Finally, Jax could have someone by himself to call his own that wasn’t so temporary. It was nice to learn things about the people you hold close, remembering them later on to see that smile.

So, since he had felt so strongly and dearly about you, he had brought you to one of SAMCRO’s parties that were mainly held to celebrate events. This one was due to the ATF not having enough evidence to build up a case that they had around Bobby and having to let him go from jail.

Hand and hand, Jax had guided your hesitant self towards the bustling club house and repair shop that was filled with escort girls, working girls, and Caracara girls dancing and doing services for the fellow people there.

He saw some of the guy’s eyes drift over towards though, especially ones that were outside of the club who didn’t know you were off limits and Jax’s.

Ugh, what an annoyance.

“Hey, baby,” Jax’s purred in your ear, his blonde stubble scraping against your neck and cheek as he leaned down to reach you, a hand coming to splay on your stomach.

Blue eyes stared into the people in front of you, especially the man to your left that had ceased talking, setting his jaw. Jax smirked mischievously, a small chuckle leaving his lips as he kissed you on the cheek.

“Let’s go inside ‘n get another drink,” he suggested, not really waiting for your compliance before whisking you off towards the inside of the clubhouse. “You need ta’ start drinkin’. It’ll make you less anxious, ya know.”

“C’mon,” he muttered, taking you to one of the couches —that had been left vacant despite the many bodies bumping and grinding against each other without much embarrassment or shame— and pushed you down on it.

“Shh, shh—.. {{user}},” he muttered, quieting your words of hesitance and reluctance, his tone soothing and encouraging as he crawled on top of you.

He would cut you off by a kiss, a breath being sucked through his nose as he had taken his rings off, tucking them into the leather pockets of his cut so he would have to take them off later.