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A/N:
Hey loves, I'm doing something a bit different. I didn't want to leave everyone hanging on Jax's thoughts, but it's definitely time for Daddy to get some on one with his Mo' Astor, so I'm letting the "Prince" have a wee bit of screen time before Filip comes in. Thanks to all our readers and reviewers. *points. Your feedback is everything.

For all of y'all who've been asking: Teller is keeping her nose to the grindstone working on her next degree and doing the teaching thing, and Telford is doing the same old writing and fam.

Mo Astor Chapter 35

Jax

I peer down at the woman sleeping on my chest. This is more than I ever thought I'd have. After having my heart ripped out when I was young, I never let anyone in enough to get here. But Lee was already there. I kiss her crown and inhale the citrus scent of her hair. Everything about her soothes me. I like the smell of my woman, a combination of the two of us together permeates the air, convincing me I'm not just dreaming. I thought about this moment a million times over the past few months. Keeping my mouth shut was pure torture, but I trusted Baby J's incite. I've fucked up too many good things and held on too long to the bad in the past to tempt fate.

I pull her closer to me, kissing her crown before I close my eyes. Maybe I can make this all come together. Wendy and I are forming a new, healthier relationship. She's backed off, and though she hasn't said it, I think there's another man in her life. Not that I'm complaining. She deserves her own happiness. We can wait till the kid is here to play meet the person who'll be in our lives. Whatever helps her get to the hospital in once piece is all I'm worried about right now.

A boy. A little me. I'll never forget the way the sex reveal changed my life. Seeing him on that tiny monitor, and hearing his heart beat made everything real. It became him, and the concept became a reality. I knew I had to do right by him. For all the people I've lost. My father who taught me how to be a man, Thomas, who never got to live up to his full potential. My boy is my opportunity to continue the Teller legacy. Damn sure I'm going to make my family proud. Not that my mother would let me do otherwise.

So much has happened in the past few months it's hard to remember the way things used to be. I'm never going back. Slow and steady is the way to Lee's heart. After all the abandonment from her father, she has to feel secure before she makes major moves. I can be patient. I've learned it's true. The things worth having are worth waiting for and working toward.

Maybe it's a good thing. With anyone else, we'd be having blowouts by now. Wendy always wanted more from me than I was willing to give, and my high school sweetheart wanted me to be someone I wasn't. I can see that now. At the time it was too much. I'd lost Thomas, then my Father, and she came in like this ray of light ready to make everything better.

I know now what I felt was an obsession. When I focused on her, everything else moved to the background. I didn't have to think about how much I missed my dad or the hole he left in my life. I could try to fill that emptiness with the pretty brunette who clung to me just as desperately after the death of her mother set her father to drinking.

We were two lost kids using each other as a crutch. It never would've worked long turn. Not when all she wanted to do was leave, and I spent my entire life waiting to Prospect. She had me fooled for a time, taking my tattoo, and saying the only thing that mattered was us being together. That changed real quick when the guidance counselor told her she needed to get her grades back up or risk forfeiting any scholarship possibilities.

I don't have it in me to be bitter any longer. I'm letting go of my ghosts. There's no room for that when I'm moving forward to a better future with Harley. It's time for me to get my shit together, I'm going to be a Dad, and my son deserves the same experience I had.

Chibs

The only thing I want to do is head home, but I know the minute I come through that door I'll be on Mo Astor, and she deserved a clean old man. I'm in a haze as I rush into the clubhouse to my room.

"So I'm guessing I should stay the night here unless I want to be traumatized?" Juice calls.

"Might be a good idea, yah."

I ignore the laughter that springs up. I could give a shite less what the boys think about me and my wife. I had my fill of too much booze, easy pussy, and cold beds. It takes more than a willing body to chase away loneliness. No one here knows my story other than Gemma and Journee. There was no letting go, or relief from the guilt, worry, and pain the past caused me every day. You don't forget that you have a child out there just out of your reach, or that your wife betrayed you.

I thought I'd always love Fi. That she was my one shot at happiness, gone. Now I know she was a place holder. The thing fate put in my life to keep me alone long enough to let Journee mature. There's nothing that can keep me from her now.

"Got a hot date, with Wifey?"

I pause in the doorway and grin. Tig already has a girl in each arm, the sly bastard.

"Aye."

"Do her right for me." He winks.

"I plan ta brother." I unlock the door and strip down on my way to the bathroom. I take a prison shower scrubbing down in record time and scurrying out. I put on the dark denim she bought me along with a black t-shirt with a Celtic cross design. I know what Journee likes to see on me. I cross the room and slow as I pass the mirror. With my hair growing out and my usual scowl gone, I'm looking like the old me. The one who existed before Jimmy came in and crushed my dreams and nearly took my life. Insane that the silent girl who kept me healing and patched up has become my entire world.

