Warning! There be smut ahead!! 💋

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Angela knew something big was happening once the boys got back from whatever meet up they had. She could feel it in the air. The club members all looked like they were preparing for war. Joking around with each other as they inspected various weapons and talked strategy. "What's happening?" she asked Juice, watching as he checked over his rings.

"Goin' up against Zobelle's crew," he explained, shifting a few of his rings onto his other hand. "No weapons. Just fists."

She stared at him in shock. There was no way either side was going to follow those rules. Someone was going to end up hurt or worse, dead. "Are you guys insane?"

Kozik smirked, clapping her on the shoulder. "We'll be fine, kiddo. Relax," he said, patting her back lovingly and kissing her temple before he headed towards the front door.

Angela scowled at his back, aware that her cousin was now moving towards them. "This isn't a smart idea," she told the Tacoma killer.

He just smirked at her, shrugging a shoulder. "Don't worry about it," he said, squeezing her shoulder and kissing her forehead. The smirk on his face was terrifying. He was out for blood. "Be back soon."

She watched him follow after Kozik before turning to Juice. "This is insane," she repeated, wanting him to acknowledge how crazy the idea was. Someone had to see it. Zobelle's crew had proved they were violent, dangerous. Did they really expect them not to bring weapons to a fight?

"We'll be fine," Juice assured her, taking her hand in his and leading her outside to where Gemma, Lyla, and Tara were all standing. They were saying goodbye to their respective men. Long goodbye kisses that seemed to implicate what they were doing was much more dangerous than the men were leading on.

Angela stared up at Juice, tugging on the front of his cut. "Come home to me, Ortiz," she told him. Feeling a lump form in her throat when she remembered how he'd ended up in jail the last time she'd said it. "For real this time."

Juice smirked at her, leaning in to kiss her softly. "I will," he promised, tapping his forehead to hers. "Love you, baby. Doin' this to keep you safe."

"I know," she said on a sigh. "I'll see if I can claim that blow up mattress in the weight room for us to sleep on." She remembered the last lockdown when they'd fallen asleep together on said mattress. They hadn't been together then. She'd fallen asleep and somehow ended up wrapped in Juice's arms. She'd been with Esai then, but it'd been hard to deny how right it felt to be wrapped up in him. She wouldn't mind reliving that memory, even if it meant a sore back the next day.

Juice smirked, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. "Not necessary this time. We get to go home to sleep since we can't all fit here. Hap and Koz will be crashin' with us too for extra protection."

Relief swept through her for a moment before she frowned; while she was grateful she'd get to sleep in her own bed, a part of her knew Juice was going to come home all riled up, and they wouldn't be able to have any fun before bed with Hap and Koz there. "Oh...good. You know with Hap and Koz there, there's no way you're getting these panties back. Be surprised if they let us anywhere near each other."

Juice smirked, shrugging a shoulder. His eyes darkened just slightly at the idea of winning the panties back. She knew the set she was wearing were one of his favorites. Knew he was irked that she'd found the panties in his cut, washed them, and put them back in her drawer to wear. He'd been dying to get them back since he'd realized they were missing. "Nah, we'll be good. You just gotta be extra quiet," he told her with a wink.

That simple wink spread a fire in her belly. Clearly, he was up for the challenge. She wished she could drag him back into the clubhouse and let him have his way with her right then and there. "You're a goof," she murmured, shaking her head at him.

"What? I like a challenge," he stated with a wide smile.

She tugged on the front of his cut, standing on her toes to whisper in his ear. "Game on," she whispered, loving the way he shivered just slightly. She kissed his neck, gently nipping at his ear. "Love you."

He framed her face in his hands, pressing a hard kiss to her lips. "Love you too."

And just like that, he was walking to his bike. She stood beside Lyla, Tara, and Gemma feeling the rumble of the Harley engines deep in her soul as they rode away. She watched until the gate closed behind them, saying a silent prayer that they all came back in one piece.

"C'mon. Let's get everyone inside," Gemma said, starting to round up the families that had stepped outside to send everyone off.

Angela followed them all inside, an anxious feeling in her belly. It lifted when she spotted Hannah standing behind the bar. She headed her way, sitting down on one of the barstools with a sigh. The redheaded sweetbutt grinned at her. "Hey Angie," Hannah said, setting down two shot glasses in front of her. "Tequila?"

"Please," she replied with a small smile.

Hannah poured her a shot before pouring one for herself. She held up her shot to Angela. "To our boys. May they come home in one piece."

