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SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT
I thought long and hard about what to do with this chapter. It's been a rough week for me. A relative of mine has been sick for a while, we placed them in hospice, and today their spirit left this world. I'm a little messy. Family is everything to me, and this is a devastating blow. You guys and my stories mean the world. Which is why I don't want to give you a half ass full chapter. Instead. I'll give you what I have because I know you guys wait for Sunday to come, and things have been set up are finally coming into play. I'll get you the rest of the chapter later this week. I work when I'm stressed. Thank you for your understanding.
Mo- Astor Chapter Twelve
Lee
"You have to show me." I grab Journee and pull her away from the crowd of bikers swarming her and Chibs. She pauses and he nods. Their silent communication is uncanny. For a couple only paired up three months, they're completely in tune with one another.
"Go and have fun love. I'll handle this lot," Chibs says loudly over the murmurs.
She grins and we giggle as we dodge prospects and brothers gathering and preparing for the engagement party, Gemma demanded –er, insisted they have.
"Don't go to Chibs' dorm. That's the first place she'll look. Let's go to Jay boys. I still have my key to the door."
We scurry to the dorm, and she unlocks the door. We step inside and locks us in. I bounce in place as she shimmies out of the white dress with a plunging lace v front, and a slit to her upper thighs. The white pops against her sienna colored skin, and I lick my lips as she bares her heavy breasts to me.
"Gorgeous."
"You like the dress? I know it's kind of fancy, but fuck, I'm only getting married once."
"I wasn't talking about the dress, and it's perfect for you," I reply.
She gives me a shy smile, and I wonder how marriage will change her. I step forward to cup her breasts. "Can I touch you? Or are you too sore?" I ask as I study the brightly colored markings with my eyes.
"As long as you avoid the tattoo itself, you're fine."
"It's beautiful. Hap did this?" I ask stroking the area around the tattoo.
"Of course."
I chuckle. "Bet he loved that."
"You're evil."
"I know, but you love it," I say as I study the intricate details of the sacred hear with its Scottish thistle wrapped around it, that so clearly represent Chibs.
"I do," She admits with an exaggerated sigh.
"Dude, I love this placement and style. It's very you and him."
"Thank you. It hit me in the middle of the night, and I had to sketch it out."
"Now you have me wanting a chest piece."
"Seriously? That'd be hot as hell."
"You think I could pull it off?" I bit my bottom lip.
"You want me to show you?" she asks.
"Please."
"Strip down, baby." She wags her eyebrows, and I giggle as I spin around, and she unzips my dress. The black fabric parts. Cool air caresses my back, and I let it fall to my waist. She runs her fingertip between my breasts and I shudder under her teasing stroke.
"Sensitive."
"Says the woman with hard nipples," I say staring at her stiff dime-sized peaks.
"I didn't say I wasn't sensitive," she says as she lifts my breasts.
Our gazes meet, and Journee rubs our breasts together. "Tease," I growl.
She winks. "Do you have any clue what you were thinking of?" She touches the area under my breasts. "We could have something that starts between your breasts and comes down to here."
The door opens. We jump. Jax steps inside and his jaw drops.
"W-what am I walking in on?" he asks, choking on his words.
"Nothing yet. What are you doing?" I ask.
He slams the door shut and leans against it. "I'm hiding from my mother. I've had my fill for the moment." He narrows his gaze, and my skin heats up.
"We were talking about chest pieces. Lee wanted to know if I thought she could pull one off." Journee spins me around to face him. "I was telling Lee we had a few options." She runs her long, agile fingers up my body, tracing out a pattern above my breasts. "We could go here, or here." My gaze latches onto Jax's as she continues to sketch on my skin lightly. Her words are distorted as his eyes darken and my breathing picks up.
"So what do you think?" Journee asks.
"Huh?" Jax blinks.
"Do you think she could pull it off?" Journee asks. I lick my suddenly dry lips.
"Uh yeah. She can make anything sexy."
"You hear that, baby? You can make anything sexy." Journee whispers as she nips at my earlobe. I moan, and she chuckles. This should feel wrong, but instead, it's so right, my panties are soaked. She trails kisses down my neck and I whimper, stunned by how much I like her being in control. It's always been me who takes the lead when we play. Chibs is bringing things out in her; I didn't realize existed.
"Jesus, Christ," Jax whispers. Journee presses her breasts into my back and trails her fingers tips down the side of my body to the hem of my dress. She runs her fingertips over it, and I'm paralyzed. Is she going to pull it up and show Jax how wet I am? The thought thrills me. I want him to see what the two of them do to me. Jesus. I want him to see?
We all have our faults. I don't like to be vulnerable with people. I learned from a young age, people leave, especially men. I knew this was coming with Jax. I just pushed it back the way I always did, hoping it would go away, or one of us would fall into something with another person. Jax is one of the few permanent fixtures in my life.
Taking things in a romantic direction terrifies me. But looking at his heavy-lidded expression as his pink tongue darts out to lick his lips. I know I'm fucked six ways to Sunday. This is going to happen. It's only a question of when.
A knock makes the three of us jump.
"Jax. Are you in there?" A voice asks.
A look of irritation spreads across Jax's face. "I'll handle this," he says to us. Journee pulls my top up my body, zips me up and turns around, so I can return the favor.
"What do you want man?" Jax asks as he cracks the door.
