Chapter 12 Part II
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Author Note
Thank you all for your patience and understanding and ready to ride through Charming again!
Lee
Jax looks sincere, but the words are a bit of a shock. It's different from our usual banter.
"There's a thought," I say with a small smile as I dip a toe into the water to test the temperature. The happiness that sparkles in the depths of his oceanic gaze sends crow feathers swirling in my belly. Its' everything I always wanted and fear at the same time. He's my best friend. Slipping into a romantic relationship would be easy. But the devastation failure would cause would be colossal. So I'll live my life based on what ifs? The thought is distasteful and weak-minded. I'm better than that. It'd be like letting everyone who hurt me in the past win. Fuck that. I relax against him and enjoy the warmth and smell of the man who's been a constant in my life for as long as I can remember.
I watch as Journee pastes a smile on her face and an impromptu receiving line starts up as everyone gives their congratulations.
"You want something to drink?" Jax asks. His breath caresses my ear and I hold back a shudder of pleasure as passion unfurls in my belly like a flower as the sun shines down on it.
"Sounds good."
"Come on, let's get them before everyone swarms the bar."
He keeps his arm around my hip as he makes his way through the crowded space. I wave and nod at the familiar faces until he helps me up on a stool. Jax isn't' mannerless, but this is a new side of him. I might allow myself to be impressed if he keeps it up.
"A beer whatever's coldest, a coke and SoCo, one coke and whiskey and a glass of Jamieson."
He ordered for everyone. I smile up at him.
"What?"
I shake my head. The best way to a woman's heart is through her best friend. Fuck all that candy and flowers bullshit. If you treat her as well as you do me I know you care about more than getting into my pants. You want to be in my life, and my heart. 'Course for us it's different. We've been our own little family for years. Maybe it's why shit never worked with anyone else. I have it all right here. My stomach tightens. The dam's broken and I can't keep the feelings from seeping through the cracks.
"Just happy to be here for a good reason."
"I know usually this many people together means the worst has happened," he says sliding me my drink."
"Thanks." I take a healthy sip, studying him as he cracks open his beer.
He's a Teller so I know he'll get better with time and I've seen the growth that's happened since he found out he was going to be a father. Maybe his days of whoring around and acting like a teenager are over. We all know it's only a matter of time until he takes the crown. Especially with Clay' hands as bad as they are. No one speaks about it, but we've all seen he's getting worse. No amount of shots, experimental meds, or acupuncture can halt the damage done by so much time on the road, hard living, and age. Being with Jax comes with a lot.
Can I handle it? Yes. Do I want to? My mind flashes to Gemma, the surrogate mother, ball buster, and big hearted woman is going to try to run my life whether I'm with her son or not. I fall under that tiny umbrella that marks people as hers. One of her daughters, she'll always try to scheme, manipulate, and mom guilt me into doing what she believes is best for me. So that's a non-factor.
"Hey, Jax," A high pitched nasally voice purrs.
"Summer," Jax says blandly.
She steps forward and skims her hand down his waist. His gazes flickers toward me and he grabs her wrist. "Not tonight."
She pouts. "Don't you want to have a little fun?"
"You deaf?" I ask.
She straightens and shakes her head. Good to see my reputation proceeds me. "Get lost." I wave her away and she melds into the crowd without a word. Summer's a mousy one. She'll never challenge anyone. Others won't back down so easily. It's what I'd be facing.
Jax laughs. "That's one way to chase a crow off."
I shrug. "You looked like you could use a little help."
"So I should come to you from now on when I need a crow to fly away."
"I don't know Jax, are you ready for them to disappear from your life?"
"Definitely," he says automatically.
I gasp, stunned by his quick response. He means that. "It's a lot to give up for a man."
"Not one who knows what he wants. Crows are fun when you're young and looking to blow your load. When you grow up it gets old, and boring. They can only get you off. They can't warm your bed, make a home, or be taken seriously when all the other brothers have blown their load inside them. That's not what I'm looking for."
"You sure about that?" I ask swirling my drink.
"Wouldn't be here right now if I wasn't, darling."
Touche.
I open my mouth to respond.
"What are you two over here whispering about? Hogging all the drinks?" Tig asks. I'm not sure if I'm relieved he showed up or pissed.
I smirk. "You caught us, Tiggy."
"Give me the whole bottle of Jack. I know how these vultures party," Tig says to the tiny brunette behind the bar.
I snicker.
"I think you are one of those birds of prey," I tease.
He holds a finger up to his lips. "Shhh. You'll scare away all the things I'm after."
"You're a sick man, Trager," Jax says playfully. It's good to see them so lighthearted. Tig is Clay's man through and through and it causes friction when he looks at Jax and sees a future without Clay in charge. I get it, but I hate it. Tig's more than another brother, he's my God Father and a father figure to me. Albeit, a fucked up one. When I had plays and father-daughter dances, he was there for me. I can remember giving him macaroni cards for father's day when I was five. He'd accepted the crude card like it was a priceless diamond, and to this day it holds a place of honor in his sex dungeon er dorm room on the wall.
"You'd think that. But for some reason you're popular with the ladies."
"Cause I have skills."
I choke on my drink as I let out a snort. He's a cocky bastard. I learned half of my swagger from him though, so I can't say shit.
"Don't scar her for life."
"Hell if she hasn't been already, nothing I do is going to change that."
I raise my glass. "I'll drink to that. Sons life is not for the faint of heart."
"Don't I know it," Tig mumbles as his gaze goes unfocused. He's battling his demons again. Most people don't see the war-scarred man hidden behind the vibrato and filth. I secretly wish he'd find someone who can balance him and settle him down before he burns out. No one can burn so brightly indefinitely.
"You kids be good." He waves his bottle of Jack in farewell, places a sweet kiss on my cheek, then slips into the crowd.
I look at Jax and we burst into laughter over the ridiculousness that is Tig Trager. You'd never guess the fucked up shit he did for the club based on actions alone.
"Please tell me that drink is for me," Journee says appearing at my side.
I laugh. "It is."
"Thank God." She chugs it down and slams it down on the bar. "If I had to hear another good job, Chibby or be treated like a vapid waste of a brain I'll scream."
I give her a sympathetic glance. To some of the men in the other charters we're only a sexy piece of ass who knows their place like a good little girl.
"I'm sorry," I say giving her a sideways hug.
"S'okay. I know the drill. But it doesn't mean I have to like it."
"I hear you," I say with a nod.
"You did well though, love," Chibs says cupping her hips as he bites down on her neck. I smirk down into my drink. Since he dropped the news, he's been all hands. It's a huge change of pace from his typical demeanor.
Journee hums and leans back to stare into his eyes. The passion rolling off them is palatable. I shift my weight, rub my thighs together, and peer over at Jax. His heavy-lidded gaze meets my own and my panties grow damp. There's always been an attraction between us, but right now it feels like it's gone nuclear.
"You and those damn eyes, lass," Chibs whispers. She flutters her eyelids and Jax clears his throat. I want to drag him to his dorm and relieve the ache, but I refuse to be another notch on his bed post. So I have to wait. It'll take time for me to believe this new story he's spinning.
Journee giggles like the evil imp she is. "Here. That'll take your mind off it," she says handing him his drink.
He lets out a boisterous laugh and the tension eases as Jax orders us another round. It's going to be a long and interesting evening.
