Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy: Book 2

Cara Cara

Warning: contains violence and slight smut.

Jax sat on a tree stump with his journal in his lap, writing down little things on his mind so he could process and contemplate better. He'd barely had time to do this as of late with caring for Abel and dealing with the Sons drama, so this was a welcome break and Jax could feel himself slowly destress as he filled the pages. The sun was shining down on the clearing through the canopy of leaves overhead and created a kaleidoscope effect of shadows on the ground. Jax could hear distant birds chirping and the occasional rustle of leaves, but for the most part it was silent, except for the occasional little hum Lyla made as she relaxed on the picnic blanket. Jax looked up from his notes to admire her, she looked so elegant laying down on her front with her legs artfully laid out behind her, bent at the knees so her feet were raised and gently swaying as she read her book. Lyla could feel Jax's eyes on her and caught his gaze, smiling as she tossed her long blonde curls over one shoulder and patted the blanket next to her as an invitation for Jax to rejoin her and leave his perch, before she rolled onto her side.

"How's your homework comin' along, baby?" Jax asked her, getting up to his feet and putting his notebook down on the stump he'd been sitting on.

"Making me feel like I should've paid more attention in math class." Lyla quipped back, shutting the book and watching Jax walk over to her. He dropped down to the blanket, putting one arm either side of Lyla, effectively caging her against him as he kissed her temple before rolling onto his side behind her. Lyla lay back and put one of her arms under her head as a makeshift pillow whilst Jax put an arm around her and linked his fingers with hers, bringing her hand up to kiss it. Lyla felt herself swoon at the little gesture of affection, she loved it when Jax was gentle and loving with her, he brought her hand down, still linked with his and rested them at Lyla's side.

"Yeah, me and Ope never paid attention in math, sometimes we'd skip and go eat at the steakhouse in town coz' Ope was always hungry, and they had pretty waitresses."

Lyla rolled her eyes at Jax's last comment and looked up at him as he gazed down at her with a soft smile, just totally enamoured. "Now that you mention it, I could really go for a steak." Lyla said, thinking vaguely about how they could spend the rest of their free day, a steakhouse date sounded really good.

Jax smirked, lifting Lyla's hand on his and brought it behind her, guiding Lyla's delicate fingers to his crotch. "Got a porterhouse right here for you, baby." Jax teased with a raunchy smile, making Lyla giggle as she gave him a small grope before she tried to pull her hand away. Jax playfully tried to keep it there before he let her move, Lyla relinked her hand with Jax's and brought them back to her side so Jax had his arm around her again, making her feel safe and content.

"You're a class act, Teller." Lyla laughed as Jax leant over her, his blue eyes going a little darker with arousal as he cuddled closer to her. He moved his hand from Lyla's grasp and put it on the side of Lyla's face, stroking her high cheekbone and looking deeply into her glittering sea blue eyes.

"Gimme a kiss." He growled gently, the corners of his mouth turning up into a subconscious smile. Lyla beamed up at him and when Jax leant down for a kiss, she turned her head at the last second so he missed most of her lips. Jax's brow furrowed in slight confusion before he looked at the mischievous expression on Lyla's eyes and understood what she was up to. Jax tightened his grip on Lyla a little and watched as she playfully squirmed as he got closer, trying to dodge his kisses. Jax gently pinned her against him and teased Lyla before she finally relented and kissed him, humming into the kiss to show she really did enjoy kissing Jax, but she also liked winding him up too. Jax deepened the kiss, loving the feeling of Lyla's soft lips against his own and the way her hand went up to stroke his hair. He put his top leg over Lyla's and moved to lay over her, stroking his hand down her cheek to her neck, then to her chest to feel her rounded, perky breasts. Lyla gave a small breathy gasp of delight against his lips, moving her hand from behind her head to stroke Jax's cheek. Jax broke the kiss to adjust himself, straddling Lyla on his knees so he didn't crush her petite frame and looked at her hungrily as his rough hands found her flat silky smooth stomach and began pushing up her crop top.