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Mo Astor Chapter 39
Chibs
As the night winds down, the ladies start to clean up while the men lounge around the dining room table, smoking and enjoying our family time.
Watching as the crows start dishing out the leftovers for Bobby, Juicy, Piney, Sack, and Tig, I can't help but remember when I was one of 'em.
Alone, without an old lady to keep me fed and love on me the way a man's soul needs.
These family dinners could feed me love-starved soul for a good three to four weeks, and Gemma typically doesn't let much longer than that go by till she calls for another one.
I'm grateful for the love she provides the brothers.
But now, I got a love of my own.
I glance over to where Mo Astor is helping her Ma and Lee clean up the table.
Before we were an us, she'd always pack a little extra for me, making sure to include me favorites.
She was takin care of me long before she became me Old Lady.
"Oy! Don't be givin Tiggy all the Green Bean Casserole love! We'll be taking some of it home with us!" I tease the Croweater, Jen, as she scoops portions.
Jen nods to let me know she heard me.
"Don't worry, Daddy, there's plenty left," Journee says as she scoops up my plate.
The words leave her mouth before she can catch herself, and everyone grows silent as our private pet name is just revealed.
"Daddy?" Gemma asks, turning to look at me.
Jax and Tiggy are cracking up, more than aware of our special relationship.
"You saying you're knocked up?" Gem asks, and I can't help but chuckle at how adorably red Mo Astor's face is.
"That's not why she calls him Daddy." Jax teases with a shit-eating smirk.
He nudges her with his shoulder as she collects the roast platter between us.
I chuckle when her elbow "slips" and knocks her big brother right in the back of the head.
"Owe, shit, J!" He huffs, rubbing the spot she knocked his noggin.
A small smirk lines Gemma's lips, and she nods in understanding.
"Ahh. I see, the other kind of Daddy." She chuckles as Tiggy mimes being spanked.
I'm not even the least bit ashamed, but I can see Leannan is downright mortified.
"Jesus Christ, I can't believe I just said that out loud." She mutters, shaking her wild curls in disbelief.
"I can't either. Let's keep the bedroom talk to the bedroom, huh? It's bad enough hearing that shit from Tigger over there. Last thing I need to hear about is a brother's kinky games, especially with my niece." Clay teases.
Everyone bursts out laughing once more.
"Lips, there is a whole side to you I never expected." Tig teases with a wink.
"It's always the quiet ones, huh?" Bobby adds.
"I think I'll just disappear now." She mumbles.
Me love tries to bury her face in Lee's shoulder and make their way to the kitchen.
I move from my seat towards her, wrapping a protective arm around her shoulders and bring her back to the dining area.
"Yew got nothin t'be ashamed about love. These desperate bastards are just jealous they don't have an old lady of their own."
She turns and buries her face in my chest.
"Hey, not all of us bastards are desperate and lonely." Jax tugs Lee to sit on his lap, wrapping an arm around her
"Am I hearing this shit right? Are you finally calling Lee your Old Lady—officially?" Gemma asks, never one to miss an opportunity to solidify those two.
Lee glances up at Jax with bright blue eyes.
"Didn't know it had to be declared. 'Course she's my Old Lady. Shit. As of a couple days ago, we even live together—officially." He says, glancing at everyone to let them know he means every word.
The bashful tinge on Lee's cheeks is a rare sight but a lovely one.
"Well then, congratulations, you two. Bout damn time." Piney adds in that gruff but genuine tone of his, holding up his Tequila bottle.
All the boys give a congratulatory cheer, drinking their drinks.
"Shit sure doesn't take long to change around here, does it?" Bobby says, almost thoughtfully.
"Hell, if you would've told me a few months ago that our Scoundrel Scot and Philandering VP would both be happily monogamous, I would've thought you were fucking nuts." He says, taking a puff from his joint.
"Just goes to show what the love of a good woman can do for you," Gemma adds, looking around at all the guys.
"Well, on that note. I have plans to go make love to a few good women tonight. So, you go ahead and enjoy your monogamy." Tiggy says, standing up from the table.
