As promised- here is Chapter 8! Thank you all for the support!

Jax's POV

It had been two weeks since Jax had seen her. Two weeks. He had tried to call, but she never answered the phone.

He pulled his bike into the driveway of the older-modeled two-story home that had once been owned by Rachel's grandparents. From his spot in the driveway, he could hear the rumbling of music from inside the house.

Jax quickly made his way to the front door. The music was now loud enough that he could hear every word.

It's been raining since you left me

Now I'm drowning in the flood

You see, I've always been a fighter

But without you, I give up

Now I can't sing a love song

Like the way it's meant to be

Well, I guess I'm not that good anymore

But, baby, that's just me

Jax knew the song. She played the same CD nine years prior. It was Bon Jovi. He briefly smiled at the memory of her belting out the words to "Living in Sin" when they were dating.

As he peered through the stained glass on the front door he could see movement in the kitchen. His hand reached for the knob. As he quietly turned the knob, he smirked when he realized the door was not locked.

The blaring rock music easily covered up any sound that Jax made while entering the house. He tiptoed around the corner and stood in the entrance of the kitchen.

Now your pictures that you left behind

Are just memories of a different life

Some that made us laugh, some that made us cry

One that made you have to say goodbye

What I'd give to run my fingers through your hair

To touch your lips, to hold you near

When you say your prayers, try to understand

I've made mistakes, I'm just a man

Jax took in the scene before them. Rachel stood with her back facing him as she stirred the ingredients she had poured together in a large, red mixing bowl. She was wearing nothing but maroon bikini underwear and an overlarge, black t-shirt. Her hair was tied up and kept in place by a white bandana that was firmly tied around her head. On the right side of her was a carton of eggs, a bag of chocolate chips, and small bottle of vanilla flavoring. On the left side of her was an empty margarita glass with a small, blue umbrella hanging on the side of the rim, and an almost-empty bottle of Jameson whiskey.

When he holds you close, when he pulls you near

When he says the words you've been needing to hear

I'll wish I was him 'cause those words are mine

To say to you 'til the end of time

Yeah, I will love you, baby, always

And I'll be there forever and a day, always

If you told me to cry for you

I could

If you told me to die for you

I would

Take a look at my face

There's no price I won't pay

To say these words to you

Jax smiled as she sung along with every word of the song. He looked at her figure as his eyes fell down to her barely covered rear. He smirked as he thought about how it had gotten larger since they had been together.

More to grab, He thought to himself.

Out of the hundreds of women he had been with, none of them had a body as perfect as hers. He had been with thinner women, women with rounder asses, women with perfect breasts… But none of them were her.

He knew he needed to make his appearance known. He was starting to feel dirty watching her-knowing she had no idea that he was there. But he didn't want to ruin this moment.

Rachel's POV

"Darlin," a gruff voice spoke behind her. "If you're going to walk around the house in your panties in the middle of the day, you should probably make sure your door is locked."

At first the voice caused her to jump. But she didn't even need to turn around to know who was behind her.

Jax's rough voice had been lodged in her mind for almost a decade.

"Hey," she turned around slowly to greet him. As she turned, the kitchen seemed as though it was turning with her. Once her eyes focused on Jax, she could see that he was standing right next to the wilting flowers on the table.

The flowers that David had delivered to her. They were mixtures of purple and red, except for the sunflower that had been placed in the middle of the assortment. Now they were fading into the lifelessness of dry brown-which Rachel felt was fitting of their relationship at this point.

David had left them on her porch only a few days after their fight. The card on it read- I'm so sorry. I love and miss you. Please come home.

But she couldn't go home. One moment she was dying to wrap her arms around her husband, and then the very next moment the thought of his unfaithfulness was repulsive.

So she drank.

And drank.

And drank.

And she prayed that if she were meant to go back to her husband, God would somehow send her a sign.

But no sign had appeared.

"What are you doing here?" she asked Jax. Even she could tell her words came out sloppy.

"I came to check on you," Jax answered. "You haven't been answering my calls. But it looks like you've been… busy."

Rachel looked at Jax and couldn't help but admire him.

"It should be illegal to be so damn handsome," she blurted out.

Jax laughed at the drunken woman.

"It is, darlin'," He told her. "That's why I've been arrested so many times."

Rachel smiled at him but looked down at the floor before gazing back up into his eyes.

"The cookies will be done in a bit if you wanna go chill in the livingroom," She turned her attention back to the cookie dough in the red mixing bowl.

"Sounds good to me, darlin'," Jax smirked. "You know I've never turned down your cooking."

Rachel stood in the kitchen holding a plate of warm cookies as she bit her lip.

Her body needed to be touched.

If her husband could screw that walking stick while they were living together, why couldn't she have some fun too now that they were separated?

She had a perfectly good man sitting on her couch.

A man she had been with multiple times before.

6-24-1997

Rachel's breathing grew heavier as Jax removed her panties in one swift motion. Her cheeks reddened as she felt his soft lips against her clit.

