Daughter of Mayhem

Boring Mechanic

-Charlie POV-

I awoke the next day to hands caressing me and lips attached to my neck. His kisses moved up to my ear and I moaned when he bit my earlobe. His hand traveled along my side and down my leg until he reached my knee and pulled it around his hip.

"Jax," I whimpered as he slowly slid into me. He moaned in my ear and then brought his lips to mine. He moved in a way that made me rip my mouth from his. "Oh, God! Didn't you get enough last night?"

"Never," he sighed in my ear. "Are you complaining?" I heard the smile in his voice and he accentuated his words with a thrust that had me moaning and gripping his back.

"Not at all. You can wake me up this way any time."

"Mmm...I ached to be inside you all day yesterday. I'm going to take every opportunity to — oh God —"

"Yes, take all the opportunities," I cried out.

For the next several minutes, we spoke no more, losing ourselves in each other. When we were finished, I laid with my back against his chest and his nose buried in my hair. I ran my fingers gently over the arm that was holding me and burrowed closer.

"I love you," I whispered. He moaned softly and squeezed me tight for a second and then loosened his hold slightly.

"I love you, too."

"I don't know what got into you the last few hours but, I certainly enjoyed the hell out of it." He intertwined his fingers with mine on the arm wrapped around my middle.

"Nothing really got into me. I just... my son is going to be okay. I have you and I never thought you would give me another chance after I fucked up so bad the first time. Those are the good things."

"There are bad things?"

"A couple but, nothing really worth mentioning. The good outweighs the bad." I hummed a response and we laid there, content. A hint of sunrise was peaking through the windows and suddenly, a thought hit me. My heart began to race and I was becoming increasingly short of breath. He noticed the change immediately. He always did.

"Tell me where you're mind is, baby."

"Holy shit," I muttered, struggling to fill my lungs.

"Talk to me."

"You almost died." He sat up a little and I could barely make out the outline of his face in the pale light.

"No, I didn't."

"You got shot. You could have died. If you didn't have the vest on, you could have died. Or been severely hurt. And then what-"

"Hey," he said and touched my face gently, "you spiraling, baby. Everything is okay. I'm okay. Take a deep breath for me." I did as he asked, calming my erratic breathing. The feel of him, his smell, the sound of his voice all helped ground me and after a few minutes, I was able to breathe and relax.

"Sorry," I whispered.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. I didn't know the panic attacks were still happening."

"I haven't had one in a while."

"And you have one just days after you get here. Perfect."

"It's just anxiety, Jax. Not the club. Well, not entirely."

"What triggered it this time?"

"The thought of being without you."

"Not going to happen."