"Yea and you enjoy your STD then Tiggy." Lee shoots back playfully at him, standing from Jax's lap.
"Nu-uh," He shakes his finger.
"Nobody gets to enjoy the party without a balloon." He grins that Cheshire cat smile that has all of us laughing once more.
"As much as he dips his wick into things if it wasn't protected, it'd've probably fallen off by now," Juicy adds.
Tig winces, cupping himself.
"Don't joke about that." He grumbles, shaking his head.
"Gemma, girls, thank you for a lovely evening and a wonderful meal. Now it's time for me to go feed some Crows." He says, kissing the girls on the cheek before saluting a good night to the rest of us.
We all follow his lead, thanking Gemma and Clay, collecting our Leftovers, and saying our goodbyes.
"You ridin with me, Love?" I ask Mo Astor as we head out down the walkway to where all the vehicles are.
I know she drove over with Lee, but I'd love to end the night with her on the back of me bike.
She glances over at Lee.
"Go for it, Nee. I'm good." Lee says, nodding toward me.
I toss her a thank you wink.
"Then yes, Daddy, I guess I am." She says proudly.
I'm glad the name is out there now.
No more having to hide how special she is to me.
"C'mon Lee, you can ride home with me." I hear Jackie Boy say, tugging Lee away from the car.
"But my car is here?"
"We can come and get it tomorrow. Ride with me tonight." He pulls her into his arms and turns on the Prince Charming act that's gotten him out of a lot of trouble.
"Make him beg Lee." J teases as we walk towards our bikes.
"Hey, what'd I do to you?" Jackie Boy turns to look at her.
"That's not why she calls him it." She mocks his earlier words and tone, and I can't help but chuckle.
No matter how old they get, they'd always be true brother and sister.
Jackie boy flips her off before turning his attention back to Lee, and I turn my attention to Mo Astor.
"You got an early day tomorrow, love?" I ask, brushing her hair back from her face.
"No, Daddy. First client isn't till 10:30."
She steps forward and wraps her arms around me neck.
"Aye, les go for a ride then. Been an awful long time since we enjoyed the fresh night air, and very soon we won't be able ta."
I bend down and brush her lips with mine.
Once we know she's carrying me, bairn, there won't be anymore riding bitch.
Need to enjoy it while we can.
"Mmmm. Sounds wonderful." She whispers against my lips.
"Aye." I press a kiss to her lips once more before taking a step back with a gentle pat to her ass.
"All right, think we're gonna take off too. We'll see you tomorrow some time, I'm sure." Jackie Boy calls to us, handing Lee her helmet.
I climb onto my bike and give Leannan hers.
"You always give in to him." Mo Astor jokes to Lee as I put me own helmet on.
Lee shrugs shamelessly.
"You know I'm a sucker for his baby blues." Lee jokes, climbing onto his bike after him.
"Thank god for that." He teases, clipping on his helmet as Journee does the same to hers.
"Love you both. Have a good night." Lee says, blowing a kiss that Leannan reciprocates.
Jackie boy starts his bike, and the loud roar of the engine ends anymore conversation.
Lee wraps her arms around his waist before he peels out of his Ma's driveway.
I shake my head, bringing me own beast to life.
Leannan wraps her arms around me, and I can't help the warmth that spreads through me. Nothing beats the feel of her holding on tight.
Pulling out of the driveway, I head out onto the streets, ready to go for a nice long ride.
We wind through the streets of Charming and head out to the open road.
It's a gorgeous night, and once away from the city lights, the stars shine brightly.
I can feel Journee resting her head against me back, snuggling close as we drive.
This moment is me own little piece of heaven.
I never thought I'd have this.
At nineteen, I'd given everything I had to my first marriage.
Desperate for a place to belong, someone to care for me, and claim as my own, I'd been blind to the politics going on behind the scenes of The True I.R.A. Fresh out of the Queen's army, I had medical training, firearms, and explosives know-how, and a deep desire to rebel.
Sean Larkin took me under his wing and introduced me to his only girl, Fiona.
