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Mo Astor Chapter 14
Lee
The dip of the bed and the smell of something delicious pulls me from the abyss of sleep. I blink and turn to my right to find a familiar set of brown eyes staring back at me.
"Morning young lovers."
"Wha?" I blink as the events of the day before rush back to me. My cheeks burn and my lips curl upward. Jackson Teller just made things official.
"Aaah, now it all comes back to her," Journee teases.
"Baby J?" Jax croaks.
I laugh when I realize she's burrowed herself between us on the Queen size bed.
"I made you something to commemorate this momentous occasion," She sing songs.
I sit up and laugh at the stack of pancakes, bacon, and eggs she delivered with orange juices on a bed tray.
"You wake us up with this every morning, and I won't mind you in our bed," Jax says.
Our bed? My stomach flips. Last night we held one another, making out sweetly until we fell asleep in each other's arms. I like that he knew to let me process instead of pushing for physical intimacy. He was showing me with more than words how serious he was about this. Jax and go slow usually didn't belong in the same sentence. Unless he was dragging his heels about doing something.
"Don't get used to it J". She wiggles her way out of the bed and stands. "Just wanted to thank you for the best pre-wedding gift ever." She all but skips away, and I turn to Jax.
We burst into laughter, avoiding what might've been an awkward moment if it hadn't been altered. Even now I'm battling the urge to bolt. It's all happening fast, and I'm vulnerable as fuck. I hate that shit.
"Hi," I say feeling shy.
He smiles.
"Morning beautiful."
I can't help but eat up the honeyed words dripping from his lips. It's a new side of him I've never experienced. He leans over, buries his fingers in my hair and pulls me to him. There's nothing sweet about the way he devours my mouth. Tongues slick together, and a moan is ripped from my throat as his taste explodes in my mouth. We surface for air, and I melt as his heavy-lidded, intense stare fixes on me. He runs his thumb over my lips.
"We should eat before Journee kills us for letting all her hard work go to waste," He says huskily. I nod my head unable to speak around the lump that's formed in my throat. He slips from bed, and I watched stunned as he walks to the tray and serves me up a plate. Two pancakes, four strips of bacon, and a pile of fluffy eggs. I'm taken back by how well he knows me and my habits. Jax makes it easy to forget how fucking observant he truly is.
I've dated men for months who couldn't even recall how I like my coffee. This is already unlike any relationship I've ever been in. I'm with my best friend. He hands me my plate, makes one for himself, and climbs back into bed.
"It's nice having time to relax. This is the best breakfast I've had in ages."
"It doesn't hurt that she's a good cook."
"Nope. Ole Chibs is going to get fat if he isn't careful."
"I think they'll find a way to work it off," I purr.
He laughs. "Yeah I guess so." He takes another bite of food and silence falls.
Full, I place my plate on the nightstand. He clears his throat, and I turn toward him.
"You okay with everything that happened?" he asks.
The uncertainty in his tone endears him to me.
"One hundred percent," I answer honestly. I'm nervous, but this feels right.
"Good."
The air in the room seems to thicken. This is new for both of us. I don't know about him, but I'm not sure how to act. A knock sounds on the door.
"Beach in twenty minutes you slackers."
"Task master," I call back silently thanking her. We've always been down to wing woman for one another, but right now I could kiss her.
"Best to appease her. She's been having one hell of a month," Jax says.
"Look at you, thinking 'bout your baby sister."
He laughs. "Uh, no, I'm thinking about the fear that rises in my heart when she loses it."
I giggle. "Is Jax Teller scared?"
"Darling, the three things I fear most happen to be the women in my life. You, Baby J, and my mother."
"That's because you're smart," I say.
I tap his nose, and he chuckles.
"Yeah. I learned the hard way over the years."
"I don't know what you mean," I say coyly.
"Bullshit. You girls tortured the hell out of me growing up."
"It was mutual," I shoot back.
"You're lucky I can't call Op right now to back me up."
I snort. "Please, he'd agree with me."
"I wouldn't be so sure."
He pauses.
"Anyways, as much as I'd like to watch you undress I'm trying to remember how to be a gentleman, so I'll take the plates out and give you some time."
He moves from the bed, and I close my mouth to keep from catching flies. Who is this? I watch the muscles flex in his back beneath his Giant Reaper tattoo as he moves. It still hasn't hit me that I have the right to call all that sexiness mine. I'm a possessive kind of bitch. Once we come out with us, I'll be letting everyone know where they stand, a decent distance away from him. You have to be firm with the bitches around here and assert your dominance. Sometimes I feel like this world has rules straight out of animal planet.
I'm still scowling thinking of the bitches who'll be upset about his taken status when Journee bounds in. Her ass and breasts are barely contained in a tiny white bikini I've never seen before. My lips tremble and laughter spills free.
She places her hands on her hips. "What?"
"I know what you're doing," I say breathlessly.
She pouts. "I don't know what you mean?"