She had never had a guy touch her like this before. The moment she realized that she was laying underneath him completely naked, she felt a mixture of embarrassment and undeniable excitement.

Rachel gasped as she felt his tongue enter her. She dug her fingertips deep into his hair-silently begging him to continue.

She looked down at Jax and her face reddened more as she realized he had been watching her the entire time he had been pleasuring her.

She laid her head back on the pillow as a moan escaped her mouth.

Rachel could hear the sound of a woman screaming and moaning from one of the rooms next to Jax's in the clubhouse. She could hear the thumping of the moving bed. And she realized that within the next few moments she would be feeling the same pleasure as the woman screaming next door.

She felt Jax move as he came back up to face her- suddenly, she felt very unsure about what she was doing.

"Jax," her voice trembled. "Do you think we're moving too fast?"

Jax sighed as he looked into her eyes.

"No, darlin'. I don't think we're moving too fast. But if you're having doubts, we can stop."

Rachel glanced at something past Jax- too shy to look him in the eye.

"Can you just kiss on me a little more? I don't think I'm ready yet."

Without a word Jax began to kiss on Rachel's neck.

The moans from the woman next door echoed through Rachel's head.

Damn this pesky virginity, Rachel thought to herself as she enjoyed the trail of kisses Jax was placing on her neck.

She arched her back and gasped as his lips clasped around her nipple.

She closed her eyes tight.

"Jax, I'm ready now."

Jax's head popped up at her words.

"Are you sure?" He asked. "You don't have to."

"I'm sure," Rachel answered as her cheeks flushed.

Within moments, Jax's manhood was touching her opening.

"I'll go as easy as I can, sweetheart."

She nodded her head at Jax's promise-suddenly at a loss of words.

She knew it was supposed to hurt.

Rachel grimaced in pain as he slowly entered her.

Once Jax had made it all the way inside her, he waited patiently as he saw the pain written on her face.

"Are you okay, darlin'?"

Jax had never been with a virgin before.

"Mhmm," she mumbled through gritted teeth.

Jax began to slowly move in and out of her-watching carefully as her grimace faded.

With each thrust, the feeling of Jax inside of her became more bearable. Before long, Rachel found herself moaning at the feeling of Jax's chest rubbing up and down against her breasts.

The memory of the night she lost her virginity almost made Rachel drop the plate of warm cookies in her hand. She could feel the wetness in her panties that her flashback had caused.

A blush crept up on her cheeks as she rounded the corner and her eyes locked with the eyes of the man that she had just been daydreaming about.

"Here's your cookies," Rachel set the cookies down on the ottoman in front of him as she took a seat beside him on the couch.

"I always did love your cooking," Jax smiled as he reached over to grab a cookie. Rachel watched him as he took a large bite.

She observed him as he chewed on the cookie and watched whatever was on the tv.

Her thoughts began to race as she again remembered their first night together. Then her mind played through a series of flashbacks as she remembered all the times they had made love.

"What are you thinkin' about, darlin'?"

Jax's voice caught her off guard and she suddenly wondered how long she had been staring at him.

Fuck it, she thought to herself.

In one sweeping movement the drunk female had managed to straddle the man sitting next to her on the couch. She kissed him deeply as her hand rested on the side of his jaw.

As they were liplocked, Rachel could feel his member hardening against her vagina. She began to slowly rock back and forth on his lap as she felt his hands lower to her ass.

Rachel removed her lips from his as she reached to take off her shirt. She froze as she felt Jax grab her wrist-stopping her from removing the shirt.

"What?" she asked him-confused on what he was doing.

"Darlin'", Jax spoke softly. "You know how much I would love to do this. But I can't take advantage of you while you're like this."

Like this.

Rachel wanted to be mad, but she knew what he meant. She was drunk, depressed, pissed off, and crying over her husband. She couldn't blame him for not wanting sex from her in her current condition.

"Okay," she answered simply as her cheeks turned cherry-red. She quickly made her way off his lap and sat on the couch-this time a little farther away than she was originally sitting.

"I didn't mean to embarrass you," Jax's word's cut through to silence. Honestly, he wasn't even sure what to say at this point. "As soon as you sober up, if you're still feeling this way, just call me and I'll be driving back here in a heartbeat, sweetheart. I just can't take advantage of you while you're drunk."

Rachel quickly nodded- too embarrassed of her forwardness to actually speak.

"We're having a party at the clubhouse tomorrow," Jax stated as he stood up to leave. "I want you there at nine, and I want you all dolled up, alright?"

Rachel scrunched her eyebrows as she tried to think up an excuse.

"Jax, I just don't kno-"

"Listen to me, darlin," Jax cut her off. "Don't be wasting away in here because of that asshole. You are a beautiful woman. You deserve to go out and have fun for a night."

Jax paused as Rachel thought over his proposition.

"After it's over me and you can go for a ride. Please don't say no, Rachel"

Rachel's eyes locked with his.

"Okay," Rachel agreed. "I'll come to your party. But you better put out."

Jax laughed at the woman's joke, and for a moment he saw the sass that she had nine years ago. The attitude she had when she was his.

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