The minute I saw her big brown eyes and sly smile, I was a goner.
I loved Fiona with every ounce of my being, but I learned that emotion wasn't fully returned in the most painful way imaginable.
The more time goes by, I've begun to wonder if it was completely one-sided.
After Jimmy O set his sights on her, life ended for what I thought was forever—until Mo Astor showed me differently.
Thas what makes Mo Astor so fucking special to me.
Giving me the love I'd only seen in others.
Having someone love me back was never even an option in me old mind, especially after what Jimmy O did to ma face.
But Little one was always full of surprises.
Before I even realize it, we've made our way to the old valley.
Using the light from the headlight, I guide us off to one of me favorite spots—one of the rare open clearings without too many trees that lets you see the stars for miles.
When I first got to Charming, I spent a lot of time exploring the hills and valleys around here.
It helped it feel a wee bit like home. I guide us off the road onto the bumpy clearing.
Her grip tightens. With her full breasts pressed into my back and the vibrations of the bike between my legs, me little soldier is waking up. Never takes much when it comes to Mo.
I pull the bike over into the clearing and slowly bring it to a stop.
"How you feeling, Leannan?" I ask, placing my feet down to balance us and killing the engine.
"Amazing. It really has been too long since we took a night ride." She climbs off the bike first and unclips the helmet.
I smile at the slightly depressed afro.
She runs her fingers through the coarse curls and fluffs it back out.
Climbing from the bike, I remove my helmet as my eyes adjust to the darkness.
The bright light of the moon reflects off her dark curls, shining on her crown like a halo and illuminating the dark chocolate of her skin.
She looks practically ethereal out here like this.
I dunnae think she even realizes how breathtaking she is.
"You're so beautiful, Mo Astor." The depth of my emotions for this woman makes me heart ache.
"Filip." She whispers, bashfully looking down. I tilt her chin up and lean down, pressing our lips together. Her moan into my kiss stokes the never fully extinguished fire. I close my eyes and step closer, wrapping my hands around her hips. Her soft curves press into me as her arms twine around my neck.
"I have a surprise for ye, love."
"You do?"
"Aye." I lower her arms to her side and move to open up my saddlebag.
I pull out the baby blanket my sister Greer gave us and place it gently in her arms.
"Is this what I think it is?" She whispers.
"Aye. Thought it was time we put it to the test." I pull out the black torch I always keep in me saddlebags and turn it on.
"Les find the perfect spot." I turn and offer her my back.
"Hop on love. I'll carry ye. Don't want ye to hurt yerself."
"Filip, you don't have to do that—."
"Now." I lower my voice and bend down slightly.
Journee wraps the blanket around her, loops her arms around my neck, and legs around my waist, and I stand.
Aiming the light onto the ground, I move away from the bike and down into the green valley.
I find a spot in the center of an open field, surrounded by trees with mountains in the distance.
I tilt my head back and admire the star-splattered sky.
"Here," Journee breathes.
I ease her back down onto her feet and help her lay the blanket down onto the soft grass.
People would be shocked by how green Northern California actually is.
Laying down with her head on my chest, I run my fingers through her hair.
"This is how we started."
"I know," she whispers.
There's something almost reverent about being full circle like this as husband and wife.
What started with a first date in the back of a truck has yielded the life of my dreams.
Rolling onto my side, I trace her plump lips and kiss the corners.
I want to show her just how much I love her.
Humming, she parts her lips, and I slip inside, tasting the marshmallows she's pilfered from Gemma's cabinet on the way out.
I cup her face and suck her tongue into my mouth.
She fists her hand in my t-shirt. I love her needy gestures.
Bending down, I make love to her mouth as I lower my body to hers.
Widening her legs, she allows me to fit between her shapely thighs.
I feel her heat through the layers of denim I'm straining against.
She rocks up, and I groan.
"Filip," she whimpers.
"I'm right here with ye, love," I assure her.
This is all still new for me wife.
"I need—."
"What do you need?" I whisper, sucking the skin of her neck into my mouth.
