Disclaimer: I do not own Sons of Anarchy or any of Charming's colorful citizens, except for those born in my imagination (such as Jolene Morrow and other OCs that may pop up later).

I am in the process of revamping "Charming's Worst Kept Secret". This story is AU, with canon thrown in every once in a while to move the plot along. This chapter is 14 pages long because I couldn't bring myself to chop it up without messing up the flow. It's Rated "M" for a reason. The language is spicy and if you find steamy sex with a hot biker distasteful, please note that you have been warned.

Thanks for reading and please let me know what you think. All feedback is greatly appreciated.

Entering the convenience store, Jax took an abrupt step back as some no-neck jock, all decked out for a Friday night, nearly knocked him over on his way to the counter with a six pack of beer.

Usually, Jax didn't take kindly to assholes knocking into him without excusing themselves, but he was road-weary and bone-tired. His week-long run to Reno had him partied and pussied out. All he wanted was a pack of smokes and some aspirin to ease the pounding in his head. Hopefully, he'd be clear-headed enough to at least act like he was present, mentally as well as physically, during Church later tonight.

"Hey, Doug," The jock pushed into his Doppelganger buddy already standing at the counter as he dropped the six pack in front of Louise, the weekend cashier. "This shit hole has no Jäger and no Red Bull, man. I told you we shoulda picked that shit up in Oakland."

Doug, who had a cell phone pressed to his ear, waved his friend off as he continued his conversation with whoever was on the other end of the line.

"Two miles east, then a left onto the I-22. That's what I did." Doug said into the phone. "What interchange? Babe, you never mentioned an interchange before." From the sound of it, douche bag and friend were heading towards Charming.

"Stupid bitch," The asshole that had bumped into Jax muttered under his breath. "No wonder we got lost. The dumb hick gave you the wrong directions."

Doug glared at his friend. "We stopped for gas but should be there within the next 30 minutes."

"Yeah, and be ready to go or we're rolling without you," The asshole said, hoping he was loud enough to be heard on the other end.

Hanging up, Doug turned on his friend. "Frankie, I swear, you mess up this up for me and I will make sure Angel never sells weed to you again."

"What the fuck, man? Why you getting all bent over this bitch? I thought you said she was an easy spread." Frankie said, pulling out his wallet. "Dude, don't tell me I came all the way out to bumblefuck and I've got no chance of getting some pussy 'cause whether she's up for it or not, at the very least, she's gonna suck my dick." He warned.

Although he had no clue who the pair was discussing, douche bag here, in the expensive designer slacks, blond spiky highlights, and way too much aftershave, was making Jax's skin crawl. Trash talking with your buddies was one thing, but this bullshit was bordering on something unseemly.

"Hey," Jax said as he reached between the two jocks and slammed a bottle of Excedrin on the counter. "Easy on the language, bro. I'm sure the lady here's not interested in hearing your plans for the night, so why not just pay for the beer and get going." It wasn't a question.

"And what the fuck are you gonna do if I don't?" Frankie said, turning around a moment too late to keep the words from tumbling out of his mouth as he caught sight of Jax and his cut.

Jax quirked an eyebrow at him. "I don't think I heard you. You mind repeating that?" Jax flashed him a grin that could easily be mistaken for a snarl. The jock was as tall as Jax and probably outweighed him by a good 30 pounds, but he wasn't anything Jax couldn't handle on his own, pounding headache or not. Even if his butt buddy Doug decided to join the fray.

"Frankie," Doug started, exasperated with his friend and his big mouth. "Just pay for the fuckin' beer and let's go."

"You should really listen to your friend there," Jax advised. "Frankie." He added menacingly.

Catching the unmistakable glimpse of blood lust in Jax's eyes, Frankie quickly dropped a twenty on the counter and grabbed the beer. "Keep the change." He said to Louise as he took great care to walk past Jax and out the door, followed closely by the apparent brains of the operation, Doug.

"Assholes," Louise muttered under her breath as she picked up the money and stuffed it into the cash register.

"Were they giving you a hard time, sweetheart?" Jax asked as Louise handed him a pack of smokes without Jax even having to ask. "Cuz it sounds like I may have home court advantage. I can rough 'em up for you on my way home." He winked at her with a smile as he lit a cigarette.

