Living with the Club

Fun Town

A week later, Juice decides to take Veronica to a Carnival known as Fun Town. The club would be there as well as Gemma. He got home after spending a late night at the club and looked in her room. She wasn't there, next he went to his and saw her holding the pillow he sleeps on which makes him smirk. He crawls in and hovers over top of her.
"Wake up."
She muffles a half snore.
"Roni," he says, closer to her ear.
"Shh"
"Fun Town today," he says, excitedly.
"When," she mumbles, still not opening her eyes.
"An hour."
She turns to her side, but is restricted by an arm.
She gradually opens them and veers up at smiling Juan Carlos.
"Why are you all jittery about this," she mumbles.
"I haven't been to a carnival since I was real little."
She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him down. His weight is on her now, but she isn't bothered.
His face his close to hers.
She waits for him to kiss her.
Juice knows she is waiting for a kiss, but pretends like he doesn't notice.
Her lip pouts and she frowns.
"What?" He pretended to be confused.
"You know very well what!" She says, playing mad.
"Ooh! You want these hot Puerto Rican lips?" He chuckles.
"Oh maybe not.. I didn't know you were Puerto Rican," she jokes.
"Oh shut up," they smile and he gives her a long, focused kissed.
Juice then jumps out of bed.
"Come on sweet ass, get ready," he says.
"Wait," she calls.
"What?" He turns.
"Come back," she says, patting the bed.
He crawls back in beside her.
She places her hands on his cheeks.
He stares at her, the excitement in his eyes turn serious.
She pulls his face closer.
She kisses him intensely showing him that she was ever present in this moment with him. He pulls her on top of him, running his hand down her back before his hands grab her ass.
"What's with you and my ass today," she says against his lips, smiling.
"It's a great ass. I'm just appreciating it," he tells her, chuckling.
He begins kissing down her neck.
"It's just an ass," she says.
"It's your ass."
"That makes it special why?
He moves his hand to her face which forces Veronica to drop her hands which had been there during their kiss.
"Because you're special."
"So cliché," she mocks.
"What would be less cliché?"
"If I have to tell you it's not the same."
"You are the sun"
"Is that the best you got?" She kisses his cheek.
"You drive me insane, but I can't get enough. I can't get over your kisses and the taste of your lips. Your mind makes me think harder and try to be better. You are my queen," he jokingly says the last part.
I love you Veronica thinks to herself.
"Now that--that was--just kiss me."
Juice ran his finger across her cheek.
She moved her hands to his back, under his shirt. She pretends to draw and even wrote a certain three words, but of course he probably didn't understand what it meant. He probably didn't sense the feeling of those three words.
Juice finally kissed her after feeling what she wrote on his back. Veronica probably thought that Juice couldn't recognize it even if he couldn't see it, but he could. His mind raced, his body tingled, and he knew this girl was going to rule his world.
He glances at the clock. It read 11:28.
"Quickie?" He asks, lightening the mood and his thoughts.
"That was my original intent when I called you back," she told him.
"Oh really?" He winked.

Fun Town was was very packed, but Juice still managed to get him and Veronica on several rides. He had also managed to win her a Teddy bear from one of the of the tents.
Juice gets a call at 5:15.
He grabs Veronica's hand and walks a few yards away from a crowd of people.
"Irish?" Juice said into the phone.
"Yeah okay, I'll tell Clay," Juice said.
He hung up.
"This day may be cut short for us, let's find Clay."
She frowns, unwilling to give up time with this man.
They found Clay and Gemma within five minutes. It wasn't hard because they stood out with the biker cut and all.
"Hey. The Irish are coming," Juice said as they approached and she thought of 'the British are coming.'
"Go find the others."
"Okay."
"Veronica?" Clay said.
"Yes?"
"A word, please."
"See ya," Juice pecked her cheek and ran off.
"What's up?" Veronica asks.
"You and Juice? Is that serious?"
He asks.
"We are. Not that it's any of your business."
"He's a club member, you work for the club, i'm the president. I would say it's my business. Oh yeah and I'm your father."
She rolls her eyes.
"Is that all?" She asks him.
"Yes."
"Thank you, my Lord," she mocks, bowing and walking away.
She heard Clay scoff.