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We're so sorry for the insane delay. Deadlines and back to school for Ford's kids is to blame. As soon as this posted, she's diving back into edits, but she hopes you'll enjoy the newest chapter. Don't worry we've got plenty more to share with you guys and there's no hiatus coming.

Mo Astor Chapter 34

Lee

"Do you think she realizes this is slave labor?" I ask rotating my wrist as I seal up yet another bag.

"I think she'd counter by calling this family participation. You know the club has to keep up appearances and remind this town how much they need us," Journee says in an eerie imitation of the reigning queen.

I giggle and shake my head. We've been holed up in the living room making toiletry pack after toiletry pack to donate to the church who was running low. They all like to talk about us behind our backs, but when they need something, they have no problem holding their hands out. It's a delicate balance Gemma never lets them forget about. Without us, this town would have bankrupted a million times over when the hard times hit.

We also keep the small town, small, keeping away big business, unsavories, hardcore drugs, and anything else we deem harmful. That's real power to create change and community. People miss that when they can't get past the cuts, bikes, and rap sheets. Working with Charming's wealthy, I've learned just how ruthless, cold, and uncaring they can be. There's no loyalty. If they catch the faintest whiff of a scandal, they'll cut and run, turn their backs and shun you. Yet they think we're the uncouth monsters.

"What's sad is I prefer this to being at home."

"Too quiet isn't it?" Journee says.

I sigh. "Yes. It's funny what you get used to."

"I know what you mean. There are no video games coming from any of the rooms and dinner is much smaller than I've become accustomed to cooking."

"Look at Wifey missing her family," I say with a light laugh.

"Please. Like Ms. We aren't technically living together isn't doing the same."

I smile. "Technicalities are an important thing."

"Screw your technicalities. He and the majority of his things are in your house. He never sleeps over at the clubhouse, and everyone's started swinging by your house to find him. Would it be so bad to make things more official?"

"I don't know." I sigh and try to explain the overgrown jungle that is my brain. "Maybe I'm afraid I'll jinx it. We're doing so good, and with me, nothing great lasts."

"You can't think like that, Lee."

"It's hard not to. Nothing has ever mattered this much before."

"That's exactly why you need to be all in. I know you. You've always held part of yourself back."

"Because if I give it all away, there'll be nothing left. We've seen it time and time again." I shake my head thinking about the soulless eyed old ladies and broken-hearted Crow chasers who've been in and out of the clubhouse over the years.

"You think Jax would ever do that to you?"

"No. Not on purpose."

"Not ever. He's no saint. He'll fuck up eventually, but he'll do whatever it takes to make it right, and he'll never stray so far you can't get over it. You two know each other well enough by now to know where the boundary lines lay."

"I know you're right, but the thought of it going wrong makes me sick to my stomach."

"That's called love, babe. Real honest to goodness, soul bonded. What we've had before was child's play. We had watered down and in some cases warped and twisted versions of this. It's why it feels so good, and yet horrifying at the same time."

I turn to look at her. "You're scared?"

"All the time. That I won't be enough. That he'll get bored, think he made a mistake tying himself down, or not come home. When what you have is worth losing, of course, you worry. It's not the same as that sinking feeling you get in the pit of your stomach that tells you what you're doing is wrong."

"What do I do?"
"Make the first move by dropping a hint. He won't act otherwise. Not when he's trying so hard to do it the way you need him to."

"But how?" I whisper.

I shake my head.

"Jax Teller makes my damn head spin." I take a shaky breath, and she laughs.

"It's only fair. You've been doing the same to him for a long ass time. He was just too stubborn to admit to himself. Now he's gung ho. A few pointed words and he'll do all the work for you."

"I can do dropped hints."

"After dealing with Gemma, he should be a pro at interpreting them," Journee mumbles.

The rumble of motorcycles coming makes my stomach flip.

"Speak of the devil," I say.

We stand, pushing depleted pile of toothpaste, mouth wash, and other hygiene products aside. We exchange a glance before we stand.

"We have just enough time to slip into something more comfortable before they get home," Journee says.

The giddy feeling that hits me, bubbles up and out my mouth in the form of a giggle. Suddenly were two school girls completely enamored with their men.

"So I'll see you in a few days after you resurface then," I say.

"Yes, ma'am." We hurry out arm in arm. Mom won't be made we left thing as is.
Where the boys are concerned…she gets it.

Twenty minutes later, I'm wearing nothing but one of Jax's t-shirts when the door opens. I lean against the wall and smirk.

"How'd you know I been dreaming bout this view?" he asks walking in with a brilliant white smile.

"Lucky guess," I say as I crook my finger and back down the hall. He follows me, a jungle cat, stalking his prey. "I got something for you." I tease.

