CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
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Sometime in the middle of the night we've rearranged ourselves, when I wake up in the morning I'm the one on my back, Jax is half lying on me and half beside me, his head sitting on my shoulder, his stubble is slightly scratchy against my skin I'm not sure if that's what woke me up, or the hand that's resting right below my breast.
Moving a little, hoping he'll stir just enough to move off me does nothing except make him pull me closer, his breath hitting my collar bone, the hair that's worked loose from the braid it's in tickling my neck. I can feel the length of his body pressed against mine, my foot and calf wedged between his leg and the mattress below.
Trying to work out how to untangle myself from Jax's body I decide the most logical place to start is my foot. Inching the captured limb out I've got all but the toes of my foot out when Jax's sleep roughened voice startles me, "Stop moving, I'm trying to sleep, and you're very comfortable."
As if to prove the point he moves his lower leg back over my shin and pulls me closer again, any progress I'd made in getting out is eliminated when he opens his eyes and blinks sleepily.
I'm not sure when exactly it is that he realises the position he's worked himself into but all he does is move his hand from my ribcage to my hip grinning at me.
He rubs his face into my shoulder; the whiskers of his goatee are softer than the stubble on his cheeks.
"Mmm, you smell good." he mumbles.
"Thanks, but if you want to eat you're going to have to let me up." I whisper, he's on the verge of falling asleep again, and I don't see why he should be awake just yet.
He groans and turns over, sliding his hand out from under my singlet and wrapping himself round the pillow instead.
Sliding out of the bed I grab my toilet bag, a clean pair of jeans, a singlet and underwear, heading into the bathroom for a shower I'm just pulling on my clean shirt as Donna steps into the room.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to take so long." I say, gathering up the dirty clothes and towels.
"No worries. I can't imagine it's an easy task washing all that hair." Donna runs her hand through her own hair, which barely brushes her shoulders.
"Well, yes it does take it's time." At the moment the still wet hair is twisted into a long rope down my back. When it's dry I'll brush it and figure out how to deal with it today.
I step around Donna so that she can get the shower running for herself.
A look into the lounge shows me that Happy is lying on the couch, the fact he's still asleep is a miracle, but what makes me crack up is the fact that Doj has climbed up on the couch behind Happy's legs, and is quite happily lying on the rough biker sleeping soundly.
I head back into the bedroom to drop off my shower bag and pick up the other clothes that need washing. Opening the door I take an immediate step backwards. "Shit, sorry Jax."
"It's okay, you can come in." Jax says, pulling the door open again.
He's still standing beside the bed, the upper half of his body naked, the tattoo of his sons name on his chest still lightly red around the edges from only being a week old, from the waist down all he's got on is his white boxers, they're hanging so low on his hips that I can clearly see the V that starts at his hips.
I head towards the pile of washing in the corner and drop the toilet bag on the dresser as I go past. "We'll have to collect some of your clothes from your house today."
He nods, "Yep, Opie came in before and said the same. He said he's not lending me anymore clothes, though all I've borrowed it what I slept in."
I try desperately not to stare at him, but I know I'm failing when a hand waves in front of my face and he laughingly says, "Hello...eyes are up here."
"Hey, wasn't that my line. As soon as I started developing boobs you forgot that I had eyes." I poke out my tongue at him, remembering the short period between ages 13 and 14 when 15 year old Jax had suddenly realised I was a girl thanks to puberty.
Heading back past him and out the door I see Happy has woken up, I'm sure the 125 lb. dog probably had something to do with that, he's sitting on the edge of the couch looking at Doj who is now lying on the floor on his back. Dropping the washing in a pile by the kitchen door I head over and give him a scratch on the chest, Happy looks down at Doj, "So that's what the hairy horse wanted?"
I nod and head back over, picking up the pile of clothes I go into the laundry so that I can wash them and get them hung out before we leave to go to San Francisco.
Once I've put the washing on I head back into the kitchen to start breakfast. I'm still standing leaning against the bench when Jax appears, fully dressed now, in the door. He stops for a second, looking at the ground, bends over and picks something up. Walking over to me he holds out his hand, hanging from the end of his finger is a bra that I must have left on the ground, the pink and black polka dotted item looks so strange hanging from his finger.
"Is this yours?" he asks, grinning widely.
"Shut up." I snatch it out of his hand and head into the laundry and add it to the delicate bag that's in the machine.
"Is there anything else in there that matches?" he's right behind me when I turn around and I end up jammed between him and the washing machine.
"Maybe, but even if there is I'm not telling you." I twist past him and go back to the kitchen. "What do you want for breakfast?"
Opie walks in, "Keep it PG please."
I laugh, "Of course.
When I finally sit down for my breakfast of stuffed French toast the guys are already done, having made 3 pieces each for Opie, Jax and Happy and a single piece each for Donna and I. I'm amazed that the 3 Sons manage to polish off everything I've given them before I've even sat down; each piece of toast is almost 2 inches thick and stuffed to bursting.
Once the dishes are done and the kitchens cleaned again I let them know I need another couple of minutes to hang out my clothes and then I'll be good to go.
Donna comes out to help, "How'd you sleep? No nightmares?"
I feel my face heat up. "What!? What happened?" Donna sounds like she'd like to rip the story from my brain so I quickly fill her in on the semi-naked conversation this morning, and the underwear questioning I got, I don't mention what I think I heard the night before, I'm sure I dreamt it.
She giggles from the other side of the line, we're almost finished with the laundry and as we step towards the house I grin, "You know I feel like we should make a stop in Victoria Secret while we're out."
"That's just evil. I love it." Donna gives me a wide grin. While I'm not going to try and hurry Jax, but that doesn't mean that I will pass up an opportunity to 'torture' him.