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Translations:
Mo Chroi. -My Heart
A/N: Thank you to everyone for the feedback. For those of you who are craving more conflict…. Just wait. Lol. We've got this planned so far down the line it's not even funny. Be patient when it happens it'll make more sense and be so much better than something we slapped in there for cheap thrills.
Chapter 9
JAX
I force my exhausted body out of bed as the smell of coffee drifts under the door and try to recall the events from last night. All the dancing has my legs screaming and the liquor has my memories hazy and elusive. I run my hand down my face. Chibs helped me stumble in at some point during the night. I look over and find my bed empty. Where the hell is Lee? The thought splashes on me like cold water. I sit up, throw the covers away and swing my legs over the bed. I glance at the alarm clock that reads Ten. Shit, how long have I been asleep? I grab my jeans off the floor, step into them and yank them up as a sense of urgency hits. I walk out barefoot and glance around.
I think Chibs is next door. I hate to break up whatever he has going with Journee, but this is important. I knock. Chibs opens the door with a mug in his hand and a sly smirk.
"Well, look who decided to drag his ass out of bed."
"How are you not hungover?"
"I'm Scottish," he says with a shrug. "I can tell by yer eyes that yer wondering what happened at the end of tha night. I think I have what yer looking fer." He moves back and I see Journee and Lee wrapped around one another. Relief floods my body and I snicker.
"Should've figured."
"Aye, there was no separating those two last night." He shakes his head. "As I was the only one sober, I took the lead. Let me tell you boyo, I ended up with a major case of blueballs while those two had their fun half the night with each other."
My jaw drops. "Like… making out?"
"Like fingers and mouths, brother. Always thought they had something on the side, now I know it's true."
"Fuck, I missed it."
"Don't think that'll be the last time," Chibs says with a shrug.
"It doesn't piss you off?" I ask shocked.
"Those two?" he nods at the girls.
"Yeah."
"Nah. I figure she was there first, and it sets a man's mind at ease when he's on the road or gets locked down for a while."
I go over his words about it not being the last time.
"You opposed to me watching one of these days?" I ask as my mind my floods with images of tan skin and brown contrasting as they tongue one another down and caress curves.
"I'm not selfish. Figure it'd be only fair if Lee's yours."
"Wait? What?"
"Seen the way you were looking at her Jackie boy. Not a friendly gaze if ya ask me."
Not sure what to say, I shrug.
Chibs smirks and shakes his head. "She was right, fucking stubborn, the both of yew."
"Who, Baby J? She talking 'bout me?" I'd already had conflicting emotions when it came to Lee. The bump and grind we had going on the floor felt damn good and now my other best friend was seeing shit. Maybe she was on to something. I'd been spending a lot more time with Lee due to the Wendy situation and I'd noticed she had a lot of qualities I really enjoyed.
He shakes his head. "You'll never hear it from me. Time to get caffeinated brother. I got the girls. Don't think they'll be waking any time soon though."
"Yeah… okay." I scratch my scalp. I need something in my belly before I feel human enough to try to sort through all this shit running through my head right now. I turn and make my way into the clubhouse where the Grim chasers have set up a buffet with donuts, bacon, eggs, and toast. I make a beeline for Keurig and make a black cup. I'm sipping on the scalding liquid only true coffee lovers can handle. I close my eyes and feel my brain unfucking itself.
So, Journee and Lee are lovers, not so shocking when I think on it and 2. My change of heart isn't going unnoticed. I wanted to protest to T.O. last night when Lee said she was single. I don't want anyone coming after her. Because I want her for myself. Jesus Christ, I'm fucked. She's not the type who'd be happy with a half-ass relationship, and screwing her over would ruin a friendship that's spanned my entire lifetime. I need to think long and hard on this before I make any kind of move. Can I even do a grown up relationship?
The last time I tried I ended up with the train wreck of an Ex Junkie knocked up. I sigh. Maybe it's a passing thing. It's not the first time I realized how fucking hot she is and thought about making us an item. This is what we do. Flirt get close to being something and then drift apart or focus our attention elsewhere. I'm not willing to put my ass out there for a fleeting feeling.
