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Mo-Astor Chapter 28
Chibs
"How's married life treating you?" Tig asks.
I turn to him and narrow my eyes. It can be hard to decipher how he means something by tone, but we're close enough for me to read his mannerisms. His eyes are steady, and his facial expression is serious for once.
"Damn good, and you know it."
He grins. "Yeah, I did. Wanted to hear it from your own mouth though. Not many of us get a shot at the real deal. I watched the two of you dance around each other for years. I wasn't surprised really when you came out with your relationship. Hell, I would've taken a crack at her if I didn't know where both your hearts lied.
I smile. He never misses a beat, even if he keeps it to himself. "And you weren't going to clue me in?"
"Nah, you weren't ready. Wouldn't do me any good to tell you what you weren't open to hearing. It's funny you and the little prince all paired up and making actual homes and families. Clubs moving into the next generation."
The wistful tone of his voice surprises me. He's one of the many that love the life we live.
"You looking to settle down?" I ask, surprised by his seemingly sudden change of heart
"If I had a chance to do it again, right… maybe." His face ripples like a disturbed pond and the ever-present grin returns. "Besides I got a wife by proxy now." he pats me on the back, and I shake my head as I chuckle. "Aye."
"She knew that before you two married right? No way is she breaking up my bromance." He wraps an arm around my shoulder, and I laugh. Things are never dull with ole Tiggy around.
"Pretty sure she understood that since she hasn't broken her foot off in your arse when you call her wifey."
He throws his head back and laughs. "Oh, she's rubbing off on you big time, Scottie."
"Can't say I mind it."
"Yeah, I bet you aren't, seeing as how it's not the only thing she's doing on you."
I can't help but stand a bit taller and smile when he says it. She's all mine. My lovely lass to spoil and care for until I take my last breath. It's more than I dared hope for or deserve.
"It must be good since you aren't biting my head off."
"For what? I'm not ashamed of anything we do. I'm well aware of how much of a lucky fuck I am."
"That's my Chibby." He kisses my cheek, and I laugh as I finish my cigarette. I been cutting down since I got serious with Journee. I have a young lass to keep my health and other things up for.
I toss the butt on the ground and grind the dying embers out with my steel toe just in case.
"Ye let Wifey catch a hint of that change of heart, and she'll be playing matchmaker."
He turns thoughtful again. "Maybe one day I'll let her."
"Do I even want to know?" Clay asks as he joins us outside, effectively sending this softer side of Tig into hiding.
"I was asking him about married life."
"Ahh. So what's the verdict Chibby? She worth wearing the ole ball and chain for?"
"Always," I say putting enough edge in my voice to be let him know I won't be talking shit about my old lady while remaining respectful to his position. Some of the brothers treat their women worse than they do the crow eaters. I could never wrap me head around it personally. Why marry at all if it isn't for love?
"Huh. Give it a few years until the new wears off," Clay mumbles.
I grunt. "Can't see it ever wearing."
"Must be different when your wife is young, shiny and new. You married well. Between Gem and Happy, I never thought the poor girl would be claimed."
"Guess it just took the right man."
He eyes me with a narrowed gaze. I tense, unsure what he's after. "Good answers." He pats my shoulder and squeezes, and I feel a breath I didn't know I was holding release. He was testing me. She'd lived under his roof for a spell and held the moniker Teller. Hearing him talk about her so callously would've made me reconsider the way I viewed my President. Testing, however, is something I'm very used to.
"You've got nothing to worry about from me, Clay. Journee is the only woman I even see."
"Make sure it stays that way, or there'll be hell to pay from more than one person around here," he mumbles.
I smirk. It's nice knowing my club has my old ladies back. "I keen it when I started a relationship with her. Gem and Jackie boy were both pretty vocal."
"They would be," Clay mumbles as he lights up his cigar. "I like to keep a happy home and a cohesive club. So you got to watch your step."
"I think he's got it handled. Chibs is a smooth motherfucker," Tig says patting my back.
