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Author's Note:
Part 1, I wanted to get this out because Sundays are the official update days for us. But I also wanted to write more. In the end I'm opting to do a bit of both. This is part 1: Part 2 will be coming next week. So you get a double dose of Mo Astor!
Chibs
Cross-legged in the center of our bed with papers spread in front of her and a phone on either side of her, she looks frazzled. Her curls are limp, her mouth is turned down at the corners and dark circles stand out against her mocha skin. I hate it. The most laid back person I know is stressed out of her mind thanks to what's supposed to be the ultimate celebration of our love. It doesn't sit well with me. The phone on her right side rings. She grimaces. I recognize the Simple Man ring tone and know instantly it's Gemma. The woman seems to think she's marrying royalty. I love her, but she can drive a soul to insanity like no one else.
I walk over and press the ignore button.
"What are you doing?"
"Enough of this wedding planning. We're getting out of here this weekend love."
"Can you do that?"
"Aye. We won't go far. How does the beach sound?"
She peers up at me with wide eyes. "Really?"
"If ye like."
"Oh, I love, Filip."
The relief in her tone is palatable. I sink down on the edge of the bed. "Love I could care less about what either of us is wearing, who's there, and where we say I do, as long as at the end of the ceremony your last name is Telford, and we're married for eternity in the eyes of God. This is about us, and if anyone tries to tell ye differently. I'll handle it."
She cups my face and gives me the first big smile I've seen in far too long. "My sweet man."
"I mean it, lass."
"I know you do."
"Come here," I pull her onto my lap.
"What about the papers?"
"Fuck 'em." I say cupping the back of her neck as I bring her lips to mine. "Your Daddy has the perfect plan to relax you." I suck her full bottom lip into my mouth and suck. She whimpers and wraps her arms around my neck. I run my hand down her spine and around to cup her full breasts. I can't help but imagine them full of milk from the child I plan to put in her woman. I massage the full globes and she circles her hips, grinding down into my hard on. I pinch her hard nipples through her shirt and she arches her back.
"You're so sexy love. I can't keep my hands off you."
"Good," she says breathlessly. I chuckle.
"My lass is a little minx, isn't she?" I spin her around to face me, high off the control she allows me to exude over her. She spreads her legs, straddling my thighs and I pull her hips down. I can feel her heat through the thin layer of cotton and denim that separates me from where I want to be buried most. Two more weeks.
"I'm whatever you want me to be, Daddy."
She bats her big brown eyes and I'm sucked into her gravitational pull. "I want you wet and ready to let me play with that wet kitty of yours."
She groans. "I am, Daddy."
I slip my hand into the front of her panties and cup her pussy, pleased by the river she's created. "Such a good little lass. You're soaked fer me, aren't yew?"
She nods. I run my thumb over her swollen clit, and she grips my shoulders.
"You like that?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"You going to let me stretch those pretty pink parts some more?"
"Oh, shit."
Her hushed whispers makes me laugh. I'm getting to her. At my age it's good to know I still can. It's one of my biggest concerns, not being able to keep up with her. She's about to enter her sexual peak in her early thirties, and I haven't felt like I was in my prime until we got together. I ease two fingers into her tight channel. She flexes, fighting to relax, and I damn near come in my pants imagining how good she'll feel around me prick.
"Very soon I'm going to be filling you with something other than my fingers lass. Show me how you're going to ride me then."
She looks at me through lowered lashes. "Show your Daddy how much you want him. I want a preview of the wedding night," I say gently encouraging her. Kyle did a number on her. I'm working to repair the damage. I never want her to question what we do, or the way I feel about her. She grips my shoulders and brings her feet on either side of me easing off my fingers and lowering.
"That's my Journee," I whisper, hypnotized by the sensual vision she presents with her parted lips, lowered lids, and curvy frame. Whimpers and moans spill from her as she fucks my fingers. I curl them slightly, and her body jerks. She squeezes me tight and I grunt. Her body shakes.
"Oh, God. Filip."
"Aye. Give it to me, lass."
She clamps down shuddering as she soaks me fingers and me wrist. I bury my face into her neck and bite down, claiming her and leaving my mark for all to see.
I suck at the blossoming bruise as she comes down, breathing hard.
"You're wearing too many clothes," I growl as I pull her dress over her head and she stands allowing me to pull down her underwear.
"So are you, Mo Astor."
"Can't have that. Why don't you undress me then, love?"
