Living with the Club

Family Dinner

Veronica woke after several days spent with Juice in his bed. She felt important for once in a long time and she was interested to see where the relationship would go from here. She noticed Juice was in the bathroom. She stood and slipped on his Son's T-shirt. Juice came out soon after.
"Gemma is having a family dinner tonight," he told her.
"Yeah?"
"Are you up for it?"
"Do you want me to come?"
"I do. Gemma seemed to want to catch up as well," he told her.
"Alright, I'll go."
He smirked, approaching her and giving a long kiss. Her hands found their way around his neck and his around her waist.
She smiled against his mouth then pulled away.
She left him staring after her.
She grabbed her phone and plugged it into the stereo. She pressed shuffle and Somewhere in My Car by Keith Urban came on first.
"Country, really?" He asked, uninterested.
She pretended to be taken aback.
"Your stuck with it because I love it," she says and starts singing along.
"I'm stuck with it?"
She shooshed him and continued to sing.
She grabbed his hands and tried to 2 step with him but he was reluctant to move.
"Come on, have some fun," she smiled.
"Dancing is fun?"
"It came be if you let loose"
The song changes to Talking Bodies by Tovlo.
"I'll try that," he says, pulling his hands free.
He starts jumping around doing ridiculous dance moves.
Veronica laughs hard and begins to join him in his jumping.
They danced to a few more songs then he got a call. He went to his room and Veronica continued to move around.
Ride by Somo comes and she started to sing along. She knew it was a very sexual song but didn't bother to change it. Juice came back in, "this song makes me want to bone you right now but it also makes me extremely uncomfortable. How do you listen to this?" He laughs.
She shrugs.
"I have to head to the club. I'll see you at Gemma's."
"What time?"
"5:30"
She nodded and watched him go.
Veronica headed to the shower.
She took her time getting ready.
She slipped on a black dress with a long red cardigan.
She curled her hair and light make-up.
She looked at the clock, it read 5:10.
She slipped on white sneakers and made her way over to Gemma's.

Veronica was a couple minutes early but she could see bikes already lining up. She rang the doorbell and Gemma opened it seconds later.
"Hi Roni, glad to see you could make it," Gemma said.
"Me too," Veronica smiled.
They enter the kitchen.
"Do you need a hand with anything?" Veronica asks.
Gemma shakes her head.
"Help yourself to a beer in the fridge," Gemma says.
"Thanks," Veronica says getting a beer and opening it.
She watches Gemma and some old ladies take on the kitchen.
Soon after Veronica got there, there's another knock at the door.
"Do you mind getting that?" Gemma asks.
"Sure."
Veronica went and opened the door. She found Juice on the other side.
He looked her up and down.
"Hey," he said, an approving smile on his face.
"Hello there," she smiled back.
He followed her to the kitchen.
"Dinners ready! Find a seat" Gemma calls.
Veronica sits across from Juice.
"So, Juice where'd you ride to?" Jax asks.
"South, stopped at a few beaches," Juice says, looking from Jax to Roni.
Veronica is confused.
"See any nice ass?" Tig asks.
"Of course," he laughs.
Veronica feels hurt, he's lying to the club?
"When did you get back?" Roni chimes in, trying not to sound spiteful.
"Late last night," Juice says, avoiding her gaze.
Veronica was no longer in the mood for the family dinner.
She excused herself to the bathroom.
She ran her fingers through her hair.
Veronica rejoined the group and she could feel Juice's eyes on her now.

After dinner, Roni helps clean up then says goodbye. She stops at the store on the way home and buys a container of cookie dough ice cream. When she gets to Juice's, she can see his bike. She parks next to it and stares at the door for a long time. She walks inside and he approaches her right away.
"You're mad."
She waits for explanation.
"I didn't want the tests and harassment yet. I wanted to be sure where this was going first."
"Tests and harrasments?"
"They'd test your loyalty to me and harrass me for details I don't want to give."
She sighs.
"Do you want some ice cream?" She asks.
"Yeah sure," he looks at her, "you aren't mad?"
"No, it makes sense. This is new. We are figuring it out. Thats OK," She grabs two spoons and he follows her to the couch.
After awhile he sticks the ice cream in the fridge. He returns to see her braless. He smirks.
"Lay down," she grins.
He does and she gets on top of him.
She rips off his shirt, running her hands across his bare chest then they begin to kiss.
They didn't hear the door open behind them.
"Bro," Ricky's voice said.
Veronica looked down at Juice, horrified. She grabbed a shirt and covered up.
"What are you doing here?" Juice stands up.
"I needed a place to crash, my apartment is being fumed."
"Couch," Juice replied.
"So you guys we're boning during your 'trip,'" Ricky uses hand gestures.
"What are you talking about?"
"Your bike never left the driveway the last three days"
"You kept tabs on me, little brother?"
"Club asked me to check in but when I got back they said you went riding. I backed you up. Don't worry."
"You better not say a word, this is too new," he says.
"I understand, bro."
"You can sleep in my room if you promise not to snoop through my shit," Veronica chimes in.
"With you and Juice? No thanks,"
Juice and Veronica laugh.
"No, I've taken over the guest bedroom."
"Well, I'll leave you to--whatever. Goodnight," Ricky turns toward the guest bedroom.
"Goodnight, brother."
Juice turned to her and she began to laugh.
"What's so funny?"
"If your brother walked in any later, that would be two Ortiz boys to see me naked."
He shook his head, walking to his room. She followed after him, pinching his butt playfully.
"Stop," he growls.
"You're no fun," she says.
She closed the door behind them.
He runs his hand over his Mohawk.
"Juan Carlos," she tried.
He didn't turn.
Instead he stripped down to his boxers and climbed into bed.
She did similarly and plopped onto the bed on her stomach, looking at him.
"Why are you upset?" She asked, resting her chin on his chest.
"That's just not how I wanted him to find out."
"He seemed okay with it."
"Maybe I should talk to him."
"What needs to be said can be said tomorrow," she tells him.
"You're right."
"I know," she smiles.
He moves a strand of hair behind her ear and let's his hand linger on her cheek. He moves his thumb tenderly in circles. It makes her close her eyes in relaxation.
"That tattoo.." he brings up the tattoo after a few minutes.
"Which? The Phoenix?"
"Rise from the ashes or something, right?"
"Essentially yes."
He nods, now letting his hand under her shirt and feels the skin where her tattoo is.
She could get used to this.
He stops.
"Keep doing that, it feels nice," she murmurs.
"Okay," he grins, rubbing her back.
She adjusts her face, turning so her cheek was against his chest now.
Her hand reaches for his other one and he takes it without hesitation.
He thought be might be falling for this girl.