Clay nods his head. "Keep it that way? Happy wife, happy life."
"Got it."
It's new territory in the club, this intermarrying. There aren't many daughters still in good standing with their fathers around here, and Lee nor Journee have brought home local boys they were serious about. Lee was with Kick for some time, but his affiliation with the Grim Bastards always kept us well aware of the boundaries we could and couldn't cross unprovoked. Not that he ever gave us a reason. The boy was as laid back as they come in the life. Part of me wonder why they never worked out, and the other is just happy they didn't because Jax needs her to remain grounded. I've watched him struggle to keep his head above water. He's tough in a lot of ways, but emotionally, he's always needed an anchor.
Journee's always taken some of that burden onto herself. It's what siblings do, but it's never the same as having a significant other who could hold you down. Lee in her role as bestfriend went a long way, but it was no contest to them now.
They'd have their growing pains, but I got a gut feeling this is exactly as it should be. She was always meant to be the queen. We could see it in everything Gem set up and said. She's a master chess player, moving pieces around on the board. It makes her a bit terrifying to have as a mother-in-law.
"Alright, I'm going in. I got two more cars to finish before I can call it a day, and I don't want to to be here any longer than I need to."
"So cute, still in that honeymoon stage," Tig drawls. I flip him off as I walk back inside, but I don't deny it.
I open the door with Juice trailing behind me and I hide a smile. We've all settled into a routine I like. I never thought I'd have a family again in the traditional sense, and having the man-child I've always seen as a son under the same roof as my wife is everything. The smell of fresh bread and something mouthwatering fills my nostrils. She's arranged her schedule, so she's home by the time we get there more days than not, or makes a meal in the slow cooker. I'm fast forgetting the days of fast food, shitty crow cooking, and cold beds.
"Lass, something smells good." I hang my cut on the hooks she's set up for me and Juicy and walk through the living room to the kitchen where I find her and Opie's daughter, Ellie.
"Ellie girl," I say cheerfully.
She looks up at me and offers a small smile. "Hi, Uncle Chibs." Donna is damn particular about who she allows the kids to be around. After Opie went in, most contact with the club stopped unless Gemma forced it. She allowed Journee and Lee to stay close, but I think Piney and Opie himself had something to do with that. As the children's Godmothers, their bonds went deeper than the club.
"Baby boy has soccer games, so me and Ms. Ellie hung out and made dinner."
Ellie nods happily.
"Whatever it is you're making, it smells delicious girls. We'll just wash up before dinner."
"Is Juice here?" Ellie asks cheerfully. I hide my laughter. He's a favorite with ladies of all ages.
"Hey Ell," Juice says coming over to hug Journee and Ellie who blushes.
"Hi, Juice," She says quietly.
"How've you been?"
"Good."
"Better than good, tell them what you did last week," Journee says. gently nudging her to open up.
"I got the lead role in the school play. I'm going to be Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz," she says.
"Did you hear that? My niece is a star!" Journee says enthusiastically.
Ellie blushes. "It's just a school play."
"Oh no, you're not downplaying this. That's awesome."
"Aye, she's right, love. That's brilliant. Congratulations on the role." She's so much like her father, tall for her age and quiet until she has something to say.
"Ma, what are we having anyways?" Juice asks.
She laughs. "Irish Beef Stew and Soda Bread."
I moan. "I'm going to have to start running if you keep feeding me so well." I lean in and steal a kiss, careful to keep it chaste in front of Ellie. Last thing I want to do is set Donna off about what she thinks is inappropriate behavior around a child. Once Opie went in she went into helicopter parent mode. I understand why, but it made her seem almost shrewish and uptight. It was such a departure from the woman she once was it saddened me to see.
"Can you set the table for six?" Journee asks.
"Lee and Jax coming over?" I ask.
"Yeap."
