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Mo-Astor Chapter 11

Jax

"How'd you get Tig to stop bitching?" I ask as Chibs comes to sit beside me on the bench with a cigarette.

"Told him he could be our first kid's Godfather."

I laugh. "Wait are you serious?"

"As a heart attack brother."

"Journee's going to kill you."

"What? at least they'll be safe," He says with a shrug.

"Gotta say I'm surprised you asked me to be your best man."

"Felt right with how close ya two are. I don't imagine you want to be standing over on her side that day?"

"No, being at Wedding Central every other day because my mom needs this or that is close enough to the female side of things. Jesus. Two ceremonies brother? I don't envy you."

"After all this shite, I'll have Journee as my wife it's not hardship."

"How do you just say shit like that?" I ask baffled by his natural ability to spout poetic shit when his woman is nowhere near.

"What da ye mean Jackie boy?"

"God, you don't even realize when you're doing it do you?" I ask amazed. It's like a secret weapon along with the burr and the scars. People would be amazed what turned women on.

"I'm just speaking me mind. Ain't nothing wrong with a man expressing his love for a good woman." He leans in and lowers his head.

"What? You trying to tell me something?"

"I dunno. Am I?"

I scratch the back of my head. "Maybe."

"Aye. Now we're getting somewhere. What happened?"

"Seeing you and Journee all happy and hugged up has me wondering if I could have that."

"With anyone in particular?"

I laugh and blow out the smoke with a shake of my head. "We both know who I'm talking about."

"I don't know. You got a lot of admirers."

I roll my eyes. "Lee."

"Ahhh," he says with a wide grin that makes me laugh.

"Asshole."

"Oy, first step of anything is admission and saying it out loud ta someone else, trust me brother. This I know plenty about. I also know if ya hold off, and she's taken, or yew finally get together way down tha road and realize how much time ya missed out on yew'll be kicking yerself in the arse."

"Is that how you feel?"

"Aye. We could've been on baby number three and in a nice pad. I could've been waking up to her face every day instead of in that tiny dorm with a random crow eater." He shakes his head. "All because I got it in my head she was too young. Girls' been an old soul her entire life."

"You think I should make a move on Lee?"

"Can't tell you what to do, but we both know she's worth the risk of a little rejection, which I don't think you'd be getting."

"Why not?"

"She looks at you how you look at her Jackie Boy."

"And how's that?" I ask leaning back in my seat.

"Like she's very interested," he says rolling his v.

"Huh. How'd I miss it?"

"Same way I did. Too blinded by all the history and the thought that yew might ruin yer friendship if shit went wrong."

"All Scots this smart?" I ask.

He laughs. "Hell no. It's a Telford trait ta be sure."

"Is that right?" I ask arching my eyebrows.

"Oh yeah. Shocked ya hadn't figured it out by now. So, yew going to make a move on her?"

"Thinking bout it. Need to test the waters before I dive in. So I have to talk to your old lady."

"And that's why yer'e me best man," he says patting my back.

We finish smoking our cigarettes in silence, and I run over my options. I could stay where I'm at miserable and sexually frustrated. No one appeals to me. How can I sleep with crows who've been used up and passed around when my mind is on Lee? She's gorgeous, god that body…and down to earth, loyal as fuck, tough and clean. There's an untouched quality to her I've never had in a woman as an adult. I used to think my high school Tara Knowles was the end all be all, but what I'm feeling for Lee is so much more than the puppy love I once held for my old flame. She won't try to change me or bail on me, and Tara is who knows where now. Maybe it's time I take my mother's advice for once and grow up. She's never made it a secret she wants to see Lee and me as an item. I can't believe I'm thinking about taking my mother's advice on anything? I have a few more hours to kill at work.

"You know what she's up to today?" I ask.

"Aye. Working. I can ask her when she gets off, though. She's been trying to shake er' mother and Gemma. They've been driving her batty, and it hasn't even been a week yet." He shakes his head as he pulls out his phone and texts her. I never even knew the Scot had a non-work phone until he got with Journee. Then again, maybe he didn't. It wouldn't be out of the ordinary for him to go the extra mile for her.

"She's gonna be done at the shop at three o'clock. Told her ye might be stopping by the house."

"Thanks, brother. Ma's house looks like a wedding threw up in it. If I could avoid it all together until the marriage occurred, I would. But every other day at least, my mom is calling me over there for one reason or another. She's running a damn sweatshop with the prospects. Kind of funny to see them putting sand, seashells, and shit into glass cylinders."

