Chapter 5

💀 Jax's POV 💀 After he had completely devoured the entire pizza, we sat on the couch watching reruns of The King of Queens. It had been too long since I had just emojis a quiet night as home. Most nights, I never even change the channel from whatever cartoon station it was on before the kids went to bed. I don't usually pay attention to it anyway. My thoughts are usually too focused on my wife- my dead wife- to pay attention to what I'm watching. I kicked my feet up on the coffee table and relaxed into the cushions of the couch, throwing my arm over the back of the couch, more relaxed than I had been in a very long time.

Even before Tara's death, there wasn't time to relax. I was too busy trying to steer the club in a legit direction to take pleasure in the simple things in life. Throw in the bad shit that happened because of my venture, and well, sleep and relaxation had become a thing that I had forfeited for the good of my club and my family.

"It's getting late" said Savannah, effectively pulling me from my thoughts. Glancing at the clock on the wall, I saw it was nearing midnight.

"Yeah.""I should go.""Let me walk you home.""Jax, I'm a big girl. I know my way home.""I don't doubt that. It would make me feel better though if you let me make sure you get home safe and sound.""What about the boys? You're not going to wake them are you?""No, I have a monitor that links to my cell phone. They will be fine in the five minutes takes me walk you home.""Okay.""Okay, let me get my shoes."

I slid by white mikes on and grabbed my phone. We walked down the street, talking about the day we had both had. Far too soon, I was standing at her doorstep.

"I really appreciate today Jax" said Savannah."You're welcome.""So I guess this is it?"

I watched as she unlocked her door and stepped inside. She turned, facing me, holding onto the door frame like she was trying to keep herself from jumping on me. I knew the feeling because I was barely restraining the urge to take her right on the front porch.

"Yeah. I should get back to the boys.""Okay. Goodnight, and thanks again for everything.""You're welcome darling."

I turned to walk down the steps that lead to her porch. Just as my shoe hit the ground, she called my name.

"Jax...""Yeah" I said as I turned to face her."Nevermind.""Savannah, what is it?""It's silly.""Just spit it out.""Can I hug you one more time?""Yeah."

Savannah walked down the stairs and met me on the gound. She wrapped her arms around my waist, holding me tight. I rested my chin on top of her head, hugging her back. We stood like that for a few moments before she finally broke the hug.

"You're a wonderful man Jax. You deserve every ounce of happiness this life has to offer." Said Savannah.

"As do you."

"Yeah, maybe we both find that happiness soon."

"Yeah, hopefully so."

"Goodnight Jax."

"Good night Savannah."

I watched as she climbed the steps and went into her house and locked the door before I started back to my home and my kids. Today had been a strange day. I had came to so many realizations that my head was spinning. I was finally ready to move on with my life. And I knew just who I wanted to make that move with. The thought both excited and terrified me.

🍑 Savannah's POV 🍑 I needed to get a grip. I was seriously considering fucking Jax in the porch just now. That was the type of girl I used to be, not that one I am anymore. "Old Savannah" would have jumped his bones this morning when he opened the door to her. "Old Savannah" would have fucked his brains out for giving her a ride to work this morning. "Old Savannah" would have stoped at nothing to have herself filled with his cock before the day was over. But I'm not "Old Savannah" anymore. Don't get me wrong, I would still love to fuck his brains out, but I couldn't allow myself to fall back into this habits. Maybe one day, when the timing is right, Jax and I can heal each other's wounds. Right now, we both had some healing to do on our own first.

After locking up the house, I walked straight to my bed. I stripped down and crawled into the bed completely nude. I tossed and turned for what seemed like forever. I just couldn't get comfortable. My nipples ached with the need to be touched. My sex ached with the need to be filled. My lips still stung from the kiss Jax has placed on my lips earlier. Holy shit could that man kiss. I couldn't tell you when we ended up with him on top of me, but all I knew was that I wanted it to happen again. But wasn't really ready? Could I start a relationship with a man who had had an two kids to raise on his own? And who was I kidding? Why would someone like Jax Teller want to be with someone like me anyway? He was probably just thinking about how he could get me into bed and naked.

When I couldn't take it anymore, I reached for my bedside table and dragged my dildo out of the drawer. I ran it up through my sex as I pinched on nipple with my free hand. The sensation was amazing. It didn't take long before I was picture my hand being Jax's mouth on my taught nipple. I slipped the dildo inside of me, welcoming the feeling of being filled even if it was by a rubber dick. My hips began to move, my insides working too get to that sweet release that it craved. Within minutes, my orgasm hit me.