"Alright." It's a pretty regular occurrence we eat at their house, or they come to ours. I think the girls are still trying to make up for the two-week separation. I don't mind. We always have more to eat than we need. My little lass cooks for many. Can't blame her the way Happy and Tig drop in. I get the feeling my best friend is lonely these days. With no Juice around to amuse him or me to shoot the shit with. I got to tell her about his moment of seriousness. Being Lee's best friend, she gets Tig more than most. He's been a surrogate Uncle. Albeit a pervy one.
I move through the bathroom and switch over to jeans and a black t-shirt.
"Hey, I think this is yours," Juice says from the doorway. I spot the letter in his hand.
"Why would you be getting mail for me?"
"Well, I don't' know any Padraic in Ireland."
I grin and hurry over. "This is from me nephew."
"I figured seeing a how he has the same last name and all."
I quickly open the letter, and my heart nearly stops at the site of the feminine handwriting. It's from me Keri. My vision wavers and my knees go weak. I lean against the doorframe as I try to catch my bearings.
"Ma."
I can hear Juicy beside me, but I'm unable to focus. I'm half afraid to look at the letter. What if she's cursing me out for all the things I did wrong? I'm not sure I could stand to read that.
"Filip?"
I glance up into worried brown irises.
"It's from Keriann." My hand trembles slightly.
She takes the letter from me and opens it up. Her eyes quickly scan the letter, and she smiles before she hands it over to me.
"Why don't you take this to your chair in the living room? We'll get the rest of dinner ready, okay?"
I trust her judgment. I nod, unable to speak around the lump damn near choking me.
"Why don't you get your Da a glass of whiskey Juan Carlos," Journee says in that sweet voice, that helps ease my fear. I don't' care about much in this world, but my daughter is my heartbeat. I don't remember the walk to the chair, suddenly, I'm simply there and plopping down onto the gray lazy boy with a plaid blanket tossed across the back. Journee keeps it frosty to combat the heat. I pull the blanket over my lap and unfold the paper I swear holds a light floral scent, even after it's trip across the ocean.
Da,
I'm really not sure what to say. After being denied contact, it's so odd to write this, and know you'll read it. I have so many questions. Do you like America? What do you do? Do you think about me? You said you did, but the way Mom talked…I always thought you never looked back.
I growl. Fucking, Fiona. Next time out paths crossed we'd have words. Two more years until my she hits eighteen, goes to Uni, and I gain more freedom.
I've wondered about you often. I know I have your eyes and Mom says your temperament. She's quick to anger, and you have a slow burn, she said. I've never met Aunt Greer, but I see Padraic often. We're pretty close. He makes me laugh, and Mom and him will actually allow me to go places with him. Paddy says your wife is nice, Journee. I saw a picture. She's very beautiful.
Her words make my heart sing. There's nothing I want more in the world than for the two of them to get along.
Do you think she'll like me? I know you said I might be able to visit… what will she think? I know she's really young, and mom says. Well. Stepmothers are the villains in books for a reason.
No, KerriAnn, no one wants you here more than your stepmother. I'm mentally writing a response as I continue to devour her words. She writes for the school's newspaper, belongs to the Spanish club, and works for the stage crew. She enjoys drama but has no desire to be on stage. Her favorite color is sky blue, and she loved the dress we picked out for her. I close my eyes and hold the paper tight. Every detail she's given me brings me closer to her. The saying better late than never rings in my head. I'll take this second chance and make it work.
"You look like you need this." I glance over and find Juicy holding out a glass of Jamison.
"Thank ye, lad."
"Everything okay?"
"Aye. The letter took me by surprise. It was from me daughter. We're back in contact through ma nephew."
"Oh."
"I'm sure he used your name to make sure Jimmy didn't have a reason to suspect anything."
"Oh, that's cool. You know I'm happy to help any way I can."
"That I do. You're a good lad."
I'll never stop missing Kerianne, or regretting the time we've missed out on, but I have something here I won't' take for granted.
