Whiskey

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Waking up the next morning, I walk into the kitchen and see Gemma sitting at the table drinking coffee. "Good morning baby." she says. "Morning Gemma." I say as I get my own cup of coffee. "How'd you sleep?" she asks. "Better than I have in a long time. Thanks again Gemma. I don't know how I'll repay you." I tell her. "You're family now baby and we take care of family." she tells me. I lean over and kiss her cheek and say "You remind me a lot of my mom. She was always taking care of me and my dad. Well, pretty much anyone she thought needed it." I tell her. "I'll take that as a compliment." she tells me laughing. "You should. She was amazing. I really miss her sometimes." I say and start to get sad. She pats my hand and says "Well, we're all here for you baby." she says.

We head out to the office and she shows me what I will be doing. Having me enter invoices from the previous days and then filing them while she handles the items for the current day. "I'm going to go get lunch. Think you can handle it while I'm gone?" she asks. "I think so." I say. "If you need anything, yell for one of the guys." she tells me. "Okay." I say. She heads out the door and I hear the radio station change in the shop to a country station and I can't help but smile. If My Name Was Whiskey by Carly Pearce comes on and I can't help but sing along. I didn't think I was singing that loud but by the time the song is done, Juice, Jax and Tig are standing there at the office door listening. I turn and see them and just about jump out of my skin. "Oh shit." I say. "Didn't mean to scare you Princess." Jax says. I shy away a little and Tig heads back to work and so does Jax but Juice stays and walks further into the office. "You said you liked to sing but you didn't say you were good. That was beautiful." he tells me as he sits on the couch. I blush a little and he notices. "You should sing more often." he says. "I just liked that song." I say softly. "Then I'll have to play it more often." he tells me and I look at him. "You know, I've heard that song a hundred times but it never sounded as good as when you sang it." he says. "Juice..." I start but he walks over to me and says "Better get back to work...Whiskey." he says before kissing my cheek and walking back to the garage, leaving me standing there shocked.

Gemma pulls on to the lot and Jax and Tig walk over to help her with the food. The Prospect walks over and says "Head into the clubhouse and eat. I'll watch the office." I shake my head and say "I got it." He tells me "Gemma will have my ass if you don't eat. Head on in." he tells me. "Thanks." I say as I head into the clubhouse.

As I walk in, Juice sees me and pulls out the chair next to him. "Come on Whiskey. Time to eat." he says. I walk over and take the seat next to him and he hands me my food. I look down at it and he leans over and says "You need to eat." I nod and take a bite of my burger. Gemma looks at me and asks "Why did he call you Whiskey?" I blush a little and Tig says "Because of the song she was singing while you were gone. Princess here has a voice on her." he says and I blush even more and start to shy away. Juice says "Beautiful voice." before kissing my cheek. I don't say anything but see Gemma and Clay smiling at me.

I finish eating and say "I better head back to work." before kissing Gemma's cheek and heading back to the office. A couple of minutes later, Gemma walks in and closes both doors. "You okay Sweetheart?" she asks. "I think so." I say but don't look at her. She moves to the couch and tells me "Come here baby." I walk over and sit next to her and she takes my hand in both of hers. "Honey, you can relax here. Anything you want to do, you can do. You don't have to shy away. And if you're as good of a singer as they said, you should be proud of that." she tells me and I nod my head. "Now, tell me what's going on with you and Juice." she says. I shake my head and say "He's just being nice I guess." I tell her. "Well, that's bull shit." she tells me. "I think he's sweet on you." she says. I shake my head and say "He shouldn't be. He could have pretty much any girl, why would he be sweet on me?" I ask. "Honey, you're a beautiful girl. You have the right curves, beautiful face, long curly hair. You're beautiful baby. He'd be crazy not to be." she says. "I can't Gemma." I tell her and then it hits her. "Baby, have you ever been with a guy before?" she asks. I shake my head no. "Have you at least kissed a guy before?" she asks and again I shake my head no. "I was eleven when mom died. Dad kept me pretty close wouldn't let me have friends much less a boyfriend." I tell her. "Oh honey. Well, then he would be the perfect one for you." she tells me. "Gemma, I wouldn't know what to do with him." I tell her. "Honey, let me tell you something about Juice. He's a sweet guy. He'll take things as slow as you need to." she tells me. "I wouldn't do that to him. He's just being nice." I tell her as I look back down at my hands. "Well, time will tell." she tells me.

After work, we head into the clubhouse and Clay asks "How old are you baby girl?" I look at him and say "Twenty-Three." He smiles and says "Prospect, give us all shots." and he does as he's told. Everyone walks up to the bar and takes the shots and Juice walks up and stands next to me, putting his hand on the small of my back. I look at him and he kisses my cheek. We all hold the shots and then Clay says "We've all had shit happen that we didn't think we'd get past but we did and you will too sweetheart. You're one of us and any one of us in this room would do everything we can to protect you and be here for you. Welcome to the family baby girl." as he holds his shot up to me and so does everyone else. We all take the shots and the Juice leans close and says "I'm really glad you're here." I look at him and ask "Can we talk?" and he nods.

We walk out to the picnic table by the boxing ring so that we can talk alone. Sitting on the top, he sits next to me and I say "I want to thank you for being so nice to me." I tell him and he looks at me but I am looking at my hands that are in my lap. "We're glad you're here." he says. "Can I ask you something?" I ask. "You can ask me anything." he says. "Um...you've been really nice to me and making me feel like I belong here and I appreciate that but can I ask why?" I ask. "I like you. Something about you makes me want to be close to you. To protect you. To be with you." he tells me and I shake my head no. "What is it?" he asks. I feel tears threatening to fall and I say "Juice, you don't want that." I say. "Why don't I?" he asks. I wipe the tear that escapes and he stands up from the table and stands in front of me. Putting his hands on my knees and it's surprisingly comforting. "Talk to me Misty." he says. I feel more tears fall and he cups my face and wipes them away with his thumb. "Juice, I've never..." I start and he stops me. "Baby, we'll take things at your pace. Take shit a day at a time." he tells me. "It's not just that. I've never...I've never even...kissed anyone before." I tell him. Still cupping my face, he puts his forehead to mine and whispers "Can I be the first?" I nod my head slightly and he presses his lips to mine and my hands go to his wrists as he deepens the kiss just a little. Slipping his tongue into my mouth, he slowly and gently caresses my tongue with his and it's the most amazing feeling. As he deepens the kiss, he steps closer in between my legs and I just enjoy the kiss. When we separate, neither of us say anything for a minute and I finally whisper "Thank you." He stands up straight and wraps his arms around me and I just put my head on his chest and wrap my arms around him. I feel him kiss the top of my head and say "I got you Whiskey." and I can't help but smile.