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Hey loves, I'm sorry it's been so long since an update. That's on me, Telford. My real life deadlines and book releases have kicked my behind. 80,000 words is a hella lot to edit. But I'm back, and we hope it'll be worth the wait. 3

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Mo Astor Chapter 26

Journee

I sit on the bed surrounded by clothing in various states of cleanliness and my bra and panties. I'm caught somewhere between getting dressed for a family dinner, and making a slide show. I swear Gemma is the biker version of Mommy Dearest. When she asks for something, she expects it to be done. Like all mothers and daughters, we've had many a falling out over it before I learned how to handle her in a diplomatic, non-combative, and open-ended manner. Unless she had an actual yes, you could work your way out of things when it came to her. Non-committal was the way to go. Lee had left not too long ago to stall her along with Jax to let me and Chibs get ready.

The sound of his motorcycle in our driveway makes me grin. He'd only been gone a few hours, but after spending every waking hour with him, it felt like an eternity. I quickly finish the line-up, press the save button, and set the computer aside. I meet him in the doorway, and he sweeps me up into his arms. I wrap my arms around his neck and whimper as he kisses me like his life depends on it. I'm lost in the taste and smell of him. Leather, mint, cigarettes, and his favorite cologne. I can't fight the urge to wrap my legs around his waist.

He moans, and I slip my tongue into his mouth, taking the lead. He growls, and I bury my hand in his rapidly growing hair and tug. I tilt my head, hungry for more as he walks me toward the bed. He turns and lowers onto the bed with me on his lap. I grind against the bulge in his jeans. We part, breathing heavily.

"She'll kill us if we're late," I rasp.

"I'll kill her if we aren't." he buries his fingers in my hair and tugs. I go pliant under his heavy-handed ministrations. He knows exactly how to turn me into a quivering mass of need.

"Stand up and take your knickers and your bra off for Daddy."

I rise, hook my thumbs in my underwear and give him a little strip tease. He empowers me. There's no need for embarrassment or shyness when his hungry gaze is upon me. He licks his lips, and I giggle as I step out of the underwear I just put on post shower. I pop the bra, and he sighs like I'm a vision.

"Aye lass, you're even lovelier than I remembered. Now come and take your Daddy out."

I walk over to him, keeping his face eye level with my breasts and I lean in, gripping his knees. He bites my stiff nipple, and I yelp as I slowly lower to the ground, keeping my legs wide, so he can see how much I want him. My old man likes to watch.

"So wet for me lennan."

"Always, Daddy."

"Shite."

I unzip his pants and free him from his boxers and denim prison. He springs to life, and I cup the base and stroke him. His silk over steel in my hands. I lean in and circle his head with the tip of my tongue. I suck him in, enjoying his salty flavor as I moisten his stiff cock. He groans and rocks his hips. "As much as I'd like to drag this out, I need to be buried inside your kitty more."

I release him with a pop and climb onto his lap. The site of him gripping his base for me sends a fresh gush of liquid from my core. The man is pure masculine sensuality in motion. I ease myself on, whimpering as he stretches me as I slowly lower onto him. The pain quickly yields to pleasure, and I grip his shoulders. "Ride me love, hard and fast." He strokes my swollen clit, and I let out a cat-like yowl.

"You're so big, Daddy. You fill me up."

"Jaysus Christ." He rubs faster as I find a steady rhythm. I clench around him, and he gives a rumbling purr of approval. "Just like that love."

The slap of our skin and the feel of him moving inside me have me coasting on the edge. "So close."

"Aye. Give it to me my little lass." He gives a final swipe as my orgasm hits, and grips my hips as he controls my speed. I scream as I convulse and he slams in and out of me, heightening my pleasure before he yields, exploding inside me. There's no time for a lengthy loving when the Queen is waiting. I rest my head on his shoulders as the aftershocks continue to rocket through my body. I reluctantly unwrap my arms from his neck and stand up. He grabs my wrist.

"Leave it, love. I want to know I'm still inside ye tonight."

I nod my head and bend down, cupping the side of his face as I brush his lips. "I love you."

"I love you too, Mo astor, with everything I am."

"You sit. I'll clean you up for once," I say as I move to the bathroom, enjoying the feel of his warmth inside me. I know our relationship isn't normal. It's unlike anything I've ever experienced, all-consuming, soul deep, and intense enough to border on scary. We're bound together forever.

Ten minutes later we're roaring down the streets of Charming, and I've got my hands out, enjoying the feel of the wind against my face and the setting sun on my back. There's nothing like being back home. I have a Disc loaded with some of the best shots from our vacation and trinkets for Mom. Heaven forbid I leave the country and not think about her. I hold Chibs tighter. I still can't believe this man is officially my husband. Journee Ryther Teller Telford. It's a long ass name, but it describes everything a person would need to know about me. I was raised by clubs. Brought up around women and men most couldn't understand and feared.