Angela sighed and clinked her shot glass against Hannah's. "Yeah," she agreed on a breath before she took the shot. "How many of these have you been through?"

Hannah shrugged a shoulder. "Too many," she answered, glancing around the room. "Faces change. People come and go. Kinda cool to see the kids grow up. Been here since Jax was an awkward teenager. He's all grown up now."

She looked at Hannah's face wondering how old the other woman was. She didn't look much older than she was, though when she looked hard enough, she could see the smallest hint of wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and mouth. "You can't be that much older than him. I mean, he's a few years older than me, but..."

"Oh honey, botox and a strict skincare regimen," Hannah said gesturing to her face. "I'll give you a list and some samples. Preventative, of course. You got good skin. Must be in your genes 'cause Hap does too under all that scruff and tattoos."

Angela smirked at the thought of Happy doing any kind of skin care. She knew the most he did was put on sunblock to preserve the ink he had covering his body. "It's the formaldehyde fumes," she joked with a little shrug. "It's terrible for my lungs but great for my skin."

"I know you're kidding, but maybe..."

"Absolutely not. Don't even think about it," she shot back on a laugh. "That shit'll kill you."

Hannah laughed too, shaking her head. "Nah, not worth the smell anyway," she stated, wrinkling her nose. Tara walked over, looking a little anxious. Hannah straightened up a bit. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"She pours a mean tequila shot," Angela said, holding up her shot glass.

Tara chuckled but shook her head. "Water please. In a bottle," she requested. Hannah nodded, disappearing into the back to go get one from the fridge no doubt. Tara took a seat on the barstool beside Angela. She set a baby monitor on the bar beside her. "Abel went down easy for his nap. Think Auntie Angie tired him out."

Angela couldn't help but smile; she'd had fun with the baby. Not only that, but Abel was excellent at keeping the visiting Sons away from her. No one paid the girl with a baby in her arms any attention. "He's a sweetheart. He gonna have a brother soon?"

Tara sighed, shrugging a shoulder. "Eventually. Probably around the time a baby Juice enters the picture."

"Can you imagine us chasing our kiddos around this chaos?" she mused with a little smile.

She smiled too, though the smile quickly turned into a frown. "You'd want to raise your kids in this kind of environment?"

"I don't really think I have a choice," she answered on a sad laugh. Was it ideal? No. But raising a kid surrounded by family members who loved and protected them wouldn't be so bad. At least they'd never feel alone or unloved. "I love Juice. This is his family. It's one hell of a set of in laws, but it could be worse."

"The family part is nice, I guess, but the danger..." Tara trailed off, shaking her head. "Not knowing if they were safe or not. Them being a target. Not just the boys either, look what happened to Gemma. No one is safe in this life."

Angela sighed softly. "If my work has taught me anything, it's that no one is safe in any life. Bad shit happens all the time," she explained, frowning as she remembered Raj and the accident that ended up being not such an accident. "Sure, this makes you more susceptible to it, but...not being a part of the club can be dangerous too. Juice makes that risk worth it for me. You gotta ask yourself if Jax does for you."

"That's awfully wise."

"It happens. Tequila helps," she told her with a wink. She was only barely buzzed, but it did help ease her anxiety. Tara sighed heavily, thanking Hannah when she set a water bottle down in front of her and another in front of Angela. Hannah nodded to them both then disappeared.

Tara sighed softly. "I hate this. Feels like it's a bunch of politics. Like I have to act holier than thou or something to establish my place. My claim or something. Seems ridiculous."

"You don't have to do anything, T," Angela stated, watching as Gemma ordered one of the sweetbutts to do something. "They're just people. Give them respect, and they'll give you respect. That's all there is to it."

"Guess so," she murmured in response. The sound of Abel stirring came over the baby monitor on the counter. "Guess that's my cue to go."

Angela watched her leave with a sigh, considering going after her until Hannah showed up again. They chatted for a while before she was pulled away in another direction. She wandered over to where Kenny was sitting on the couch, deep in concentration on his Gameboy. She sat down next to him, peering at the small screen. "Pokemon?"

"Yeah. 'm stuck," he said, handing it over to her. "Help?"

Angela took it from him, smiling she he leaned his head against her shoulder to watch. "All right, let's go."

Time seemed to drag by insanely slowly. She played with Kenny, had a shot or two more with Hannah, and then found herself sitting on the gross couch, watching Kenny play some more. At some point, she must've fallen asleep because the sound of Harleys coming closer woke her up.

