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Mo Astor Chapter 42

Lee

As VP, I know Jax will be in the thick of whatever is going on, but this is my first time dealing with it from an Old Lady perspective. He's kept me glued to his side since he left church. I know better than to ask despite my desperate desire to know what the hell is going on. If he wants to, he'll offer what he can. This is a new dance I don't know the moves to yet. Couples handle this life in several ways. Some know it all. Others turn a blind eye and maintain deniability by being told nothing, and others are a mixture of the two. With his position, things are going to be sensitive as shit. I deal with the books, but I don't delve into Sons' business. That's for those who wear the reaper only. The line they draw in the sand is a clear one.

"You, okay?" I ask tentatively, following him into his dorm. Jax doesn't talk until he's good and ready to. I know not to push, but I want him to know I'm here for whatever he needs.

"Nah. I don't even want to think about this cluster fuck of a situation. That'll come tomorrow." He cups the back of my neck and pulls me to him. "I don't want you alone until we know what's going on. Reschedule your outside appointments."

"Jax," I think of how behind that'll put me.

"I'm not kidding Harley."

The use of my full name shuts me up. "Okay, I understand."

"Good. Stick with Baby J. I want both of you covered at all times. That's easier to accomplish when you're attached at the hip. It'll be like high school all over again."

"Shut up." I elbow him playfully, and he laughs.

The tension between us eases. We've been through bad times before. This is just another bump in the road.

"Ya know…this is the first time I've gotten you in my dorm since we got together."

He raises a playful eyebrow and I'm grateful for the lighter subject.

"And I know it's clean, Cause I watched your sister do it," I shoot back.

"Always gotta have the last word, don't you?" His hand moves up to cup my cheek.

"It's a skill I happen to excel at." I grin, batting my eyelashes playfully.

"Good thing I know how to shut you up then, huh?"

"You wish."

Pulling me towards him, he presses his lips to mine. I moan, unable to resist his masculine flavor. Opening my mouth, I accept his dominating tongue. I fist his growing hair and reassure myself he's here beside me and not smoke and ash.

This life can be fleeting, and Jax has a target painted on his back for a shit ton of reasons.

Tilting my head, I deepen the kiss, needing more. I push him down to sit on the edge of the bed before I climb into his lap, winding my body around his. I soak up his warmth and the scent of leather, smoke, and man. He palms my ass and grinds up against me with an animalistic grunt. The friction has me whimpering. He's hard as steel, and my pussy is already clutching on air in anticipation.

"You always taste so damn good," He rasps nuzzling my neck with his nose.

Fisting his kutte, I rock my hips, loving the moan that spills from his lips. He's always so cocky and in control. Tonight, I want to be the one who makes him lose it. I reach down between us and undo his belt.

"I need you inside me, Jackson." I pop his button and pull down his zipper. He springs free, swollen and pulsing. "I want to ride your cock until you explode."

"Fuck, babe. Yes." He groans.

Wrapping my hand around his thick cock, I tighten my fist. His dick twitches, and I spit on him and begin to pump.

"Jesus Christ." He groans, clutching the sheets, and I smirk. I know exactly how to please a man. It was part of my education in the life. Men are prone to stray, and you know from a young age that you'll be competing with Crows if you date a brother. So, you need to have all the moves, but the façade of someone more respectable. I think it's one reason why Journee and I turned to each other to practice and discovered we had a genuine attraction between us.

Easing off his lap, I kneel. His eyes go comically wide, and I bite back a chuckle as I take him to the back of my throat.

"Oh shit. Oh shit," he chants.

I hum, and his hips jerk up. I relax my throat in response, and I swear the black of his eyes nearly blots out the blue as desire hits him.

"Lee. Fuck yes." He fists my hair, and I continue to work him over. When I taste the gush of salty precum, I pull away.

"Shit." He whines.

"Don't worry. I got better plans for him." I hold his gaze as I remove my clothes and walk over to straddle his lap. "Tonight. I'm in control," I whisper. Biting his lip hard, I grip his base as I ease down onto his length. He moans. I lean forward, lifting and lowering as I ride him. I flex my inner walls and pick up my speed.

"Oh yeah. Just like that, Lee." He grips my neck but doesn't restrict my movement.

"You like that, Jackson?"

"Fuck yes, I do." His eyes are practically indigo, filled with desire and need.

I climb higher, heady off the way he moves inside me.

He drives up, pounding into my pussy. We're two desperate, wild beings as our bodies come together, creating delicious friction I can feel to my very soul. I meet his thrusts and tighten my walls. His muscles flex and strain. Sweat beads on his brow.

