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Mo Astor 31

Jax

"You look antsy, Jackie. What's doing?" Chibs drawls. If it was anyone else, I'd bullshit them.

"Baby J sent me a text."

"Something wrong?" he asks, standing to his full height.

"Lee's ex patched back into the GB, and he's sniffing around."

"Ahhh. Now I see." He shakes his head.
"Ye can't be worried."
"Not about her. I need to make sure he knows it ain't never going to happen. You know how it is. If you don't have a crow, you're technically still up for grabs."

"Guess I know where we'll be headed soon as this is all stored," Chibs says with a smirk.

"Like we weren't heading there anyway," I mumble.

My phone chimes and I tense. I open the phone and burst out laughing at the photo that pops up of Baby J holding a blissed out and smiling Lee. I got you, bro.~ J

"Things looking up?"

"Your wife is something else."

He grins. "What'd she do now?"

I always thought Chibs was a happy guy, but seeing him with Baby J, I can tell how much of it was a front.

I turn the photo towards him, and he releases a bark of laughter.

"What's going on over there?" Tig asks. I shut the phone down quickly.

"The girls are wanting us to hurry over to meet them at the GB's. They're having a family day."

"Look at the two of ya, all domestic and shit." He pats Chibs shoulder, and we exchange a glance. Lee is thawing the iciness between us.

"That a hint? Cause I can get me old lady on the search for ye," Chibs shoots back.

"To give up all this easy pussy, she'd have to be a fucking superhero stripper."

And this I why you can't help but love Tig. The image of a stripper dressed as wonder woman dances in my head.

"You headed to the Jellybean tonight?" Bobby asks, eavesdropping from across the room.

"I wasn't planning on it, but I could go for the Jellybean."

"Keep fucking around, and you're going to end up with wife number four and the clap again," Clay says from around his cigar.

"It was twice," Bobby says making us all laugh. "Why the hell aren't you running to the clinic every week?" Bobby asks putting Tig in the hot seat.

"I'm a whore, not a hooker. I keep it safe. I can't use my dick if it rots and falls off. I seen where some of these girls have been, but they can all go for a ride on the Tig train as long as I'm wrapped."

I make sure to keep my face neutral, but I'm stunned. Tig always seemed reckless about everything. It's surprising to hear him put so much thought into anything that doesn't deal with safety and protection of the club.

"Alright, we're done. Everyone's free to go. Church on Monday after work," Clay says. I feel like a racehorse who just heard the sound of the starting gun.

I nod Chibs to follow me out.

It's never been a secret between me and Chibs that our girls are an item of sorts, but we've never talked about where we stand.

"What's up, brother?" Chibs asks following me away from the others out to the garage where we won't be disturbed.

"We both know we call the girls wives for a reason. But we never talked about what it means for us. I know Baby J. She's feeling frisky and probably wants to play with Lee."

"Yew know I got no problems with that," Chibs says.

"Yeah, I know. What if they want to pull us into the game?"

Chibs blinks, and silence between us falls.

"I got no problem being a watcher Jackie. It's a thing I'm working Mo Astor into. So you dunna have to worry about me there."

"You freaky bastard," I say, lifting my hand slightly for a low five. We clasps hands with a laugh.

"How the feck did we luck up with this two?" He asks.

I shake my head. "Divine intervention. We both dragged our heels longer than we should've."

"Aye means we got to make it up to them now."

"You up for that?" I ask.

"Aye. Been waiting a long time for this," He says with a nod. An understanding passes between us, and I know things are going to change.

The club is packed by the time we pull up. All the kids have been banished, and the adults are out in full force. Couples are lined up outside, dancing to music being played over speakers and brothers are playing dominos and drinking outside. We park our bikes and move inside. The inside is a mirror of the outside.

I scan the area for the girls and spot Kick instead.

"You find the girls. I got a conversation to have," I say.

He nods his head, and we part ways.

"Kick, let me holler at you for a minute," I call as I walk over to where he's watching others shoot pool.

His eyes widen, and I smirk. Yeah, motherfucker, you messed with the wrong woman. I have no problem staking my claim.

"We got a conversation to have?"

"Yeah, I think it's best we do it now before shit gets out of control."

"If it's that serious ink would be involved."

I clench my jaw.

"I don't think you want to do this here."

He scowls. "Let's take a walk then pretty boy."

I clench my fists and remind myself this ain't my home turf.

I light up a cigarette to cool my nerves and we step outside, away from the crowds.

"Heard you were pushing up on my woman." I say around the smoke from my inhale.

"Woman ain't the same thing as an Old Lady. She tell you? Used to be she could handle her own shit. Naw, wait. This sounds like your lackey."

"Keep my woman's name out your mouth. Say some shit about her or my sister and watch how fast I fuck you up for free." I say, taking a long drag.

He laughs. "Still acting like a damn pit bull for both of them? Newsflash she's married, and Lee ain't claimed."

"Ink or not that shits mine. If you want me to prove it with my fists, we can take it to the ring. But it'd be pointless. Your ship done sailed, son."

He cocks his head, and I ready myself for the potential battle.

"It's like that."

"Yeah, it is. Unlike you, I'm not letting her go. So get used to me around and us together."

"We'll see."