She beams up at me and pushes the cut off my shoulders and down my arms. I watch as she lifts it with reverence and lays the leather over the back of the chair. The care she gives my cut makes my dick twitch. Her fingers are nimble and her hands are warm. I remain still as I allow her to take the lead. It's the first time she's taken this kind of initiative. She yanks my shirt open sending buttons flying and I growl as she pulls the black shirt down my arms and lifts my t-shirt. I raise my arms helping her as she pushes me down on the bed and makes quick work of my belt and buttons.
She shoves my jeans around my ankles and rakes her nails down the tops of my thighs.
"Daddy?"
"Yes?"
"Can I have your come?" She whispers as she sinks to her knees in front of me.
"Jaysus , Christ. Ye can have anything ya want, love."
She grips my base and sucks me into her mouth sending my eyes into the back of my head. She rotates her wrist, taking me deep as she hollows her cheeks and bobs her head. I bury my fingers in her hair, pulling it taut. She moans and the vibrations go straight up my length.
"Just like that, sweet girl. Jaysus, Mary and Joseph." I raise my hips and we find a quick rhythm. I imagine her slick, hot mouth is her cunt. I groan. "Gonna come love."
She purrs and my balls draw up tight. I'm hovering on the edge when she pulls away, climbs onto my laps and places me between the slick lips of her pussy. She bucks her hips and I'm unable to do anything less than explode. The look of pure bliss on her face steals the breath from my lungs as I flood her with come wishing I was buried to the hilt inside her.
She slips back to sit on my knees as I catch my breath.
"Filip?"
I lift my heavy lids at the sound of my name.
"I don't think I can wait for our wedding night."
She takes her fingers, gathers my come and circles her entrance.
I grip her wrist. "Let me." I shove my come inside her with my fingers, licking my lips as she moans and flexes around me. I shovel as much as I can, driving deep until she's rocking her hips. "One more time, my lass. Come for your Daddy." I suck her breast into my mouth and continue to pound into her pussy until she comes. I rest my head in the valley of her breasts. "I Love yew, Journee."
"And I love you, Filip."
"We should clean up and get on the road."
"Aye," she drawls mocking my accent as I chuckle. "As soon as my legs work."
I squeeze her hips. "I'm in the same boat."
"Daddy?"
"Hmmm?" I lean back and watch as she bats her lashes and puckers her lips. She wants something.
"Can we invite Lee and Jax to come with us this weekend?"
"Not giving up on that, are ya?"
"They're this close." She holds her index finger and her thumb an inch apart.
"If it'll make you happy, I've no quarrel with that."
"Damn I love the way you talk."
I smirk. "Glad to hear it, lass. You're stuck with me for the rest of your life."
"Yes, I am." The pride in her voice and her shining brown eyes damn near does me in. I don't know that I've ever had a woman feel the way she does about me. I place my hand over her belly wondering if even now my swimmers are making their way to her egg to fertilize it. I never thought about having a second family before. Now it's all I can think of. I want to take back everything I lost. This time I'll die protecting my woman before anything takes her away.
"You should call Jax and Lee while I get us a bath started," I say as I gently massage her belly.
"A bath?" She asked as her eyes light up. My old lady loves her bath with bubbles, oils, and salts. It's girly as hell, but I don't mind as long as she picks a neutral scent.
"Yes, I have to make sure you're as relaxed as possible," I say kissing her shoulder blades.
"You're succeeding." She frames my face with her hands and skims her thumbs over my scars. I don't mind it from her. Everything I am is hers for the taking.
"I'm going to go before I take yew again."
She shudders and I kiss her sternum where my tattoo rests before I lift her up and set her gingerly on the bed. "Love, do me a favor?"
"Anything."
"Put your legs up in the air for awhile?"
She giggles. "Done."
She lays across the bed, placing her legs against the wall as she grabs the phone to call Lee I assume. I'm on my own damn planet as I walk back to the bathroom. I start the bathtub dump in sandalwood bath salts and bubble bath and cross myself. I say a quick prayer to St. Ann, Jesus's grandmother and the patron saint of mothers. If you could help me swimmers' along right now, I'd really appreciate the help. Journee will be a good mother, and this time around I'll be there every step of the way.
"They said yes," Journee says happily.
"Determined to play match maker?"
"Nah. I'm only calling them on their bullshit. They'll do the rest after a gentle nudging."
"I just want them to be as happy as we are."
"Aye. You want your wife to be paired off too."
"My wife?"
"Seems the right title for Lee."
She giggles. "And you really don't mind?"
"No love. I can see how important she is to ya and vice versa. I had a feeling there was more to your relationship. Yew had a tendency to disappear together at parties."
"Oh, my God. Does everyone no?"
"Naaa. There weren't watching you the way I was," I admit.
"You were keeping a close eye on me, Daddy?"