"It's going to be a massive event brother. All the charters who can make it are coming."

"You think about the honeymoon?"

"I have. Gotta ask the boss for a bit of time off. It's been quiet, and I want to do me, wife, right." He stands. "Think I'll do that now before I get sidetracked again." He slips from the bench, and I have to admit this is working for him. Maybe something similar could work for me too.

I use my key to open Journee's front door.

"Baby J. You around?"

"Depends," she calls as I close the door behind me.

"On what?"

"If you're alone and agree to lie for me."

"Yes to both."

"Good. If anyone contacts you other than Lee or Chibs, I'm not here, and you don't know where I am."

"Jesus Christ. Chibs said they were driving you crazy."

"You don't know the half of it. Most days I want to ask them if I'm marrying them or Filip, but I don't want me face slapped."

Her use of Scottish slang makes me laugh.

"Smart choices. It's how I managed to survive this long," I say as I take a seat at her table.

"I'm just making a sandwich you want one?"

"Please."

"Not that I'm not happy to see you. But what brings you by?"

I trace a pattern on the wood as I try to get my thoughts together. "I'm toying with an idea, and I want your thoughts on it."

"Okay, shoot bro."

"So… I've been spending a lot of time with Lee lately dealing with Wendy."
"Everything still okay?"

"Yeah, it's been great. She's got a way of smoothing things over."

"She's good at that. If you ever need me to roll up on Wendy."

I laugh. "Yeah, she's still terrified of you."

"Shouldn't have put her hands on Chibs," She mutters.

I laugh. "I think she got that."

"So back to Lee?"

"I think. No, I know. Fuck aint' no easy way to say it. I like her."

She giggles. "Is that all?" She sets down her knife and peers at me over her shoulder.

"Is that all?"
"Babe, I've known this for years. You two are like chemicals with reactive probabilities. Put you two in a space together and shit just happens. You were grinding on the dance floor at the GB party like you were wishing you were in a bed instead."

I open my mouth and close it not sure what to say, even if it was true.

"Exactly. I always wondered if you two would ever get the lead out and act on what clearly exist between you."

"Wait. It's mutual?"

"I have it on pretty good authority it is," She says with a nod.

I jump from the chair and scoop her up in a bear hug.

"Ahhh. What I do?"

"Everything," I say as I spin her around, and she laughs.

"Okay, then."

I set her on her feet and kiss the crown of her head. "Now you have to coach me."

"Are you kidding me? You have enough charisma for ten people."

"Yes and none of that will work on her."

"Oh my God." She covers her mouth.

"What?"

She shakes her head.

"Journee, what?"

"Look at you all grown up and using your brain and shit."

I nudge her with my shoulder. "Don't do that. You worried the shit out of me."

She giggles. "I'm going to tell you a secret about woman. Are you ready?"

I nod.

"All we really want is your honesty. Be open and real. That's it. She knows you, Jax. You don't have to put on a mask, use fancy words, or think too hard. Usually, your gut instinct is right. You're nervous right now because it matters." She pats my shoulder as I digest her words.

"I asked Wendy to marry me."

"Yeah, why?"

"Because we'd been together for a few years and things were good."

"And?"

"And my mom was nagging me," I admit.

"Okay, why do you want to be with Lee?"

"Because…because I can't get her off my mind, and the thought of her with someone else makes me want to break shit."

"Welcome to the world of the smitten, Jay boy." She pats my cheek.

"You're one of the few people I'd ever let get away with that."

"I know." She beams and I laugh.

"Brat."

"I'm adorable, and you know it," she says.

"Uh huh."

"Do you want my help or not?" "Jesus, so ruthless."

"I learned from the best," She says as she returns to making food. "Luckily for you. You woke up just in time to be pushed together with her twenty-four seven for this wedding. We have that engagement party coming up tomorrow. You should make a move."

"In front of everyone?"

I laugh. "I didn't tell you to propose, just to step up what you already do."

"What do you mean? What we already do?"

"Are you kidding me? The flirting, the touching, the cock blocking, from both ends."

I think over her words. Do we really do that? Yes, we do. Shit.

"Aaaah understanding dawning on ya?"

"I'm not used to feeling like this," I say shifting in my seat as she places a plate down in front of me.

"What humble? It's a good look on you, trust me. More of that will go a long way with Ms. Lee."

"Why are you acting like a fairy good mother?"

"Because if I'm locked down and married you bitches need to be too."

I laugh. "So this is self-serving."