"Hey Jax," a petite girl with ass for days and sex in her large brown eyes says.
"Shaunie," I say giving a curt nod that shuts her down before she can sidle up to me.
She pouts and I glance away. I hear her huff as she walks away, on to the next brother. Sloppy seconds pussy isn't going to do shit to help me figure shit out. I wolf down a plate of scrambled, eggs, bacon and toast, and hit the Keurig for another cup of coffee. I'm halfway to human when I see the girls emerge. With tousled hair, swollen lips, and squinted eyes they look like they've been fucked properly. I smirk. No one would guess it was by each other. Chibs walks between them, his arms draped over their shoulders and a glare for anyone who stares to long. It's funny seeing the usually laid back man so on his guard and vicious. It's usually a side reserved for business. And Journee apparently.
He guides them to two seats by the bar. Journee jumps up to scurry to the table to grab plates, and he places a gentle hand on her waist and whispers into her ear. She peers up at him with wide eyes and nods before slowly making her way back to the bar. He grabs two plates and I move to grab two mugs and make them their coffees the way they like them. I set them down in front of them and they smile up at me.
"Have fun last night, girls?" I ask.
They look at each other and back at me.
"He told you," Baby J says.
I snicker. "Uh, yea."
She shrugs.
"I'm shocked you didn't already know," Lee says.
"Not that it was a full on thing," I say.
"You freaked out?" Baby J asks.
"Nope, jealous as fuck that I missed out," I say.
Lee laughs and pats my face. "Maybe some other time, handsome."
"That's what her old man hinted at."
Journee arches an eyebrow. "Not surprised, He's a kinky motherfucker."
Lee's jaw drops and I laugh. "Well hell, we're learning all kinds of shit today," I say.
Chibs appears with plates he places in front of him and we all stare.
"What'd I miss?" he asks.
We burst out laughing and he shakes his head.
Journee cups his cheek. "Nothing important, Daddy."
Daddy?
"You knocked up?" I ask.
He grins. "Not yet."
My eyes widen. She wasn't exaggerating about the kink. It fits those two, 'cause she needs a fucking keeper.
"Well that statement was illuminating," Lee purrs. She rubs Journee's knee and suddenly their ability to talk without words make even more sense.
"Tease," Journee says.
"I think I proved last night, just how much I can deliver," Lee says huskily.
I glance to Chibs who nods his head as if to say, See what I was dealing with?
"You're both brilliant at shagging each other's brain's out, now eat and replenish your strength."
"Yes, Daddy," Journee whispers. I watch fascinated as she moved to eat her food without another word of protest. What fucking magic is this? She never does a damn thing she doesn't want to. Chibs places a sweet kiss on her head and moves to grab himself another mug of coffee.
"Anyone else feel like they just entered the Twilight Zone?" I ask.
Lee gives a throaty chuckle. "I don't know about that. I feel free for the first time in a forever."
I lean against the bar beside her. "And why is that, Darling?"
"No more hiding," She says with a shrug.
"Why didn't you two tell me?" I ask, slightly hurt.
"How was that supposed to go? Journee and I are pretty much dating?" she shakes her head.
"How long has this been going on?" I ask.
Journee glances at me. "Since college."
"Jesus Christ. No more keeping shit from me."
"You saying you want all the details, Teller?" Lee asks, batting the long dark lashes that illuminate her brilliant blues.
Journee leans on Lee's shoulder, batting her own eye lashes. "You want to hear how sweet her pussy is when I go down on her?"
"Fuck, Baby J," I moan imaging her dark head buried between Lee's thighs. I lick my lips imagining Lee's feminine flavor on my tongue. She's not making sorting my headspace any easier to navigate.
"It's delicious for the record," J drawls.
"Hmm, Likewise. I don't think I could live without my chocolate cream pie when I get a craving," Lee purrs.
I'm seeing exactly why Chibs had blue balls all night, and they haven't so much as touched.
"They're putting on a show for you, aren't they? Little minxes," Chibs says coming up behind me as he sits beside Journee.
