He thought he had been caught when he saw the guy walking towards him, but he took off before the guy could identify him. At first, he wasn't sure what to do because he was sure that the guy who saw his truck would let them know what he was driving. He abandoned his truck on a side street and his buddy let him borrow his Honda Pilot. He figured it would throw the club off for a little bit, hopefully just long enough to get what he came for.
He threw his coat over the gun and silencer sitting in the passenger seat and concentrated on his driving. He finally got on the highway and he was sure it would be about half an hour before he caught up to Peyton and her entourage. He knew they would be looking for the black truck, so they would never expect him to be driving the white Honda Pilot. He had a perfect plan and he couldn't wait to execute it.
It was 5:00 am and the sun was beginning to rise as Tig, Juice and Peyton continued to drive to Portland where they would stop and have a break for a few hours and get some sleep. They had about an hour left until they got to the hotel.
Peyton had drifted in and out of sleep, but at this particular moment she found herself thinking about Juice. Juice was driving now and every once in awhile Peyton would catch him staring at her in the review mirror. She looked up and caught his eye for moment before she looked away. She laid her head against the back headrest and closed her eyes, thinking about happier times.
Peyton stood there in front of the mirror and stared at herself. She was young and beautiful and she was nervous. It was the biggest day of her life and she couldn't be more excited to be marrying her best friend and the man of her dreams. She ran her hands over her stomach and took a deep breath. She was wearing a white, lace, strapless wedding gown with a sweetheart neckline and a corset back and the train was everything she hoped for and more. Her black hair hung down her back in gentle waves and the veil was as long as the dress.
It wasn't your typical MC wedding, but what Peyton wanted Peyton got. She had said she was ok with the typical biker type wedding, but Tara insisted that she have the wedding that she wanted and Tara knew that she wanted a complete princess wedding. Traditional dress, the Groom in a Tuxedo and the groomsmen were not allowed to wear their cuts. She was happy when Juice said he was up for it. And now, here they were. It was a beautiful, sunny August day and she was getting married.
Someone knocked on the door and she turned around to answer it. "Who is it?" she asked. "It's Chibs," he said from the other side, "I've got someone with me." Peyton opened the door a crack and her breath got caught in her throat. He looked fantastic. "Damn Chibs, you really clean up well," she raved, smiling up at him. She gave him a once over before she realized that her soon to be husband was standing behind Chibs. She eyed Chibs and then looked over at Juice. "What are you doing?" she asked them both, "You know he can't see me before the wedding." "I want to know who came up with that piece of shit tradition," Chibs retorted, "It's only bad luck, if ye want it to be. It doesn't matter if he sees you before or not. But if you don't want him to see you, we understand."
Peyton thought about it for a second and she realized that he was right. It is what you make it. She pulled the door open for them to come in and she was still hiding behind the door. "Come in," she said quietly. "Be good you two," Chibs said before turning around and walking away.
Juice slowly made his way into the room and closed the door. "I won't stay long," Juice said softly, "I just wanted to see you and I couldn't wait." Peyton straightened herself out and was partially trying to cover herself up, but was unsuccessful. She smiled at him and she put her arms down at her sides so that he could see her completely. His eyes moved over every part of her before locking his eyes with hers. He was very good at keeping his emotions in check and she really wasn't sure what he was thinking or feeling at that particular moment. "What do you think?" she asked him shyly.
He kept his eyes on hers as he slowly made his way over to her. He rested his hands on her waist and pulled her gently against him. She put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. "I can't put into words what I am thinking," he whispered, "You are breathtaking and I am the luckiest man in the world." He leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips, letting his lips linger near hers for a moment before pulling away. "I'll see you soon princess," he said before kissing her on the forehead and giving her his best smile. She smiled back at him before he disappeared out the door.
She smiled to herself. She didn't think it was possible to be this happy.
"What are you thinking about," Juice asked a little while later. She looked at him through the rear view mirror. "I was thinking about our wedding day," she replied, smiling at him, "When you came to see me before the wedding." He smiled at her, but she could see the pain flash in his eyes. "It was a good day," he stated, "One of my better ones." "I didn't say that to hurt you Juice," she said quietly, not wanting to wake Tig up from his nap, "It was just a particularly happy day for me...or for us and I would much rather think about that, then what is happening now." Juice nodded his head in agreement but didn't say anything after that.
They drove in silence the rest of the way and about 20 minutes later Juice pulled into the parking lot of a Holiday Inn just outside of Portland.
"I'm going to go check us in," he said, "Stay with Tig." Peyton nodded her head and watched him as he walked towards the hotel. She missed him, she missed the life that she had with him years ago. She wished that she could have that life back. She pulled her note book out of her bag and pulled out the letter that she had written while they were driving. She gave it a quick look through and then folded it up and put it in an envelope. The letter had everything in it that she needed to tell Juice and if she couldn't tell him face to face then she would give it to him.
"Hey," Tig said, looking over at her and stretching, "How long have I been out?" "About two hours," she replied smiling at him, "Did sleeping beauty get a good sleep?" "Shut up," he mumbled. She laughed and tucked the letter into her coat pocket. "How are you sweetheart?" he asked, turning serious. "I'm ok Tiggy," she replied, "My leg and my face hurt a lot today. I'm tired, but I believe that the end of all this is close." "You are one of the strongest women I've met baby girl," he said quietly, "No matter what happens, don't you ever give up. I have a feeling that things are going to turn up for you." She smiled at him and reached out and squeezed his shoulder. "Thanks Tig," she replied, "I definitely hope that my luck will turn around."