"I want to see you both happy, and I think together you would be. Your playboy days are over. You're going to have a kiddo to care for soon. I refuse to sit by and watch you pawn he or she off on your mother. You're better than that."

I'm not so sure I am, but her belief in me feels good.

"I don't know if that's true darling, but I'm willing to try."

"It's all a parent can really do. Kids don't come with instruction manuals. I've heard my mother say it enough."

"You thinking of starting up a family?" I ask genuinely interested.

Her cheeks redden as she sits across from me with her own plate. "Yes."

"Holy shit, Mama Journee."

She giggles. "I hope so."

"I'm sure Chibs isn't going to mind the trying."

She ducks her head and grabs her sandwich.

Chibs

I rest the copy of the latest Dean Koontz on my chest as I watch Journee slink around in her pale pink nightgown with lace around the collar. ON anyone else it would be childish. On her, it's anything but. My cock twitches in my shorts, and I don't bother trying to think about puppies or cold water. I've been on hard twenty-four seven since we decided to give this a go.

She sits at the vanity and opens the cocoa butter lotion she swears by. I could never place the scene until I woke up in her bed one night and watched her ritual while I feigned sleep. She's been a haven for me for so long I'm shocked we didn't reach this point before.

"Did Jay boy talk to you today?" she asks.

"Aye. Wanted me thoughts on him and Lee."

Journee grins at me via the mirror. "I think they're finally going to bite the bullet and get together."

"Is the lass interested?"

"Oh yeah. But she'll never make the first move, not with his rep, and his pension for acting first and thinking second. He has to show her he's serious." She pouts. "Why must they be so difficult?"

I chuckle. "It's the way of love, innit?"

She sets the lotion on the counter and climbs onto the bed straddling my lap. She places a bookmark between the pages and sets my book on the nightstand beside our bed.

"Is that so?"

I grip her hips and smile up at her. "Aye."

She threads her fingers through my hair and massages my scalp. "Are you saying I'm difficult?"

"No, but not too long ago we were the ones with our heads up our arses."

She laughs. "Yes, but I kissed you."

"And I thank God for it every day." I knead her sides as her heat seeps through her panties and my boxers. It's all I can do not to slip her underwear to the side and ease my prick inside her tight center.

"What are you thinking about my sweet man?"

"How much I'm going to love making you mine. If another man ever tries to touch you, I'll slit his fecking throat love." I tighten my hold.

Her mouth forms an o. "Where's this coming from?" I sigh. "Underneath what I've been showing you is a savage Scot who's possessive to the point of crassness. The other women in me life never meant half of what you do to me. I won't be able to contain it forever," I admit. I'm ashamed of the caveman mentality she brings out of me.

She traces my scars lightly. "Then give him to me."

"Ye sure about that, love?" I ask wincing as I remember the way Fiona slammed me for my chauvinistic behavior and complained about how I hung all over her like some Neanderthal. I'd die inside if Journee every felt that way.

She places her palms over my heart. "All I've ever wanted was to be yours, Filip. Of course, I want everyone to know it. There's no such thing as too much for me I need it." Her voice waivers and I tense in anticipation. "I- I need to know I'm going a good job. It's not you. It's me, and this fucked up brain in my skull. I spent a year being told how unfit I was to be an Old lady. Everything I did or didn't do was wrong, and – sometimes it still haunts me."

I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from scaring her with the burning hot rage that sweeps over me. "That fecking bastard. I could kill him for what he did to you. He was wrong. You're perfect just the way yew are. Yew'll never doubt the way I feel about ya, love. I promise ya that. But remember ya asked for this because once I let the beast out of its cage, there'll be no putting him back in. I want to cut a lock of your hair and wear that shite around like a token. I'm going to cherish that Maidenhead you yield to me because I understand its worth."

Her cheeks darken. "Filip," she whispers.

"You see what you do to me?" I ask as I move her up and down my cock. She whimpers and wetness coats her panties. "Wet for me, little lass?"

"Soaked."

"Can't have that, can we?" I cup her breasts, and she grips my hips tighter with her legs. I pinch her nipples and roll them between them my fingers. She tilts her head back and rotates her hips.

"Feck, get those panties off, Mo Chroi." She scrambles off me, and we both remove our clothes like they're on fire. I settle on my back, and she climbs onto my lap. "I can't be inside you, yet. But I can feel you come on my cock." I notch myself between her slick lips, and we find a wet, fast, rhythm.

"Oh, Filip." She digs her nails into my chest, and I grunt as she moves back and forth over my slick prick.

