CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
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I sit in the office with Gemma for a while before she heads off to see Clay about the repo that hasn't been done.
She's barely out the door when Jax and Happy appear in the opening. Happy grins at me and the gesture is part comforting and part terrifying.
"What?" I say, looking between the smiling pair.
"Well, the new oven is arriving Wednesday, right?" Jax starts.
"Yes, and I am not attempting to bake anything in that thing you call an oven at the moment, why?" I say, I get a sudden feeling I know where this is going.
"Well, the oven here is good, right?" Happy says stepping into the office and moving to stand beside me.
"It's alright, again, why?" I look between where Happy is leaning against the wall and Jax is still hovering in the doorway.
"Cause Mr Tough Guy over there wants you to go and make something." Jax says a smirk splitting his face as he looks at Happy.
"I'm not the only one wanting Cupcake to bake something remember Jax." Happy says his rough voice doesn't hide the smile I can hear in his voice.
I get to my feet and head towards the door, getting close enough to Jax in the doorway that every time I inhale my breasts brush his chest I get onto my tip toes and my eyes only just come level with his, "Did you want me to make you something Jackson?" I breathe into his face.
He grins at me and I know if we were alone I'd be playing with fire, but Happy in the room makes him behave, slightly. "Darlin' you make me many things already."
Jax leans forward and suddenly I'm the one having my personal space invaded. Stepping backwards I find that I can't go far, the door frame behind me stops me from moving, Jax's arms come up either side of my shoulders and he leans down to meet my eyes. "You make me frustrated, irritated, annoyed…"
I run my tongue over my bottom lip, catching the loop of one of the twin rings that sits to each side of my mouth.
He sucks in a breath and leans a little closer, the gap between us is only inches, I can smell the smoke clinging to his clothes and the spicy smell of his aftershave, "…furious, ignored, unsatisfied, incredibly aroused." I finish his sentence as I duck under his arm and out the door.
I hear Happy laugh from in the office and feel my face flame. I'm safely in the kitchen when I hear the clubhouse door open. Jax appears in the doorway but doesn't say a word. I look up from the pile of ingredients I've stacked on the bench, "What?"
He shakes his head slightly before turning around and saying over his shoulder, "Better make it good after that."
"I'm always good." I call back, "Unless I'm bad, then I'm even better." I kick the door closed which muffles whatever Jax says back but part of the sentence is definitely "death of me."
Getting to work on the baking I've been ordered to do I'm just in the middle of pulling a cake out and putting cupcakes in the oven when Chibs comes through the door. "What did ya do to Jackie Boy?"
"Why?" I ask the Scotsman, sliding the last tray in and closing the door of the oven.
"He just about took my head off for askin' how it was with you stayin' with him."
"I guess he's not coping that well then." I mutter as I start cleaning up, "I can't blame him though. He's been constantly at my side pretty much since I got back here; I bet I'm putting a serious damper on him getting his dick wet."
Chibs laughs, "I don't think it's that lassie, he had a buffet line of girls throwing themselves at him on Saturday and he brushed them all off. Somethin' about you gets under his skin and he doesn't like it."
"Jax doesn't like anyone that he can't fuck, fight or rev the engine on."
The smile hasn't left his face since he walked in and it still doesn't. "Aye, that's the Jackie boy we all know and love. But I'm tryin' to be serious for a sec. Are you two buttin' heads?"
"Always, but I wouldn't have it any other way." Jax's voice from the doorway startles both of us.
Chibs shoots a look at him and nods. "If you say so." He walks out of the room but pokes his head back in and comments, "Hope you bakin' a whole bunch there Sarah. It smells pretty good." With that he heads back out of the clubhouse leaving me alone in the kitchen with Jax.
"So you like that we butt heads?" I ask him, humour evident in my voice.
"Yup. You, Donna and Ma are the only women who don't act like they think I want them to act. You drive me absolutely insane but at least I know I'm gettin' the real you." Jax says, hoisting himself onto the bench.
"Like I'd ever inflate your ego. It gets stroked enough as it is." The look on my face gives away the careful choice of words I used and Jax's eye roll lets me know he's not at all worried, but the grin that spreads across his face is bordering on evil.
"You ain't foolin' anyone; we both know there's lots of me you'd like to stroke." Jax says his voice is rough with lust.
I push off the bench I was leaning against and walk over to him slowly, "I didn't say that, now did I. I'll admit there's a thing or two I'd like to stroke." I stop in front of him and stand beside his leg. "I like stroking this," I reach up and run my hand up his side, covered in leather. "This feels pretty good too." My hand trails down his t-shirt clad chest, stopping inches from his belt buckle. "But, this is my favourite." I bury my hand in his hair and run my fingers back out, tugging gently as I go.
Jax's head gets tugged backwards and when he brings his head forward his eyes burn into mine. He jumps down off the bench and goes to leave the room, stopping in the doorway he looks over his shoulder at me, "I'm not sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing that you're in pain from your leg."
With that he leaves the clubhouse, completely missing my muttered, "Oh, it's definitely a good thing."
Turning back to the dishwasher I finish loading it and set it going before going back to the e-mails that have been chasing me all day. Finding a reply from my lawyer I'm not surprised at the content, I walk outside to hopefully find someone who knows where Clay is so I can fill him in on what I've just found out.
Clay's in the lot still working on a car with Piney which means I can let them both know at the same time. When I get to them I wait quietly by the tool box till Piney notices me. "What's up?"
"I had an epiphany today about why Craig is still following me. It's a combination of several things, obviously that he sees me as being his property but I've just had it confirmed that he doesn't actually want me alive."
Clay puts the tool in his hand down and wipes his hands clean before turning his attention to me. "What else?"
I start pacing as I put my thoughts into words, "This morning I was talking with Jax about the house and I had a realisation that Craig knows I have investments. You remember?" Clay nods, he'd been around when my parents had sorted their wills, but had no idea of the value of the various policies.
"Well I wanted to check on some other stuff anyway so asked Patrick to double check some things. He found out that Craig had lodged a change of will for me a few days before the kidnapping. Thankfully Patrick wouldn't action it without my verbal approval and he couldn't get hold of me."
Clay nods his expression getting darker each sentence I say. "And?"
"The new document completely wiped out the old one and left everything to him in the event of my death." I say, meeting his eyes.
Clays hand shoots out and grabs the wrench he'd been using before, watching it fly across the car park all eyes are suddenly focused on us when the offending item crashes through the side window of the tow truck.
Tig is the first one to speak, "What the fuck?" He shouts, and I can tell it's only the shock of what I've just told him that's keeping Clay for tearing strips of his SAA for shouting at him.
When he eventually opens his mouth Clay's voice is deceptively calm. "Chapel at 5." Glancing at my watch I see it's 445, most of the mechanics are starting to pack up for the day, Clay starts to walk across the lot. "Shithead, clean that up." He snaps at Aaron who had been in the corner tiding tool boxes.
The prospect glares at me like it's my fault but moves to get the brush and shovel to clean up the broken glass.