The bells rang softly as the double doors opened. Deep in conversation, neither Jax nor Carly paid attention to the latest patron at Kelly’s until he stood before them, clearing his throat. Glancing up, Jax pursed his lips and looked away, while Carly held back a heavy sigh. “Sonny, how you doing?”

“I’ve been better,” he answered, his dark mood apparent in the inflection of his words. “I see you’re still spending time with Candyboy here.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Carly saw Jax smirk and caught his eye as he turned to her, murmuring sotto voce, “Speaking of candy …” And the lollipop she’d been sucking on earlier that day came to mind and with his hot gaze upon her, the events that followed ran like wildfire through her mind.

Playing Jack Bot for the twentieth time, Carly was about to go insane. She had yet to come even remotely close to winning. “I keep losing my damn balls,” she muttered to herself, speaking around the cherry-flavored lollipop she’d snagged before leaving her house this morning.

“What was that?” Jax asked as he walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“I said, ‘I keep losing my balls.’ I hate this stupid game.” She replied as yet another ball slipped past the barriers and down the center. Sighing, Jax placed his hands over hers and began guiding her movements until she actually scored. Letting out a shout of joy, she looked over her shoulder up at him with shining eyes. Turning back to the machine, she sent another ball spiraling into the game. Jax’s hand slipped down to her hips. “Hey, get back up here.” With a laugh, he replaced them and she scored again.

They continued playing for the next few minutes, and with each decisive push against the machine, Jax drove against Carly. Bit by bit, she began to pay less attention to the game (he was completely guiding her movements anyway) and more enjoyed the feel of him pressing close. Slowly, she began to rotate her ass against his groin and almost immediately, the current ball in play slipped down the center as his fingers slipped from the buttons on either side of the machine.

Bending down, his lips drifted over her skin before suckling softly against her throat. Arching her neck, she loosened one hand, her arm rising above her head to curl about him, her fingers playing with his hair. Raising his head slightly, he whispered into her ear, “hey, one of us has to control the balls.”

With a rough grind against him, she replied throatily, “Oh, I have control of the balls.”

He laughed lightly, a husky undertone to the sound as he took a slight step back and then swung her around to face him, her body pressed against the machine now. Moving up tight against her, she slipped the lollipop from her mouth, her arm hanging loosely at her side as he bent down. Cupping her cheek, his mouth opened as his upper lip stroked the pillow of her bottom lip. His kiss was soft and insistent; his tongue slid out, licking at her upper lip, tasting her. His hands fell down to her side, sweeping around her back against the machine, traveling to her hips and then under her rear. He lifted, holding her firmly against him, his hand molding the shape of her as he pressed her against the hard heat of him.

Stepping back, he lifted her just a bit higher and sat her on top of ‘Jack Bot.’ One of his hands swam up her back, rippling the white silk of her shirt, nestling in the honey strands of her hair. He pulled back just the slightest, his breath whispering over her lips, “Carly,” and then again they touched hers. Raising his other hand, he cupped her face, his fingers massaging the nape of her neck. His mouth covered hers, alternately sucking, caressing, tasting her upper lip, her bottom lip. His tongue slid in between, delicately brushing against hers, dancing along the tip of hers, and then swirling against her, rushing along the inner flesh of her mouth.

Carly clutched at him, sculpting the shape of his muscles through his linen shirt as he pulled back, their breaths heavy and mingling in the air between them. “Jax,” she muttered thickly as a grin lit his face, his eyes sparkling wickedly. He dropped his hands to her thighs as he moved back slightly, his fingers moving under the material of her tan skirt. Her eyes closing briefly in anticipated pleasure, Carly placed the lollipop back in between her lips and leaned back, her arms stretched behind her, palms flat on the glass as he reached the waistband of her panties.

He swiftly divested her of the silky material, his hands coming back to push her skirt up as he bent down, his tongue sliding against her sensitive skin as he urged her legs apart. The taste of cherry swimming through her mouth, Carly sucked harder on the lollipop, the drag and suction of her tongue over the candy echoing the lick and tug, suck and pull of Jax’s tongue. Cries and husky moans falling from her lips, she lay almost completely flat against the top of the pinball machine, one hand reaching down to pull at his hair, her grunts and whimpers raining in time with his exertions around the diminishing lollipop. The sounds grew stronger and louder, his name, exclamations of pleasure, near-prayer-like gasps bursting from her as his fingers joined the game, thrusting deep, touching the core of her. Feeling a wave of bliss blossom inside of her body, she clutched at him tighter, moaning his name and his finger picked up its pace. One more joined in the fun as his tongue dove deeper into her, his fingers thrusting faster and deeper and she was crying and flying and screaming and soaring.

Laying a gentle kiss upon her, Jax pulled away slowly, jerking Carly upwards almost immediately as she lay there panting heavily, her face flushed and shining. The white stick of the lollipop fell loosely from her mouth, just the slightest bit of candy-red left. Pressing his lips against her, his mouth opened as his tongue, flavored with Carly, slipped roughly into her mouth, flavored cherry. Throwing her arms about his neck, she pushed up against him, her nipples hard and aching through her top as she eagerly took him in, her tongue dueling with his, dancing, fencing, luxuriating in the feel of his kiss. And then he was pulling her off of the machine, her legs wrapped about his waist as he stumbled backwards, falling to his knees.

Carly ended their kiss, a smile curving her lips as she took control. Sliding down, her smile became wicked, her eyes never leaving his, as she knelt down before him, unbuckling his belt and undoing his zipper. Her tongue came out, lightly licking her upper lip as she reached into his boxers, pulling his pulsating @#%$ out. Jax let out a breathy sigh, a smile gracing his own face. Carly’s fingers encircled him, her pinkie dancing along his head as she at last lowered her eyes and began to dip her head towards him.

Pushing her mouth over him, the taste of cherry mingled in with the salty tang of his hard flesh. Her other hand slipped into his, kneading his aching balls, her tongue rubbing hard and then soft against him as her head bobbed up and down, taking in as much of him as she could. Jax’s arms rested heavily against the carpeted floor, his head thrown back as he felt the throbbing build within him, her hand jerking hard against him as she fondled him, licked, sucked, her tongue and lips, hot and wet against his shaft. As the orgasm hit him in burning waves, Jax let out a hoarse cry, her name lost somewhere in the sound.

His turn to breathe heavily, Jax fell back, his legs stretching out on either side of Carly as she did his pants back up. “Hey,” she murmured softly, as she crawled over him, her knees on either side before she leaned above him, looking down into his eyes. “Taste this,” she ordered as her lips brushed against his, her tongue slipping into to lightly coat the recesses of his mouth. Pulling back with a smile, she whispered against his still parted lips. “You taste like cherry.” And then a giggle broke free as the smile spread across his face. “Maybe, we should try some different flavors. I have a lot more lollipops at home.”

“Carly?” her ex-husband’s voice broke through her erotic reverie.

Blinking her eyes, Carly turned once more to face Sonny. “What did you say?” And then she sent a sideways glance Jax’s way. “Oh, yeah … Candyboy. Hmm, that's about right -- he tastes just like a cherry lollipop." Sighing, she couldn’t help the hint of a giggle that followed, "if only he came in every flavor." And then she looked back at Sonny, a bright smile beaming across her face. Merrily, she added, "but we're working on it."

The moment of disbelief was followed by one of such disgust that Carly and Jax both felt certain that Sonny would never again grace his rival with that particular nickname.

It now belonged exclusively to Carly.