"Yeah they are," I say as they giggle and return to eating.
"Sirens, the both of 'em."
Journee pins him with the look I've dubbed the pout over the years.
"But I like being captured by your song, love," Chibs reassures her.
Their easy banter and open display of affection is envious. What would it be like to have that? Journee is down to ride and understands the rules of this world better than most given who her father is. He doesn't have to explain anything or worry that she'll want to leave later when shit gets too deep. She's the ideal old lady. Just like Lee. I allow myself to imagine I'm hers and I have the right to take my place beside her and show her open displays of affection. I like the thought more than I should. I'm not in my twenties anymore and I have a kid on the way. Settling down wouldn't be so bad. Especially not with my best friend.
"What are you plans now?"
I look up to see Menace and Sugar behind us.
"Depends on Wifey here," Chibs says making me shake my head. The brother, is smooth as ice. Journee blinks up at him and I can see in her eyes he hangs the fucking moon and stars.
"Do you have plans, mom?" Journee asks.
She shakes her head. "Just want to enjoy my daughter home for a bit. Both of them," She says with a sweet smile toward Lee.
"You want me to hang around the house for a bit?" Journee asks. Even after all these years, she and her mother are still close.
"Not if you have plans," Sugar says.
"I think that's a grand idea, love. I can come back and get ya later. Yew can have a girl's day, eh?" Chibs says softly.
Journee nods.
"You cool with that?" Lee asks me.
I nod. "Course. I'm sure we can find a way to kill some time," I say as I gesture toward Chibs.
"We're all yours, Mama," Journee says as she stands and grabs our empty plates and runs them to the garbage can.
"I'd expect a full course dinner at our house tonight," Menace says to us. I like being included in his invitation.
"We'll be there with something nice for the ladies," Chibs says.
We will?
"I like you Scottie." Menace pats Chibs shoulder. "You're a good old man. Now you. You could learn a thing or two from your brother," He says to me.
"What did I do?" I ask.
Menace shakes his head.
Chibs chuckles. "Come on Jackie Boy, I can use your help with a few things." We drop our mugs off at the bar and I follow him out.
"So, wifey?" I ask once we reach our bikes.
"I wasn't just saying that for show. I was testing me waters," He says as he reaches into his cut and pulls out a Claddagh ring with enough bling to set him back upwards of five grand. I whistle low and long.
"Shit brother. You trying to freeze her with ice?"
"Nothing but the best for me girl. She deserves it. We all know I'm nowhere near good enough for her."
"Seems to me you guys complement each other."
"I been racking my brain on how to propose to the lass, and nothing seems right. She's never away from Lee long enough ta ask her, so that leaves her other best friend, you."
"Brother I know jack shit about proposals," I say honestly.
"No, I got that mapped out. It's the location. I want someplace dear to 'er heart."
My mind instantly goes to a place special to all three of us.
"I do have a place in mind. Follow me?"
"Aye."
As we make the ride, I can't help but think about the reason this place was special. We grew up coming to this patch of beach owned by The Sons. It was where we retreated to when we were upset or in need of a break from the world.
PAST
I walk up behind the girls clinging to one another. The sound of their crying is enough to break my fucking heart. Usually Opie would be trailing behind me, but since he has Donna, things have changed. They're off doing whatever they do at the moment, and I'm dealing with the lingering sadness from Gram's death. The girls turned to me with red-rimmed eyes and I wrap an arm around their waists. They rest their heads against my chest and I cuddle them close letting all pretenses fall away. I'm not a Prospect trying to earn his way, or the kid of a first nine with a legacy to uphold, I'm just Jackson Teller.
I kiss the top of Lee's head.
"It's going to be alright."
"It's not. Everyone changes and no one ever stays," Lee whispers.
"Hey, who's here right now?"
"Nee."
"And?"
"You."
"And we will always be here for you. I can promise you that. No matter what happens, the three of us will always have each other's back. We're going to get through this."
"Promise?" Her voice breaks and I glance at Baby J over her head. She nods.
"Promise," we say at the same time.