"More." She growls and tugs on my hair.
I've never seen her so aggressive.
"Then more yew shall have." I tug her shirt over her head and yank down her bra, baring her breasts.
I roll us, placing her in my lap as I suckle her breast and massage its twin.
She grinds her hips into me, and my cock twitches.
"Yew want t'go for a ride, little lass?"
"Please, Filip. I need you inside me."
We fumble with our pants like clumsy teenagers.
I don't want to do anything to derail her sudden bought of bravery.
"I don't know what to do," she whispers.
"Let me help you." I run my dick between her slick lips, coating myself in her juice before I grip my base.
"Come and take your Daddy inside, love. I want to see it."
Climbing on top of me, she places her legs on either side of my legs.
Lowering, she slowly takes the head of me into her heat.
I grit my teeth. It's an even tighter fit than usual from this position.
"That's a good, lass." I circle her clit, and her walls flex, making me hiss as she gives me a fresh gush of cream to ease her way.
"That's it. Nice and slow. Take all of me."
Pressing her hands against my chest, she wiggles her hips, taking me in, inch by torturous inch, until she's breathing hard, contracting around me and buried to the hilt.
"You're too big, Filip."
"Shhh. I'm just right."
Leaning up, I capture her lip as I continue to stroke her swollen bundle of nerves.
Together we find a rhythm she likes.
I let her take the lead, enchanted by the magical picture she presents as she rides me cock with the stars as her background.
I grip her hips thrusting up in time with her movements.
Arching her back as she grows in confidence, she flexes her muscles.
Her movements falter.
"I'm so close," She croaks.
"I got ya." I move her hips, helping her keep pace as I drive into her.
Her body tenses and she begins to shake, crying out as she takes me over with her.
I cannae stop the groan of relief as her action draws my seed inside her.
The chill from the night air helps cool our heated bodies as we both struggle to catch our breaths. I wrap the sides of the blankets around us, keeping her warm.
The bright starry sky, the dark rolling hills, and the crisp breeze bring me back to that special night on our Honeymoon in me homeland.
This time feels special.
I send a prayer to whoever might be listening that maybe this time the seeds will take root. There's nothing I want more than to start a family with this amazing woman and to have her attached to me for the rest of me days.
She lifts her head from my chest, and I can see her sweet, dopey smile.
"I love you so much, Filip." She says softly, flexing her muscles around me.
"I love you too, Journee," I reply, pressing our lips together.
This woman has me heart, body, and soul wrapped around her wee finger, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Jax
I take the long way home from Ma's, savoring the feel of my woman on the back of my bike.
I've had a few girls ride bitch over the years, but none ever seemed to fit as perfectly with me and the bike as Lee does.
Of course, with a name like Harley, I shouldn't be surprised she knows her way around the machine.
She's been on the back of a bike as long as I've been driving one.
I can feel her level of comfort just in how she holds me.
She's not nervous or hanging on for dear life.
Even Wendy, who had more experience than most, would still ride tense.
Lee's whole body is relaxed.
She moves with me through turns, let's go at stop lights and even spreads her arms like she's flying on long straightaways.
Right now, her full, supple breasts press into my back; her long legs tuck just behind mine and her lean arms hold tightly around my waist.
Even though she's holding tight, I know it's not for fear of the road but because she just wants to be close to me.
I can't stop the grin on my face as the wind whips around us.
Her fingers begin to find their way underneath my shirt, tickling the sensitive skin.
"Trying to crash us?" I tease, yelling over my shoulder.
"Encouragement to get home faster." She yells back, making me smirk.
"Yes ma'am." I shout back, revving the engine.
I glide through the streets I have memorized, knowing I could get to the house on muscle memory alone.
I pull into the driveway of our home, grinning like a fool.
"Home sweet home." I say killing the engine and parking.
I know she's rolling her eyes at me, but even in the dark I can see the small smirk on her face.
"People would be shocked with just how cheesy you really are." She jokes, unlocking the door to let us in.
I slip my arms around her waist, walking in with her.
