Warning! There be smut below!
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Juice walked into the main room of the clubhouse from the dorm room feeling somewhat refreshed. It'd been a long day of shop work at the garage, and he was glad he'd been able to slip into the shower inside of the clubhouse to clean up some before Bobby's big party. Despite how close he lived to the SAMCRO compound, he didn't have time to go home and pick Angela up. There was way too much shit to do and no one knew when Bobby was going to be dropped off after having been cleared of all charges and released from jail. Not knowing when he was going to be at the clubhouse meant Juice couldn't really leave. Angela never minded. In fact, he had a feeling she preferred they didn't arrive together. It meant she could take her time getting ready without him rushing her so they could get there on time.

The SAMCRO clubhouse was already filled with people from charters across the state, even some from out of state. He checked the time on his phone, knowing Angela had to be on her way. Pushing his way through the crowd, he finally stepped outside. He scanned the parking lot for the Mazda and frowned when he realized it wasn't there yet. He headed towards one of the tubs of ice in the corner, grabbing a cold beer and popping the top off with one of his rings.

"Where's the kid?" Happy asked as he grabbed a beer of his own.

Juice shrugged a shoulder, tossing the cap towards the big garbage can. "Said she was comin'. Should be here soon."

"Good. Ma said she had fun on the trip."

"Yeah. Said she wants to get away more often," he replied on a frown. "Dunno how 'm gonna make that work with all the club shit."

Happy's dark eyes had the smallest flicker of disapproval before it vanished; he knew the kind of life a club member had. Knew how rare it was that they were able to leave for any amount of time. "Sure we could work somethin' out. Need help with it, lemme know."

"Thanks, Hap."

"Not doin' it for you," he muttered on a scowl. He nodded to where the Mazda was slowly pulling in, parting the scant amount of people who were stupid enough to stand on the main driveway.

Juice couldn't help but smile as he watched her expertly back the car into place beside Gemma's Cadillac. The door opened and one booted foot stepped out. She was wearing her chunky, black heeled boots. He fucking loved those boots. Then she got out of the car, and he swore time slowed down. "Holy shit," he breathed, drinking her in. Tight leather pants hugged every inch of her legs and hips, showing off her curves. She was wearing a black tank top tucked into the high waist of the pants, black lace peeking over its low cut neckline. He wasn't sure if that was part of the top or if it was part of her bra, but he was excited to find out. Her dark hair was perfectly done in loose curls, and her make-up was simple but pretty like he liked it. Lips painted a darker pink neutral color with some gloss that he couldn't wait to smear.  

"Close your mouth, idiot," Happy said, smacking him upside the head. The feel of Happy's hand against his head pulled him from his daze. He hadn't realized his jaw had dropped seeing her. She was just stunning. He couldn't believe she was his. The sound of the car door slamming had caught the attention of some of the other Sons, and he could see them staring. Happy had noticed too. "Best go handle that, or I'ma start taking eyes out."

Juice didn't need to be told twice. He handed Happy his beer and headed straight to her. She grinned when she saw him. "Hey y--"

He cut her off with a searing kiss, burying his hand into her hair and pulling her in close. She froze for a moment before she melted into him, moving her arms around his waist. He slid his tongue into her mouth, enjoying the warm taste of her as her tongue met his. He slid his other hand from her lower back to her ass, grabbing a full handful of it and swallowing her moan. He pressed her against the car, pressing his hips to hers as her hands slipped under his shirt. He was consumed by the taste of her, unaware of anything else around them.

The sound of another car pulling in, made him pull back, albeit slowly. Her eyes were impossibly dark, filled with lust as she fought to catch her breath. Grabbing onto the front of his cut, she pulled him in for another kiss, her teeth sinking into his lower lip, making him groan, and he went back in. Slanting his lips against hers, both of his hands tangled in her soft tresses. After a sharp whistle from Chibs, he stepped away, tapping his forehead to hers. "Holy shit," she said on a breathy laugh. " 's quite a greeting, Ortiz."

