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Mo-Astor Chapter Ten

Tranlastions

Fear Ceile – Husband Pronounced Fy'ar Kay-leh

Bean Cheile – wife Pronounced Byan Kay-leh

Mo chuisle mo chroi – my pulse of my heart

Mo chuisle ~ My pulse

Mo Chroi- My heart

Lee

The sound of a motorcycle has me sitting up on the couch. I planned on a low-key sappy movie fest. I sit up as the bike idles. It could be a prospect checking in on me, or worse, a pissed off Jax sitting in the driveway trying to gather himself. My stomach aches. Did Juice tell him? The engine cuts off, and a few moments later a key turns in the lock. It can only be one of two people. The door swings open and Journee runs in waving her hand back and forth like we're in church and she's about to testify.

"HeaskedmetomarryhimandIsaidyes."

The light catches off a diamond ring, the size of a small planet, and shaped like a heart and hands. I quickly piece together the jumbled words."

"Oh my God! You're getting married." I run to her, and we embrace, jumping up and down as we squeal. I'm not shocked. A man who looks at a woman the way Chibs does is clearly head over hills and willing to do whatever it takes to keep her. We stop bouncing, and I suck air into my greedy lungs.

"About thirty minutes ago."

"And you're not at home riding him like a bike?"

She snickers. "No, he wants to do things proper like and wait until we're married."

"Oh my God. How perfect is he for you?" I cup her face and she gives me a bashful smile.

"It's totally lame, isn't it?"

"No, babe it's beautiful, and everything you deserve. I know how fucked up your headspace was after you and Kyle broke up. Chibs has respected that and guided you away from it. You've come alive in some many different ways since you two started dating."

"I'm nervous."

"That's normal."

"He gave me a month to put this together."

"Oh, shit." It's a big deal these two coming together. Both clubs will want their due.

"I know."

"What are you going to do?"

"Figure it out?" She shrugs.

"Do you have any clue how you want your wedding to be like?"

She shrugs.

"You know you can trust me."

"Do you promise not to laugh?" She whispers.

"Of course."

"There's this castle in Austin I always dreamed of tying the knot in. It's amazing."

"A no shit castle?" I ask.

"Yes, it's gorgeous."

I can't help but grin. "Girl you're marrying your Scottish black knight, it's only fitting you two get hitched in a castle. The scale of your wedding is going to be on par With Princess Diana's anyway."

She giggles. "You don't think it's too much. On the ride over I was thinking, we could play to his Scottish heritage." The joy sparkling in her dark eyes is contagious. We're like prepubescent teens at a slumber party dishing about their crushes.

"Oh, shit. He's waiting outside." She glances toward the door and back at me. " I have a month. I need to figure this out, but I don't want to be a bitch. He just popped the question at the least I should be draining him dry."

I throw back my head and laugh. "Yeah? A little Chibs on the rock."

She shoves me playfully. "Shut up. You down for an all-nighter? I still have to figure out a way to break this to the two women who are going to turn my life upside down with planning."

"You know I am."

"I'll be right back," She says running off.

"What's this I hear lass? Ye already trying to steel me wife, away?" Chibs asks as he comes through the door with Journee slung over his shoulder.

"You're the one who said a month," Journee says.

I laugh as he slaps her ass. "I did. Didn't think it'd have you running off on me the first night."

"I have to deal with my mom and Gemma. I damn well better come up with a strategy. My mom is level-headed by nature, but I'm her only child, she's going to be over the top."

"For the record. I'd never steal, just borrow," I say with a wink.

"Probably best you stay with her tonight," Chibs says as he palms her ass check, massaging it like it's his job. She moans and wiggles, and he grunts. "Four weeks Mo Astor. It's all I can take." He lowers her down and kisses her with a sweetness so at odds with his rough exterior. "I'll help her keep the schedule on track, Chibs."

He salutes. "I appreciate it, lass. I'll leave you to it."

"No, I'm walking you out," Journee says with a pout that makes me grin.

"Alright then, love." He wraps an arm around her and pulls her body to his as they retrace the steps they just made completely lost in each other.

"What do you and don't you want for the wedding?" I hear her ask as they slip from the door.

"As long as you're there love. I don't much care. Just no yellow or brown, reminds me of my last wedding."

She returns with flushed cheeks and dilated eyes.

"You sure you didn't bang out a quickie on the bike?"

She sighs. "I wish. I'm so horny it isn't funny."

I pout. "Poor baby. Four weeks and he's going to fuck that right out of you."

"You love that, don't you?"

I smile. "I kind of do. I been waiting a long time to see you get that juicy little cherry of yours popped."

"So dirty," she purrs as she leans in to kiss my lips. I moan as I taste Chibs on her mouth in the form of smoke and mint. He adds another layer to her sweetness I'm quickly growing used to.

