the table.
"I know you guys had your differences but doesn't everyone?" He watched me carefully.
"I guess, but that didn't mean I wasn't in love with you too. Every time you came home my gut feeling was I wasn't supposed to be with Tara."
"Jax," I blankly stated. "We can't keep circling back to the what ifs? I already have a tinge of guilt for stealing you from her and she's not even alive." Standing up, Jax walked over to the couch I was laying on. Leaning over, his hands rested on the back of the couch. Blocking my retreat.
"Then I'm making the choice I should've made before. I want you," I smiled slightly and spoke.
"I'll think about it," he looked shocked for a second and then a devilish smirk wiggled onto his face. His arms wrapped around my midsection and I was hoisted up and over his shoulder. I laughed and kicked trying my best not to wake the slumbering boys.
"Jax stop," I barked and he reluctantly set me back down. With a smile, he cupped my face with his hands. As his face inches closer to mine my heart beat felt like it could be heard through my chest.  He hovered over my lips to taunt me for just a second, then his cell phone rang. I pulled away and looked at him as he fished it out of his back pocket.
"Are you going to answer that?" He looked at the screen and chucked it to the couch.
"Nah," his smirk radiating across his chiseled features.
"Clay is going to be angry," he scoffed.
"Let him be,". He pushed me against the hallway wall. His hand tracing circles on the smallest amount of skin showing on my abdomen and the other pressed against the wall. He leaned in and planted the kiss that I had been waiting for. Not the sloppy lustful kiss we had before but a genuine one. One that meant more then just a quick fling. He broke apart and smirked at me. His eyes locked with mine then to the bedroom.
"Only if you want to?" The genuine kiss turned into lust rather fast with that offer and before I knew it. We were in a hurricane of clothing hitting the floor and the bedroom door shutting.

Pulling my shirt over my head. Jax was sprawled across the bed, watching me intently.
"Take picture, it'll last longer," I smirked at him. He was only in his boxers as he watched me.
"Maybe I will," I shook my head at him while I buttoned up my jeans.
"You're ridiculous," he leaned up and his toned muscle flexed with each movement.
"Maybe a little," he placed his feet on the floor and walked over to me.
"We should check the boys," he smiled as he grabbed my chin with his thumb and finger gentle pulling my face to look at him.
"Thank you," I snorted and pulled my face from his grip.
"I don't think you need to thank me for what we just did." He rolled his eyes at me.
"Not what I meant," he spoke.
I grabbed his chin this time to face me.
"I know what you meant. And I would do all this again if it meant helping you and the boys." He grinned and placed a short kiss on my lips.
"But I'm going to have a handprint on my ass for a while. Dude you don't need to hit so hard," he winked at me as he threw on clothes.
"You liked it," I laughed and he opened the bedroom door and on the other side stood Abel. My face flushed. How long was he standing there? Jax didn't seem phased but my guts turned. Kids shouldn't know half the stuff that goes on in the adult world. There little brains can't comprehend it.
"Hey buddy," Jax cooed and picked him up. Abel looked passed his dad and stared at me.
"Is she our new mommy?" And I found myself tongue tied.
"No buddy, she's here to help daddy." Jax and I had agreed earlier that the boys wouldn't know what was happening between us just yet. It would be too hard for them and our new relationship I guess is what we call it now, Is too new to bring them into it.
"Should we get some lunch? How about grilled cheese?" Abel nodded at my request and we headed for the kitchen.