Louise felt herself get lightheaded but then remembered that brains needed oxygen to function, and started breathing again. As corny as it may sound, the always polite and incredibly hot biker was breathtaking, especially when he flashed his pearly whites in her direction. Jax Teller had been coming into the Circle S at least once a week since she started working there a few months back and this was the first time he had openly flirted with her. Louise bit her lip. At least she hoped he was flirting with her.

"Nah," Louise shook her head, the curls in her strawberry blonde hair bouncing. "They're not worth it. Although, I have to say, Seattle has really changed your sister."

Jax furrowed his brow at the statement that seemingly came out of nowhere. "My sister? You mean my stepsister Jolene?" He asked and Louise nodded. "What does she have to do with this?"

Louise gestured towards the door. "Those creeps came all the way from Oakland to see Jolene. That's who the dark-haired one was talking to." She explained. "It's always the quiet ones, huh?"

Blinded by rage wasn't just a figure of speech, Jax realized. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to clear the red haze that momentarily kept him from seeing two feet in front of him. He pulled out a wad of cash to pay for his cigarettes. Not seeing and not really giving a shit, Jax peeled off several bills and slammed them on the counter next to his now-forgotten bottle of headache medicine and headed out the door.

Jax pulled into the T-M parking lot just as the garage was closing for the day. It was dusk and it looked like it was gonna be a warm and clear night. Just the perfect kind of weather to serve as a backdrop for the after-Church activities of a typical Friday night at the Clubhouse. The nice weather drew them out like flies and the parking lot was already crowded with hang-arounds and croweaters, some on foot and others on bikes or riding in cages. He had caught the eye of a group of half-dressed sweetbutts, who after a week, were itching to get their hands on him. Instead of parking his bike in his usual spot, and within their reach, Jax stopped his bike in front of Gemma, who was sitting with Luann on the picnic table, sharing what appeared to be one of her "medically-prescribed" cigarettes.

"Hey, Jax, welcome home," Gemma smiled at her son. "Just in time, too. Clay called Church to start in about 5 minutes."

"Have you seen Jolene?" He asked, at the moment not giving a flip about Church. "I stopped by the house and she wasn't home."

"That's cuz she was here," Luann replied. "We gave her a makeover. See? Doesn't she look gorgeous?" She handed Jax her digital camera with a picture of Jolene on screen.

Jax swallowed the sudden lump in his throat. Jolene was dressed to kill in a short skirt and a pair of fuck-me stiletto heels that made her legs look like they stretched for miles. She looked hot and totally fuckable. Shit, Jax cursed, hating himself as he fought the image of him running his hands through her tousled mane of black curls, as she wrapped those long legs around his waist.

"Where is she?" Jax hastily handed the camera back to Luann.

"She left close to an hour ago," Gemma responded.

"Fuck!" Jax pounded his fist on the handlebars of his bike. If he hadn't gone to the house first, he would have made it in time to catch up to her.

"Is something wrong, Jackson?" Gemma asked, somewhat perplexed by the urgency rolling off her son.

"You let her go to Oakland, on a Friday night, dressed like that?" Jax accused, incredulously. "I know she's not your daughter but damn, Mom, I thought you at least gave a shit about her."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Gemma nearly choked as she exhaled the smoke from her last toke and handed the joint back to Luann. "And what the hell are you talking about? She's on her way to Lodi for some family dinner with Donna and her parents."

"Really? Dressed like that?" Jax asked, sarcastically. "Did you even talk to Donna's folks?"

"She's 17, Jax and spent the last 6 months living in Seattle with her piece of shit mom, managing to survive intact. I think it's okay if I choose to trust that she's telling me the truth." Gemma replied, a little hurt and confused by the look of utter disappointment and disgust in his eyes.

"Well, she's not," Jax insisted. He jumped off his bike and, walking away from his mother, pulled out his cell phone. Scrolling through his outgoing calls, he found Donna's number from the last time Jolene had used his phone to call her friend.

Not surprisingly, Donna was home.

When she denied knowing anything about Jolene's plans for the night, Jax started to wonder if maybe Jolene knew exactly what she was getting herself into. Maybe this wasn't the first time she hooked up with two guys at once. The thought made him sick to his stomach and not in a brotherly way either.

