Juice

She was leaving. Sons of Anarchy girls didn't leave Charming. Crow eaters didn't leave Charming. But Laura was leaving. Why'd she need to go to college anyway? Okay, so I knew why she wanted to go to college but she coulda gone to the community college for a nursing degree. She didn't have to go to some stupid tiny ass Christian college in Kentucky. Berea. Nobody had even heard of fucking Berea anyway. But it was free and that was where she wanted to go.

I had even offered to pay for it if she went to the community college. She could have stayed in my dorm room at the club house. But Laura wanted to go away. She didn't want to just be some Samcro girl for life. She didn't want to depend on the club for life. She didn't want to just be known as a Crow Eater for life. She didn't want to be known as Juice's girl for life. Because she was my fucking girl. Nobody else got a swing at her or her fine ass. Especially not Tig.

Laura was gorgeous. None of that fake blonde or fake brunette shit. She was completely natural. Long black hair and Indian heritage. She had sweet dark skin and big, emerald eyes with thick, long eyelashes. High cheekbones, a narrow chin, and a sweet curvy body. Petite, which meant small as fuck. Fucking tiny. She stood up to my chest and had a cute as shit heart shaped ass. Sweet breasts too. Just enough to be a mouthful. I got hard just thinking about it. Best part was the crow tat she had on her right shoulder and the Sons tat she had right above her left ass cheek. God, my Laura belonged to Samcro and she belonged to me. It pissed me off to no end that she was leaving. Not that I didn't understand. I just didn't want her to go. She kept me anchored. She was my old lady and she was the best old lady anybody could ask for.

Laura

I didn't want to just leave. I hated leaving Juice but I couldn't stay in Charming. It was a trap. There was nothing there if I stayed a Samcro girl. I'd been one since I was sixteen, when Juice decided I was the best thing he'd ever seen. He was just two years older than me and as soon as I walked into the Samcro garage, he knew I was his. I remember everything about that day.

It was July and it was about a billion degrees out. I was wearing cut off shorts, a red tank top, and a pair of black flip flops. My long hair was tied up in a messy bun and she wasn't wearing any makeup. Just a pair of sunglasses and some cherry chap stick. When I walked in Juice was bent over the hood of a car. Tig was standing beside him and he slapped him on the back hard. Juice stood up quickly and drew his hand back to hit Tig when he saw what Tig was staring at. Juice has told me the story so many times it's ingrained in my memory. How he had to protect me from Tig.

"She's not legal," Juice warned quickly.

"That has never mattered to me," Tig replied.

"She's mine. Period."

"Whatever, hot stuff. Go see what she wants."

He sauntered over to me and the first thing he did was put his hand on my ass. He seriously just reached over and grabbed a handful. And then he got smacked across the face. I turned to him and snapped, "What the fuck do you think you're doing? I'm not one of your fucking crow eaters. You don't get to put your fucking hands on me."

Juice was taken aback. Girls in our town didn't talk to bikers like that. Girls from Charming usually fell all over themselves trying to get with the Sons. He stuttered, "I…I wasn't gonna….gonna try and threaten you. Sorry…sorry about putting my hand on your ass. What…what are you here for?"

I lifted my sunglasses up off my eyes and looked him over carefully. He was in a gray wife beater and low slung jeans. His Mohawk was fresh cut. I nodded appreciatively and informed him, "I'm trying to find a nice, cheap car. I've got money but I'm not going to tell you how much because if you know how much money I have, you have the upper hand. I don't want to spend all my money. So what do you got?"

"Well, ma'am, I got a lot." He gave me that wide grin that made my heart stutter in my chest.

"Cut the 'ma'am' shit. We both know I'm younger than you and I know your name. Juice. I'm Laura. You can call me Laura. And I'm not one of those girls you can sweet talk and get in her pants. Now what do you have?"

Juice ended up selling me a Hyundai for a grand when I had three in my pocket. The next day he tracked me down at home and begged me for a date. He was a perfect boyfriend. When he wasn't on club business or working, he was with me. He dragged me to the club and I eventually hung out at the Teller-Morrow garage regularly on my own. He picked me up from school every single day, took me to dinner on Fridays that he wasn't busy, and met Mom. Dad left years ago.

Six months later, I let Juice drag me to the club overnight and I gave him my virginity. It was amazing. His rough hands running over my body and his mouth on my neck. He knew that spot that made me moan every time. Then his teeth on my ear and then my breast. Then, his lips and tongue were lower and I had to bite on a pillow so I wouldn't scream his name. Slowly, he made his way back up to my lips and whispered that he loved me over and over again as he kissed me and slid into me. It hurt so bad and Juice nearly stopped because of the way I whimpered against his shoulder. It felt like he was splitting me in half. Slowly, the pain abated and Juice brought me to orgasm before he blew himself. I pulled his shirt on and the slid under the blankets. He curled up behind me and fell asleep with me in his arms. It was perfect, like only he could make it. It was a dirty club house dorm room with the bathroom light left on and the microwave blinking the wrong time, but it was perfect.

The next morning, Tig kicked the door open to his room and found us spooning. He yelled at Juice to get his lazy ass out of bed because they needed to make a run. Juice dressed and kissed me fully. He took me home and went on with club business but he was grinning like an idiot all day. I was his woman and I was quickly becoming part of the family.