We pull apart and rest our foreheads together.

"You're getting married."

"I know. Can you believe it?" she whispers.

"Yes. I can. I think if you came back from Vegas already married it wouldn't surprise me really. Kind of knew it would be serious from the minute you two started out. Some people just make sense."

"Yes, they do," she says with a knowing expression.

"What? Me and Kick?"

"Ugh, no That's old news. He missed his window."

"O-kay."

"Are you really going to make me say it aloud?"

I bite my inner cheek. I know she's talking about me and Jax. Things have been shifting. "Should've known your Eagle Eye's ass would notice."

"Oh ho. You're admitting it."

I sigh. "We've been spending a lot of time together. The attraction between us isn't new."

"But..." she runs her fingers through my hair, teasing my scalp. The tension flows from my body along with the truth from my lips.

"It's different this time. It's more than physical compatibility. Being there with him and Wendy has allowed me to view him in a new light. He's getting excited about the baby, and growing the fuck up. Something I wasn't sure he'd ever do. It looks damn good on him."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"I don't know." I throw my hands up in the air. "You know what he's like."

"I knew what he was like. Things have changed now. The real question is are you willing to find out more about this new Jax before you label him?"

I sigh. "And be another notch on his belt in the process?"

"What I do know is that Jay would never ever do that to you. If nothing else, he'd stay away. Which is why I'm betting he hasn't made a move yet."

"You think it's mutual?" I ask.

"Oh, honey. I know it is."

"How?"

"Cause he looks at you with cow eyes." She blinks her eyes and I laugh.

"No, he doesn't not."

"Oh my God, are you kidding me? You're both giving them back and forth, and the sexual tension is so thick I could cut it with a knife and eat it."

I close my eyes. "So, what do I do?"

"I say, go for it. What do either of you have to lose? Maybe no one else stuck because the right person has been right in front of you all along. Hello? Sound familiar?"

"Don't' you turn my words against me," I say.

"Why not? You were right, and I've got a Rhyther feeling so am I."

My eyes widen. The Rhyther feeling aka. "the gut" feeling has been keeping people in her family alive longer than I've been on this planet. You can damn near call it a sure bet.

"Well, shit."

"Don't worry. You'll have plenty of time to figure it over the next couple of weeks."

"Why?" I ask narrowing my gaze.

"Oh, because you're my maid of honor and he's the best man." She flashes me a smile that shows her pearly whites.

"You little savage."

"No, just a bastard, love," she says wiggling her eyebrows.

"Did you?"

"Oh no, this was all Filips ideal. He said it only makes sense seeing as how we're so close and they are too. I think he was trying to come up with a valid explanation to give his bff Tiggy. I don't mind taking the blame."

"What a good wifey."

"Oh, Lord, I'm about to be someone's wife."

"Yes, you are. Very soon in fact, which is why we need to get cracking on this. You grab the beers from the fridge, and I'll grab my laptop and fire it up."

"Deal. I'll add some snacks to that and, meet you back here in five minutes."

She returns with cheese, crackers, pepperoni and fruit plate and beers. "You tell me what you have in mind, and I'll organize it."

"I thought we'd go with the colors in his family tartan and what matches them."

"Wait. His what?"

"It's like an old school kilt. It's what they used to wear."

"And you know what his is because?"

"We've been best friends a long time. There isn't much I don't know about the man. When he gets drunk, he's very chatty and revisits his past."

"Does that happen often?"

"Oh no, just… some days were always harder for him to get through. Like his daughter's birthday and the day he got married. The anniversary of his mother's death. He's … had a rough go of it, even before he joined the sons."

"The scars hinted at that," I say gently.

"Yeah. Well, his colors are shades of blue, dark and light. I thought I could go with blues and maybe a bit of purple too."

"That would match well."

"We should see if we can order anything with it."

"Do you know what kind of dress you want?"

"God. A white one?"

"Well, you definitely earned the right."

She covers her face, and I laugh.

"Here. Close your eyes, take a deep breath." I hold her hands. "Imagine you're standing at the end of the aisle in your castle. What are you wearing?"

"It's an ivory white dress that fits to the top of my body and flows out behind me. Not a princess dress, but a light, airy long train. Cathedral train. With lace or applique flowers. It's different from the other dresses you see. Maybe a little sparkle, but not too much."

I type in her descriptions.

"Strapless?"

"No, I want straps."

"Alright, Open your eyes," I say leaving the screen on the image page of the search results.

"Oh," she whispers. Her eyes are huge as she runs her finger over the screen. "They're all so beautiful… but this. This is the one." She taps an offbeat ivory number with a light touch of old world charm, Bohemian flair, and flower appliques. The V-neck back has a little flair I know Chibs will love.

"Beautiful."

"I'll need another one too," she says.