Even though Jolene had come back from her mom's as someone he barely recognized, physically as well as emotionally, he knew she was still the same girl who believed they were destined to be together. Jax had never discouraged her crush on him and, although he had come close to not caring that she was his stepsister more than once, he had never taken advantage of her either. Amidst the nameless and faceless croweaters eager to throw their skirts up for a patch, the feelings Jolene had harbored for him since she was ten took Jax back to a time when he hadn't been so jaded when it came to the opposite sex. He wouldn't necessarily call Jolene innocent, not after having seen and experienced so much growing up in the MC world, but she had always seen the man behind the patch and that was something he couldn't remember experiencing before. Too bad she was still jail-bait.

Once Jax explained his gut feelings that Jolene might find herself in the kind of trouble she may not be able to handle on her own, Donna gave Jax as much information as she had.

"I knew something wasn't right with those two," Donna started, feeling guilty that she had bailed on her friend at the last minute. "I'm not saying I think they're serial killers or anything but they're definitely douche bags. They think they're better than us, especially after Jolene told them about growing up with an MC."

"Is she dating one of them?" Jax asked, remembering how the one named Doug had called Jolene 'babe' over the phone.

"Oh Hell's no!" Donna exclaimed. "I know Doug likes her but he is so not her type, Jax. Jolene just needed someone to show an interest in her and distract her from—" She stopped abruptly.

"From what, Donna? Distract her from what?" Jax asked, growing more desperate to hit the road with each word she spoke.

He heard Donna sigh heavily. What the hell? She thought. It's not like it's a secret.

"From you, Jax." Donna admitted, and hearing someone else confirm what he already knew had Jax's heart pounding in his chest. "She came back from Seattle convinced that things would be different between the two of you, but she's been a hot mess ever since the streams. She was confused and hurt when you took off without telling her. Thinks she turned you off by pushing too hard."

Shit! Donna knows.

The streams. Jesus Christ! In a moment of weakness, Jax had convinced himself to forget Jolene was his stepsister and that she was 17. He wanted her as much as he knew she wanted him and Jax had come so close to bending her over his bike. He had to physically restrain himself from letting it go that far because she didn't deserve that. Jolene wasn't a sweetbutt, so he had pushed her away, telling her he was incapable of giving her what she wanted. That he would probably just end up using her and he cared too much about her to let himself hurt her like that. He then proceeded to spend days on end ignoring her, as much as humanly possible. When that stopped working, Jax took off for Reno, for a week spent knee deep in weed, booze, and hookers, all in an effort to get Jolene out of his system. Truth was, all he managed to get out of that week was a sore dick and the realization that he did care about her the way she wanted and that he felt no guilt for feeling that way either. His only regret was stopping himself at the streams.

He had been an asshole for taking her up to the streams in the first place. Target practice my ass. Even though it had been her idea, Jax had known exactly what would happen once they got there.

"Any idea at all where they might have gone?" Jax asked.

"Last time I spoke to her, they hadn't finalized any plans," Donna replied. "But Doug had mentioned some club in Oakland called Leverage he wanted to take Jolene to and she thought they might end up there."

"You have the address?" It wasn't much but it was a start, Jax thought.

"No," Donna said. Jax cursed out loud and quickly apologized. It wasn't Donna's fault she had more sense than Jolene and had kept her ass home. "If you give me a minute, I'm sure I can find it. Hold on." She said and Jax could hear her tapping away on a keyboard. "1121 Madison Street, between Edes and Hegenberger. I hope that helps."

"That's great," Jax was heading back to his bike. "Thanks, Donna."

"Sure thing," She replied. "Hope you find her fast. Have her call me."

Jax tried calling Jolene's cell phone and fought the urge to throw a punch when it rang and went to voice-mail again. Shoving his pre-pay into the pocket of his jeans, Jax climbed onto his bike and started the engine.

"Hey, Jackie Boy!" Chibs called out to him from the Clubhouse door. "Where ya goin'? Church is like now."

Clay was sure to pitch a fit if he missed Church for a second week without a legit excuse. Although Jax had one, he didn't think it wise to share this bit of Intel with Clay just yet. SAMCRO Pres or not, he was still Jolene's father.

"Something came up that needs taking care of." Jax replied over the roar of his bike.

"Everything ok, brutha?" Chibs let the door close behind him. "I can take the ride wit ya." He offered.

"Thanks, bro. I need to handle this on my own." Jax replied before ripping out of the parking lot and heading towards the Interstate leading to Oak-Town.

Jax rode by the club twice before deciding to finally park his bike and head inside. From the look of those crowding the sidewalk, eager to get in, making it past security at the door might be easier said than done. Leverage did not appear to be a biker-friendly establishment but Jax wasn't the type to take rejection in stride. If there was a chance Jolene was inside, he was getting in, 500 lb. bouncer or not.