That day solidified our grown-up relationships. We'd always been tossed together by our parents, but this was us making a promise. None of us took that lightly.
I park my bike.
"Most people forget that we own this property. It's a place to come and gather our thoughts, or hang out without worrying about people interrupting. If you bring her here she'll know I'm the one who told you about it."
"Why is this special?"
"It's where we promised we'd all be there for each other a long time ago. Seems like it'd make sense for you to promise her the same in this spot. Besides she loves the beach."
"Aye," Chibs says as he peers out at the ocean. "I can work with this."
Chibs
I frown down at the unrecognizable number on my phone. It's from out of the country. My stomach aches. Is this about ma Kerrianne?
"Hullo?"
"What the hell is the meaning of these papers, Filip?" Fiona. I'm at a loss for words at the sound of my ex-wife's voice.
"What?" I ask confused as I work through my shock. It's been ages since I heard her voice.
"These papers you issued me from that bloody priest." She screeches.
"I'd imagine, they're kind of straight forward, Fi." I say quietly, stunned that she'd taken the risk of calling me herself.
"How the feck are you going to get an annulment when we're still married?"
"The fuck did you just say?" I hiss.
"We're still married, Filip."
My stomach crashes to my feet as all my plans go out the window. "No, we're not. I know you married Jimmy."
"In name only. He didn't know that, but he does now! Do you have any clue what you've done?"
All this time, she sat on the knowledge that we were still husband and wife while she continued to play house? My temper flares to life.
"Why the hell didn't you say anything?" I bark.
"Do you have any idea how pissed off he is right now? I thought he was going to kill me. You've backed me into a corner now. I have no out."
"And whose fault is that?" I ask astonished by the lengths she's gone to and how little she truly cares about me or my happiness. God, I never knew this cold bitch at all.
"We're Catholic! You know we can't get divorced!"
"We can and will. As a matter of fact, I'm pretty sure they'd be willing to let me out of the mess with an annulment on account of you marrying me and apparently Jimmy under false pretenses and all. Doesn't speak well ta yer character."
She huffs. "Ya wouldn't dare."
"Aye, I would. It's been long enough us living this farce. Ye have you life, and it's time I get mine."
"All of this for what? Some little slut who has ye thinking with yer prick instead of yer head? Think of what it'll do ta Kerrianne."
"If ye ever talk about ma Old lady like that again, we're going to have ourselves a problem, Fiona Brigid. And I am thinking 'bout our daughter. It's time she sees her Da stand up for himself. I bet Jimmy doesn't know ye're calling me. I imagine he's all too happy to rush this annulment innit he?" I never thought anything from that devil could be my salvation.
"Ya know bloody well he is. Mark my words, you and your little tart are digging our graves over here. Why are you being like this, Filip?" She softens her voice. But the sweet tone falls on deaf ears. I know the shrew of a demoness that lies beneath her pretty surface. "You're upset about how things have gone? I understand that. One day it'll all –."
"Fiona I wouldn't fuck ya again with anotha man's prick. What we had, farce that it was, is over. I'll always be there fer Kerrianne whatever she needs. Ya know that. So sign the bloody papers before things get uglier than they need ta be. Ya aren't the only one who still has friends."
She gasps. I always treated her with the respect due the mother of my child and my wife. I was a love sick fool back then who couldn't see the forest for the trees. All these years of loneliness and self-loathing have turned those emotions bitter.
"I can't believe you're threatening me right now."
"Nae, I'm making ya a promise. There's a difference. Right now, this is me being polite," I say coolly. I have a future to fight for now. "Sign em' for me, fax me the proof, mail me the paper, and let's be done, eh? She's not a crow eater or a passing phase. I wouldn't go through all this ta do it proper like fer someone like that. She's a good girl who deserves to be done right by. I want a woman to wear my ring who can share my life. You never intended to do that for me, not really. I was a fucking means to an end. Now, I'm tired as shite of being the one left with no family or woman."
Silence falls. I'm feeling every mile of distance between Ireland and Charming.
"All right. I'll do it for you. But the sin be on your head."