After I finally calmed my racing heart, i rolled to my side and tried to get comfortable. But it was no use. Even after the orgasm I'd just had, my sex still ached, my breasts still ached, and my lips still tingled. The only thing that the orgasm had done for me was make me even more aware that I was attracted to Jax Teller. But it was more than just attraction. I wanted him.

💀 Jax's POV 💀Once I made it back home, I walked straight to the bathroom for a shower. A cold shower... a very cold shower. Walking back from Savannah's house with a full on hard on had been torture. When I came to the realization that I was ready to move on, imagine of what a future of happiness filled my minds eyes. Those were quickly replaced with images of Savannah's mouth wrapped around my cock, sucking me off. That's what had brought on the hard on that just wouldn't go way. Unzipping my pants, I stripped down and climbed into the shower. I let the slay of the water run over my body. Fisting my cock, I slowly ran my hand up and down the full length, applying just enough pressure to make it feel amazing. Gripping my balls in my free hand, I leaned back against the shower wall and stroked and massages myself until I felt the orgasm building. My strokes weren't deliberate anymore. The closer I got to orgasm, the faster I stroked and the more I massaged. I shot off like a Roman candle with in minutes, but I kept up the rhythm. But before I knew it, I was hard as stone again, chasing another orgasm, while images of Savannah danced in my mind.

When I came the second time, I felt better but still not fully relieved. I wondered if I had affected her the same as she had affected me. Would be be lying in bed, rubbing out her very own orgasm? Would be she imagining I was my cock filling her when she played with her dildo? I didn't know that she had one but it made since that she would. Most women did anyway. And great, my cock was hard once more just thinking about her pleasuring herself while thinking of me. I rubbed out one more orgasm and then finished my shower. I then crawled into bed, for the first time in months, and tried to go to sleep. And to my shock, I felt myself drifting off as soon as my head hit the pillow. But instead of seeing Tara in my dreams, I saw a blonde haired little girl, running through a field of Daisy's.

When I woke the next morning, I felt better than I had in a long time. Glancing at the clock on the beside table, I saw it was still early, 5:15 to be exact. I climbed out of bed, grabbed a pair of gray sweatpants and slid them on then headed for the kitchen to starts some coffee. Even though I had only slept for about four and a half hours, I felt completely rested. Gazing out of my kitchen window, I waited as the coffeemaker spit and sputtered its life sustaining brew. The sun was just staring to come up. Birds were chirping.

Fixing s cup of coffee, I checked on the boys and decided to go sit on the front porch and enjoy my coffee. As I sat there thinking about my life and the realizations I'd made yesterday, I saw a figure running down the street. The closer the figure got, I noticed the hair color. It was Savannah, dressed in pink and black striped spandex shorts with a matching sports bra. One of the street lights cast a glow on her golden locks, giving her an almost angelic effect. Her hair was tied up on a ponytail that swayed from side to side with she step she took. Before I even realized I was moving, I walked to the curb, hoping to intersect her. Even from a distance I knew the moment she realized I was standing on the curb. Her stride faltered just a little, and the pulse point in her neck seemed to be trying it's best to rip her skin. As she got closer she slowed and then stopped her she was right in front of me.

"Good morning" I said.

"Good morning."

"What are you doing up so early?"

"I don't sleep much. In fact, last night was the first time in quite some time that I have slept for more than an hour." I said.

"That's a good thing."

"Yes, it is. What are you doing up so early?"

"I'm always up by 4:00. I run eight miles every morning."

"Eight?"

"Yep"

At the mention of her running eight miles a day, my mind immediately went to the gutter and imagined the stamina she was have in the bed. I was in great health, but there was no way I could run eight miles. I wouldn't be scared to say that I couldn't even run one mile. My dick picked that moment to make his presence known. My lack of boxers and the loose confines of the sweatpants allowed the brainless wonder to rise to full mast. Fuck me!I tried to subtly adjust myself but there was no adjusting. Savannah caught my movements and glanced down, noticing the hard on for the first time. And as if it was even possible, the damn thing got harder. She licked her lips unconsciously and the damn thing jumped, like it was jealous that her lips were licking her own and not wrapped around him.

"Shit, I'm sorry." I said as I turned my back to her, pressing the brainless wondering down as best I could.

"There's, um, no need to apologize."

"Yes their is. I'm 35 years old. I shouldn't be springing hard ons at the mere sight of a woman."

"I'm flattered honestly."

I turned to her then, removing my hand from my raging cock. I noticed her nipples had harder between the confines of her bra. Her heart was racing, no longer because of the run but because she as turned on. Dropping my coffee mug, I reached for her and pulled her into my arms. I planted a kiss on her soft lips and tasted the sweat of her run. My cock poked her in the belly button but I didn't care and apparently neither did she. We stood there, in the street, making out like a couple of teenagers.