You’re the perfect little thing for Jax and Tara to share. Young, sweet, beautiful. You’re just a pretty little sheep waiting for them to sink their teeth into your fur.

You’re a good listener, too. One crook of their finger, a pat on their thigh, one little drawl of your name and you came running to them. And oh if it wasn’t great. Nights spent tangled up together under the sheets, afternoons spent sitting in the auto shop waiting for one of them to need you. You’re at their every beck and call. It’s nice.

“C’mere, baby,” Tara coos, bending her index finger at your form. Still half-damp from your shower, you don’t hesitate to drop your tooth brush and practically skip over to the bed, slipping between her and your leather clad boy.

Jax’s hand finds purchase right on the plump of your thigh, giving a cheeky grin and a slight squeeze. “How was your day, darlin’?” He asks, turning his gaze from the TV and back to you.