Make Yourself at Home

Chapter 6

"Yeah, Dad." Amelia and Juice's giddy walk home was interrupted by a call from Tig. He'd been surprisingly unobtrusive considering he was completely against the trip. "We're great. Having a lot of fun, I'm sad to leave actually."

Juice could hear Tig's annoyance as he and Amelia entered the elevator. Pinning her against the wall he nibbled along her collarbone, his hands inching down her stomach and into her panties. She gasped, beginning to squirm and giggle, but the call continued.

"Tomorrow," she croaked out. "I don't...I don't know, Dad."

Torturing her gave both of them pleasure but Juice was enjoying the game much more than Amelia. Her desperate attempts to get off the phone were failing as Tig went on about Juice protecting her and, as usual, joking about his sexuality.

"Trust me Daddy, JC is straight." The last syllable was pitched higher than the rest as Juice used his fingers to tease her. "I gotta go." Before she actually ended the call Amelia pushed Juice off her with a grin. "You're an asshole."

"I heard what he said, I just wanted to prove him wrong. Even if he doesn't realize what he heard, in the back of his mind, he knew."

She scrunched up her nose and shook her head. "That's weird. He's my dad."

"No it's not weird, he's weird, besides, fuck him, it doesn't matter."

The bell rang, signaling their arrival, and Amelia jumped on him wrapping her legs around his waist. "Nah, fuck me, JC."

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As they had planned, Tory met Amelia and Juice in the lobby and they grabbed coffee again. It was the same table and seating arrangement as their previous meeting in the hotel cafe but with a much different feel. Tory looked worse for wear but he was walking and talking, and he got his money, so he was overall perfectly fine.

"You look like shit." Juice laughed as he stirred his overpriced coffee. "You deserved it though. If it was me I would have ripped you apart. What'd you tell my sister?"

Tory childishly rolled his eyes and huffed through Juice's comments. "Bar fight, case of mistaken identity. Not too much of a lie."

"Enough of one." Amelia said, her feelings about the whole situation clear in her tone. "You shouldn't have lied in the first place." The gentle squeeze Juice gave her under the table stifled her, she would only end up offending Tory.

"Here's the cash." Juice handed Tory the envelope. "If you get in this type of shit again, tell me. I'll clean it up for Luc but I'll make sure you don't put her or my mom in danger again. Got me?"

Trembling slightly with fear Tory took the cash and nodded. "What, you'd kill me?"

Juice would never but he nodded anyway. "I'll do what I have to, man."

"Thank you," he said sincerely, "Both of you."

"My sister is way too good for you, you don't deserve her but," Juice smiled at Amelia. "I don't deserve my girl either so I'm keeping this secret between us."

"You ever fuck up with her?" He asked gesturing to Amelia as she blushed over Juice's compliment. "I can't see you giving me a pardon if you didn't."

"No." She said quickly. "Not yet at least."

"Good luck, Tor, you're gonna need it."

Tory grabbed Juice's hand as he stood to stand. "I want you to come to the wedding. I'll talk to Luc, you have to come, man, you're family."

Without a hint of sadness in his voice Juice shook his head and said, "No, I'm not."

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It had only been a few days but Juice and Amelia felt they had been gone much longer. Their views changed, they changed and it was all for the better. The exhaustion didn't matter, as soon as they arrived back at Juice's the couple hopped on his bike and took off for the clubhouse.

As usual the men greeted him first and Juice reveled in it. He hugged each man tight, happy to be back, and went for Tig last. They embraced roughly and Juice beamed. "Love you, brother." He said confidently, more assured in his place within the club than ever. "You gonna call me a faggot?"

"Naw," Tig laughed. "Love you too, Juicy." He said, slapping him across the back with force. "Good to have you back."

"Jesus, you're both turning into wee faggots." Chibs chimmed in, eager to end the lovefest as quickly as it had started. "Let's go boys, chapel, we got work to do."

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Aww! SUPER fluff ending! Hope you guys liked that fun little Juice/Meels fluff story! :-) xoxo