"I'll take it gladly." I hold my breath as I listen to the pen scratching over paper.
"I'll put it in the mail tomorrow," she says quietly.
"Thank you, Fi."
"I have to go."
She hangs up, and relief unlike anything I ever know buckles my knees. I fall to the ground and clutch the phone. I'm free of it. Finally after all the years, lies, loneliness, and pain, I'm done. The need to see Journee gets me to my feet like a resurrection. I hurry from the living room where I'd been watching futbol to the back yard where she's swaying back and forth in a white hammock. Her black rimmed glasses are perched on her nose, and a thoughtful expression is painted onto the sweet face I want to see every day until I die.
I stalk toward her a wolf on the prowl. I need to reassure myself this is real and not some fucked up dream I'm going to wake up from. I reach her, and she peers up at me.
"Everything okay, Filip?"
I sink to my knees and grip the side of the hammock stopping its motion.
"Mo Chroi?" she asks.
I take her lips like a savage, nibbling, licking and sucking. She whimpers and the greedy bastard that I am, I swallow that down too. She buries her fingers in my hair, raking her nails over my scalp, and I moan. She sucks on my tongue mimicking the magic she works on my cock. My prick tries to burst through my pants and break my zipper. I'm hard as stone, and she hasn't even touched me yet. Mo Astor has a brand of fairy magic. I swear it. I surface for air and bite my way down her neck, never breaking the skin, but leaving a clear sign of possession. I want every motherfucker out there to know how taken she is. The ring in my cut pocket beckons me like I'm Sauron.
I want my band on her fucking finger, my prick in her cunt, and my baby in her belly as soon as humanly possible. I want to be lying her on the grass and fucking her till she can't come any longer, but I'm too close to doing it the way she deserves to let my hormones ruin me. I'm not some horny youth. That doesn't mean we can't have our fun and release. I lift her from the hammock and bring her to sit on my lap.
"Oh, Filip."
She wraps her legs around my waist, and I grip her hips grinding her into the bulge in my jeans.
"Uhhh," her voice is breathy, and her eyes are at half-mast. She's close to tipping over the edge, my sensitive nymphomaniac is always ready to play.
"You want ta come for yer, Daddy, love?"
"Oh yes, Daddy." She whimpers. I love her needy little tone.
"Show me how much you love it, lass. Come for me."
I grind hard, once, twice, and she comes biting her lips as she convulses on top of me. The searing heat spreads from her crotch onto mine, and I grunt, just barely keeping myself from exploding with her. She's a fucking act of nature, beautiful to watch when she erupts.
I yank her t-shirt over her head and rip her cutoff jeans as I strip her down. I need her too badly to be gentle, and my little warrior woman reveals in it, giving a throaty laugh as she yanks my button up apart and tugs off my black t-shirt. She shoves my boxers down and grips my throbbing cock.
"Ah, Jaysus," I hiss as she quickly maneuvers herself to flick my tip. "Fuck lass. Get your pussy over my mouth. Then you can have your fun with me prick."
She bites her lip, and I know that bastard ex of hers is coming to life in her head.
"Uh uh. Just you and me here and I want to eat my Old ladie's pussy. Bring it here." I slap her ass, and she gasps. Her eyes go liquid, and I know she's back with me. She moves back, and I kick off my boxers as she back her thick ass up. My mouth waters at the sight of her wet pussy. I part her lips to reveal the pretty pink insides and I attach my mouth. Her sweet flavor explodes onto my tongue. Ah shite, she's been eating tangerines again.
I plunge my tongue into her tight sheath and growl against her when she takes my dick deep. We find a rhythm as we build one another up, taking and giving. Her walls flex around my tongue and my cock twitches. We're both close. I suck her clit into my mouth, and she explodes, filling me with her honeyed sweetness. She grinds her pussy into my face, and I let go moaning as she sucks on me like I'm her favorite drink. Emptied, I let my head fall to the grass. She releases me with a pop and peers over her shoulder.
"Come here little lass," I pat my chest.