"I bet you do."

I laugh. "It's not that."

I step into the bathroom, and he follows and freezes. A bath filled to the brim with bubbles and the counters littered with lit candles set the mood. "I owe you for all the teasing we did."

"Damn straight you do." He darts forward lifting me off my feet as I squeal.

"I been hard since you sent those pictures. I couldn't stop thinking about what I knew was under that soap."

I smirk and run my hands through his damp hair. He's already showered. It's his habit. But this is about comfort and reconnection. "That was the point."

"You always were too smart for your own good." He nips my bottom lip, and I cling to him, savoring the hard planes of his body and the scent of leather, man, and smoke. He traces the seam of my lips, and I part them , welcoming his tongue. I reacquaint myself with his taste, tilting my head to sample more as I rock my hips against the bulge in his pants. Suddenly the clothes between us are too much of a barrier.

I tug at his shirt, and we manage to undress each other between heated kisses. He steps into the tub holding out his hand for me. I follow, and we sink down into the heated, soapy water. He groans, resting against me.

"I know what you need," I whisper as I settle my legs on either side of his body and begin a massage. Being on the road for long hours is harsh on the body no matter who you are. Muscles get stiff, and joints ache. I start at his shoulder blades, and work my way down, working out the knots as I turn him into putty.

It's intoxicating, feeling his mass relaxing against me. He's a strong man capable of great destruction, and yet he yields to me. I kiss his neck as I continue to move lower. His groans have my nipples hard and my core achy. I reach around him to grasp his hard cock, and twist and stroke.

"Fuck, Lee."

I nip at his neck as I find a steady rhythm. He thrusts up, and I move faster, leaving my mark as I bite down on his flesh and suck. It feels good to be the one in charge. HIs heavy breathing and moans have me on the edge of orgasm. Only he could do this to me. He grunts and his cock twitches. He's close. A roar breaks free, reverberating through his entire body as he comes. I move my hand and make eye contact as I lick the milky drops from my hand.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard," he growls.

He wraps his arm around the back of my neck. "Now come here."

I move from behind him, and he pulls me onto his lap facing him. The intensity of his gaze steals my breath. He's still hard, and I whimper as he slides me over his length. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he holds his base as I lower myself down onto him. He grips my hips and drives up. I grasp his shoulders and lean back, holding onto his gaze.

"Always been you." He hisses.

He's a savage, unmerciful as he pumps inside me, filling me, driving me closer to the edge with each stroke that takes him deeper. I bury my nails in his flesh as the pressure builds. My body trembles and my heart threatens to leap from my chest. The tremors shake my tongue loose as I fly over the edge.

"I love you. Love you, love you."

"Aaah fuck, Lee." He explodes inside me, flooding me with his warmth as he buries his face in my neck. "Love you too. So fucking much."

The words bring something to life inside me. This is like nothing I've experienced before. There's no going back. My heart is no longer my own, and he knows it. His eyes are softer than I've ever seen them and in their depths, I swear I glimpse my future. I cup his face, unable to put into words the emotions swimming inside me. He nods his head as if he understands what I can't say. I wrap my arms and legs around him, burrowing into his neck. This man has always been my safe place. My harbor, an unmovable anchor through every storm that's blown through my life. I can do nothing other than trust that he'll remain that center. This man who's never let me down.

"I want to take care of you Lee, but you have to let me. We're done playing these games. I want to be home with my woman and later with my boy. It's time we do this right. Ain't no one else for either of us." He snickers. "Hell, maybe Ma was right, and there never was. All I know is I'm not letting you go. You're mine Harley, and this half-life we're living, pretending it's not that serious when it is, ain't working for me." He shakes his head. "I need you by my side where you belong. We keep going on like this, and I'm going to break some pretty boys neck for not knowing better."

I snicker thinking of the time he scared the shit out of a client when he picked me up from a meeting, and the client got a little too close. Jax's death glare had him high fiving me instead of our usual hug goodbye. Peter was harmless, not my type, and completely taken, but Jax didn't know that.

"I think it's time you put me out of misery darling."

"When you're delivering such a lucrative offer how can I say no?"

"You can't obviously."

"I don't know. What am I getting out of this, Teller?

"A twenty-four hour all access pass to me."

"Is that supposed to sell me?"

He flashes me an offended look, and I can't stop my laughter.

"Mean."

My face and my belly hurt from laughing by the time I've settled down.

"Don't act like you don't love it."

"I'm used to your abusive ways by now." He sighs, and I shake my head. Why the hell did we wait so long to do this? It's the best of both worlds. He's my best friend and the man I love. What could be better than that?