"Yea, well don't go 'round spoiling my rep." I place a kiss to her temple before releasing her.
She disarms the alarm and removes her jacket before handing it to me to hang up for her.
I love our silent conversations, knowing each other's routines without needing to say a word.
"You have a good time tonight?" I ask, removing my cut to hang on the hook next to her jacket before resetting the alarm.
"I did. It's been too long since we had a family dinner. It's always so much fun when we're all together. Did you?" She asks, already walking to the bedroom to change.
Thinking back to my earlier proclamation at my mom's house, I pause.
"Yea, yea I did." I answer back to her.
Slipping my hand into the pocket of my cut I pull out the sketch J and I made.
I slip the piece of paper into the back pocket of my jeans, toe my shoes off and walk to our bedroom.
My eyes catch the different ways she's continued to incorporate me into the house.
Pictures of the two of us, both old and some new, on the walls.
Little knick-knacks and dorm decorations of mine mixed in with hers.
My stomach bubbles excitedly.
I'd laid my claim with the brothers, letting them know where she stands with me.
Now it's time to make sure she knows.
Walking into the bedroom, I pause in the door watching as she strips out of her jeans.
Her long lean legs are revealed as she sheds the denim.
My eyes trail up the tanned, toned skin.
She's always loved to go for runs, and the muscles in her legs reflect it.
Pulling her top over her head my eyes continue to trail up her strong back and it's easy to picture my crow on any of the bare spots.
She doesn't have a ton of ink, not like my sister the artist.
Just a few pieces that mean something to her, done exclusively by J.
At the top of her left thigh is a beautiful mix of pink flowers and crows.
Over her left shoulder blade, she has an upright AK-47 wrapped in a rose vine, with the reaper scythe coming out of the tip of the gun and SOA in block letters placed beside it.
I know on her left wrist she also has a small anarchy heart, but the front of her body is practically a bare canvas, ready to be filled with my imagination.
I smirk to myself as she pulls one of my shirts from the clean laundry pile over her head, leaving her in just my shirt and a pair of pale blue cotton panties.
"I feel those eyes Teller." She glances over her shoulder at me with a mischievous glint in her sapphire blues.
"Can you blame me darlin? I come in the room and you're over here putting on a show for me." I tease pulling her into my arms.
"Oh my god Jackson, I was not putting on a show. I was literally just changing for bed." She grumbles, pushing at my chest.
"And to me, that's a beautiful show." I press our lips together, silencing that silver tongue of hers.
She presses her lips back against mine, winding her arms around my neck.
"I have something for you." I say, resting my forehead against hers.
"That's nothing new." She teases, rolling her hips against mine.
I chuckle.
"It's not that…not yet anyway." I release her, taking a small step back.
"You know I meant what I said at Ma's house tonight right?" I begin.
My stomach starts to knot anxiously.
Her eyes practically sparkle, and I find myself falling into their deep blue depths.
"Which part?" She asks, tilting her head slightly.
I clear my throat.
"The uh, the part about you being my old lady. Cause you are Harley. We're not just dating or any of that other bullshit. You're my old lady and I want it to be represented on you."
Her eyes widen as realization starts to sink in.
"Wait are you…?" She trails off as I nod.
"I want you to take my crow Lee. I want everyone to know you're taken by me." I proclaim, holding my breath anxiously.
I can practically see the wheels spinning in her brain as she processes my request.
"A-are you sure?" She asks and I can't stop my scowl.
"Of course I'm sure. Look I know in the past I rushed into crows with Tara and Wendy, but you and me babe…we've taken our time to get here. But we're here and after that shit with Kick and all the stuff headed our way, I just want everyone to know who you belong to."
She pulls her lips in towards her teeth, pressing them together tightly before nodding to let me know she hears me.
This little move of hers is a tell-tale sign that she's got something to say but is doing her best to bite her tongue.
"What's going through your head?"
She releases her lips and shakes her head.
"No, nothing you make a good point. I guess I had just forgotten that both of them had your crow too."
She looks up at me with a tight smile and I realize what's bothering her.