He grinned at her, looking over his shoulder to see a silver Mercedes pull to a stop. He knew that wasn't a fed car; way too expensive for that. "Baby, I..."

"Mmm-hmm, yeah, go," she stated, reaching up to swipe some lipstick off his lips, a dazed look in her eyes. She pushed at his chest gently. He kissed her once more before going to stand with the rest of his brothers to see who the hell had the nerve to interrupt their party.

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Angela walked on shaky legs towards where Gemma was standing, still feeling a little lightheaded from the short makeout session she'd just had with Juice. She had a feeling that kiss and what followed were all to establish some kind of claim on her in front of his other brothers, but she didn't care. He could kiss her like that anytime he damn well wanted. Her only complaint was that he got her all riled up and had to leave. She was ready to shove him into the hatchback of the Mazda and have her way with him in the backseat, crowd be damned. The windows were tinted anyway. They could probably get away with it.

"Was quite a show you and loverboy put on," Gemma commented, smirking as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Yeah," Angela answered on a breath. Not even Gemma's snarky comment could fade the feeling of elation that was coursing through her body. God, she loved that man.

Her brain still buzzing, she watched as several white men exited the silver Mercedes, walking over to Clay and the group of SAMCRO that surrounded him. She noticed her cousin was there and grimaced; had he seen her and Juice? She really hoped not. That idea alone was a major buzzkill.

Whatever civil conversation the group was having changed on a dime. She was too far away to hear it, but she saw Juice and Happy chuckling for the briefest moment before Happy's smile faded and that menacing look took over his features just seconds before Tig drew his gun. "That doesn't look good," Gemma muttered, hands on her hips. "They look familiar?"

There was a sarcastic comment on the tip of Angela's tongue, but she bit it back. She knew Gemma was asking because since she worked at the funeral home, she was familiar with a lot of the population in Charming. It wouldn't be totally strange for her to have seen them before. The white tattooed men looked similar to the man Esai had shot the night before he was killed. Skeeter had taken care of those arrangements, though, so she wasn't sure if they were associated. "Not at all."

Gemma shook her head slowly. The men turned to walk away, one of them stopping in front of Gemma, dipping his head in greeting. "Sorry, ma'am," he said, looking directly at the older woman.

The darkness in his eyes made the hair at the back of Angela's neck stand up. She'd grown up around dangerous men and could sense this crew, while looking innocent enough, was not one to be trifled with. "I got a bad feeling about this," she murmured under her breath.

Gemma only nodded in agreement just as Juice approached, a business card in his hand. "Gotta do some research," he explained, holding up the card between his fingers. "You good out here?"

Angela shrugged a shoulder; she'd be fine on her own, but she'd rather be with him. "I'll grab beers and meet you in the dorm room."

"Sounds good. Thanks, baby," he replied, leaning in to kiss her quickly before heading back into the clubhouse.

She watched as Happy and Tig walked the Mercedes out, Happy's Glock drawn and held low. She hoped whatever just happened wouldn't blow back harshly on the club. That this was just some pathetic show of power. Still, it didn't feel right. Something bad was coming; she could feel it.

Sighing, she headed back into the clubhouse. Half Sack was at the bar, and she greeted him with a wave. "Two beers, please," she asked, ignoring the protest of the Son who was waiting at the bar at her being served first.

Half-Sack set down the beers, popping them open for her. The Son was about to say something to her, but the prospect cut him off. "Beers for Juice's Old Lady," he said in the most awkward way possible.

Angela wasn't sure if the Son had meant to hit on her or was going to put her in her place for cutting him off, but Half-Sack's comment stopped whatever it was he was about to say, and he turned his back to her without another word. Usually, she hated the title of 'Old Lady' and would contest it when people called her it, but she understood the power it held, the protection. Understood why Half-Sack felt the need to use it. She wasn't about to correct him when it saved her from an encounter that could've gone bad really fast should Hap or Juice have to intervene. "Thanks, Sack," he said, winking at him.

