Description: Juice gets overwhelmed at a club party and his girlfriend comforts him.

I kept my eyes glued on Juice. The last few weeks have been particularly hard on him. Even Chibs was worried about him. He'd pulled me aside to discuss my boyfriend's mental health a week ago and that never happens.

"Who to go down on tonight?" My best friend asked. She was a croweater, and she enjoyed dragging me to parties which is how I met Juice.

"Just go suck off Tig like every other weekend," I said my eyes never leaving Juice.

"My god he's your boyfriend just go pull him out of that conversation if you want him so bad."

"Nah," I said, sipping my beer. "Not this early in the night. Besides, he and Happy seem to be in deep conversation and Happy scares me."

She chuckled at me as she looked at the two.

"I could go save you. Happy seems like a good option for the night," she said.

"Is there anyone here who's dick you haven't gone down on?" I asked.

"Just your mans," she said. I rolled my eyes as a couple of croweaters approached the group.

Juice's body instantly tensed and his hand moved into a tight fist with his thumb inside. He was uncomfortable and wanted out of the conversation, and being the biker he is, he'd never make a fist like that unless he was communicating to me that he needed out.

"I'll send Hap your way," I said. I walked over to my boyfriend and Happy and the croweaters started glaring at me as I slid my hand down Juice's arm and around his.

"Hello babe," he said, kissing my forehead.

"Hey Juice," I said. "Sorry to interrupt Happy."

"Nah it's cool," he said.

"Angel is looking for a dick to go down on anyways," I said. He just looked over at her as she inched her skirt hem slightly higher.

He nodded and walked off in her direction.

"Juice, come outside with me?" I asked. He nodded and we walked outside, leaving the chaos and smoke of the party behind.

"Wanna head home?" I asked as I leaned against the wall of the clubhouse, my beer bottle still securely in my left hand.

"I don't know," he said. "Just needed out of there for a second."

"That's fair," I said. He smiled at me and grabbed my free hand gently.

After a few minutes of him smoking and me drinking, he decided he wanted to go back inside.

"Sure thing," I said.

"On the condition that you stay close," he said, pulling my body flush against his.

"My favorite place," I muttered. He chuckled and we headed inside. The party was still loud and chaotic as he led me over to the pool table where Chibs and Happy were playing a round.

"What happened to Angel man?" Juice asked as we approached them.

"Ditched me for Trager," he said with a shrug.

"Maybe Tig will go down on ya to make up for it," I said, earning chuckles from the guys.

"Oh he'd love that," Chibs said.

About an hour later Juice was absent mindedly tapping on my hand as Chibs and I talked about some medical stuff. It was fascinating that when he got drunk he could just regurgitate field training handbooks for medics. I'm a nurse so I loved talking to him when he got like this.

"You ready to go?" I asked Juice softly. He just nodded so I excused us and we headed out to his bike. He hadn't drank at all so he could drive us home.

When we got there, he headed instantly for the bathroom.

"Want some company?" I asked. He nodded and that was how I knew tonight had taken its toll. He didn't want to talk, just be. I nodded to myself as I slid out of my heels and followed him to the bathroom.

I stepped into the shower behind him and interrupted the flow of water onto his bike. I started to massage his shoulders a little as I stood on my tiptoes to kiss his neck.

"If you want to talk I'm here," I said softly. He grabbed my hands and turned around, smiling a little. He kissed my head before grabbing my shampoo and working it into my dampened hair.

This man never ceases to amaze me. Despite being overwhelmed and wanting to leave a party, we came home and now he's washing my hair instead of allowing me to comfort him.

We finished our shower in silence, both of us just soaking up the presence of the other. We got out and dried off before he pulled on some boxers and I slid on one of his shirts with some panties.

When we were finally cuddled up in our bed he started talking. His head was laying on my chest so he could listen to my heartbeat as I held him.

"Thanks," he said. He paused for a while before adjusting his head so he could see me.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you but I love you," he said softly.

"I love you too Juice," I said. "Get some rest my love."

He just moved his ear back to being over my heart and within seconds he was out.