With his usual swagger, Jax broke through the crowd and approached the doorman with confidence. "I need to get in." Jax stated simply.

The nearly 7-foot burly bouncer with skin the color of milk chocolate looked down his nose at Jax and smirked. "I think you might be lost, Blondie. The biker bars are on the west side."

"I'm not here to party, man." Jax replied. "Or to cause trouble," He lied.

"Alright, but you still need to get on line with the rest." The bouncer advised, pointing him in that direction.

"You don't understand. I'm going in," Jax started, slipping his hand into his cut, causing the bouncer to jump back, reaching for the holster under his bursting-at-the-seams suit jacket. "Whoa, relax," Jax said, putting his hands up. "Listen, you let me in and not only will I be saving your job but I might be able to keep you from going back to Chino. To sweeten the deal, I'll even throw some cash your way."

"What the fuck you talkin' 'bout, man?" The bouncer laughed as he watched Jax peel several hundred dollar bills from the wad he pulled out of his cut.

"Well, first, you let my 17 year old sister into a club that serves alcohol. If you're down with underage girls getting in, I imagine that you'd let all types of illegal shit find its way inside, too. For a vig, that is. Right?" Jax asked, offering him the cash. "Also, judging from the ink on your hands, it's against the law for felons to pack heat, even if they are working 'security' at some yuppie nightclub. I think it's in both our best interest if you just let me in." He smiled at the glaring bouncer as he reluctantly grabbed the cash from Jax's hand.

"In and out, Blondie. You find your sister and you get the fuck out." The bouncer warned. "You cause any trouble and I will be the least of your problems." He said, pointing his thumb over his shoulder at the three equally big and menacing ex-cons serving as his back-up.

"In and out," Jax promised as he walked past the small mountain moonlighting as a human being and into the club.

Taking a moment to adjust to the flashing lights pulsating to the techno music in the otherwise dark club, Jax walked over to the railing running the length of the perimeter. The entrance to the club led to what was actually the second floor, with the dance floor on the lower level. Leaning against the railing, Jax searched the crowd below undulating to the music, moving in hypnotic unison and making the dance floor seem like a living, breathing thing.

The thump-thumping of the shitty music wasn't doing much to ease his headache, which was now mostly confined to the area behind his eyes. "Jolene, where the fuck are ya, darlin'?" He muttered to himself, turning around to scan the area around the bar.

Jolene was currently killing as much time as possible in the ladies room without arousing curiosity. She had applied and re-applied her make-up and fussed with her hair, hoping that Frankie had grown bored waiting for her to come out and had moved on to stalking some other poor, unsuspecting victim. He was such an asshole. Jolene might have had a good time tonight with Doug had Frankie not decided to tag along. Why he chose to be a third wheel after Donna had bailed was beyond her. At the very least, Frankie should have brought a date of his own. The way he kept seeking her out and buying her drinks made her feel like she was on a date with the wrong guy. With Frankie creeping on her, Jolene was ready to call it a night and ask Doug to take her home. Maybe next time, Doug would wise up and leave his wingman behind.

Satisfied that she had wasted enough time, Jolene pushed through the crowd hovering in front of the mirrors and left the bathroom, heading down the hallway back towards the bar. So far, no sign of Frankie, who she had to forcibly stop from following her into the ladies room earlier. What an ass!

"Hey, Jolene! Jolene!" Hearing her name being called, Jolene turned in that direction. Doug had finally secured a spot at the far end of the bar and was beckoning her over. Thankfully, he was alone.

"You like tequila?" Doug asked her, loud enough to be heard over the crowd and the music. He had several shots lined up, along with the salt and lime.

Jolene smiled, thinking of Piney. Old man had been responsible for her introduction to his favorite poison at 14, telling her if she could handle tequila, she could handle anything. Jolene remembered taking the first two shots Piney had offered just fine as Opie and Jax looked on skeptically. Next thing she knew, Jax was holding her hair back as she bowed to the porcelain god in the grungy Clubhouse bathroom. She had developed a tolerance since then, occasionally sharing a bottle with Piney at the bar, right under her Dad's nose. But tonight, courtesy of Frankie, she had had her fill of tequila shots and wasn't in the mood to do any more.

"I think I've had enough to drink for one night." Jolene shook her head. "I wanna go home, Doug."