He nodded to her, turning to get what the Son wanted. She meandered her way back to the dorm room, opening it slowly just in case Juice wasn't actually in there. "Occupied!" Juice shouted back. He turned to look over his shoulder and smiled. "Oh. Hey Angel. You mind lockin' it? Left it unlocked for you."

She handed him one of the beers before going to lock the door. He was seated at the little desk, two laptops open in front of him. One had all the security camera feeds, the other had some kind of database on it. Bobby's cut was hanging off of a chair nearby, waiting for its owner to return. She set her beer beside Juice's, standing behind him and moving her arms around his shoulders. "So? Who's the gringo?" she asked, kissing the side of his head.

"Ethan Zobelle," he answered, typing away, unbothered by her arms around him. "Can't find shit on him though. Apparently, he's workin' with the Aryans. Can't figure out if he's a drug dealer or what, but he's openin' a cigar shop downtown."

She dropped her arms from around him, wrinkling her nose. "White hate. Lovely. No wonder they gave me the heebie jeebies."

Juice's fingers paused on the keyboard, and he turned to look at her. "Heebie jeebies?" he repeated on a laugh.

"You heard me," she confirmed, sitting down on the edge of the bed. It was still neatly made which meant the room had yet to be used. That was the only reason she felt comfortable sitting on it. "They creeped me out."

"Got the same feelin'," he admitted, scratching at the back of his neck. "He's clean, though. Like squeaky clean."

She sighed. "Feel like that makes it even worse. Squeaky clean but surrounded by white hate? Guy must have a lot of power and a lot of idiots to do the stupid shit for him."

"That's what I'm afraid of," he muttered, fingers clacking away at the keyboard again.

She lay back down on the bed, closing her eyes. It'd been a busy day, and she was exhausted. The sound of Juice's typing was familiar, soothing. She must've dozed off because the next moment she knew, she was being awoken by the feel of his soft lips against her own. "Hey, sleeping beauty, Bobby's about to pull in. You want to keep sleepin' or come with to see him?"

Angela smiled up at him, tracing a finger over his jaw. What she wanted was to continue the heated kiss they started outside within the safe confines of the dorm room. "What if you stay with me? You can help wake me up," she suggested, drawing a finger over his belt buckle.

He bit his lip, which did nothing to douse the flame growing inside her. She could tell he was considering it for a moment. "There is no way we can get away with that before someone comes in for that cut," he replied, nodding towards the leather with the little white trim around the edges.

She'd always wondered who'd sewed those on Bobby's cut and why, but of all the Sons, he was the one she wasn't all that friendly with. She'd never really had a conversation with him about anything.  She sighed in defeat. "Fine. Help me up," she said, holding a hand to him.

He pulled her to her feet, banding an arm around her back and holding her against his chest. Dipping his head, he caught her lips in a soft kiss. "You look amazing, tonight, baby," he murmured, nuzzling his nose against hers.

"Just for you," she told him, giving him a wink as she played with the flap of his pocket. She snapped it closed and looked up at him, hoping for another kiss. He obliged her with one, his hand grabbing a handful of her ass again as the heat between them started to ramp up again. In the safety of the room, he let his hands roam over her body, pawing at her breasts until her nipples were hardened buds. He gently pushed her against the wall, pinning her there, his hips pressed to hers. She heard someone shout his name from down the hall and broke away from his lips with a sharp inhale. "Think you gotta go welcome your little biker buddy."

Juice sighed in defeat, letting his head hang down so his forehead was pressed to her shoulder. "Yeah, just gotta see one thing real fast," he breathed, one hand pressed to the wall above her head, the other on her hip.  Angela smirked up at him as he pulled down the collar of her shirt to see the black lacy bra underneath. He'd picked this one out specifically. The black lace was practically see through. "Damn. Got on the matching panties?"