Juice walked up to the vehicle and opened Peyton's door for her. "We have a suite. One bedroom with two beds and a fold out couch in the living room," he said as he held his hand out for me. Peyton reached for his hand and the heat that radiated off of him sent goose bumps all over her body. Holy shit, she thought to herself, he's still got it. She looked up at him and judging by the look in his eyes, he could feel it too. He helped her out of the car and put her bag over his shoulder. "You ok or do you need me to help you?" he asked her. "I'll be ok," she replied. She watched him as he went to the back of the Escalade to grab his bag. She couldn't take her eyes off of him and the more she watched him and the closer he got to her, the more she wanted him.
A little while later once they got into the room, Peyton was sitting in the bedroom with the door closed staring at the letter in the envelope. She knew Juice and Tig were in the living room talking about their next plan of attack. She also knew that when Juice came into the bedroom she would have to tell him her secret. She couldn't put it off any longer. She was scared and nervous about how he would react, but she felt positive that no matter what, the two of them could eventually work through it.
There was a knock on the door and then Juice peeked his head in. She smiled. "You can come in," she said as she closed her notebook and put it on the table beside the bed. He came in and closed the door. "We're back on the road in 5 hours," he said, "Or sooner if we are all awake by then." "Sounds good," she replied. She had slept a lot in the last two days and wasn't feeling very tired.
"Juice, we need to talk," Peyton said quietly, trying to stand up. Juice reached for her hand and helped her up. "I think it can wait," he said intimately. He moved in and cautiously reached up and pulled the elastic out of her hair so it fell over her shoulders. It meant a lot to her that he was being careful and cautious with her. He was making her feel incredibly safe and that just made her want him more. "Juice, I really need to talk to you about something," she said quietly. "I promise you, we can talk after," Juice replied, his eyes burning with desire. His hands were on her shoulders and her skin was burning under his touch.
She forgot about everything in that moment, all her worries and thoughts were pushed to the back burner as he gently pushed her against the wall. "Am I scaring you?" he asked. "Nope," she mumbled, staring at his lips and just wanting to feel them on her. He noticed this and took this as a sign that he could keep going. He put his hands on each side of her face and leaned in to kiss her softly on the lips. Peyton closed her eyes as his lips made contact with hers. It was like the stars had aligned. Everything about the moment was perfect. She had been waiting 5 years for this to happen again.
Her arms subconsciously wrapped around his neck and he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, pulling her close to him. She opened her mouth and allowed him to explore and she moaned quietly against his mouth as she felt his tongue move against hers. He slowly moved his mouth away from hers and kissed her forehead, her nose, her lips and then moved down to her neck. He ran his tongue along her collar bone and tangled his hands in her hair. His hands made their way down her back and then reached for the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head. She did the same thing. She pulled his shirt over his head and then slowly traced her fingers over the "Son" and "Shine" tattoos on his chest. She then moved her hands down and undid the button and zipper on his jeans. He watched her as she did this and then looked into her eyes.
"Make love to me," she whispered, "But be careful with my heart." In that moment it was like she could see every thought that was going through his mind. He wanted this as much as she did. He slowly kissed his way down her body and then he got down on his knees in front of her. He kissed her stomach and looked up at her as he pulled her shorts down over her cast. After he was done, Peyton moved backwards and sat down on the bed and put her hands on his cheeks, leaning in to kiss him deeply. He kissed her back while slowly maneuvering himself so that he was on top of her. Her heart was pounding in her chest. This was the first time in years that she had ever felt this loved. He remembered every little thing that aroused her and he still knew his way around her body.
She pushed down his jeans and he kicked them off quickly. She could feel him pushed up against her and couldn't wait to feel him inside her. She was desperate for him. He ran his hand through her hair and kissed her deeply, intensely, and she felt like she was going burst. He pushed her panties to the side and with one swift move he was inside her. She wrapped her arms around him and ran her fingers down his back as he began thrusting. "Oh god," she gasped as she wrapped her leg around his waist to push him deeper. He rested his hands on either side of her and looked down at her as he continued to thrust. "God Peyton," he breathed. "Keep going Juice, don't stop," she moaned quietly. He leaned down and kissed her and with one final thrust he took them both over the edge. He collapsed on top of her and they were both breathing heavily. "Jesus," he growled. She giggled and curled up against him. "That was amazing," he said, looking over at her, "I've missed that."
She laid there with Juice by her side and listened as his breathing slowed down and she knew he had fallen asleep. That moment with Juice was amazing and she would cherish it forever. She hoped that maybe when all of this was over that maybe there would be another opportunity for them, but she didn't know what would happen once he knew the truth. She sat up and leaned over and kissed him on the forehead before getting out of bed. She wasn't able to sleep because thoughts of Juice and the events of her life were flooding her mind.
He parked in the closest parking spot to the entrance of the hotel and turned the car off. He pulled the gun out from under his coat, got out of the car and walked over to the Escalade. He turned and looked around to make sure no one was looking before he shot out all four tires. He smiled to himself as he tucked the gun in the back of his pants and walked into the hotel. There would be no way they could chase him out of here now. Now it was time to get his lady and get as far away from here as possible.