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(credits of Gif given where credit due. We just found them searching on Google)

That moment Jax Teller decides to man up and tell his best friend he loves her.

It’s always been her…Part 1

I study the woman who’s come to mean everything to me and try to unglue my tongue from the roof of my mouth. I’m good at sweet talking people into things. It comes naturally with the Teller charm, but this is entirely different.

I’m not conning or persuading some girl I could give two shits about; I’m opening up to my best friend. If I fuck this up, I’m going to ruin one of the longest friendships I’ve had.

“What?” She tilts her head and studies my face trying to read me.

Unable to find the right words, or hold back my emotions, I rush forward and cup her face, pressing our lips together. She gasps, and breathes my name. I love the sound.  I take advantage of the opening and slip my tongue inside her mouth. She’s spun sugar melting on my tongue. I move my head, trying to get a better sample.

Her tongue brushes against mine, and we’re a flurry of movement as I lift her into my arms, and she winds her lithe limbs around me. She’s so strong, yet soft and feminine at the same time. Her scent is spiced citrus. I press her into the wall of my house.

She rolls her hips and I can’t hold back my moan. This is the way we were always meant to be. I never want to let her go. I pull back and study her flushed face, struck dumb. This is more than lust or attraction; it’s forever. I’ve spent so long chasing that high you get in a relationship only to discover it was waiting for me to see.

“What?” She pants.

“It’s always been you.”

“Jax,” she shakes her head. “Don’t say it if you don’t mean it. I couldn’t take it.”

I shake my head and cup her face. “All this time I’ve been wasting looking when there was never anything better.”

“What are you saying, Jax?”  She’s going to make me spell it out. I smirk. It’s typical her, calling me out and forcing me to communicate.

“I’m sorry I kept us apart for so long, darling,” I say finally able to see what others did. This is why my mom’s been pushing us together for so long.

“If this is pretty words to get into my pants, save it. I’m not one of your crows—

“No, you’re not. I wasn’t ready until now, and that’s on me. It took me longer to grow up then it did you. But now I’m here, and this is happening. We are happening.”

Silence lasts a heartbeat. “We are?”

“Yes, babe.” I squeeze her hips. “You okay with that?”

She grins and nods her head, sending her silken locks dancing around her slender heart-shaped face.

“Hell yeah.”

She buries her fingers in my hair and pulls me to her. I pull her to me and cup her ass, rubbing her up and down the length of my cock. We haven’t even taken our clothes off, and I’m ready to explode in my pants. I walk us backward toward my room. Our mouths never stop devouring. I fall back onto the bed with her on my chest. She grinds into me, and I grasp her sweet hips.

 My phone rings, and she groans.

“Fuck.”

She rolls off me. “Go ahead and answer it.”

“Hello,” I bark.

“Need you at the club house, brother,” Opie says.

“I’ll be there.”

I hang up and let my head fall onto the bed. “We’re continuing this tonight.”

“I’ll be here, ready and waiting,” She promises.

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