"Yew going to come for me love?"

"Oh, Oh yes." Her voice wavers and I know she's close.

"Let me feel how much love. I want to feel that hot cream on me, now." I squeeze her ass, and she gasps as her body shakes. "Look at me, Mo Astor." She glances at me from beneath her long lashes, and I thrust up, and I watch her eyes dilate as she shatters with my given name on her lips.

I let go, coming over her cunt and hoping my seed will somehow take root in her belly. I've got a lot of catching up to do when it comes to living life.

I try not to let my emotions get the best of me when it comes to dealing with my brothers. Tempers flare, nerves run high, and it's easy to be at one another's throat. But this is personal, and I'll handle it as such. From the minute, Happy found out about us, the brother's been giving me the cold shoulder, and Journee lingering gazes. That shit stops now. I know he'd never make a move, but it still makes me uneasy. I've been through this once before. History will not be repeating itself.

I squeeze Journee's hand as I guide her into the quiet building. It's early, and I wanted to be the first to tell Happy what's going on. A sick part of me wants to see his face. He's been out of touch with everyone on a job for the past two weeks. I'm sure he has no clue about the wedding.

"What did you tell Hap?"

"Told him I wanted to get a chest piece, finally. It's been an ongoing joke about how long it's taken me to decide what I want there because I'm getting low on real estate."

I rake my gaze over her ink-adorned skin. "It looks good on you."

She cups my chin and leans in to kiss me. "Thank you, Mo Chroi."

"Bit early in the morning for such a sugary sight," Hap rasps.

"Morning, Hap," Journee says. She lights up as she pulls away and runs to give the smiling man a hug. There's a real love between her and my brothers.

"Morning little one. You doing okay?" He looks her overly carefully like I might not be taking care of her properly. Fucker.

"Better than ever. You whole?" She pulls away, and I see the bond between them. I won't sever it. You need others looking out for your woman, and he's a loyal one. I will let him know how much things have changed.

He gives her a nod, and glances at me. "Good to see you brother."

I nod.

"So you finally figured out what you wanted for a chest piece? It took you long enough." Happy grumbles.

"Journee rolls her eyes. "Not all of us are into smiley faces, Killa,"

He chuckles, and I clench and unclench my fists. Journee shoves him and returns to my side.

"What? You so scared of the pain you had to bring him along?"

"My old man is part of the reason we're here." His eyes widen. "Old man?"

"Shit, you were gone. You've missed a lot," she says.

He glances at me, and I smirk. "She's getting my crow," I say as I reach inside my cut and hand him the piece of paper. His jaw drops.

"Show him your sparkler, Mo A stor," I say ready to bury the final nail in the coffin where his dreams of getting her for himself lies. She holds her hand up, and his eyes threaten to bug out of his head. "Shit. Didn't realize it was that serious," he mumbles.

"Been living in her house for nearly two months now, brother. Guess you were out of the loop."

"Guess so." He looks down at Journee. "You drew this?"

"Yes, do you like it?" She glances up at him a student with her teacher.

"It's good stuff."

"Are you just saying that?" Her eyebrows come together, and she frowns.

"You know I wouldn't, not even for you."

She beams up at him. "See that, Filip? I'm getting better."

"You were always the best in my book, love," I say kissing her temple.

"So you'll do it?"

"Course. When's the wedding?"

"Two weeks."

"You knocked up?" He asks.

She laughs. "Really?"

"Guess you'll find out in nine months," I drawl.

He flicks me off. "Smart ass."

I chuckle. From here out, I think me and Hap will be fine.

"You got colors in mind?" Happy asks going into business mode.

"Yeah I want to do that crimson we used before, electric purple and, emerald green. They showed up well on my skin tone."

Hap nods. "It's going to be painful and long. You want to try to do in one sitting."

Journee scoffs. "Who do you think you're talking to? I can take it."

"Yeah, you would be able too," he says gifting us with a rare smile. "I'm going to get the ink, and then come back and apply your stencil. Congratulations. You two both deserve the best. It looks like you found it." he says standing and walking over to get his case.

"You're going to have to show this off at the party tonight." They were throwing an engagement party of sorts and welcoming returning Nomads. She smiles up at me.

"I have just the outfit in mind."

"You planning on getting me into trouble tonight?"

She flutters her eyelashes. "No, Daddy."

"Little Minx," I mutter. I bury my fingers in her hair and pull her body to mine. She melds into my seamlessly, and I nip her bottom lip and pat her ass. Tonight I'll be marking my territory properly.