"Your mom is getting everyone in one place. She's ready to officially kick things off as soon as she finds Journee."
"Aight. I'll be there in a minute." He slams the door and turns to face us.
"Not that I'm complaining, darlings, but what the fuck was that?"
"Seems like a question for you and Lee to answer," Journee sasses.
"Oh really? Seems to me like you were the one starting fires," Jax counters
"Only because the kindling was ready to be set ablaze." Journee rolls her eyes.
"Think you have it all figured out, don't you?" Jax asks. "This is the quietest I've ever seen you, Lee. Nothing to say?" Jax asks.
I open my mouth and close it with a shrug. "Not sure what to say really," I admit.
"That's a first," Jax retorts with a snort.
"Oi, be nice, Jackson," Journee says with a few clicks of her tongue.
"I was being nice. You were the two teasing me."
"And if that knock hadn't happened?" I ask curious to see where his head is.
"That would depend on you two. I was enjoying the show," he drawls.
"Because you want to see me come, Jax?" I ask.
His eyes threaten to bulge out of his skull, and a knock sounds again.
Saved by the door, Mr. Teller.
"I'm coming," Jax yells as he moves toward the door and pauses. "For the record, I would. But I'd like to be the cause of you coming even more."
I suck in air as my belly quivers.
"And boom goes the dynamite," Journee says.
"What?"
"The worst kept secret is out. You're feeling him, he's feeling you. Now you both do something about it."
"Hey, this is your day," I say trying to dodge her.
"Nu uh. The air between you two sizzled. Don't run if he pursues you. You'll regret it."
I nibble my bottom lip. "But if it doesn't work out—
"Then you'll know you tried, but I really don't think that'll be the case babe. You two make sense. You've always worked and vibed well." She shrugs.
I place a hand on my belly. "I hope you're right."
"Hey." She cups my chin. "Have I ever steered you wrong?"
"No."
She brushes her lips against mine. "And I'm not now. Trust me on this one, yeah?"
I nod, and we rest our foreheads together. This woman knows me better than I know myself at times. I trust her judgment.
"Come on beautiful, let's go have some fun and booze. Lots of booze. Because frankly between my mother and my second mother, I'm going to go insane."
"Well, you're marrying a Scot no one will think anything of your increase in drinking."
We enter the hallway and make our way toward the main room.
"There you are," Gemma yells with her hands on her hips. "We can't get this thing started without you. Get your sexy ass over here."
"Ugh. Duty calls," Journee whispers as she pastes on a smile and makes her way to where Gemma is standing beside Clay and Chibs.
"She's been like this all day." Jax's voice sounds just beside my ear. A shiver creeps up my spine.
"No wonder you ran," I say trying to play it cool.
He stands behind me, closer than he normally would. His front brushes my back sending tiny sparks of electricity running through my body.
"Tonight we're here to celebrate a lot of things. We're reinforcing the pact with our brothers the Grim Bastards and marring Menace's daughter, Journee, off to the resident Scot, Chibs. Here's to a long happy union."
The crowd roars and I watch Journee's cheeks redden as Clay nudges her and Chibs forward, presenting them like some sort of prize.
"We want to thank all ye for coming out tonight. Now let's celebrate," Chiba says. Short but sweet as he pulls Journee too him and kisses her temple.
Jax laughs. "He's got a way with words, doesn't he?"
I nod my agreement so excited for Journee. She's finally found her prince. I glance at the blonde whose arm had snaked around my waist. Can I have found mine too? We've always been insanely synched. It would only make sense that I would find my man now. I lean back against him, and he nuzzles my neck with his nose. I giggle at the tickle of his facial hair. It's everything we've always done, but not. Something tightens low in my belly, and my breast grow heavy.
Sure, he turns me on. Is there more than that? I've never known Jax to want to get serious.
"He'll need it when her temper flares."
Jax chuckles. "Yeah, he will. I'd like to be a fly on the wall the first time she goes off."
"The way he looks at her he'd probably laugh and tell her she's adorable."
"They're disgusting, aren't they?"
I laugh. "Just a little."
"Kind of awe-inspiring too. I don't think I've ever seen a brother like that with his old lady."
His words spark my interest. "And you don't think it makes him a pussy?"
He scoffs.
"Chibs Telford? The man couldn't be a pussy if he tried. He's like one of those old Scottish warriors from Braveheart or some shit."
I snicker. "I don't know, I think your Dad could've given him a run from his money." I remember the way John doted on Gemma.
"Maybe before Tommy."
We lapse into silence as the memories return. "I can't imagine what it would feel like going through that."
"Hell on earth. They went from a couple who never argued to people I swore wanted to start up World War III. Why do you think I never wanted to be in the house?"
"Because your mother was smothering the fuck out of you."
"Well yeah, that too, but I couldn't stand to hear them go at each other. When dad left for Ireland, that was worse. I know he needed some space, but it felt like abandonment. I was trying to deal with everything that happened too." He shakes his head to clear it. He pulls me tighter against him.
"Maybe that's why I latched on to the first thing that came along. We saw how good that turned out."
"That wasn't on you."
"I should've known better. Civilians rarely make it in our world."
"Ain't that the truth," I mumble thinking of my misguided attempts at normalcy.
"At least we both know better now. Next time we'll pick someone a little closer to home."
I narrow my eyes and study his face. Is he saying what I think he's saying?