Violence was a normal part of life, and while woman knew their place, they were tougher than the average, because they had to be. When your man is constantly away you have to be able to hold things down and have his back when he needs it. I knew how to pitch a decent alibi by the time I was three. It's a different lifestyle, but the only one I know. When I went off to college, I learned swiftly I'd never make it in the civilian world. I couldn't do the niceties, politically correct talk, ass kissing, and rule following. The things most kids Lee and I's age found entertaining were old hat. Who needed to get wasted every weekend when we'd been allowed to drink since we hit sixteen?

I used to think all I needed was a SamCro Brother. It was part of the reason I gave Kyle a chance to start with. I couldn't have been more wrong. But everything I'd endured led me to the place I needed to be. So I'd do it all over again to land here.

We pull into the driveway and my excitement ramps up. With all the wedding plans it seems like I haven't seen anyone in a relaxed state in ages, and I missed my Juicy. I was a bit bummed when he wasn't home when we arrived at the house. I hop off the bike, and Chibs backs in. He hands me Gemma's crystal set from Scotland and the disc and walks around to wrap an arm around my waist and guide me to the front door.

We knock, and she answers with a smirk. "Well, it's about damn time."

I Grin. "Hi, mom."

"Don't' be too mad at her Mother, Its me fault we're late," he says.

"Seeing as how you just got back from your honeymoon I'll let it slide, just this once," She says with a wink.

"This is for you," I hand her the box and the disc like peace offerings.

"How sweet of you thinking about me baby. Are these the photos?"

"Yes, ma'am. I made a quick slide show."
"That's my girl." We hug, and she kisses my cheek before moving on to do the same with Chibs.

I walk inside and catch site of Juice. My heart squeezes, and we both beam. He stands, and I rush to him, laughing when he lifts me off the ground. The maternal feelings are real with this kid. I rub the back of his head. "You stay out of trouble?"

"Relax, Ma. He did good while you and Da were away," Tig drawls. I blow him a kiss. "I missed you too, Tiggy."

I'm passed around the table, as hugs and kisses on the cheek are issued. I end up in Hap's arms, inhaling the dark scent that used to be the most comforting in the world until Chibs.

"You look good, Cocoa. Have a good time?" he asks softly. I nod my head.

"The best time, Hap."

"He gives me a quick squeeze. "Good."

We step back, and I make my way back over to Chibs.

"We got a lot to celebrate tonight. I got my babies in one room again," Gemma says.

"Good to have you back, brother, Baby J," Clay says.

"Good to be back," we say at the same time before laughing.

Clay shakes his head, and I take my seat squeezed between Jax, who's on the opposite side of Lee, and Chibs with Juicy and Hap across from me. I'm insulated by all my people. It's the best homecoming I could've asked for.

The conversation begins to flow as the food is passed around and dished up.

"Did you ever see something in Scotland other than your bedroom," Tig asks.

"Aye brother, plenty more."

"Pictures or it didn't happen," Tig quips.

"We actually brought some for you guys," I say smugly.

He sticks his tongue out, and I laugh. To be one scary son-of-a-bitch the man is an overgrown child.

"How was the food?" Bobby asks.

"You would ask that," Chibs drawls as the table erupts into laughter.

"It was good, but I missed your muffins," I say placating him with a wink.

"Tell us what we missed," Chibs says slyly turning the conversation away from us with a light squeeze of my knee. I take a drink of water to hide my smirk.

I enjoy the lasagna as we hear animated tales of customers who forget Samcro weren't your average mechanics, and tales of Sac, my husband's idiotic prospect.

The night flies by like it always does when we're all together, and we move to the living room where Juicy rigs everything up to show the photos. I sit sideways on Chibs lap as the slideshow fires up, relaxing against him as he explains each location. His rich baritone is soothing, and he's a natural storyteller. I relive the memories as he explains the legends and lore connected with the different places we visited. I think Scotland stole a bit of my heart.

A picture pops up that makes the blood rush to my face as Juicy quickly clicks past it.

"Waait. Was that …. Nipple?" Tig asks.

"You aren't the only one who likes to play games, Tiggy," Chibs drawls as he moves on to talk about the castle in the next photo. I cover my face as the cheers go up in the room, and all eyes turn to me. There never was any such thing as keeping secrets among this crowd, and eventually, our flash me game was going to be walked in on. My family, can't live with them, can't kill them all and not have questions asked.