"Give it to me, Jax. I want to feel you flooding me."

"Shit. shit, shit." He grips my hip in one hand and drives deeper with each thrust. I slam down, and he squeezes my hips, keeping me in place as he twitches inside of me, going off like a geyser. The heat triggers my own release, ripping his name from my throat.

I swim back to the surface and find myself sprawled across his chest as we lay back on the bed.

"Not sure what kicked that off, but please feel free to repeat it anytime." He teases, his fingers lazily playing with the ends of my hair.

I'm too comfortable to do much else but roll my eyes. "If you're a good boy, I just might." I glance up at him loving the boyish smirk that covers his cheeks.

"Trying to rehabilitate me? You really are my old lady." He winks.

We both laugh, and I bury my face into his neck.

His lips press to my crown as I snuggle closely to him.

I don't know what lays in front of us tomorrow but I'll enjoy his presence while I can.

"Rise and shine, Princess."

I groan. "What time is it?"

"Five-thirty."

I toss a pillow at his head. "Then why are you waking me?"

"Because we need to relocate you. I got to take care of some things."

"And I can't sleep through it. Why?" I stretch out the last word as my Trager upbringing slips out. Tig is the King of whining.

"You're usually more of a morning person than this." His chipper tone makes me want to beat him over the head with a pillow.

"Not when someone kept me up all night," I mumble, already missing the anonymity sleep provided. Even as my brain boots up, I'm worrying about Jax and what he and Tig might face. I might hide it well, but I'm no different from any other woman who loves someone with a dangerous job.

He laughs and sits me up. "Can you blame me babe? If you saw how sexy you looked riding my cock you wouldn't have wanted to sleep either." I roll my eyes at him but have to admit he does have a unique form of flattery.

"I'll help. Arms up." I do as he asks. He places one of his old Samcro shirts over my head. "I even got these out for you." He hands me a pair of leggings, and I slip them on. My blood runs cold when he reaches into the nightstand beside his bed and pulls out a fat stack of hundreds. My man never walks around light in the wallet, so this can only mean one thing, bribery. Scooping me into his arms, he leaves the dorm and makes the quick trip a few doors down. He knocks on the door and I soak in the comfort and security being in his arms provides me for as long as I can. A few moments later, a wild-haired low-lidded Scot appears.

"Ya need me, Jackie boy?"

"Making a delivery." He walks inside and places me beside Journee, who smiles sleepily and pulls me into her body. Clearly, the boys had this planned out ahead of time. Nice of them to not consult with us. I'd bitch if I wasn't so damn exhausted. Right now, Journee is soft, warm, familiar, and the only thing keeping me from bursting into tears in front of Jax. What's going on is huge. This is the type of thing that starts a war. I place my hands over Journee's as she big spoons around me. I hear the boys whispered conversation at the door. Jax kneels beside the bed.

His long fingers tuck some of my loose strands behind my ear before his warm hand palms my cheek.

His cerulean eyes peer into mine and I can see the worry he's trying to hide from me.

"I'm headed out. Stay with Journee, and both of you hang close to Chibs today, Okay?"

"Okay," I whisper, nodding.

He gives me a soft smile before raising an eyebrow at the form behind me.

"Baby J?"

"Jaysus, Mary, and Joseph. My Old man is right there."

"Still your big brother."

Journee snorts, and her warm breath caresses my ear. "Yes, J. We'll stay together and beside Filip."

"Good girl." He pats her head, and she bats him away.

"See you soon, beautiful." Jax leans in and captures my lips. Slipping my hand out from the covers, I cup his cheek and kiss him deeply.

But I refuse to let him taste a goodbye on my lips.

"Love you, stay safe," I whisper, trying to hold back the emotion threatening to break through.

"Always babe. Love you too." His fingers wrap around my wrist holding my arm in place before pressing a sweet kiss to the colored ink of his Crow on my skin.

I smile softly at his recently developed quirk.

He gives me a wink before he rises from his knees.

His entire demeanor changes as he stalks from the room with a little extra swagger in his step. That's Jackson Badass Motherfucker Teller, SamCro VP, who's just as likely to smash your face in as he is to negotiate if the situation depends on it.

The door shuts behind him, and I let a few tears escape.

"Ack. It's okay, Leelove. Jackie boy has more lives than a damn cat. He'll be back before ya know it. Come on. Let's all try to get some more sleep, yeah?" Chibs walks to the opposite side of the bed and climbs in behind Journee. Extending his arm to me, he places his hand over the one I have linked with Journee. I gratefully accept the additional comfort and the feeling of safety that allows me to relax back in the bed. I can't hide from the situation forever, but I can try and rest and empty my brain. I'll store up my energy to have when I need to stand firm.