"Right. You little tempter."
She stomps her foot. "Can you blame me? I'm dying here."
"Pretty soon you're going to have all the Scottish cock, you can handle."
She huffs. "I was here to check on you. Now I don't know if I want to."
I roll out of bed and walk over to her. "You love me too much to abandon me in my time of need."
"You're right, you brat. How are things?"
"Weird. Like… Twilight zone, but good. I think." I shake my head in an attempt to clear it. "It's like relearning how to do something you've built years of muscle memory doing."
"Sounds like you've been doing too much thinking and not enough other things."
"You insatiable little harlot," I say.
"Look at you trying to pretend you don't want to jump your man."
"He actually wants to wait. I don't know how long that's going to last, but he's trying."
"He's the kind of man you need him to be," she says.
"Yeah, I guess he is" I whisper, pleased with the way he chose to handle things. He's not the same man he was before he discovered his son existed. It was like being a father accelerated his growth as an adult.
Thoughts of the little stubborn being who refused to reveal his or her gender make me smile.
"Quiet giving cow eyes and get your ass dressed." Journee slaps my ass. "I have a man to convince to take me before the wedding, and you have a relationship to get the ball rolling."
"Since when are you so bossy?"
"Since my entire life was taken over by two insane women going through menopause."
"Point taken. I'm getting dressed." I wink. "You can watch if you want."
"And you wonder why I'm horny," she whines.
The sun on my face is a rejuvenating life giver. The daily grind and the email drama really got to me more than I thought. Being in a position where you're the face for a group of people who need Good PR like people in hell need ice water is draining. It also sucks rubbing elbows with folks you know think you and your family are the scum of the earth. But they tolerate you because you have power and influence.
It pisses me off every time they ask me why I'm still in town with the Sons. Money comes and go. True loyalty is priceless.
I shade my eyes and peer across the ocean admiring the white foam on the waves rolling in with tide. They're not big enough for any real surfing, but perfect for the myriad number of boogie boarders coasting in on them.
"You look hot."
I peer over at Jax and smirk. "Really? That's the pickup line you're going with?"
A devilish grin peels his lips back to reveal the pearly whites more suited for a toothpaste commercial than an outlaw biker motorcycle club.
"What I meant to say…" He kneels down beside where I'm laying out on a towel. "Is that you look like you could use some cooling down."
I narrow my gaze. "Jackson, don't you dare," I whisper.
"Let me help you with that." He scoops me up into his arms and tosses me over his shoulder.
"I'm going to kill you," I screech as he takes off running into the water. The cold water splashes up onto my heated flesh, and I squeal. He continues further out, letting me go when we're both shoulder deep.
I spit out water. "Jerk."
He laughs. "You were too far away." He throws me the famous Teller puppy dog eyes and I scowl and splash him with water.
"It's freezing."
"I think I can keep you warm." He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me to him. I wind my legs around him, to stay afloat. In a way, we're both getting what we want when he cups the back of my head and pulls my mouth to his. I grip his wet hair and tug gently. He moans and I slip my tongue inside, ready to doll out a little playful punishment for dunking me in the water. The vibration from his chest and the contrast of warm male and cool water makes me shiver. I can't get enough of him as our tongues swirl and tease. He nips my bottom lip, and I cry out shocked as he soothes the sting away.
I tilt my head, seeking more, as the world around us ceases to exist.
"Hey, this is a child-friendly beach!"
The random shout breaks the mood, and we pull apart.
He squeezes my hips. "As much as I'd like to flip that fucker off and continue where left off…If I get arrested, and my mother finds out about us that way, we'll both die painful deaths."
I snicker and burrow my face into his neck. "You're not wrong." I rest my head on his shoulder, enjoying the feeling of being in his arms. There's more than passion between us; there's history, security, and comfort. I can let my guard down around him and be. That's a luxury after years of being left by the most important male in my life, my father. Though, honestly, the man didn't deserve the title.
I push the thoughts of Wally away and let the current and Jax take me where they will.
"Well aren't you two a site for sore eyes?" Chibs brogue gains my attention. I glance over at him and laugh at the site he presents, carrying a content looking Journee like a bride.
"You practicing for the big day, Chiby?"
A wide grin damn near splits his face. His scars make his smile seem impossibly big. It's charming in a way.
"Nae, just keeping ma little lassie happy."
I can tell you what would make her really happy, and it has nothing to do with cooling off and everything to do with getting hot. She meets my gaze and puckers her lips. The slight pout tells me, he hasn't caved yet. "I'm sorry." I mouth. "Me too." She replies.
"You ready to head in for some lunch?" Chibs asks.
"Sounds good to me. Lee?"
"Sounds great, I'm starving."
"Love?" Chibs asks.
"What I have a craving for they don't have, but I can do lunch," Journee drawls.
He kisses her temple, and I bite back laughter. The next couple of weeks are going to be damn entertaining to watch.
