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Mo Astor Chapter 29
Lee
"You receive any strange emails lately?" Journee asks as she peers at me over her burger.
I roll my eyes. "No."
She narrows her gaze and studies me. I can lie with the best of them, but not to Journee.
"Good."
"Whatever Juicy did shut him down. I'm guessing he got tired of thinking up new ways to dick with me. Punk ass kids."
Journee snorts. "Too much time and technology on the hands of the youth these days."
"Pretty sure your son would know all about that, Ma."
She sticks her tongue out at me, and I giggle.
"Keep it up, and I'll find a better use for it."
We're posted at the picnic benches outside the clubhouse. Some days we meet up outside of work for lunch, but today we were both feeling lazy, and this way she gets to see her hubby, so she picked up food on her way in.
"He's a good boy, leave him alone."
"Spoken like a true little Gemma."
"You wench." She tosses a fry at me, and I move dodging it.
"Just calling it like I see it. Don't worry Ma would be proud."
"Please, she's preening over you and Jax finally climbing out of the river of De-nile."
"We weren't." I protest.
"Uh huh. A lie to yourself is still a lie."
"You're one to talk," I mumble.
"Exactly, takes one to know one," She flashes me a wide grin that gets her out of most things.
"How's the blowback from Psycho?"
"I don't know. I'm assuming good because Jax hasn't said anything. He goes over once a week to check in. They're civil at least because he doesn't come home agitated, or worried about the baby. I know her morning sickness has gotten bad. Having a prospect over until she got back on her feet was a wise decision. I'm guessing she liked the company too. In a way, we did take away everything. It's got to be shitty for her to come around the clubhouse now."
"Hmmpph. She'd best get used to it. 'Cause no way in hell she's pulling a Mary and keeping that baby away from Jax and its proper family."
I nod my head in agreement. We both know the importance of family. "I'll never let that happen."
"Wendy would go missing first," Journee agrees.
"So bloodthirsty."
She grins. "Nah. Just putting it on the table. So, did he move in yet?"
I pop a fry in my mouth and shake my head. "Not yet."
"You want me to kick his ass?"
"It's not him. It's me. I'm just. This is all moving so fast. I'm not ready to give up that last piece of my independence."
"Lord," Journee huffs. "Please tell me you did not turn him down."
"No. Nothing like that, he hasn't asked yet. I think he's waiting because he knows I'm not ready yet."
"Of course he does. I don't think you give him enough credit when it comes to you, Lee. You've always been different from anyone else. He gets you, and believe me when I say he catalogs your every move and stores it away in that big ass brain of his. This is him earning the right to have you. I'm all for that. He played the field and lived a self-revolving life for a long ass time. But don't let it go too far. It'll build a wedge. He needs to know you're just as invested and ready to make concessions to make this work. Jaxy has never been the type to do anything slow. This hesitation is all for you."
I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. "I know."
She gives a nod, and we let the subject drop. She's got a precarious place, standing up for both of us against the other. I don't know how she keeps the balance. Perhaps because she loves us both so fully. Where he's impulsive, I'm cautious, it's led to friction before, but now we have a tentative waiting place. I see his dedication daily. It's in the way he checks in on me during the day, shows affection without worrying about who's around, and makes it clear to the Crows he's off limits. That's new. With Wendy, they always knew there was a chance.
It's changed the way I viewed him. I knew the boy, but this is Jax, the man, and the growth and maturation look damn good on him.
I peer over to the garage and bite my bottom lip as I watch him work on a car. He's sexy, but it's more than that, he's comfort and protection, and L. My throat clogs up.
"Oh my God, I'm fucked."
"What?"
I turn my attention back to Journee. "I think I'm in love with Jackson Teller."
She throws back her head and lets out a full-bellied laugh that draws attention to us.
"Shut up," I mumble.
"I can't. I can't help it." She clutches her stomach. "To be so damn smart you are sure stupid when it comes to him."
"What?"
"Girl you've been in love a long time. Both of you. It was so evident."
"That's not true," I say.
"I'll say this. It was past like."
"What's so funny?" Jax shouts from the entrance of the garage. Journee lapses into another fit and I shake my head.
"Your sister is loca."
"Ain't nothing new there," Jax says as he shakes his head with a smile.
I can't help the smile that slides across my face in response. With anyone else, I would begin to panic. I like to stay on top of my emotions. It keeps me from getting too attached which leads to being hurt down the road. For once, I'm just… excited. Is this what it feels like to be a normal woman in love? There's no shadow of the past looming over me. I know without a doubt Jax will never be my father, and he has an army lined up to kick his ass if he steps out of line. Not that I can't do it myself, but it speaks to his commitment.
Little by little the bastard has won me over. I shake my head and give a laugh. He's a Teller, what else did I expect?
I'm watching HGTV as I fold clothes. Downtime is a blessing I never take for granted. Between keeping up with the upper crust of charming, cooking books at the shop, and being called on for God knows what else the club needs at a moment's notice, I'm short on downtime. It's mindless work as I make piles on the couch to put away while I decide on my next home project. A commercial break comes on, and I turn toward the pile and freeze. Boxers and white t-shirts are piled up just as high as my bras and panties. When had he brought over so many things?
