Old Bones | Jax Teller

And Here We Go

Jax wonders how he can have the best and yet worst sleep of his life at the same time. His back and neck ache terribly, but the seduction of sleep is too powerful to really move his body more comfortably. However, it's not like he has much space to really move and sleep has evaded him as he can feel the burning sun on his skin and the sound and movement of someone dressing.

Jax opens his ocean-blue eyes to find Kennedy leaning over from where she is perched by his side to her front seat trying to grab something. Her brown hair is mussed and knotted from their activities last night and he can see a rather large hickey on the side of her breast and neck.

Jax thinks he can even feel his own neck stiff and sore from a couple of hickeys. His hand reaches out and trails up her spine that causes her to shiver and turn to look at him.

Her eyes are tired as she smiles at him. "Sorry I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's fine, darlin'," Jax says as he leans up and cracks his back, which causes him to release a loud moan.

He can't recall the last time he slept in a car. After a few rounds outside that left both of them panting and utterly spent, Kennedy, worried about being arrested for indecent exposure, or worse, had walked back to her Jeep. There was a promise that they were going to leave until she regained some more feeling in her legs. They were going to leave, but a teasing game of one more kiss turned into him taking Kennedy in the backseat of her Jeep where they both fell asleep.

Jax licks his lips as he recalls all four rounds with Kennedy. He doesn't even know how to describe it. There was an equal battle for dominance, which he hadn't expected, but it thrilled him as she tried to take control of the kisses and the sex.

Jax also knows it was hands down the best sex he has ever had. He could feel the scratches on his back and the bite marks on his shoulder. He looks at Kennedy naked except for her underwear as she smokes a cigarette; his hands recall the weight of her full breasts in his palms and how tight her nipples became with a swipe of his thumb.

"Wild night," Jax remarks as he traces the hickey on her boob and as he leans forward he can see another one low on her neck. Jax raises his eyebrows at the three large marks that litter her skin as he wasn't one for hickeys not since high school.

"Had trouble keeping up didn't you?" Kennedy teases and his eyes narrow playfully. He knows she is referring to when she set her mouth upon him that had him begging – crying – out for her to stop as he knew that even he had a limit to how many times he could hit the sack in the row, but she didn't and he swore when he came into her mouth he went to another dimension. A whole other planet as he panted and swore as the white spots behind his eyelids ebbed.

"Maybe Bob isn't keeping you as satisfied as you think," he counters.

Kennedy raises an eyebrow at him and stubs out her cigarette as she moves to straddle his lap where somehow in the post-coitus haze he managed to slip on his boxers. She rolls her hips against him and places her hands in his hair and tugs on it gently. "Good thing I found a replacement, eh?"

Jax's hands go to her waist where he stops her movement and looks into her whiskey eyes. "Is that what this is?"

Despite declaring there were feelings between them and proceeding to show how those feelings translated physically, they didn't declare what exactly they were. Jax knows for damn sure he is not about to be sharing Kennedy with anyone. But he knows that there are many complications if they embarked on a serious relationship. There is the club and the shadow of Opie's death that hangs over them. He also has Abel.

Kennedy's hands leave his hair and a hand cups his cheeks and ghosts over his lips. "I'm not going to ask anything from you. I'm not going to keep women from your bed. Just don't lie to me about it."