CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

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We end up back at the hotel somewhere around 3am, we get off the lift on our floor and Al dances down the hall smiling and chattering about shopping later that day.

Jax and I go into our room and close the door, he strips off his kutte, sneakers, and holster dropping them all onto the bedside table while I pick up the phone and request an 8am wake up call for all three rooms. We'd already arranged a late checkout of 11am but I know how hard it is to get Al out of bed in the morning.

Hanging up the phone Jax helps me out of my hoodie again and watches while I undo the buckles and laces from my boots before pulling them off with a sigh.

"Why do you wear them if they hurt?" He asks looking curiously at me.

I laugh "They don't hurt I know you won't believe it but I am more comfortable in heels then flats."

Jax shakes his head "You hated heels before you left."

I smile at him while trying to wiggle out of my jeans "I found a pair of heels in New York within a week of getting there that I had to have. I'll show you them when I get everything unpacked. But they have these horrendously high heels and I had to work my way up to them, while I was doing that I discovered that I actually love heels. And are we really talking about shoes?"

Jax chuckles and nods "Yes, you and your eleventy-twelve pairs of heels. The things I do for you Darlin'."

"What you can do for me now is help me get these off!" I exclaim, falling backwards onto the bed, my legs in the air and jeans still clinging tightly to my thighs. "The wind seems to have glued them to my legs."

Jax steps over and grabs hold of the ankles and pulls them sharply but all that happens is I slide across the bed and end up almost on the floor. Between him and I and a whole lot of wiggling my jeans are on the floor in a puddle and I'm curled in a ball on the bed laughing.

"Don't wear them again." Jax orders as he steps through to the bathroom and closes the door behind him.

"But I like them, and my ass looks great in them." I call through the door, pulling one of his shirts out of his pile of clothes and a pair of shorts from my pile.

The door opens behind me and Jax nods "It does, but that's a lot of effort to get them off."

"It's just as much effort to get them on but I'm not getting rid of them." I mutter picking them up off the floor, completely forgetting that I'm only in my leather corset and the black lace G-string I'd worn under my jeans. Jax groans behind me and I stand up, my jeans in hand and suddenly realise what I'd done.

Glancing over my shoulder Jax's eyes are alight with the lust that was in them earlier, the display from the club had affected him just as much as it did me.

He stalks over to me and grabs the jeans from my hand, dropping them back to the ground and yanking me to his chest "That wasn't very nice."

I lean up and kiss him softly, slowly working my tongue into his mouth to stroke his while his eyes wander over the black leather that's encasing my upper body. He reaches up and grabs the zipper at the top and pulls it down slowly, stopping when it's at the bottom of my breasts, the material lining skimming across my skin causing the sides to open slightly.

His eyes are slightly glazed when he looks down and I glance down, the point where he's stopped unzipping has the internal swell of my breasts showing, he trails a finger down through the gap over my exposed sternum, halting when he reaches the meeting of the zipper. "I think that I want my crow somewhere else."

I look up at him, the design I hoped he'd agree on can only go one of two places, right where his hand is, or lower on my stomach with the wingtips brushing my hips. My raised eyebrow has him tugging the zipper all the way down and setting the corset on the table behind him.

"Similar design, but here instead." He runs his fingers across the top of my ribcage between my breasts and my collar bone. "It'd have to be smaller, but we can make it so the head comes to here." He rests a finger on the hollow at the base of my throat. "The wings folding around here, the fingers trace over my skin, the four fingers covering the skin from the top swell of my breasts to my collar bone almost the whole way across. "The wings can dip here so that the shield can still be there like you wanted, and the chain you want with the dog tags for Abel can go over here," the fingers trail down my sternum "and the actual dog tags can sit here." His hand lands on the side of my ribcage.

I try and envision the design he's just painted on my skin with his fingers. "I can only see one problem with that babe." I say looking up at him.

"What?" He asks, his eyes raking over my naked skin

"I'd have to be naked from the waist up."

"And?"

"Happy's doing it." I remind him, his face twists into a frown.

"We'll work something out." He eventually says his eyes locked on mine. "After today you must be tired." He reaches past me and picks up his shirt from the bed and drags it over my head, carefully pulling my hair out from under the neckband.

I look at him, searching his eyes, but the lust that was in there only a few minutes ago has faded and mellowed. I step closer to him and kiss his throat gently "I am worn out, but I don't think I'll ever be too tired for you."

Jax smiles, his eyes crinkling as his mouth turns up "That's good to know Darlin' but I am shattered. And I have to ride another 5 hours tomorrow."

I nod and lead him to the bed, removing his shirt, jeans and socks before covering him with the blanket and walking around to the other side, climbing in beside him I snuggle right into his side, my shoulder in his armpit and my head resting on my pillow which I've pulled over with me.

Jax drifts off to sleep almost instantly and I feel sorry for him, having to ride for over 10 hours in two days can't be easy, and he's also being dragged shopping with 3 women for 2 days in a row. I quietly hope that wherever we end up shopping later has somewhere that they can go and be comfortable while we shop.

I lay in the overly soft bed for a while longer thinking about a few random things, wondering for a moment how my house is going, but with Gemma being in charge of the keys Gary and his team were bound to be worked like slaves.

The last thought that drifts through my brain before I go to sleep is that I really need to make sure Jax is aware that I'm serious about the money I have being his as well.