I tilt my head to the side. We might not be talking about things, but they're happening organically. I like having someone to come home to. Kick loved the road and the club more than he could ever love me. Jax is a strange combination of family man and biker. He'll do whatever the club requires, but he's never forgotten his family; blood and otherwise. It's the one thing keeping me from running for the hills. I learned things that seem too good to be true generally are. Even with Kick, it fell apart right under my nose. I was thinking about marriage and babies while he found my input so insignificant he went Nomad without checking in with me first.
The relationships before him were casual, and I had to work up to that. My Father devastated me in more ways than one, and in another way, so did Gemma's grief. She and JT had something special. She lit up around him, and he treated her like gold. Losing Tommy put a real hurting on them, and his death changed Gemma. Seeing the power, you give with your heart made me want to steer clear. Yet here I am wading into deep, permanent waters. Jax and I can never go back to the way we were. It's not in either of us. So we make this work or risk fucking with dynamics that have been set in stone for ages.
I ignore the voice inside me that tells me I'm making a mistake. That's the remnants of a broken little girl who needed her father. I'm a full grown woman who knows better. All this time Journee has been right. He's been right in front of me, the perfect blend of lover and fighter. A man I can trust with my entire heart, who knows me inside and out. There's no explaining my past, or the rules of this life because he's been there for everything. Warmth flows through my body.
The sound of a motorcycle coming down the driveway makes me smile. Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.
"Honey I'm home."
I roll my eyes. People would be stunned by his silliness. "I'm in the living room, Ricky."
He comes around the corner and grins.
"I like this view."
I frown. "What do you mean?"
"You doing my laundry."
I grab a handful of whites, and he dodges.
"I didn't mean it like that?!"
"Right."
"I like this domestic thing we're doing, Lee."
He walks over and sinks down on the couch beside me.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah?" He nods and gives me the bashful boyish smile that's as rare as a unicorn. "I want to do more of this."
"You offering to take out the trash and do the dishes when I cook?" I ask keeping things light while I fish for more information. The last thing I want to do is read too far into this.
"If that's what you want me to do."
I blink. "You're serious."
"Sure am, darling. I know we're not rushing into anything, but I like what we have going. Don't you?"
I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and peer up at him through my lashes. "I do."
"Good." He cups my face and pulls my mouth to his. Silence falls. He teases my lips with his tongue, and I suck it into my mouth. He moans, tilting his head as he fists my hair and takes over the lip-lock.
We surface for air breathing heavily.
"I think I need to thank you properly for all your hard work today."
"Is that right?" I ask huskily.
"Mmmhmm." He bites my bottom lip. I groan, and he nibbles his way down my neck, tickling my skin with his beard as he sucks on my skin.
I shiver.
"Jax," I whimper as I gently push him away. "I have meetings this week."
"Good. They'll realize you're taken."
I giggle. "Jax," I say firmer.
He nips my skin and moves from the couch onto his knees in front of me.
"I'll just have to find other things to mark then." He pushes my dress up around my hips and strokes his thumb down the seam of my panties. "Already wet for me? Naughty little Lee."
I give a throaty laugh. "You know exactly what you do to me."
"Damn straight. Life those hips up." He hooks his thumbs under the sides of my underwear, and I help him ease the scrap of red lace down my body and over my heels. He spreads my thighs wide and licks his lips. A streak of desire runs through my body. His eyes are dark with desire, and his thumb is circling my clit, quickening the pulse in my core.
"So damn pretty." He licks a path up my slick core and dives in, a man starved. I groan as I bury my fingers in his long hair and move with him. He's an artist with his tongue, stroking, swirling, and penetrating me until I cry out. I lose track of the times I come as the world becomes a haze of pleasure and roughly whispered encouragement.
"I got to be inside you, Lee."
I struggle to focus. "So be inside."
He's a ninja, stealthy and swift as he undoes his belt, lowers his pants, and places me in his lap. I grip his firm shoulders as I lower onto his granite cock. I tilt my head back, moaning as he fills me to the brim.
"I need to see those blues."
Our gazes lock and I lift up and slam down. We both cry out as he grips my hips helping me keep the frenzied rhythm as he goes deeper with every stroke. I swear I can feel him in my chest as we ride out the storm we've built. I flex around him as he pushes me to the edge. My breath comes in small puffs and my body trembles. Two more pumps and I'm gone, screaming his name. He follows me over, filling me with his heat as I collapse on his chest, my face in the curve of his neck. He smells like sandalwood, soap, and leather with a hint of oil. It's a scent I've begun to associate with home.
"You know, I did three loads today," I whisper.
He laughs. "Oh yeah? Guess we need round two then."
I pull back and lose myself in the bright blue of his dancing eyes. This is exactly where both need to be right now.
"You okay, baby?" Jax rasps as he nuzzles my neck.
"Yes, but now I'm starving."
He laughs. "Taco Tuesday?"
"You cooking, Teller?" I ask glancing over my shoulder.
"Haven't you heard of Teller's Taco Tuesday?"
I laugh. "No, but I like the sound of it."
"Good." He kisses my shoulder. "Take your time. I'll get everything going in the kitchen."
He slips from the bed, and I admire his firm back and ass. "You should balance out all those boxers and undershirts with more pants and shirts," I say taking a leap of faith.
He pauses in the doorway and gives me a smile that would rival the sun. "I'll be sure to do that this week."
