Biker Boys

six.

I've dreamt about you nearly every night this week,

How many secret can you keep?

.....

He sat at the end of the bed, back towards me. Two large bruises on his lower back, and I could only guess what from- or what for, "Jax? Are you alright?" I asked softly. I saw his head turn, so he was looking slightly more to the side. I bit my lip and crawled slowly and placed my warm hands on his back., causing him to exhale and lean his head down.

"Sorry babe, just a lot on my mind."

My lips trailed from the middle of his back all up his spine, and then I placed soft kisses in the crook of his neck. I took my bottom lip between my teeth and ran my hands from his sides down his chest and towards the top of his boxers. I could hear a rough groan exit his throat and I smiled before pulling him so he was laying on his back, then I kissed all down his chest and stomach until I was where I wanted to be.

-

"Oh my god." I moaned throwing my head back. I gripped onto Jax's long blonde locks, making him look up at me and smirk, but I only saw it for a split second before he returned to my core. I could feel things happening now, that felt like fireworks. "Shit!" I growled gripping with one hand on his hair and the other almost tearing up the sheet on the bed.

I felt my body calm, and Jax was now on top of me. He was naked and I was only in a bra.

"You really know how to cheer a man up babe." he smirked, using the back of his hand to wipe my juices from his lips.

I bit my lip and smiled. "Glad I could help."

"Me too, but I need to go Robby, I'll see you later." I watched as he picked up all his shit and left the room. It was about 12 right now and the guys would be waking up about now; maybe that's why Jax left so quick. I shrugged and got ready for my day.

-

I got my laundry together that had been on the floor for who knows how long and threw it in the laundry bin. I felt something in the pocket of one of my jeans and I sighed, suddenly remembering I threw the picture of Jax in my pocket. I quickly pulled it out and walked to his dresser where I found it then put it back, but not before taking one more look. I didn't need that imagination of Jax anymore, because I had the real thing- I think.

I haven't talked to him much since last week. I don't know why but he has barely been here and when he is its like I'm not even there. I stripped out of my outfit I wore to school and put on a pair of black shorts and a white tank top that you could see my bra out of clearly, but no one cared about how I dressed, not even my dad. He knows guys wouldn't mess with me, because mess with the daughter of a bike gang member and you're asking for a slow death.

I giggled at the thought and walked into the main room where everyone was, and they looked happy, and like they were celebrating. My eyes landed on clay, who was smiling and that made me smile, I loved clay, and I loved when he was happy. "Robin!" my eyes landed on my dad who was walking over to me, a smile on his lips as well.

"Clay, cops-" Juice said but he was cut off by the door slamming open, and the sound of glass shattering.

I couldn't even move- I was just watching everything happen around me. A swat team was throwing everyone on the ground. I reached for my knife as a habit and my eye locked on Jax's who was across the room. "JAX!" I screamed. I watched him run to me, but it looked so slow.