Journee

"I'm starting to see why Ma has always got her hands in something," I mumble.

"That's a scary thing, understanding Gemma better," Lee says.

I sigh. "There's something to keeping busy."

"Yeah, which is why we're making muffins for everyone, not orchestrating lives," Lee mumbles.

I laugh. "Ma's never been known for her restraint, has she?"

Once Chibs had been called to church before the sun was up, sleep was no longer viable for either of us. Knowing they were in the room plotting and discussing steps that would drastically impact our future had us playing the what-if game. It was better to make ourselves useful than to feed into each other's paranoia.

"Did you get anything from Chibby before he went in to Church?"

I shake my head. "I don't think he even knows anything yet. I was trying to get a read on him, but he was a damn stone wall." I pout.

"Aaaah. So Daddy can say no."

I stick my tongue at her. "Meanie head."

"Jax didn't even swing by to check-in, so you know it's time-sensitive."

"It feels like they've been in there forever." The timer dings.

"Only twenty minutes."

"A lot can happen in that amount of time." I flour the fresh blueberries to keep them from sinking into the muffin batter as she takes out our first batch and places them on a cooling rack. I noticed my Godfather's bike outside. They don't call Hap in for nothing.

"Well, if it isn't my little beams of sunshine." Gemma appears in the doorway in a full face of make-up with form-fitting jeans and a low-cut black shirt. How she's this put together before the sun has risen is beyond me. Lee and I are still dressed in pajama pants and one of our Old men's t-shirts.

"Morning Ma." We chime.

She lingers in the door frame observing us with that unreadable expression that used to make me crawl inside my skin.

"If I had known marriage would turn you into Betty Crocker, I would've gotten you down the aisle sooner."

"Don't start." I shake my head. She's so amused and pleased about my new status as Mrs. Telford.

"And baby, Can I say Old Lady status looks good on you? Got you in here acting domestic and shit."

"Like you aren't coming in here to oversee us." I peer up from continuing to flour the fresh blueberries.

"I'm making sure everything goes smoothly. There's a difference."

I roll my eyes. Right.

"Keep that up, and those pretty brown eyes Chibs loves so much might get stuck." Ma's voice teases.

Stuck or knocked out of my head?

"Sorry, Ma. I'm a little cranky."

"Didn't get the daily dose of D this morning?"

"Ma!" My jaw drops.

"What? I'm trying to encourage procreation techniques."

Lee snickers.

"Don't think you aren't on my list? You and Jackson need to have a son to go with this one."

"What if the sonogram is wrong and Wendy is actually having a girl," Lee says, clearly stunned at how far ahead she's planning.

I grin, enjoying seeing her roasted on the hot coals Ma's been dragging me through.

"Tellers have boys. It's what we do. Not even that Junkie whore is gonna mess with that tradition. And you two always do everything together. I give ya a few months between pregnancies."

Times like this, I swear my mother's a witch. One capable of bending the laws of physics to her whims. Because her predictions feel more like commands to the universe that better be obeyed.

"You girls are lucky. I had to go it alone. You have each other." She continues her lecture and informative speech. "Your babies will grow up together and have a tight bond. It'll keep Samcro strong."

If we were using condoms, I'd be worried about my mother poking holes in them. "We're all just getting settled in, Ma. No need to plot our entire future."

"Only way to rule, with a clear vision and foresight." She points at us. "Remember that."

"Yes, Ma," we agree. It's so much easier to give in when the matter is important.

She nods her approval and walks over to pat our cheeks. "Good girls. I knew I raised ya right."

It's times like this, I can't help but wonder what would happen if ladies went into the ring and my mothers went head-to-head. Because each of them seems to believe they assembled me like a lego set.

I meet Lee's gaze.

She widens her eyes slightly.

You okay?

I wink.

Yeap.

We don't need words to communicate anymore.

There were times when the Queen could be too much to handle. I'd always fled to Lee's home, wherever that might be, or Opie's once upon a time. Jax's little mutiny with Tara had thrown her into a panic. Being a main recipient of Gemma Love was hell on earth. That little stunt had fucked us all in so many ways.

"Better get those batches in. The men are going to be starving when they come out. Stress eaters." She snorts.

And just like that, our mother-daughter bonding time is over.

Lee and I work together to churn out a few more trays before the door opens and the men walk out of the chapel. My heart races. I wait to see the next order from Clay, who looks like someone pissed in his Wheaties. Him in this mood is always a dangerous thing. Lee and I move closer together, bodies brushing as he stands to his full height and surveys his court.

