It had been two days since the last time that Alex had been in the clubhouse. She had taken Chibs' advice to take a few days off, if only because she wasn't in the mood to explain her black eye to the others. Tonight however a party was thrown because of Jax's presidency, so there was no way to dodge the draft. Especially not because at least half of the club wouldn't be around because they were in the hospital, in custody or because they had simply left Charming. 

"What the hell happened to you?" Tig asked as she came to stand next to him and took a beer from a croweater. 

The others turned towards her as well. Her eyes shot to Jax, who glanced back. Shut your mouth, his eyes told her. His arrogant face made the annoyance crawl beneath her skin and she didn't feel like blaming someone else. 

"Jax made sure I wouldn't point a gun at him again."

Tig briefly looked at Jax and shrugged his shoulders. "Fair enough."

Alex didn't avoid the glance of her president, even though that was hard to interpret. Still she had the feeling that he appreciated her answer and the tension that had built up inside her slipped away. 

It was a nice evening. Alex stuck to the pool table and tried to invest in her relationship with the other Sons. The past days she had spent a lot of time at home or at the warehouse and the hospital while standing guard, so it took some effort to bond. The few drinks she took however proved their value. 

The drinks Juice was slamming, rather had the opposite effect, making him more clingy as the night wore on. Initially she hadn't complained when he had taken Chibs' place, who had paid more attention to a brunette than to their game of pool, but her new partner was just as quickly distracted. 

She had already lost a round from Happy and Tig, and Alex was quite competitive, was a very bad loser and it didn't take long before she was cursing Juice because he was sucking at the game. 

"Sorry," he chuckled softly, his lips close to her ear. "But seein' you bend over like that makes me wanna do other things than playin' pool with you."

Subtly she pushed him away with her elbow. She didn't feel like whispering in each other's ear like some love-struck teenagers; she rather convinced Happy and Tig that her feelings didn't exceed friendship.

"Well... someone wants to be spoiled," Tig smirked nevertheless. "Hey Juicy, why not make a real match of it? If you win, the prospect will give you a blow; if you lose he'll suck ours, uh, mine," he quickly corrected himself after a deadly glare from Happy. 

Alex rolled her eyes. "Maybe you should suck each other if you like that so much. Hap and I don't need you at the table." A smirk crossed her lips as she saw Juice tense, but it was his own fault. If he didn't want the others to think that he was gay, he shouldn't act like one. 

He pulled the cue out of her hands and snapped the white ball against the red one, which narrowly missed the hole. She smirked at the sight of his wronged face and for a while he kept his distance. 

. . .

When she was standing at the bar a little later, talking to Phil, two arms glided around her. For a moment she thought that it was a croweater; then she saw the tattoos on his arms and recognized his scent – not to mention the erection she felt against her ass. 

"I want you," he whispered. "Now. Let's go to my room."

Alex was glad that Phil was at the other side of the bar so he didn't hear Juice's words. She wanted to push him away, but at the same time his dark voice turned her on. His hands disappeared underneath her cut as he started to kiss her neck and although she saw a flash of him lifting her on the bar, shoving away all dishes and taking her right there, she turned away her head and planted an elbow between his ribs. "I'm not your bitch," she answered in a cold voice. "Fuck off."

There was a hurt look in his eyes as he stepped back, and she felt a bit sorry for him. Not being able to touch his girlfriend in public had to be hard for him, and especially now he was drunk he didn't seem to understand why and his confusion was even kinda cute. He turned around and rushed away from her, and a few minutes later he was on the couch with a croweater on his lap. 

She chuckled at the thought that he was trying to make her jealous. Instead, she was relieved that he left her alone for a while and she stood behind the bar to give Phil a break. After rinsing the glasses and having no glasses to fill, she took her phone out of her pocket. 

'Wait half an hour and you can be my plaything.'

His eyes met hers as he had read the text and he lifted the corner of his mouth. 'Maybe I'll have my own plaything by then.'

'Bullshit.' 

As Bobby asked for a drink she tucked away her phone and focused on her tasks. A little later she told Chibs that her leg hurt and that this was the first day she was without crutches, where after he gave her permission to leave. 

On the other side of the road she waited for Juice, who showed up ten minutes later. She chuckled because he could no longer walk straight, and when he stood next to her he pushed her against the hood of the car, pressing his waist against hers. 

"Not here," she laughed, pushing him away. 

With a frustrated grunt he stepped back. "This is fuckin' torture."

"Maybe you should drink a little less next time. Makes you horny as fuck."

"You make me horny as fuck." He grabbed the collar of her cut and pulled her close. "One kiss. If not I won't make it home."

She looked over her shoulder and when there was no one around, she hastily pressed her lips against his. His fingers glided to the back of her head, but before he had a tight grip on her and turned it into a French kiss, she turned away her head. 

"Believe me, if I give you more you won't make it home either. And I drank too much to ride and you are a lot worse, so we have to walk."

"Then it will take at least half an hour," Juice complained. 

"Even longer if we stay here." She nudged his shoulder and slipped her hands into her pockets before he would grab her hand. Her leg still felt stiff, but despite what she had said to Chibs a few minutes ago, she could easily handle the pain. 

Alex thought back to the first time they had drank too much after Lyla and Opie's wedding. Their friendship had started that night – and within a short time she had grown closer to him than she had done with anyone else in a long time. 

. . .