"What?" He asked, and at first Jolene thought he might not have heard her. "Listen, I know Frankie's laying it on a bit thick but he likes you. The three of us can have a really good time, Jolene. There's no reason to be nervous about it. I've been with two girls before but I've never done a threesome with another dude, so this is new for me, too. You just gotta give in a little. The whole experience might surprise you." Doug explained, as if discussing something as innocuous as the weather.

"Whoa, huh?" Jolene shook her head, hoping to dislocate whatever was keeping her from hearing correctly. Seeing the seriousness on Doug's face, Jolene became incredulous. When had she ever agreed to fuck Doug, much less his douchey friend Frankie, and at the same time no less? "Are you kidding me?" Leave it to her to find a way to get treated like a sweetbutt outside of Charming and by non-bikers, too.

"Told ya she was a dud," Frankie hollered over her shoulder at Doug as he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards him, his crotch rubbing against her backside.

Jolene pushed him off. "Are you out of your fuckin' mind? Leave me alone!" She growled at him but before she could turn around, Frankie grabbed her again.

"Come on, babe. You've been playing hard to get all night. Give it a rest." Frankie said, breathing into her ear. Shit, Jolene cursed to herself. Tell me that's not his penis I'm feeling, she thought, although she knew it was because she could feel his erection on her ass crack.

"Get off me!" Jolene almost yelled, struggling to pull herself out of his grip while looking at Doug for a little help.

Instead of calling off his buddy, Doug went pale as she saw him mouth "What the fuck?"

Suddenly, and abruptly, Frankie let go of Jolene as she heard glass breaking behind her. Turning around, her wide green eyes grew even wider as she saw Jax holding Frankie by the collar of his shirt.

"I could hear her from 10 feet away telling you to leave her alone, asshole!" Jax growled at him, their noses nearly touching as Jax held him up to his face.

Recognizing Jax from earlier at the convenience store, Frankie wondered if the biker had been stalking them all night as he fought to control his bladder.

"Hey! Hey!" The bartender was banging a small billy club on the bar. "Take that shit outside or I'm calling security." He threatened.

"No problem." Jax replied, as he dragged Frankie by his Armani shirt towards a side exit.

Knowing that the cops would soon follow if Jax proceeded to beat the living shit out of Frankie outside, Jolene lunged towards him, grabbing Jax by his tattooed forearm.

"Jax, stop." She pleaded with him. "Please." Last thing she wanted was to get him into trouble for protecting her from some self-entitled rich kid asshole.

Jax glared at Jolene, wondering why, for fuck's sake, she was keeping him from turning the prick that had her nailed to the bar into a grease stain on the sidewalk outside. Had he just interrupted some stupid sick game between the two of them?

Confused and taken aback by the look Jax was giving her, Jolene crossed her arms over her chest and glared back. "You got something to say, say it." She demanded.

Jax let Frankie go with a shove, which, after having had one too many tequila shots, Frankie was unable to recover from and he tumbled onto the ground. He stalked towards her and, with Jolene standing her ground, towered over her. "I have plenty to say," Jax almost growled. "But first, I'm taking you home." He said, reaching for her arm, which Jolene pulled out of his grasp.

Her gratitude for having Jax save her ass from Frankie had turned into confusion, which was now quickly approaching Jolene losing her shit. He was putting her through an emotional ringer. First, after telling her he wanted nothing to do with her, he had disappeared to Reno without warning, leaving her completely confused as to what the fuck had happened between them at the streams. Over a week later, he pops up out of nowhere, in Oakland, acting like a jealous boyfriend. Pick a side, Jax! She wanted to scream at him.

"No," She said calmly, causing Jax to look at her like she had lost her damn mind. "I have a ride home."

Jax laughed, but there was no joy in the sound coming from deep in his chest, in his demeanor, or his eyes. For a second, Jolene sobered up and let common sense take over. The wise thing to do would be to just let Jax take her home.

But common sense hung around for a fleeting moment, then it left the fucking building.

"I'd rather take my chances with Frankie than be anywhere near you." She practically spit out.

Jax was shaking his head. "You know, I learn something new about you everyday." He smirked at her. "If gang banging's your thing, darlin', there was never a need to take it outside Charming."

Her sharp intake of breath was enough to let him know that he'd let his anger take it too far. If he could, he would've snatched the words right out of thin air.