"For the reception? "

She shakes her head. "For the Sons ceremony. I've already decided. There's no way in hell I'm going to battle Sugar and Mama Gemma over this. I'll just let them both have their day to drive me fucking insane over. Besides no way, we're fitting that many people in both. We'll have them back to back, so no one will be put out."

"Okay, makes sense. So, castle for one, what about the other one?"

"Beach."

"God, this is so you."

"And it'll be easy to fit everyone, set up, and be fancy enough, but casual enough for all the Sons and Nomads. I can think of a few who'll want to come."

"I can think of one who won't, but will," I say thinking of Happy.

"Stop it."

"I can't help it. He thought you'd always be there waiting, and he lost you. I get a sick sense of satisfaction from seeing him rattled."

She laughs. "Poor Happy. I don't think he's interested in me that way, though. I think it's the lose of having me to call whenever he needs something."

"Sweet, clueless, Journee. Happy Lowman wants to fuck your brains out."

"Speaking of wanting to fuck your brains out. Are you going to give Jax a shot or not? I need to now before he comes to me trying to figure this shit out."

"Has he?" I asked shocked.

"Not yet," She says in a sing-song voice.

"You're diabolical."

"Nope, I'm trying to get my ducks in a row in case…"

I take a shaky breath. "We're doing it."

"Yes." She cheers making me nervous. "Just remember you gave me the okay."

"What are you going to-."

"Now let's get your dress."

Her sudden change of topic isn't lost to me. This little bitch is up to something. I should be scared, but I'm more excited than anything else. I'm feeling Jackson Teller in a major way, and if we were to meet in the middle, I know we'd make a good pair.

Journee

I'm nervous as I pull up to the parking lot. It's presumptuous of me to design my own crow, but I mean… it's literally my livelihood, and unlike Kyle, Chibs isn't easy to anger. I swear the paper is burning a hole in my pocket. After staying up most of the night making tentative wedding plans with Lee and designing a portfolio like folder to show to Filip I left the house and headed to the studio before opening hours when inspiration struck.

I ended up with a chest piece dedicated to Filip. The sacred heart wrapped in Scottish thistle boasts his name and is held on either side by two black crows. It's one of the few places I have left for a larger piece. I hope he likes it. We decided to come out now. It'll help with the whirlwind planning necessary. A quick call to my mother this morning insured GB new first so that she won't kill me. I took the cowards' way out there. No way was I going to take all the shit I knew the men would give me about Chibs in person. Being an old lady is common enough, but marriage rarely happens unless it's a power play. The over grown teenagers would be making kisses no and asking ridiculous questions before I could finish saying I'm getting married.

I hesitate in the car as I question the respect factor. Shit can get complicated as an old lady. There's a code of conduct you're supposed to follow. While times are changing, and details are left up to each individual couple. I never want to do anything to undermine or disrespect Chibs. My stomach tightens. Barely a week officially with the title and I'm doubting myself. Babe, I have to wait until you're ready to make things official. Right now, you'd fuck it up. Kyle's ugly words echo in my head. I clench my eyes shut and grind my teeth. He's a ghost who refuses to stop haunting me, no matter how long his bitch ass has been gone. Chibs is nothing like him.

A knock on my window makes me jerk. I look up to see Tig's smirking grin and shake my head.

"What you doing? Meditating or sending ole Chiby a telepathic message?"

"Who knew you could use such big words Tiggy?" I ask.

He smiles. "Hey, I read."

"Yeah Playboy," I say as I unlock the door and grab my things. He opens it for me.

"Among other things," he says. sticking his nose into the air like a snob. I laugh.

"Love you, Tiggy."

"Love you to Lips. You hear to see the old man? Congrats on that by the way."

"Thanks. Yeah, I am."

He nods toward my folder. "Is that what I think it is?"

"Maybe. I know it's traditional to have Hap draw them up."

"Hah, trust me Doll. No tin this case," Tig says with a wild, infectious grin that has my mood skyrocketing by the second.

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah. You want me to walk you in?"

I pat his arm. "No, you enjoy your smoke break." I move to step around him, and he grabs my wrist.

"Holy shit, Lips. This what I think it is?" He tilts my left hand toward the light making the diamond glitter.

I nod my head unable to keep the love struck grin from my lips.

Tig lets out a whoop and rushes off faster than I've ever seen him move. I bend over as the belly laugh escapes. You'd think I was marrying him.

"The old bastard is getting married!" His voice echoes out over the buzz and whir of the tools.

"What are you on about?" Bobby asks.

"Lips is marrying Chiby!"

"What." Gemma yells she scurries out of the office. "Since when? Is this confirmed or another one of your hunches?" She crosses her arms, and I giggle as Chibs rushes out the front toward me.

"You just started a riot, love."

"All I did was show up," I say with a light pout.