She rubbed at her eyes, carefully moving a sleeping Kenny off of her, so she could stand. She moved him so he was laying on the couch, ruffling his hair lovingly. She went to the bar, leaning against it to watch the security cams as the boys rode back into the lot one by one.

Her heart fluttered with excitement, anticipation buzzing in her veins. Croweaters pushed through the crowd to wait at the doorway. She knew they would pick off the single guys as they walked in. Her eyes widened as Juice walked, blood trailing down his face from a cut on his cheek, some at the corner of his mouth. He pushed his way through the crowd at the same time she did, and they met somewhere in the middle. "Are you..."

His lips crashed against hers before she could finish her question, his hand moving into her hair as his lips moved against hers in a vicious kiss. She grabbed onto the front of his cut, holding on as his tongue slipped into her mouth. His other hand moved around her back, drawing her into him as close as he possibly could. His hips pressed into hers, and she could feel his hardening length. She pulled away, breathing hard. God, she wanted him. Needed him. His mouth moved to her neck, sucking at her throat and nipping softly. She scratched her fingers down his mowhawk. "Home," she managed to get out on a breath. She pressed on his chest a little harder when she caught Happy's murderous stare. "Juice, home."

Juice pulled away and nodded, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the front door towards his bike. She knew the adrenaline from whatever fight they'd been in was coursing through his veins, and he was seeking a place to let it loose. She grinned as she clung to him while he sped through Charming; she knew she was in for a wild ride when they got home.

To her surprise, Juice pulled the motorcycle into their garage instead of just leaving it outside. As soon as the bottom of the garage door hit the ground, he was on her. She barely had time to take her helmet off before he was spinning her around so she was straddling the bitch seat  of his motorcycle backwards. His eyes were dark with lust, a wild look to them as he pulled her to the end of the bike. Fire was buzzing through her veins as his lips met hers, a hungry growl coming from deep in his throat. She pushed his cut off his shoulders as he scrambled for her top. He got it off of her, pausing to admire the lace bra she was wearing. "Damn, baby," he murmured before he was on her again. He managed to undo her bra, tossing it somewhere in their garage before going in for another kiss. She bit his lower lip, enjoying the growl the action elicited.

His hand went for her pants, pulling open the button and doing his best to tug them off of her. He threw them over his shoulder while she reached for his belt buckle, shoving down his pants. She could see his hard bulge outlined in his briefs, and her mouth went dry; she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her. His hand moved between her legs, teasing her through the lace of her panties. "So wet, baby," he murmured before his mouth met hers again.

She could barely whimper in response as he moved away her panties, his fingers sinking into her wet heat. She clung to his shoulders for a moment, her legs moving around his hips. She was close, so close. "Right there, baby," she gasped digging her nails into the warm skin of his back.

"Wait, wait, wait," he breathed, taking his hand away. She whimpered, missing its presence. Without thinking, she moved her own hand there to replace his. To her surprise, he smacked her hand away. "Uh-uh. That's for me. Lay back."

The possessive look in his eyes almost had her climaxing right there. She scooted back on the bike, laying back with her ass on the seat, back on the cold metal of the tank. To her surprise, he grabbed her hands, moving each one to grip the handle bars. "Hold on tight, baby," he rasped, and a thrill shot through her at the sound of his voice. Slowly, he peeled her panties off, stopping to kiss each ankle. He shucked off his briefs, his hard length springing to life as he slowly straddled the motorcycle taking care to make sure it was balanced and didn't fall over.

Angela only had to nod before he grabbed her legs, pulling them around his hips and dragging his length over her wet slit. "Juice, por favor, más" she panted, needing more of him. She knew he didn't know much Spanish, but he knew those word. Please. More. He smirked and with a snap of his hips, buried himself fully inside of her. She gasped, her back arching off the seat as he filled her in the most perfect way. He slid out just a little, moving his arms underneath her knees before driving back into her again. She gripped hard onto the handlebars as he set a ruthless pace, his fingers digging into her thighs as he shuttled in and out of her. This kind of rough sex was something she'd never experienced with him before. He was hammering into her, chasing his own release, a dark hunger in his eyes.

She was getting close, so close. She clenched around him, and he growled in response, his thrusts faltering a bit. He was close too. Closer than she was. A part of her wanted to let go of a handlebar to touch herself, catch up with him, but he'd told her to hold on, and there was something insanely sexy about him taking control. As if he noticed she wasn't as close as he was, he moved a hand to her clit, rubbing at it hard and fast until she swore she saw stars. "Ay! Si! Así, Papi," she cried out as she came, unsure of where the Spanish nickname had come from. She found she often reverted back to her first language when he was literally fucking her senseless. "Dale. Más!"