"Don't fuck with me, Kick," I growl.

"Yeah, I hear you."

"Jay, why are you holding up the party?"

I glance over at a tipsy Journee with her arm wrapped around Lee and smirk. Lee's lips are swollen, and her shirt is unbuttoned just shy of showing too much cleavage.

"I was just playing catch up with our friend, Kick here."

"You know it's impossible to get a girl back when she doesn't want you, right?" Lee says.

I smile. My girls coming in to smooth things over and drive the point home before I end up ruining the night they have planned.

"They couldn't wait to see you," Chibs says with a shrug. The calculating bastard knew I'd lose my head if he left me out here too long.

"I was finished here." I toss the finished butt to the ground and turn my back on him refusing to acknowledge his presence further.

"You trying to steal my woman, Baby J?" I ask playfully as I wrap my arm around Lee and lean into Journee.

Lee reciprocates the action and relaxes against me.

Feeling her warm body tucked under my arm chases away any lingering agitation from before.

"First of all, she was mine first, and now, I was just warming her up for you." She winks, and I laugh.

"You hear that Chibs?"

"Aye Jackie boy. She had a lot to say this one."

"You two been putting your heads together again?"

"More than that," Lee says huskily. My cock swells as I remember the show they put on at her house a few months prior.

"The girls have something they want to show us," Chibs drawls.

Here we go.

"You got something to show me, baby?" I whisper brushing Lee's lips with my own. I'm instantly rock hard and anxious for what's to come.

"Mmmhmm," she purrs.

"Don't be shy. Show me."

"We were hoping you'd say that," Journee says. "Daddy, can we play?" The tone is a new one. I can't help but watch in fascination as they take their roles. Journee has always been more soft-spoken and reserved, but fiercely independent. Seeing her give everything over to Chibs is a new experience.

"Aye Little Lass. You know Daddy likes to watch."

"Jay?" Journee turns to me with wide brown eyes.
"When have I ever denied you anything, brat?"

Her grin is answer enough as we make our way inside through the crowd, and down the hallway to their room. It's late, and everyone is too drunk, high, or into what they're doing to notice us.

Inside the room, we hang back waiting for the girls to reveal their plans.

"Lee had a rough day. I thought we could help her relax," Journee says. Her full lips curve up into a smile as she leads Lee over to the bed. This is new for her. Before, Lee always took the lead. Seeing my woman so pliant and eager has me straining against the seam of my jeans. Journee grips her hair tight and tugs her head back, baring her neck. She nibbles her way down the graceful length, sucking on the pulse point. Lee moans.

I'm mesmerized as Journee runs her hands up Lee's lush frame and cups her breasts. "I think you're wearing too many clothes, baby."

I damn near swallow my tongue as her nimble fingers undo the buttons, revealing the black bra that stands out against her creamy mounds. The black pencil skirt quickly follows along with the bra. I can barely focus on the peaches and cream skin revealed because Journee is in constant motion. Her fingers pinch, and pull at dark pink nipples.

Lee leans back against her, taking everything she's giving.

"My good girl learned her lesson. I reward her when she takes what I give and asks for nothing more."

"Jaysus," Chibs whispers echoing my thoughts out loud.

"Isn't that right?" Journee asks lightly slapping Lee's swollen breasts.

"Yes," Lee rasps.

"Come and sit on the bed," Journee says guiding her over to the bed with mussed sheets. My head is filled with filthy of images explaining how the sheets became rumpled. "Spread your legs wide. That's my girl."

Her brown hand skims down Lee's torso and disappears into her panties. Lee whimpers. "So wet. You like being watched, don't you? Like showing them what I do to you."

"Yes. Oh, yes."

"You want to come?" Journee whispers nipping at her bottom lip.

"I do."

"Hmmm. First one's on the house," Journee kisses her lips as her fingers work furiously and the wet noise and whimpers fill the space. A rose flush creeps over Lee's body. Her blue eyes darken and dilate. Her back arches and I know she's close. I drink in everything as her body trembles, and she cries out. Journee removes her fingers and holds them out looking at me coyly.

"Come have a taste." I'm moving before my brain can make a conscious decision. I suck her slender fingers into my mouth as I stare into Lee's glazed over eyes. She whimpers.

"She's so greedy. Already begging you to come again with her eyes before she's ridden out the orgasm. Take her panties off and sip her from the source Jay boy."

I peer into familiar brown eyes. She's beautiful right now, fully whole, and in control. The traces of Kyle's abuse are a distant memory, and I'm a mixture of proud and aroused. I drop to my knees, stripping Lee of her panties and bury my face between her thighs. She's leaning back on her elbows watching me, and Journee is attached to her breasts. The sight of her, the two together and the taste of her sweetness on my tongue are an addictive combination. I grip her thighs as I make love to her with my mouth. She's rocking against me and burying her slender fingers into Journee's hair as we slowly work her higher. She's dancing for us, singing in breathy sighs and moans as she rocks her hips. Her lips are berry red from the bruising kisses she's sharing.

Journee's hand moves down to caress her clit and her slick walls pulse around my tongue. I hum, and she cries out.

"She's close. I think she deserves to come, don't you."

"Mmmhmm," I agree.

Her body vibrates, and she comes with a soundless scream.