She shrugged a shoulder, righting her shirt before going for the door. "Who says I'm wearing any panties?" she teased, heading towards the main room.

"You're killin' me, smalls," he muttered underneath his breath, grabbing Bobby's cut before he followed after her. He was at her side in minutes. "You're really not wearin' panties?"

"I know you love my panties, but these pants are tight," she told him honestly. They were insanely tight and had taken her quite a bit of finessing to put on. She was glad Juice wasn't there because it definitely wasn't a sexy effort. She had a feeling taking them off would be equally as challenging and equally as unsexy.  "Very hard to get into."

He leaned in close to her ear. "Bet I could get into them," he joked, waggling his eyebrows at her.

She shoved him away as they walked outside together. "Goof!"  

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Juice loved standing at the clubhouse bar with Angela beside him. Loved that he could hold an entire conversation with Half-Sack and Chibs while she chatted with Piney. Two totally separate interactions, yet he could still feel her presence behind him. Every so often, she'd laugh, and the sound of it warmed his heart, made him feel whole. He heard Piney tell her he was going to the bathroom, watched as the older man handed her what was left of his tequila bottle. "Finish this off for me, sweetheart," he said, squeezing her shoulder.

Angela grinned at him as she took the bottle. "Thanks, old man."

Piney chuckled, mussing her hair before nodding to Juice. "Watch out for her."

Juice nodded to him, reaching out to grab Angela's wrist. "C'mere, beautiful," he rasped, gently pulling her in front of him as he swung around on the stool so she could stand in between his legs. He pressed a kiss to her temple as she leaned against him, taking a sip from the bottle in her hand. "Do you have any idea how fuckin' hot you look?" he murmured, nipping at her ear.

She shivered against him for a moment before turning around to face him. She set the mostly empty bottle on the bar top and set her hands on his thighs, leaning into him. "Probably as hot as you," she replied, leaning in and fusing her mouth to his.

He responded in kind, letting his hands fall to her ass and giving it a good squeeze as her tongue slid into his mouth. He was aware of Chibs and Half Sack jeering at them, but he ignored them, just enjoying the taste of tequila on her tongue. His brothers walked away, distracted by something else no doubt, and Angela took the opportunity to double down. All of his blood rushed to one place as her hand squeezed and rubbed at his hardening length through his pants. He lifted a hand to smack her ass gently, groaning as she nibbled at his lower lip. 

"Jesus Christ. Go home!" Jax said on a chuckle as he approached.

Angela pulled away slowly, though her hand stayed between his legs and his stayed on her ass. "Go away, Teller."

"Hello to you too," he shot back, his eyes darting down to where her hand was. He shook his head at her. "You do know your cousin is right over there, right?"

She looked over her shoulder and grimaced slightly as she caught Happy's murderous gaze. "Right," she said on a breath, moving her hand away, a blush coloring her cheeks. "Shit."

"Get outta here while you still can. Be safe you two," Jax said, slapping Juice on the back and heading towards Bobby.

Juice had tunnel vision, though. He honestly didn't give a fuck about Happy standing right there. All he could think about was getting Angela somewhere relatively private and undressed. He had a feeling the dorm was occupied. The back room had a gross mattress but no lock. There was the garage, but Gemma would come after them if she found out they'd defiled her desk and the garage bays were still open which meant there was no privacy there. She glanced up at him, and he could see in her eyes she was probably thinking the same thing. "Bathroom or home?"

"Home?" he asked, sliding off the stool but keeping her pressed against him.

"Home," she confirmed, letting him lead her back out into the crowds. They scanned the lot, noting how many people were gathered around the parked cars including hers. "Bike?"

"Yeah," he replied, grateful they lived so close to the clubhouse. Thankfully, he'd made sure he didn't drink enough to really impair his driving since he had a feeling he'd be taking her home. He'd much rather be able to have his way with her in the privacy of their own home than get blackout drunk with his brothers. He handed her his extra helmet, watching as she put it on. Even that simple action was making it harder for him to keep his hands off of her. "Yeah, let's get you home."