She barely caught the smirk on Juice's face, so she waited until he was full sheathed in her again before squeezing her pelvic muscles around him. "Ah, fuck, Angel," he cursed, his jaw clenching as he came, hips snapping a few more times as he filled her. He practically collapsed on top of her, totally spent, and she couldn't help but grin proudly at having done that to him. He placed sloppy kisses along her chest, nipping lovingly at her collar bone.

It took great effort for Angela to let go of the handlebars; she hadn't realized how tightly she'd been clinging onto them. She wrapped an arm around Juice's back, scratching a hand down his mohawk and another down his back. She could feel his mouth on her throat, sucking and nipping, sure to leave a mark. He was still inside of her, though she could feel him starting to get soft.

Slowly, he straightened up and pulled out of her, careful about keeping the bike balanced. She reached up her hands to frame his face. "Now that was a ride," she murmured, tracing her thumb over his cheeks as he grinned at her.

"My favorite," he told her, dipping his head to give her a sloppy kiss. "Too rough?"

She laughed breathily, shaking her head. "Kinda liked it. Not gonna be able to look at your bike the same way again."

Juice chuckled, kissing her once more. "Me neither," he said, grunting as he slowly got off the bike. He held out a hand to her, slowly pulling her up into a seated position. "Need some help?"

She saw the same cocky grin on his face that he had the last time she'd needed help walking after he'd fucked her on the couch. Truth was, she could feel the tightness in her hips and leg muscles. She tried not to let it show as she sat up and moved her leg over the bike so she was seated side saddle. She was aware of Juice's mess leaking out of her slightly onto the seat. She didn't miss the way Juice's eyes darkened when he noticed it too, the proud smirk that played at the corner of his lips. She raised an eyebrow at him, remembering that some possessive, sexy look he had in his eyes the time he'd made a mess on her panties. She loved that hungry look. It made fire race through her veins, her body aching for him once again.

She got to her feet, trying to hide the way her knees wobbled as she did. "See? I'm fine," she said, grabbing his shirt off the floor and putting it over her head; she knew Hap and Koz would be on their way soon. She needed a cold shower to calm herself down or Koz and Hap were going to walk into something they didn't want to see. She gestured to the mess of clothes strewn around the garage. "You pick this up, and meet me in the bathroom. Let me clean-up that nasty cut on your face."

Juice smirked and nodded. "Whatever you want, my angel."

She laughed, rolling her eyes as she headed to their bathroom. She cleaned herself up quickly, splashing some water in her face to try and quell the fire racing in her veins. It didn't work well. With a sigh, she pulled her messy hair back onto a bun on top of her head. The mark he'd left on her neck was starting to get dark. She touched it with a fond smile; she'd never admit how much she liked the little marks he left behind. They made her feel wanted, sexy. She loved the little reminders that she had him to come home to.

She pulled out the first aid kit from underneath the sink, opening it up on the counter as he paused in the doorway. She could feel his eyes on her and smirked. "Sit."

Juice moved around her, pecking her cheek quickly then sitting down on the closed toilet seat. He'd put on boxers, but she knew that was because Hap and Koz were expected to be there soon. She got an alcohol swab and a warm wet towel ready. She moved to stand between his legs, wiping the dried blood off of his cheek and the corner of his lip. She held his chin as she studied the cut on his cheek. Now that it was clean, it didn't look so bad. She carefully applied the antiseptic, frowning when he hissed in response. "Sorry," she murmured, blowing on it to ease the sting.

" 's okay. Doesn't hurt," he murmured, his eyes dark with lust again as trailed his fingers up the backs of her thighs. She wasn't wearing panties underneath his shirt, and she could tell he knew by the way his fingers kept skimming over her ass cheeks. "Do you know how pretty you look right now, baby?"

"All sweaty with sex hair?" she asked, tossing the dirtied swabs into the trash. "Think you're concussed."

"Nah," he replied, wrinkling his nose in the cutest way. "Always think you look pretty. Beautiful, actually."

She scoffed, though she couldn't hide her own smile. "Goof," she said, leaning in to kiss the wrinkle in his nose. "Love you."