Having recovered his composure from the initial shock of seeing the menacing biker again, Doug approached Jax and Jolene. "I'll take you home, Jolene." He offered. Jolene fought the urge to turn around and kick him in the nut sack.

"Fuck off!" Jax broke eye contact with Jolene and glared at college boy. "Unless you and your buddy want to carry your dicks home in a bag, I suggest you forget she even exists. I catch a whiff of either one of you again, there won't be enough left over to identify."

Frankie staggered over to Doug. "Dude, don't you get it? She's a white trash biker whore." He started.

Jax lunged for Frankie but Jolene threw herself in front of him, wrapping her arms tightly around his midsection to stop him from going any further. Looking down and making eye contact with her, Jax could see she was silently begging him to let it go. Regardless of whether it was true or not, it wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last, she'd ever heard those words used to describe her.

Frankie drunkenly laughed. "See? She's not worth getting your teeth knocked out for. Let's go." With a slight shake of his head and a smirk on his face, Doug threw his hands up in surrender and backed away.

Confused by the heady mix of emotions, alcohol, and the angry heat emanating from Jax, Jolene pulled away from him and watched in stunned disbelief as her date and his creepy friend disappeared into the crowd. Realizing she had just been left behind to deal with a pissed off Jax, Jolene turned on her heel and attempted to walk away. Having spotted two of the doorman's buddies heading their way, Jax grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to the nearest exit. They ended up in a deserted alley at the opposite end of the parking lot. Once outside, he let go of her arm as she angrily yanked herself out of his grip and started walking towards the street.

"Where you going?" Jax called out. Ignoring him, Jolene continued walking away. With flared nostrils and his temper barely under control, Jax caught up with Jolene and grabbed her arm again. "I'm taking you home." He growled as she stopped and spun around to face him.

"I'd rather walk through Hell covered in gasoline!" She ground out through clenched teeth. Jolene squirmed, trying to free herself from Jax's grip but he only tightened his hold on her arm, causing her to gasp in pain. "Jax, you're hurting me!"

Surprised by how angry he was and by the fact that he had let his anger get the best of him by hurting her, Jax loosened his grip but did not let go. "It'll stop hurting once you get your ass on my bike. Now, move." He demanded as he pulled her in the other direction, towards the parking lot.

Having had her fair share of drinks before Jax had shown up made walking on Gemma's stiletto heels quite a chore. Stumbling several times as she tried to keep up with Jax, Jolene stopped dead in her tracks, refusing to move another inch. He could break her arm if he wanted to but she wasn't going anywhere until she got some things off her chest.

"When did you become such a prick, Jax?" She asked with no venom or malice. Jolene honestly wanted to know. He still looked like the man she believed she was destined to love since she was ten years old, but the cruelty he had been treating her with lately was new.

"I'm supposed to answer that?" Jax questioned sarcastically.

"I wish you would 'cause I have no idea what I've done to make you hate me." Jolene responded, blinking repeatedly in an effort to keep herself from crying.

Jax clenched his jaw as he fought the urge to wrap his arms around her. "I don't hate you, darlin'," He said in a near whisper.

"You're lying." Jolene replied. "After what happened at the streams, you couldn't wait to get as far away from me as possible."

Jax nodded. "That's because I needed to get away, Jolene. After what happened, I couldn't trust myself around you anymore."

"Why, Jax? Do you want me?"

Jax hesitated. "You know I do." He finally replied. "I want you so bad, but it can't happen." He warned.

"Why not?" Jolene took a step towards Jax, causing him to step back. He couldn't chance feeling her hands on him, not after admitting how much he wanted to be with her.

"We've been through this before, Jo. You're my stepsister. Your father's my MC's Pres. You're not a sweetbutt. You're 17 and I'm not. Take your pick." Jax replied. "Whichever one, it can't happen. You belong with someone that's not me."

Jolene looked at him with a furrowed brow. "In spite of how we feel about each other, you'd rather see me with someone else?" She couldn't keep the hurt out of her voice.

"It's not what I want, darlin'," Jax shook his head. "But it's how it's gotta be."

"Then why go through all the trouble of chasing away my date?" She accused, her hands on her hips.

"Those guys were douche bags. You're SAMCRO and I will do anything to protect you. Anybody in the Club would have done the same."

"Bullshit!" Jolene exclaimed. Feeling bold, she approached him. Putting her palms against his chest, Jolene pushed. "This was the alpha male in you protecting your territory."