She places her head on my heart, and I kiss her temple. "As much as I'd like to stay here. Our son will probably be home soon."
She barks a laugh. "Juice?"
"That's the one."
She sighs. "You're right, but my legs are like jello…"
"Did you like what we did little lass?
"Yes, Daddy."
"Then plan on doing it again, often. Come, love. It's time to get you clean so I can dirty you up again," I say as we stand. I gather our clothing, wrap my arm around my waist and begin to plot my proposal.
I thought I'd be nervous, but instead, I'm just ready to get it over. My woman and I are on the same wavelength. I've no doubt she'll say yes.
"Ready for a night ride, lass?" I ask.
"I'd love that," she says as she climbs on the back of my bike. She believes I've been working all day at the garage, but I was plotting with the boys. It took a few of them to pull this all off. I glance at my watch. Sunset is coming. She puts on her helmet, and wraps her body around me. I pull off, gunning it. She presses her breasts against my back, holding on tight as she leans into me. I've never had a woman who could ride bitch better. My lips twitch upward, feels like a sign from God. I'd drifted away from my religion after everything that had happened. Yet, this woman has me believing again. Everything that had to line up in order for us to be together is staggering. I've done a lot of bad shit for a good cause. Maybe it all balanced out in the end. We pull up to the beach, and she hops off so I can walk the bike back. The fact that I never have to ask her, makes me even surer of my decision. This woman was made for me. Everything that happened before no longer matters.
"Jax told you about our spot?"
"Aye," I hold out my arm, and she tucks her arm into mine. We approach the beach as the sky is turning orange, purple, and pink. She gasps at the sight of the pink glass candles in various glass cases surrounding the table covered by a white linen with white folding chairs.
"Filip. What is this for?"
"You."
"Why?"
"Because I love ya," I say honestly.
She throws herself at me, and I laugh, absorbing the blow. She plants kisses all over my face, and I feel my chest swell with pride and adoration. I've never fallen so deep for another being in my life. I worship this woman, and the best part is she has no clue. She thinks I'm the catch. I lead her to the table and pull out the chair. She sits down, and I remove the basket from under the table.
"I brought some of the essentials," I say taking out a bottle of Scotch and two glasses.
She giggles. "Of course, you did."
I pull out shortbread and pause. "There's one more thing," I say.
"What?" Her eyes sparkle with excitement. Now. I ease off the chair onto my knee and pull the box from my cut.
Her jaw drops and she places a shaking hand on her chest. "F-Filip."
"Journee Sweetheart Ryther, you're the air I breathe. The first thing I think of in the morning and the last thing I think about before I close my eyes to sleep. I want you to share my name, my life, my seed and my bed for the rest of our lives. I never thought I'd want this again. But love, I want a family and a home with you. Do you want that with me?" My hand shakes as she blinks at me. The second's drag by.
"Oh my God, Yes." She throws herself into my arms, and I laugh as I bury my face into her neck to hide the tears spilling out of the corner of my eyes. My beautiful bonnie girl wants forever with me. The sound of pops pull our attention to the water where Juicy's been waiting with fireworks. She laughs and stands, offering me her hand. I slip the ring on her finger, and I allow her to help me up. I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her to me as we watch the display.
"W-what's he doing?" she asks as Juice stands.
I squint my eyes and laugh. "Watch a second."
"Is he spelling love with sparklers?"
I chuckled. "Aye."
His cheering travels across the water, and we both shake with laughter.
"Thinking about adopting him. He can be our practice child," She says.
"Practically is already, love," I say kissing her softly. I run my hands down the side of her body. "Journee, we've waited long enough to be together. I'm not going for a long engagement. If I had my way, I'd take ye to the Justice of the peace, but I keen we have to play political games."
She sighs. "Give me a month Mo Chroi. Between my mother and Gemma, I'll make it happen."
"Four weeks and then ready or not you're becoming Journee Telford."
"Is this why you've been calling me your wifey?"
"Wanted to see your reaction before I did this," I admit sheepishly.
"This was perfect Filip. Thank you."
"Love you, Mo Astor."
"I love you too my sweet man."