Juice gave her a big grin, grabbing her by the thighs and lifting her up as he stood. He perched her on the edge of the counter, leaning in to capture her lips in a hot kiss. She could feel that familiar electricity flowing through her, sparking with every touch of his fingertips on her skin. She moved her legs around his hips, drawing him in closer and deepening the kiss as she draped her arms over his shoulders. She got lost in the taste of him, the feel of his hands all over her body as they roamed underneath the oversized shirt, every touch an adoration.

She didn't register the sound of Harley's, or the sound of the deadbolt sliding open on the front door until she heard Kozik's voice shout through the house. Juice pulled away as if he' been burned. "Oh shit," he said, his hands sliding out from underneath her shirt and settling on her bare thighs. "We need to get dressed. Now."

Angela pushed him away gently, scrambling to get to their drawers. "Here," she said, throwing him a pair of his sweatpants and a t-shirt. She grabbed a pair of his basketball shorts, laughing as she struggled to put them on, holding onto his shoulder while she did.

He chuckled, leaning in to kiss her again before glancing down at the obvious tent in his shorts. "I'm gonna..." he gestured back to the bathroom.

"Smart," she said, pecking his cheek, a little disappointed that she couldn't help him with it. She walked out to the living room room where Koz and Happy were taking off their boots and hanging up their cuts. They were joking around, talking about the highlights of whatever fight they'd been in.

"Hey guys," she greeted, catching their attention.

Happy smirked at her, leaning down to untie his boots. Kozik swept her up into the world's best hug and smacking a kiss to her cheek. "Hey kiddo," Kozik murmured, letting her go and ruffling her hair.

"Beers or bed?" she asked, looking between them. Thankfully, the bed in the guest room that had once been hers already had fresh sheets on it.

"Bed," they answered at the same time.

"You can share the bed in the guest room, or I can make up the couch."

"I'll get the couch. We all know Hap needs his beauty sleep," Koz said, ducking out of the way when Happy swiped at him. "Where's Juicer?"

Angela shrugged a shoulder. "He'll be out in a minute."

"Sheets clean?" Happy asked, shouldering his pack.

"Yeah. Nice and clean," she replied, smiling when he stopped to kiss her temple and mumble a good night before he headed back to the guest room. Kozik hadn't been lying; Happy loved his sleep. He was a cranky bastard when he didn't get good sleep. "You good with the couch?"

Kozik nodded, throwing himself on the couch. "Slept in worse places. Not about to sleep in the same place you and Juice just fucked, Little Miss Just Been Fucked Hair."

Angela scowled at him. "I'll have you know, we didn't just fuck in the bed."

Juice walked in just as she said it, his eyebrows shooting up. "What now?" he asked, an extra pillow and blankets tucked under his arm.

"Please tell me it wasn't the couch," Kozik muttered, wrinkling his nose.

"Not tonight," Angela said with a little shrug as she thrust the blankets and pillow at him. He grimaced, and she laughed, leaning in to kiss his forehead. "Sleep tight, Kozi."

Kozik chuckled, shaking his head at them as he made up the couch. "G'night. Make sure to keep whatever...activities you two get up to at a dull roar."

"Y-yeah. S-sure. 'course," Juice stammered, his brows furrowed in confusion as he looked between them. She knew it was because they were openly discussing their sex life, something she'd never do in front of Hap. Koz was a different animal all together. They could joke about it to an extent, but there was a line, and she knew better to cross it. Juice didn't know where that line was, and she hoped he would know better than to make a comment. But, of course, he didn't. "It was the garage, by the way."

Kozik blinked at him for a second before he squared his shoulders defensively. "What was that? Did you just..."

Angela quickly stepped between them. She took Juice's hand, tugging him down the hall. "That's enough, goof. C'mon, let's go to bed. You need some rest."

Juice nodded, allowing her to drag him down the hallway. She pushed him into their room, capturing his lips in a sweet kiss. "You do too," he said, kicking the door closed behind them. She turned back towards him, and he grabbed her around the thighs, lifting her up again. "But first we shower. Think they won't be able to hear us in the shower."

She laughed, planting a smacking kiss to his lips as he carried her towards the bathroom. "I love you, you know."

His responding smile was blinding. "Love you more," he said, setting her on her feet.

She shook her head, looking up at him as her heart skipped a beat. He may have loved her for longer, but she wasn't willing to concede that he loved her more. "That's not possible."

He kissed her forehead, enveloping her in tightly in his arms. "Believe it, baby."

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Smut and sweetness!! If there are more errors in this, I apologize!
I'm overseas for vacation and editing/writing on my phone!
As always, let me know what you think!! You'll make my vacation that much better!!
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