He chuckles. "Aye. Made my day a lot better doing that." He wraps his arms around me and pulls me into his body. The hard on pressing against my belly makes me moan. He slips his tongue in, and I suck on it, as the world beyond the man in front of me ceases to exist. We part to a round of applause, wolf whistles, and deadly glare from Gemma.

"Why am I just now hearing about this?"

"It happened last night, Mama. Don't be too hard on her. We were going to tell ya, but big mouth beat us to it."

Gemma slaps Tig's arm. "See you ruined it."

"What I do?I was excited," Tig whines.

"You knew, didn't you, you little shits?" Gemma asks, pointing at the men grinning from ear to ear.

"We might've helped him set up," Jax says.

Gemma shakes her head. "We have so much planning to do."

"Sweet, Jesus," I whisper.

Chibs coughs to cover his laugh. "Mind if I have a moment with me lady before you bury her under bridal magazines?"

"Sure. But then she's mine," Gemma says as she turns on her heels and heads back into her office. I'm wishing like hell, Lee wasn't working out of the office today. I may need a rescuer.

"What's that you got love? Seeing one of the lads about some work?"Chibs asks as he steers me away from the open door.

"No. It's. something I drew this morning." I glance down at the asphalt.

"Well let me see it, Lennan."

I hand him the folder and hold my breath.

His eyes widen. "Oh, love it's as stunning as you are. Ye, sure you want my old name there for everyone to see?"

"Yes," I say breathlessly.

A look of uncertainty flashes across his face, and I know he's thinking of Fiona.

I grip his cut and press my hips into him. "This is forever Filip. Nothing short of death is ever taking me from your side. I don't care what happens, jail, runs, or a million arguments. You and I took long enough to find our way to one another. We're not letting anything tear us apart now."

"Aye, lass." He smiles softly. "It's just you're so young. I forget how fierce you are from time to time."

"You ever know me to go back on my word?" I ask meeting his gaze.

He shakes his head. "No."

"And you've known me a damn long time."

"Aye. I believe you. I just wonder if it's the right thing to do tying you to a man like me."

"If you're unsure, please tell e now. Let's call it off, because once I take your name I—"

"Ack my girl. Did I make ye doubt me? You think I don't want you now? These doubts are a result of being played by a fool and wasting years of my life. Don't know how much I have left in me. But whatever remains belongs to you." He backs me up against the wall and blocks my body with his as he trails his hand up my leg and lifts my floor length gown. "I always think about you, Mo Chroi." He brushes the front of my pantie with his knuckles, and I whimper. "I don't give a damn who's around or what they think." The fire inside me roars to life, and I can't help but move my hips. "You feel it too, don't you my little lass?" He slips his fingers inside my panties and circles my clit with his thumb. I hum. The knowledge that any moment someone could come out and catch us has my breasts swollen, my nipples cutting glass, and my cunt flooded with liquid. "You like it as much as I do, don't you? Want everyone to know who you belong to," he whispers leaning in to capture my mouth as he thrusts two fingers inside me. He swallows my moans as he crooks his fingers and pounds inside my tight sheath, hitting all the points that make me jerk like a marionette on a string. My lover is skilled and patient. He's an artist. My body is his canvas, and he's learned the techniques that work best on my surface. I fuck his fingers, slamming my hips onto his thick, calloused digits as I chase the high only my old man can provide. He groans his approval, and my walls tense. He pulls away. "Come for your, Daddy. Let me hear you."

My legs quake as the pressure builds. He drives home twice more, and I splinter.

"Filip." His name is a high-pitched keen I'm sure everyone in the next county heard. Shaking, I slump against the wall as he rights my clothing and sucks his fingers into my mouth. His eyes sparkle with mischief as he ingests the evidence and licks his lips. "For the rest of the day, I'll have the pleasure of tasting you on my town."

"Oh God. Do we have to wait a month?" I ask shakily.

He throws his head back and laughs. "I love you ma girl."

"Love you too, Daddy," I say huskily.

"We're going to have to work hard on stretching out my tight little treasure. The day you become Journee Telford I'm going to fuck you senseless and plant my seed. Had a visit with the doctor the other day."

I frown. "Why?"

"To make sure me swimmers are good."

"And?"

"I got an A on the test."

His proud smile makes me giggle.

"Never had a doubt, Fear ceile."

He blinks. "Oh love, you honor me. Mo Bean Cheile."

"Wife?" I guess.

"Aye. Let me hear it again on your lips. Call me my proper name."

"Fear ceile," I whisper.

"Oh love, I am counting the days until we step in front of a priest. Happy's due in any day now. will ye take me crow then?"

"Of course Mo chuisle mo chroi."

He kisses my forehead sweetly. "We better get back inside before I do more than make you come on my fingers lass."

His whiskey rough words ring with a truth that tells me I'm in for one hell of a marriage.