"Tonight was fun. I like it when we all get together," Journee says. I blink to ease my straining eyes and set the Stephen King book on my nightstand. I focus on my wife and my jaw drops. She's in a soft pink camisole with flowers and a deep V, that has her full breasts nearly spilling free.
"Filip, I keep telling you to get your eyes checked."
"I see just fine. Come here."
She tilts her head and shakes her head coyly. "No, tonight is for you." She walks over and climbs onto the bed, straddling my legs. "Daddy had a rough night, didn't he?"
I nod, unable to resist the spell she's weaving. It's rare when she takes the lead like this. She's still finding herself, and I'll be damned If I do anything to discourage that. She massages my shoulders, and I lean back into the bed, watching her full lips as she comes closer. I trace her lips, and she opens taking me inside her mint flavored mouth. Our tongues tangle, and she circles her hips, grinding into me. My cock twitches and comes to life hardening as it stains to escape my boxers and get inside her heat. She takes a shaky breath. Her eyes are nearly black with passion.
She leans her head back, and I'm mesmerized by the sensual picture she presents. Her lips are parted, and her face is a work of art painted with passion.
"Ye're so beautiful, Mo astor," I whisper.
Her lips tilt upward. "You make me feel that way." She tugs my shirt up, and we work it over my head. It lands on the floor with a whisper of sound. Her nails rake down my chest.
"Jaysus." She bends down and nips at my stiff nipple , circling the other with her nail. I never even knew this turned me on. She takes her time, sucking, pinching, and teasing me as she slowly works her way down my body. My cock is at attention when she reaches the waist band of my boxers. Her eyes sparkle as she looks up and slides her hand under my waist band.
I lift my hips, working with her as she strokes me fast, and grips me tight. She bends down and circles my slit with the tip of her tongue. The muscles in my belly clench. She takes me deep, and I fight the urge to slam up and fuck her mouth. She hums and meets my gaze, loosening her throat. No words are necessary. I know she's ready for me now. I drive home as she sucks me and bobs her head. Her mouth is a hot wet sanctuary that's squeezing me just right.
I forget everything but the feel of her mouth suctioning around me and the look of complete acceptance and love in her eyes. She releases me with a pop, and I groan.
"Not where I want you to come, Daddy."
"Then bring that pussy here to me love."
She rips my boxers off with an urgency that has me leaking pre-come. She holds my base and eases down on me, inch by inch, wiggling as her body yields, and she struggles to fit me all in her tight core.
"So slick and tight, love."
"Always for you."
Fully seated, she presses her hands to my chest and eases up then drops down. She's so wet she's leaking all over, coating me with her desire.
"Just like that, love," I whisper as I gather her wetness and circle her clit. I met her stroke for stroke as she loves me slow and thorough. I grip her hips and drive up, desperate to go deeper. She flexes around me.
"Oh, Daddy. I- I'm going to." She splinters, contracting around me like a vice. My balls draw up, and I let go, spilling into her as she cries out, shaking. She collapses on top of me, and I plant kisses on her face. She giggles.
"Tickles, Daddy."
I plant a kiss on her forehead and pull her closer as we catch our breath.
"I should move."
"Let me fall asleep inside you tonight, lennan."
"Aye," She says.
I chuckle. "Laugh it up, Lass."
"Are you feeling better?"
"Much." I roll the ideal over in my head. "How would you feel about Kerrianne coming to visit."
"When? I can get the spare room set up for her next to Juicy."
I laugh at her enthusiasm. "I dunnae when. I haven't asked her yet. Wanted to run it by you."
"Your family is mine, Filip. You know that. She's always got a home with us."
"I'm jumping the gun. We're just now reconnecting, but I'd like to give her the option for at least visiting for the summer, maybe even going to university here, near us?"
"We can more than afford it," She whispers.
I smile. She's had access to my account for years now. I needed someone to handle things when I couldn't or if I died. It's a real issue I never ignored. I needed to know my Kerrianne would be taken care of after I was gone.
"I love you, Journee Telford."
"I Love you to, Filip Telford."