"Aye. I had to make sure my Lennan was okay." I turn off the water and hold out my hand. "Into the tub with ye. I want to get to the beach and see yew in a tiny bikini."
Jax
As I carefully choose my clothes for the next two days, I'm not sure if I want to kiss Journee or wrestle her to the ground and give her a noogie. Sun, surf, and Lee in an itty bitty swimsuit. It should be heaven, but I'm nervous. I never realized how much shit changes when you actually care. I've grown used to women chasing me.
I finish rolling my shirt and underwear and place them carefully in my saddle bags. There's an art to packing when you have a bike. I stand and study myself in the mirror. I'm due to pick Lee up in a few more minutes, and I'm legitimately nervous.
No one busts my balls like my girls can. It makes me unsure of where I stand with Lee now. It's surreal. Ever since the engagement party, things have changed. The flirting has kicked up to full gear, and it feels different. It's no longer an amusing hobby to help us kill time. It's me trying to prep her for what's to come. I'm committed to being all in with her because she'd demand that. Harley is not the type you go half in with. I finish packing my bags, throw it over my shoulder and make my way out, careful to avoid my mother.
If she caught wind of what was going on, Journee's wedding would turn into a double. The fact that I'm not terrified by that shows how fucked I am.
I make the familiar drive to her home and park in the driveway. She runs out with air sealed bag and a pair of cut-offs that show off her long, lean legs and a portion of her belly. The heavy leather jacket she wears over her tank speaks to her experience around bikes.
"No leathers on your legs?"
"I trust you not to lay the bike down, and I don't want to boil completely. This is a happy medium."
I nod. "Next time. Leathers all over."
"You think you have a right to order me around, Teller?"
"Think I'm one of the few people who does."
She arches her eyebrow. "Oh?"
I lean against the bike handles. "Damn straight. I been putting up with you a long time, Grazer."
"Likewise," she says shoving the plastic bag against my stomach.
I laugh as I take the hit with an umph and place it in the empty saddlebag.
"Did Baby J explain why she's high tailing it out of town?"
"Cause her two mama's are driving her insane and her Daddy put his foot down."
"He's really good for her," I say pleased that she'd found the right man after her debacle with Kyle.
"Yeah, he is," she agrees. If I ever see that motherfucker again, it'll be too soon. I hated that he never got his due. He left a string of ruined lives in the wake of his exit. If we'd had Juicy back then, he wouldn't have been able to hide so easily.
I shove the thoughts away as Lee climbs onto the back of my back and I rev my engine. I never noticed how full her breasts were or how good her legs felt pressed into mine.
I pull out of the driveway knowing it's going to be a long ass ride. We pull into the driveway of Journee's house, and I watch as Lee dismounts and walks to the front door.
Her long legs eat up the pavement and the muscles flex in her legs. I lick my lips and follow her. She knocks on the door and Journee answers, grinning like a damn Jack-O-Lantern. It's the happiest I've seen her since news of the wedding broke.
"What have you been up to today, smiley?" Lee teases.
"Packing so we can get the hell out of dodge. I already booked our rooms. It's a suite with a shared living space and a bad ass patio out back that overlooks the ocean. I arranged for some surprises for us when we get there too. It's going to be amazing."
"Well, what are we waitin for then? Let's get on the road," Chibs says coming up behind her with his saddle bags over his shoulder.
"Anyone need a bathroom break?" I ask.
"Nope," The girl's chime.
"Then let's get a move on," Chibs says.
The girls lock arms and walk ahead whispering to one another.
"You ready for this trip, brother?" Chibs asks. I understand the meaning behind his words.
"As ready as anyone can be."
"Don't fuck it up or you'll have both of them mad at you."
"Not sure what the fuck I'm doing here, Chibs."
"Wooing her," he says.
"Woo?"
"Aye." Chibs pats my chest. "You'll get the hang of it soon enough Jackie boy. Women like ours are rare and need to be claimed, and locked down immediately. How the hell she's still single is beyond me. If you're as serious as I think yew are, it's time to bring you're A game. Don't be like me, waiting in the shadows and wasting time. We both know tomorrow isn't promised. Might as well spend every day exactly how you want to."
His words resonate. I never thought about a life where Lee isn't a phone call away. I've been stupid and blind.
"I hear you brother," I say patting his shoulder. He gives a curt nod and strides toward Journee with a boyish grin on his face. I never realized how lonely he must've been until now. If I'm not careful, I will be too. I quicken my pace and hook an arm around Lee's waist. "Time to go, chatty Cathy. You'll have the entire weekend with her."
She laughs and gives a small wave as I lift her up and carry her over to the bike loving how she feels in my arms.
I could get used to this.