Even though I can basically read her mind, I'm gonna make her spell it out.
She don't get to start biting back on the important stuff.
Especially when I know somethings really bugging her.
It's this new tendency she's picked up since we started dating.
Beforehand she never held anything back, but I noticed she was a lot more careful now.
I don't like it one damn bit, so I'm gonna make her come clean with me.
Cupping her cheek with my hand I tilt her head up to meet my eyes.
"Don't hide shit from me Lee. I can see you holding back. Talk to me." I encourage her.
Her shoulders droop.
"It's nothing Jax…" She tries to lie.
"Harley." I keep my tone even, but blunt so she knows I'm not playing around.
Placing her hands on my hips, she releases a sigh.
"I really can't hide anything from you can I?" She bats her eyelashes at me.
I roll my eyes but give her a small smile.
"No. I know you too damn well. So out with-it."
"I know it's the crow your dad designed, and I respect that it's the official SamCrow brand, it's just… knowing there are already two other girls branded by you is…well it just sort of takes away some of the special magic receiving a crow has." She shrugs, and I can tell she's feeling nervous about the truth she revealed.
Threading my fingers through her hair, I cup the back of her head and draw her towards me to press a kiss to her forehead.
I never want her to feel like she can't be open with me, so now I wanna show her that her sharing is a good thing.
"I hear you babe. I don't like that they both have my crow still either. And this is special, especially for us. I know you've never been inked for a guy before. I want to be your only and I want you to feel special. Cause you are special to me Harley. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone. More than Tara and especially more than Wendy. That's why I don't want you to have that crow." I say, dropping my hand and reaching into my back pocket.
She drops her hands from my waist as her eyes narrow slightly, studying me.
"I didn't want you to have the same shit they had, you ain't even in the same category as them. They're exes, but you and me…and soon our boy, we're a family, that's my future." I press a sincere kiss to her lips.
"So I asked J to help me create something just for us. Something that won't remind us of my past and to represent who we are."
Her eyes are comically wide and I can see them brewing with excitement.
"Really?" She asks almost giddily.
"Really." I agree, presenting her with the paper.
She takes it from me gingerly, opening it carefully.
Her eyes study the sketch slowly, taking in every line.
My stomach knots once more when she doesn't say anything.
Her fingers brush over the details.
I study her eyes as they slowly become glossy.
Panic skitters down my spine.
What if she doesn't like it?
"Do you like it babe? I mean if you don't we can come up with something else together." I stumble over the words fretfully.
Her eyes look up into mine and I feel like my breath has been stolen.
They're the softest blue I've ever seen, sparkling like diamonds in the light beneath unshed tears.
"Jackson…it's beautiful. I love it." Her voice is quiet, but I can hear the sentiment in her tone.
"I love it so much!"
She throws her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly to her.
I can't stop the smile that pulls at my cheeks.
Wrapping my arms around her waist, I lift her from the ground happily, holding her tight.
"I love you so much Harley." I say honestly as I place her back on her feet.
I frame her face in my hands, tilting her head up and pressing our lips together.
She moans into the kiss before I end it.
"I love you too Jackson." She says sweetly and I can't stop my grin.
She looks at me through her long lashes and I know there's something else running around in that big brain of hers.
"What?" I ask, rubbing my thumb across her bottom lip.
"Do you really mean it Jax? About being a family…seeing a future together?"
Her walls are down, she's showing me her hopes too.
"Fuck yea baby. I'm never letting you go. Shit, I'd marry you right now if you'd let me." I say honestly.
Her eyes widen before pulling into a smile.
"Is that you proposing?" She asks playfully.
I chuckle, resting my hands on her hips.
"Naw Darlin. I assure you, WHEN I propose they'll be no questioning that's what I'm doing. But this is me letting you know it's gonna be coming. You getting my Crow is just the first step. I don't plan on stopping till you're wearing my last name, maybe even putting my baby in your belly." I continue cautiously, watching for her reaction.
She snorts but I see the small smile.