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Angela laughed as Juice shoved her playfully into the house, turning her around the second he got the door closed behind him and pressing her against it, his mouth covering hers with a hungry growl. His hands travelled all over her body, pulling the black tank top out from her pants and practically ripping it off of her, tossing it somewhere behind them. His mouth was back on her skin in seconds. His kisses hot and wet against her lips before he broke away, moving down her neck while one hand found her nipple through her bra, pinching it between his fingers with just a small little twist that was driving her crazy. He pressed his pelvis against hers, and she got a thrill from the feel of his hard length through his pants. His hands moved around her, easily taking off her bra and throwing it somewhere behind him. He attempted to slide  his hand underneath the waist of her leather pants with no luck. His lips left her skin for a moment, brows furrowing in confusion as if he didn't quite understand why it was so difficult. "Angel. Pants."

She laughed at the caveman like statement; clearly, he was thinking more with the head in his pants than on his shoulders. "Told you," she breathed, taking off her boots and undoing the top button of her pants, trying to shimmy out of them while Juice hovered over her, his hands braced on either side of the door by her head.

" 'bout to cut 'em off you," he muttered, the rasp in his voice making her shiver. Angela smirked, setting her hand on his shoulder to brace herself as she peeled the pants the rest of the way off. She knew wearing them had been stupid, but she had to admit she'd enjoyed his reaction to them. Even if watching her shimmy out of them had seemed to dampen down the heat between them somewhat.

Juice's eyes roamed over her body hungrily before falling on the mark the tight waistline left across her stomach. Angela's cheeks grew hot as she tried to cover them, feeling a little self conscious. "Maybe we should turn off the lights. The pants were tight and...oh," she exclaimed, surprised when he got down on his knees and lathed his tongue over the mark before peppering kisses across it.

"Never wear those again," he told her between kisses. He looked up at her, his chin on her lower stomach. " 's not worth it if they hurt. Love you in anything. Wear sweatpants next time. 'S easier for me to get to you."

Warmth spread through her at the sweetness of his words paired with the actions. "I love you," she murmured, trailing her fingers across his cheeks. He gave her the sexiest grin before he moved one of her legs over her shoulder and buried his face between her thighs.  She gasped, clutching onto his head as he worked her with his tongue, her heart racing.

"Oh shit," she breathed, leaning against the door, seeking some kind of purchase as waves of electricity flowed through her. He slipped a finger into her then another, growling as she clenched around his digits. The vibration of his growl made her knees buckle as she came with a cry of his name. His tongue continued its sweet torture as she rode out her release for a minute more, then he turned his head and sunk his teeth into her inner thigh, sucking on the mark afterwards, making her hiss in response, her fingernails digging into his scalp. 

He grinned smugly up at her, moving his tongue over the bite mark as if it would soothe the sting. She didn't have time for that shit. She wanted him. Needed him inside her. She grabbed at the front of his cut, tugging him to his feet before crashing her lips down on his. He responded in kind, his hands moving around her waist, pulling her into him. The feel of his rough cut and pants against her bare skin made her tremble with want. She took his cut off, throwing it on the couch arm. His hands tangled in her hair as his lips slanted across hers, all the while she pushed him towards the couch. He sat down clumsily, grabbing her hips and pulling her onto his lap.

She stripped off his shirt, throwing it aside. Their lips met again as she smoothed her hand down his torso tugging at his belt buckle with one hand while she stroked him through his pants with the other. He groaned, his hips surging up at her touch. "Fuck," he moaned, burying his face between her breasts.

"Pants," she breathed, lifting herself off of him just enough for him to kick off his pants and boxers before he sat back down heavily on the couch. He bit his lower lip as she slowly sunk down onto his hard length. The desire in his eyes fueled the fire racing through her veins. She closed her eyes, enjoying the way he filled and stretched her in the most perfect way. His hands slid down her torso as she started moving her hips, rolling them slowly, enjoying Juice's sharp exhale. She picked up the pace, riding him as his hands settled on her hips, holding them as he bucked his hips up into her. "Shit," she hissed, pushing against his thrusts.

