Hey Whiskey

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

The next morning, Juice and I head to the school to get my things. The principal stands at the door for me to collect the small amount of things that I had on my desk. As I am packing up, Juice is standing inside the room but doesn't say anything. "I know that the fight wasn't your fault, Miss Munson but because of the zero tolerance policy, I had no choice." the principal tells me. "I understand. I hate that it ended that way though." I tell him. "Well, here is a small parting gift." he tells me and hands me an envelope. I look inside and see that there are several recommendation letters from him and some of the teachers. "Hopefully these will help you find another job." he tells me. I shake his hand and say "Thank you. This means a lot." I tell him. We walk out of the school and Juice asked. "What were those?" I tell him "Recommendation letters to help me get another job." He smiles and says "See, it's not all bad." I intertwine our fingers and ask "Can I ask you something?" He looks at me and nods. "You're my Old Man. You stay at my house all the time anyway. Why not officially move in?" I asked. "Yeah, okay. We can head to the clubhouse now and get my things." he says. "Okay." I tell him. He lifts my hand to his lips and kisses my knuckles.

Walking into the clubhouse, we head to his dorm to get his things. My dad walks in. "Heard you lost your job?" he asked. "Yeah. Lyla attacked me and there's a zero tolerance policy. But the principal and some of the teachers wrote recommendation letters to help me find something else." I tell him. "That's good. Jax suggested Opie step away from the club for a while. Get his head straight. Lyla has been banned from the clubhouse and told if she comes near you again she'll be taken care of." he tells me. "Okay. Thanks Daddy." I say. "How are you and the little Rican?" he asked. "Me and the big Rican are fine. Seriously. We are really good. Is Lydia around?" I asked him. "Yeah, she's in the office with Gemma." he tells me. Kissing my Dad's cheek I walk outside to find his Old Lady. I see her coming out of the office as I am walking up. "Lydia, can I talk to you a second?" I asked her. "Sure baby, what's up?" she asked. "I just wanted to thank you for staying with me the other night. I'm really glad you're a part of this messed up family." I say laughing. "You're welcome sweetheart. You call me anytime you need me." she says. I hug her and Juice and I head to the truck to head home.

Walking into the house, we unpack his things and sit down on the couch. He turns on the tv but I have other plans. Straddling him, I kiss him and he responds immediately. I can feel him getting hard as I grind my center into him causing both of us to moan. Breaking the kiss, I whisper "Fuck me Juice." I hear him growl and he flips me over and hovers over me. Kissing me again, we start shedding clothes. He enters me quickly and starts thrusting in and out at a steady pace. "Harder Juice. Fuck me harder." I moan. He slams into me and I feel myself fall over the edge. Feeling my release start to come down, he flips me over and enters me from behind. Slamming into me again, he fucks me hard and fast and it causes me to have back to back orgasms before he finally reaches his release inside me. I collapse on my side and he falls right beside me on the couch, he pulls me to him. "Holy fuck." he says. "I know. I don't think sex has ever been that good. We are definitely doing that again." I tell him. Laughing, he says "Oh yeah. We definitely are."

After we catch our breaths and get redressed, we are sitting on the couch. I look at the time and see that it's time to start dinner. I get up and he grabs my hand. "Where are you going?" he asked. "I thought I'd start dinner." I say. "Nah, let's go out." he tells me. Standing up, we head towards the bike. Putting on our helmets, he drives out of Charming and to this little burger joint that has picnic tables outside and overlooks a stream. We get our burgers, fries and drinks and sit down to eat. "I know you were the counselor there but is your degree something you could use at like a hospital or something?" he asked. "Yeah. I'm even licensed to write scripts." I tell him. "Wow. So, if you wanted, you could work at a hospital?" he asked. "Yeah. That was actually one my goals." I tell him. "Why?" he asked, curious. "When I was younger, my best friend was being abused by her father and his friends. She had such a hard time that she just couldn't take it anymore and didn't feel like she had any other options so she committed suicide. We were twelve years old." I tell him. "Fuck." He says. "Yeah. But after that, I knew I wanted to get into psychology and help other people that think that suicide is their only way out to help them find ways out and to get better." I tell him. "You said that working at the hospital was one of your goals. What's the other?" he asked. "It's stupid." I tell him. "Tell me." he says, taking another bite of his burger. "I had this stupid idea when I first started college of starting a shelter or something where women and kids could go that were being abused to help them get help. To help them get out and help them get somewhere safe." I tell him. He looks at me shocked. "I told you it was stupid." I say, looking down at my fries. "That's not stupid. That's amazing." he tells me. "Thanks but that's not something I see being able to do anytime soon." I tell him.

The next day, I am at home and Juice walks into the clubhouse before time to work. He walks up to Jax and says "I need to talk to everyone." Jax nods and calls church. Once inside, they all listen as Juice speaks. "I was talking to Liv last night and she was telling me some things. One of the things that she told me about, I want to make happen for her. But I think it's something that, with our connections, we could make happen. But it would also put the club in a better light." he starts. "What did she tell you?" Jax asked. "One of the reasons that she wanted to go into psychology was because one of her friends committed suicide when they were younger." Juice says. "Yeah, Lizzy. She was Liv's best friend. Found out her father was beating and raping her. Poor girl blew her fucking brains out." Bobby says. "Fuck." Chibs says. "Yeah, well one of the things she wanted to do was to open a kind of shelter of sorts where she could help women and kids being abused to get out and get somewhere safe. I want to do that for her but I need your help." Juice tells the club. "What can we do, brother?" Jax asks. "I am going to look into some properties and see what we can find. But we'll need protection for the people that come to her. But I'll look more into what we need." Juice tells them. "Well, let's vote. All in favor of helping our Princess?" The entire table resounds with yay's.

Getting off work, Juice couldn't wait to get home. Once he walked in the door, he pulls me into a hug and kisses me passionately. "Hey baby. Not that I'm complaining but what was that for?" I asked. "I need to talk to you." he tells me. We sit down on the couch and he says "We had church today. I told the guys about your idea for the shelter and the club voted to help you. It will be all yours but we would do security and you would have access to all of our contacts to help make sure your clients are safe." he tells me. I look at him shocked. "Are you serious?" I asked. "Yeah babe. The entire club voted it unanimously." he tells me. "Thank you Juan." I tell him, kissing him. "Anything for my Princess." he says into the kiss.