"Here lives that motherfucker of a Roosevelt," Juice told her, staring embittered at the darkened house of the one who had almost been his demise. 

"You want revenge?"

When he turned his head to the side, he saw a mischievous glimmer in Alex' eyes. 

Surprised, he raised his eyebrows. "What are you thinkin'?"

"Let's break into his house."

"What?"

"Breaking into the house of the chief inspector. That's fun man, come on!" She dragged him towards the back yard. 

A little overwhelmed Juice followed her, stumbling because his thoughts went faster than his legs. "What do you want?" he whispered as they had reached the back door. "Rob him?"

She squinted through the glass door. "Nah, not my taste." She turned towards him, her forefingers tugging at his belt loops. "Let's fuck on his couch." She showed him a ornery smirk. "Or the kitchen table."

He chuckled at the thought that the man would eat at that table the next morning, not aware of anything. "I'm probably an idiot but it's turnin' me on like crazy." He rubbed his waist along hers, nipping her neck. 

She laughed quietly, which stirred up his lustful feelings. He really had a girlfriend who suggested to have sex in the house of a cop... Fuck – she was so hot. 

"You think you can open that door?" she whispered. 

Juice had broken into so many houses when he was a teenager that he didn't even consider it as a challenge. Five minutes later he opened the door. Excitement spread through his veins as they entered the house. 

"What if there's a guard dog?" he wondered.

"What? You're afraid of dogs?"

"No," he muttered – but he had seen Tig bitten by one in the ass. That would definitely be a mood killer. 

"If there was a dog, we would have seen it by now." She sneaked further into the house, lifted a chair and put it beneath the door handle so the door to the hallway was blocked in case they would get caught. 

Her eyes were shining as she returned and started to unbuckle his pants. Juice tried to do the same with hers, but because of the nervousness and the alcohol he was messing with her button, laughing nervously. In the end she untied her pants herself. 

"Put out your shoes," she whispered as she started to take off her own boots. "If we get caught it's a hell of a run with your pants around your ankles."

He kicked out his boots and with the thought that they should be able to leave quickly, he didn't take off her cut and shirt. His hands however did glide underneath the fabric and he pulled her close. 

"If we get caught I'll run like hell, even when you ran into the wall with that drunken head of yours," she warned him. "It would be ridiculous if my identity gets exposed because I was fucking my boyfriend on the dinner table of the head chief."

"At least you'll make it to the papers," he chuckled. 

She showed him a smirk that caused him trouble breathing. His lips felt dry as they touched hers, and his tongue slipped across the ring in her lip. He lifted her up and put her on the table. She crawled backwards, her eyes dark with lust and he climbed over her and kissed her as his fingers found her wetness. It seemed like the situation was exciting enough for her.

"Come on baby," she said. "Make me moan louder than ever before. Let's see if we can wake up that prick."

"Guess your moaning is gonna give him at least a wet dream," he answered, his voice hoarse. 

Alex didn't hold back. She moaned loudly as he moved inside her, being such a turn on that he almost came instantly. He slowed down his pace and watched her face to discover what movements she liked most. The ecstasy on her face however was a huge trigger and his moans joined hers. 

His muscles tensed as he heard a door open upstairs. Panicking he wanted to jump up, but Alex pulled him close again. "Fuck I'm almost there baby. A few more seconds. The door is still barricaded."

He didn't dare to disappoint her so he grabbed her face, gave her an intense kiss and thrust deeper inside her. She bit his lip so hard he tasted blood while her back was arching off the table. 

"Faster baby, faster," she cried out. 

There were footsteps on the stairs.

"Fuck Alex, hurry up," he hissed. 

"Hurry up yourself," she shot back. 

Juice could no longer handle his nerves. He knew that one glimpse from Roosevelt would be enough to identify him and he pulled himself out of Alex and grabbed her hand. "Come on."

She climbed off the table, sweat drops beading on her forehead. When she saw his shocked face, she started to laugh. Someone pounded at the door and the chair shoved a little to the side. Quickly he took their clothes and boots from the ground and ran outside. He stumbled over the threshold, but Alex kept him on his feet. 

His heart leaped in his throat as they ran across a side-path towards the front yard, realizing that this might be the most stupid thing he had ever done. He had no idea where to go to, but Alex dragged him into someone else's garden and hid in a shack. 

Panting, they sat down against the wall. 

"I feel like I'm fuckin' fourteen again."

"Then your childhood was definitely more interesting than mine," she chuckled. She climbed on his lap and a moan slipped his lips as his erection touched her warmness and wanted to pick up the pace immediately. 

As their eyes locked, Alex started to laugh. His heart was still racing in his chest, but he also let go of the tension by laughing. 

"I think I was so close to a heart attack," he muttered as he pulled her in his arms and kissed the top of her head. "One day you're gonna be the death of me."

She was still laughing. "Well, a relationship with me requires some risks."

Juice chuckled. "Is it? For your ex oral sex was already a step too far."

"That's why he's my ex now," she winked, sitting up straight again. "But you... I wanna keep you."

With his thumb he brushed the ring in her lip. Her words made him glow on the inside. "Good," he answered, surprised by his own gravelly voice. "For I don't plan on lettin' you go." His hands glided underneath her bottom and he pulled her closer, so he could enter her again. "And this time you will be quiet as a mouse," he whispered in her ear, where after he started to move his hips in a slow pace. 

"Whatever you desire, master," she promised with a derisive smirk, and then her lips overpowered his.