"Fuck yeah," he murmured, tilting his head back and letting her take control again.

She took his face in her hands, catching his lips in a hot kiss, the sound of flesh smacking flesh filling the air. To her surprise, he wrapped an arm around her waist, turning them in one quick motion so her back was on the couch. Her breath hitched as he plunged into her again, drawing her legs up around his hips.

He set an unrelenting rhythm, shuttling in and out of her in a quick pace. She moved her arm around is upper back, smoothing her hands over his shoulders as he buried his face into her neck. His skin was so soft and incredibly smooth, she couldn't get enough of the feel of it. He nipped and sucked at her neck for a moment before he slowed down his pace, changing the angle of his hips so he hit just the right spot. "Oh fuck!" she exclaimed, her back arching off the couch, pressing her chest into his, as she dug her nails into his back.

"So close," he grunted, his mouth searing her skin.  She was right there with him, the coil inside of her tightening and tightening. His hips began to stutter as he found his own release, he changed his angle, and the coil inside of her snapped, sending her over the edge. She cried out his name, her vision blurring while her walls fluttered around him as he rode out his own release, emptying himself inside of her.

He collapsed on top of her, though he was careful not to put his full weight on her, his sweaty skin sticking against hers, both of them struggling to catch their breaths. Her heart was still racing as he pressed a sloppy kiss to her neck, sucking the skin into is mouth. "Wow," she breathed, scratching her fingernails down his mohawk.

He lifted his head, giving her his megawatt grin. "Yeah?"

"Mmm-hmm," she replied, tracing her fingers over his cheek. Being with him was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. Not just the sex either. He made her feel better than any other man had. With him, she felt confident, loved. She wished she had realized it sooner. Wished it hadn't taken her so long to see him. They'd had so much fun together in New York, and she wondered what it would've been like if they'd been together as more than just friends. "Kinda sad it took us so long to do it. Think there were a lotta missed opportunities in New York."

He chuckled, dipping his head again to pepper kisses across her chest. "Yeah. Coulda done it up on your roof."

Angela laughed, wondering where he'd come up with that. "What?"

"Mm," he hummed, his mouth still skimming over her skin. "Had dreams of it all the time."

"You had dreams about having sex with me?"

He lifted his head to meet her eyes, his dark eyes so sincere they made her heart squeeze. "Sex, makin' out, cuddlin', all of it," he replied, dipping his head again and nipping at her collar bone before sucking on it gently. "Wanted you 'n' everythin' that went with that."

Angela could barely think with his lips on her skin. She trailed her hand down his bareback. It was hard for her to admit, but she'd had those dreams of him too. She'd be in bed next to Raj or even Esai, and she'd have these intense dreams about Juice. Not often, but they snuck in, especially when they spent a long time together. One time she'd even dreamed she'd had a threesome with him and Raj. That had made things weird between her and Juice for weeks. "Had dreams of you too."

His head snapped up, eyes wide in shock. "What?"

Her cheeks flushed a bit as she nodded. "Yeah. More times than I'd like to admit."

"Good dreams?"

"Great dreams," she told him, squeezing his face between her finger and thumb because she loved the way he always wrinkled his nose in response. "But I think I like the real deal more."

"Think?"

She shrugged a shoulder. "More research is required."

He gathered her in his arms, and in a feat she couldn't quite figure out, stood up with her wrapped around him. He carried her to their bedroom, laying her down on the bed and climbing over her. His eyes were dark and fiery with lust, and she bit her lip, her goosebumps raising on her skin in anticipation. He caught her lips in a heated kiss, a possessive growl in his voice as he said, "Research time."

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Kinda a filler but so fun to write!!
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