"I could be. You and I already know each other through and through. I'm sure the sex would be bomb. However, would you want to build an empire with me?"

"Now. Where were we, Jackson?"

"I'll use it sparingly, okay?"

"What can I say, I'm insatiable, Handsome Jack."

as she felt his need for her grow with every step of the way.

With a soft whisper, the blonde ghosted the shell of Jax's ear with the warmth of her breath, "Hurry up, Teller. I've got an itch that only you can scratch". Arching a brow just before pressing a firm kiss to the nape of his neck.

The warmth of his flesh, the scent of aftershave, leather and smoke. There wasn't a single characteristic that Layne didn't crave about this man. Though their moments together were few and far between; the star-crossed lovers made the most of what they had.

She gave a squeeze of her thighs +

The sweetest of chills ran down her spine. Just the touch of Jackson's lips upon her neck was enough for her to see this through.

"You know where the bedroom is. Lead the way, outlaw."

"Careful there, Teller. That kind of talk while having your arm locked round my neck just might get you laid."

The blonde doctor wasn't kidding either.

with her neck.

Jax was playing with fire and was about to get burned.

"That's interesting. Because I just noticed this really hot biker who happens to wear a kutte and a holster."

Yes, Layne was addicted to the danger associated with SAMCRO. She grew up in the life so it was all she had ever known.

A soft hum emitted the instant his arms made contact +

She twirled on her tiptoes with her arms in the air, light and carefree.

"Oh? What's that something else, Jackson?"

How could she not laugh? Here was the big bad biker, Jax Teller saying 'fuck the club'.

The days he made her feel as though she were a queen were the best. They had been few and far between lately with storms brewing.

"Then let's do it, Teller. Have you had your morning coffee yet?"

"There you are, Jackie Boy. Are you actually going to take a day away from the club to spend with little ol'e me?" She replied with a coy grin.

Jax could be so easy to fluster.

"She killed your grandfather because he wanted to take the club legit all those years ago." Shaking her head. "Honestly, I've never understood, or got along with Gemma. I've never been one to do as she says."

"I can do that. He somewhat listens to me. He's just going through a hard time at the moment."

It was true. But Layne didn't want to get into the specifics just in case Jax didn't know.

"Have you /really/ tried talking to him, Jax?"

"She did. All because she thought he ratted on the club." The doctor wiped away a single tear from her eye.

"Ope was a good man. Fucked in the head, but good."

Layne exhaled an angry huff.

"Gemma seems to have that effect on most people, Abel. She's part of the reason my brother was so fucked up in the first place."

She looked over at Abel.

"Did you know she wanted him dead?"

"Nero, then?" Layne asked, he curiosity now peaked. "Surely he taught you the ways of the world. He did have Lucious, too, right?"