Jax laughed. "I have no territory to protect when it comes to you, Jolene."

"Okay, if telling yourself that makes you feel better." Jolene wasn't convinced. She pushed Jax again and again, until his back hit the wall, pressing herself against him. "This is how I see it. For some reason, and not the lame ones you're trying to convince me of either, you won't let us happen, so how does it go? If you can't have me, then no one else will. And being the alpha male that you are, you make that happen by scaring away my date and his friend by letting them know your dick's bigger than theirs." She teased, looking up and into his eyes.

Jax locked his gaze with hers, refusing to be the first to look away, no matter how hot she was making him with her breasts threatening to spill out of her top as she pushed them against his chest.

"How would you know how big my dick is?" He challenged, calling her bluff.

Jolene stared at him for a long time before he could see the smile slowly creep into her eyes. "I have some idea, but there's only one way to find out." She replied, her hand traveling down his side and to the front of his pants. Before he could think fast enough to push her away, Jolene grabbed onto his cock through the denim of his jeans.

Jax stopped breathing and watched as the mischief in her eyes was quickly replaced with shock as she gasped, realizing he was semi-hard. With her mouth turning into cotton, Jolene forced herself to swallow as she felt his cock pulsate and almost jump in her hand. Suddenly, there was nothing "semi" about it.

Jax knew he should put a stop to whatever game they always ended up playing. They were only tempting fate by pushing each other to the brink until someone finally blinked. Last time out by the streams had taken all the willpower he had on reserve and Jax wasn't sure he would be capable of throwing on the brakes again.

"See what you did, darlin'?" He teased, knowing they'd already gone too far and not giving a shit anymore.

With the aide of her liquid courage, Jolene quickly recovered her composure. She flashed him a dazzling smile. "What do you want me to do about it?" She dared him.

Jax quirked an eyebrow at her. Shit, that was a loaded question. Either Jolene had no clue what she's getting herself into or she knew exactly what she was doing because there was only one way to respond. Judging by the way she was looking at him, he'd guess it was the latter. Before good judgment could take control, Jax put his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her down onto her knees before him.

Her breathing quickened with excitement and fear as Jolene realized she had not considered that he might take her up on her offer. She loved Jax Teller, but acting like a croweater was probably not a good idea. Even though she realized that this might be his way of testing her, Jolene knew it was more than just a lack of pride that was keeping her on her knees.

Jolene could blame the alcohol for clouding her judgment, but she knew she wanted to do this. She wanted to see his dick, hold him in her hand, and feel him in her mouth. She had caught Jax in a moment of weakness and she may never get the chance again. In spite of not really knowing what the hell she was doing, Jolene decided to go for it anyway.

She looked up at Jax as she rubbed him through his jeans with one hand while the other worked on his zipper. Seeing her on her knees before him brought Jax back to his senses.

"Jo, stop." Jax protested, barely finding his voice. Now it was his turn to breathe heavily.

Jolene shook her head. "No." She said simply as she gently pulled his cock out of his pants.

"Jolene, don't—" Getting some control over himself, Jax started to protest but the words died in his throat as Jolene first ran her tongue down and then up his shaft. "Oh, shit!"

"You really need to relax, buzz kill. I won't bite it off." She said playfully and with more nerve than she actually felt as she stroked him long and slow.

Jax closed his eyes and tried to gather what was left of his willpower. He opened his eyes and instantly forgot what he was about to say as he watched Jolene take him into her mouth, her wide green eyes looking directly into his.

I'm an asshole, he cursed himself as he groaned.

God, he did not want her to stop, but he had to give her an out. "You don't have to do this, darlin'," Jax finally forced himself to say, his voice a husky drawl.

She made a wet, popping sound as she pulled his dick out of her mouth. "I know," Jolene almost whispered as she continued stroking him with her hand. "Do you want me to stop?" She asked, afraid that maybe her wanna-be croweater act repulsed him.

Fuck! Make her stop, he chastised himself. She was watching him with her big, beautiful eyes, while biting the bottom lip of the mouth he'd thought about kissing again everyday while in Reno.

He gave her a half smile. "No, I don't." Jax replied. Bending slightly forward, he gently grabbed her by the back of the head and guided her mouth back onto his cock.