"Maybe we wait on that till the first one comes out of Wendy."
She pats my stomach before taking a step back.
I mentally cheer.
She didn't say no!
"Might be a good idea."
I release my grip on her hips so she can finish her nighttime routine.
"Speaking of Wendy, guess who I saw coming outside Hairy Dog this morning when I was running errands for Gem?" She calls from the bathroom.
I take my gun from the holster and place it onto my nightstand before removing my rings.
I can hear the water running as she brushes her teeth and washes her face.
I know her nighttime routine as well as my own.
"Hairy Dog's a Nords Bar. Ain't her typical hang out. 'Specially pregnant. Was she alone?" I ask shedding my shirt and dropping my jeans off my hips to wait next to the bed.
"Definitely not alone. She didn't see me and J cause she was too busy cuddled up tight with a new boo. She seemed happy though." She walks out of the bathroom, freshly scrubbed.
Her slightly rosy cheeks are adorable.
"Good for her. S'long as he does nothing to fuck with my kid, I'm happy for 'em." I say honestly, leaning in to steal a kiss and tasting the spearmint of her toothpaste.
"Well he was definitely a Nord, not just a hang around. He sported some serious A.B. Ink."
I shrug, moving past her into the bathroom as she heads to the bed.
"Like I said, I could give a shit whos dicking her down, s'long as she's taking care of my boy, I'm good."
I take my turn to brush my teeth as Lee turns down the covers.
"I get it. It was just surprising is all. I mean if she's happily moved on, I'm grateful. But Nords make me nervous."
I spit, rinsing my mouth out.
"Why? They're nothing more than a bunch of elitist assholes who think they're better than everyone else cause their skin shade is white."
Flipping the bathroom light off I walk towards the bed.
"Who, in our area, are also notorious for their meth market." She looks up at me and raises an eyebrow.
"Something, I recall, your ex-fiancé was quite fond of." She nods knowingly to me.
I sigh and nod my response, letting her know I hear her.
"Fair enough. She seemed fine last meeting, but I'll do a check in again soon." I inform her, heading to do a security check in the house.
"Surprise check in. Easy to sober up when it's planned." She yells to me.
"Sure thing Gemma." I call back, smirking to myself cause I can just see the pissed off face she made as soon as I said it.
"Not funny Asshole. I'm not being her, I'm just…being aware." She yells to me as I check the alarm, the locks and all the windows one last time.
I walk back to the room pausing in the doorway when I see Lee sitting in the bed.
She's holding the sketch of her new crow, placing it on different spots of her body.
"So where you thinking?" I ask, climbing into the bed beside her.
She smiles brightly at me, placing the sketch on her nightstand before flipping her light off.
"Not sure yet. Any requests?" She asks.
I flip my light off and scoot down in the bed.
"If I had my choice, right on your forehead so everyone could see it as soon as they looked at you." I tease, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
"Oh that'll go over real well at work." She mumbles.
I chuckle, moving to my back and lifting my arm for her to curl up to me.
Her body moves next to mine as she slips a hand up my chest to around my neck.
"Honestly babe, wherever you want. I know you gotta be careful how visible your ink is, but maybe a shoulder or some place that others can still see it without you having to be totally naked."
She giggles, turning to look up at me.
"Someplace visibly hidden?" She asks as I wrap my arms around her, pulling her tightly to me.
"Yes, visibly hidden is exactly right."
I press my lips to her crown, shifting in the bed comfortably.
"Where you pick will be perfect darlin. Can't wait to see my brand on your skin. No one's gonna be able to question who you belong to after that."
She snuggles closer to me, releasing a soft sigh.
"Not that they do anyways, but I'll talk to J tomorrow, get started right away." She says, tilting her head to look up at me.
"I love you Jackson." She says sweetly, puckering her lips to me.
"Love you too Harley. So damn much." I whisper pressing our lips together before we snuggle closer.
This went better than I could've hoped for.
She's proudly gonna be bearing my ink and she didn't freak out when I mentioned my long-term plans for us.
Maybe things might actually work out in my favor.