I remember her back then, soft-spoken with a knack for healing, and reading people. She was one of the few I could stomach to have near me. I fly out of the club swearing my feet never even touch the ground.

I open the front door and chuckle at the dim lighting.

"Journee," I call as I step inside, close the door and re-engage the alarm. Safety first, always, when it comes to my woman. I walk down the short hallway and growl when I spot her beside the table. She's made a heart with tea candles, and in the center, she's got two glasses of whiskey.

"Welcome home, Daddy."

The tiny black lace panties, and the harness style bra that barely covers her breasts with the embroidered Rose pattern that twines its way up the straps has my jaw dropping and my prick rock hard. The floor-length black robe that frames her body has me thinking of silken restraints.

"You miss me, little lass?"

She pouts. "So much Daddy."

"Come here and show me how much."

Her full lips part as she grins and glides over to me like a siren about to bring me to my knees. She grabs a glass from the table and offers it to me. I toss it back as she runs her hands up my chest to my shoulders and begins to knead.

"I want to make my Daddy relax."

"Lass, the last thing on my mind is relaxing."

She giggles. I cherish the sound. I drink in the sight of her. The loose curls that tumble around her face and shoulders are too tempting. I wind a coarse spiral around my finger, and she smiles. We converse with our eyes. Neither of us feels whole without the other. Those long trips on the road aren't as easy as they used to be.

"Come 'er." She steps forward, and I lean down and capture her lips. The whiskey blends with her unique flavor becoming my favorite taste. Our tongues tangle. She presses her lower body to mine, and I wrap my arm around her pulling her even closer as I tilt my head. She moans. I reach out to set the glass on the table and grab a handful of her firm ass.

We pull apart breathing heavily.

"Daddy will take it nice and slow the second time. Right now I need to fuck ye."

"Yes, Daddy," She gasps. I lift her up, and she winds her limbs around me as I attack her mouth, nipping at her swollen bottom lip as I massage her cheeks. I toss her onto our bed. I shed my clothes and follow her down, climbing between the legs she's spread wide for me. I slip my hand in her panties, feeling her slick center, and she returns the favor, stroking my prick through my boxers.

I grunt as I prepare her for me. She's still new to this, and I've been gone a few weeks. My biggest fear is hurting her. She lifts off the bed.

"Daddy, please."

"You ready for me, mo astor?"

"Fuck, yes."

The swear inflames me. I yank her panties down and remove my boxers. Lined up to her glistening lips I pause to meet her gaze before I slip inside her heat. We both cry out as I fill her.

"Ah, you feel so good wrapped around me, love."

"Only, you, Daddy."

"Damn straight, lass. This is my Kitty." I pull out and push back in, shuddering as she flexes around me. "Always tempting me." I balance myself on my forearms as we find a rhythm. "Wrap your legs around me and hold on, tight."

I pound into her the way I've been dreaming of doing on the road. She arches, scratching my back as she writhes beneath me. She likes it a little rough, and I always aim to give her what she needs. I'll never push her too far too fast. It's a careful balance that makes me want to blow my load inside her. The feel of her pussy and the unwavering trust has me high. Sweat coats are bodies and she jerks as her walls constrict around me.

"Come for me."

She digs her sharp little teeth into my shoulder as she comes and I let go pumping her full of me. The small act of possession has me spraying like a fire hose. I'm still hard when the stream ends.

"Oh, Daddy."
"Told you, I missed you, lass," I whisper as I rock back inside her, slowly circling my hips.

"Show me how much," she purrs, giving me back my own words.

I chuckle. "Aye, I will." I nibble my way down her neck as I slowly build her back up and re-explore her body. She's so fucking lush. I want to eat her alive.

She gasps. "Oh, Daddy, can I come?"

"As much as you like tonight, love. No holding back."

Her scream fills the room as I continue to thrust through her orgasm. I'm nowhere done with her.

Sated, we're sitting in the bed with a package of short bread between us and tea. This is the part I like every bit as much as I do the loving.

"I missed you, Filip?"

"I missed you too, Journee. How'd you get along here?"

"Good. I've been busy at the shop, and Lee and I spent most our free time together. Gemma kept pulling us in on town projects." She rolls her eyes.

I laugh. "Sounds like yer, Ma." I lean in, and she kisses me.

"What was that for?"

"Because I can, and I spent too long wanting to when I shouldn't have."

Her cheeks fill with blood. "Me too."

"It all worked out in the end. That's all that really matters, eh?"

"I agree, love."