Jolene didn't hesitate. Taking him in completely, she worked him with both her mouth and her hand. Jax closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall, listening to the soft noises she was making with his dick in her mouth. He moved his hips and slowly pushed himself deeper down her throat, his hand still on her head. She made a surprised little sound but didn't pull away. Grabbing his hips with both hands in order to brace herself, she continued to stroke him with her wet, moist mouth, her full lips wrapped tightly around his cock.

Humming as she alternated between working him fast and slow, Jolene smiled to herself as she was able to take him deeper and deeper with each one of his thrusts. Gauging from his groaning and his whispered obscenities, she must be doing something right. Not bad for a newbie. The vibrations from her humming made his balls tighten and Jax felt his release quickly approaching, causing his thighs to tremble as he fought for control. He tried pushing her away but she grabbed his hands, intertwining their fingers as he moaned, exploding into her mouth.

The intensity with which he came taking him by surprise, Jax grabbed Jolene and helped her onto her feet. Slamming her into the wall, he took her face into his hands and kissed her long and deep. She responded in kind, wrapping her arms around his waist and pulled him closer to her. Jax broke away from their kiss and buried his face in her neck. Jolene grabbed his hand and guided it to her breast. Cupping the soft round orb his hand, Jolene moaned as Jax pinched her tight nipple through her blouse while nuzzling her right below her ear. Burying her hands in his hair, Jolene tugged his head and guided his mouth back to hers, mindlessly taking the lead as her tongue danced against his. Feeling the first familiar stirrings of an erection threatening to build once again, Jax pulled away slightly. They needed to stop before he hiked her skirt up and pounded her until he made her scream his name.

Jax reached down between them and readjusted himself into his pants before completely pulling himself out of her embrace. The second he did, he wanted to feel her arms around him again.

Jolene was nearly breathless. Biting her kiss-swollen lips, she avoided making eye contact with Jax as he straightened himself out. Realizing what she had just made happen, Jolene felt herself slammed with guilt and shame. Trying to convince herself that she was drunk enough not to remember later what had happened, Jolene knew she had sobered up real fast the moment Jax had coaxed her onto her knees. She was no better than those whores who hung around the Clubhouse but, with the memory of what had just happened already seared onto her soul, she knew there was no going back for her now.

Sensing the sudden uncomfortable tension rolling off her like a wave, Jax grabbed her by the back of the neck and, with his fingers on her chin, gently forced her to look him. He could see the embarrassed remorse in her eyes.

"Hey," He smiled at her. "None of that shit, ok?" Jax leaned in and kissed her mouth softly. Knowing that he had probably just read her mind, Jolene said a silent prayer for the earth to open up and swallow her whole. "You sober enough to hold on all the way back to Charming?" He teased.

Jolene laughed quietly as she felt her cheeks flush pink. "Yeah, I think I can manage." She replied, feeling like a slutty, foolish loser.

"Good," He said. "I kinda wanna keep you in one piece," Jax winked at her, taking her hand in his and leading her towards the parking lot.

Stopping at his bike, Jax let go of her hand and grabbed the helmet hanging from one of the handlebars. "It's been a long night, darlin'," He started. "And by the time we get home, it's gonna feel a hellava lot longer, so we won't talk tonight about what happened back there." Jax handed her his helmet. "But we need to talk, a'ight?"

Jolene's seafoam green eyes glowed wide and luminous underneath the street lamps in the parking lot as she bit her lip before quickly nodding her agreement. She really needed to stop looking at him like that 'cause he'd had enough of his dick doing the thinking for him for one night.

Jax shook his head, smirking at himself as he climbed onto the bike. This wasn't on Jolene. She was 17, for fuck's sake. He had let the monster loose and now he knew he wouldn't be able to contain it anymore.

Feeling like a dirty old man at the ripe old age of 21, Jax realized he had been obsessing over Jolene since her return to Charming. She had come back barely recognizable from the 16 year old tomboy she'd been 6 months ago. If he was completely honest, her physical transformation had definitely been the first change to catch his eye but her new found confidence and sophistication had piqued his interest in more than just her banging tight body. Chronologically, Jolene may be young but croweaters and hang-arounds twice her age had nothing on her when it came to intellect and wit. She was smart, funny, hot, and knew how to fix a carburetor on a knucklehead, a lethal combination as far as Jax was concerned.

After strapping on the helmet, Jolene climbed onto the bike. As awkward as she felt being this close to him at the moment, Jolene knew that ending up as road kill would suck far worse, so she tightly wrapped her arms around Jax's waist before he started his bike and gunned it back to Charming.