"Lockdown won't be ending just yet." My heart sinks. "But we got things under control. Shouldn't be long." I wish I believed him. This stinks of turf invasion. That always gets bloody fast—my stomach rolls. I swallow down the bile trying to creep up my throat. Lee laces her fingers with mine and squeezes, grounding me. We're anchoring each other, ready to weather the storm blowing in on the dry air. She's just as worried as I am.

"It's business as usual for the boys. Got to keep up appearances. Prospects will hang back in here with you." He turns his attention to us. "I see the ladies have provided us with some breakfast. Eat up, boys. We're going to be putting in a long day." In other words,, don't expect them home. The tension ratchets up as we wait for his dismissal. You can see how much he covets the power as he keeps us in a perpetual limbo, stretching out the moment.

"You're free to go." Everyone moves at once, and the quiet club is filled with noise. Brothers hurry to grab a muffin, others head to their dorms to dress for the day, and Gemma makes her way over to Clay. She's got her ass-kissing face on. The extra nice exterior she puts on when she wants something. I never appreciated her skills as much as I do now. Whatever she can glean, she'll give us a watered-down version of for heads up.

Chibs and Jax walk over with two muffins in their hands and one in their mouths. I can't help but laugh at the picture they present.

"Wha?" Jax asks around a mouthful of muffin.

I smile. "Just reminded of mornings growing up."

"Nah, then it'd have to be a bowl and a whole box of cereal he's guarding like a gargoyle," Lee adds.

"Oh my God. The epic battles we got into over Cookie Crip was real." I laugh, thinking of the sword battle we had with spoons.

Jax swallows, and I marvel at the fact that he hasn't choked to death yet. "It's the best."

"And you always had to one-up me and have something I didn't." I scowl.

He smiles. "I don't know what you mean, darling."

"Filthy lies," I whisper.

"Back ta ye corners children. Walk with me Mo. Wanna have a few moments wif ya before I have t'clock in."

"You're lucky." I point my finger at Jax, who laughs.

"Right? Hey, need you two to swing by Wendy's. Bitch hasn't picked up my calls recently."

"That's because she knows it's you," Lee says, sneaking a bite of the muffin in his hand.

"Be honest. You're sending us because you fear the waffle iron." I goad him.

"When did you get so bratty?"
"Learned it from watching you, big brother," I say, sticking out my tongue.

"What she means is, yes, we'll be happy to swing by and instill fear in that little bitch," Lee drawls.

"Thank you, babe."

I grin, enjoying their domestic exchange. Those two together is a long wished for a present. Jax bends down to capture her mouth in a blueberry crumb-coated kiss, and I turn my attention to my old man. His eyes are full of worry.

"Filip?"

"Not here, Mo."

I swallow, and he wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me to his side.

"Jesus. I wanted to tell Wifey thank you at least before you take her into your bedroom and chain her to the bed." Tig pops up and kisses my cheek.
"Tha's more you than me, brotha."

"Don't I know it." Tig's blue eyes gleam devilishly. "You two love birds have fun. I have a future son-in-law's patience to test." He rubs his hand in glee and stalks off. I regret not being able to see it. No one can get under Jax's skin like Tiggy.

"At least he's realized they're in it for the long haul," Chibs says.

"And yet he hasn't eased up. Going to be real interesting going forward." I grin. I love it when someone else gives the big lug shit. He needs to have his head deflated regularly to keep from floating away.

"You'll love every minute of it, me wicked beauty."

"Aye."

Chibs chuckles. Even now that we're alone, he's still wearing his club persona. He's gone on guard. What had they talked about? He's never hidden much from me. But that was partially the fact that I could be trusted and all the alcohol he was constantly drowning himself in. What happens now? I fight back nausea as worst cause scenarios flash in my mind. We reach his dorm, and he unlocks the door and lets me step inside. The minute the door is closed, he has me pressed against his chest.

"Chibs?"

"I see this going bad, Mo. And the two fractions we have drama with, neither of them has any love lost for Ye."

His words penetrate deep.

"Mayans?" I'll never forget hiding in my father's panic room while they ransacked the building we were in looking for us. My skin grows cold and clammy. Maybe this time they'll finish the job. Life's been so happy lately. Of course, the devil's come to collect his due.

"Might be. Only other people close by are Nords."

"Jesus."

"Not going to let either of them touch you, Mo." His voice is as sharp as the blades sheathed in his holster, and he's shaking with unbridled rage. This is the sound people had heard just before they died. I won't tell him everything will be okay when we both know how quickly shit can go wrong.