CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

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After a shower to wash away the sweat and grime from the day Jax stands under the spray for a while, soaking the tape on his arm till it falls away, showing clearly that he was right; there really wasn't anything to worry about. The tape that ran half the length of his forearm was not needed at all, although the injury runs from his mid-forearm to his elbow it's barely cut the surface, the pink on the bandage obviously from the few tiny areas where whatever it was had sliced slightly deeper.

Once he's out of the shower I take his arm in my hands and run my finger over the scratch, and it really is only that. "Sorry I doubted that you'd know how hurt you were."

Jax shrugs, the water running from his hair down over his chest distracting me slightly "You were worried. If it'd been Ma she would have had me dying."

I giggle and nod "She probably did anyway."

Jax chuckles "Probably. You know we'll have to check in with her before we leave tomorrow?"

I nod and let my distraction get the better of me, leaning forward I trace my tongue along a trail of water going from his shoulder, up his neck and over the shell of his ear. Jax's breath stutters when I blow on the drops I've spread, warming it with my tongue and then cooling it with my breath.

I look up through my eyelashes at him and the slight shaking of his head has me giggling "Couldn't help it. You're so…tasty."

Jax grabs the edge of my towel and pulls it off me in a quick movement "I could say the same about you. From now on once you're in the door you don't wear clothes."

I laugh and shake my head "Sure and you'd be happy for your brothers to come in and see me wandering round in my birthday suit?"

Jax's eyes widen and he shakes his head "Okay, so not all the time. But when the door's locked then yes."

I snort out a laugh "You know your mother has a key aye?"

"Shit. Stop bursting my bubble here and let me enjoy the view." Jax says, his eyes still wandering over my naked skin.

I shake my head and lean around him, picking up my hairbrush and brushing the cascading length carefully, braiding it quickly and tossing the damp ends over my shoulder. The tip of the braid barely brushes my waist, the wet ends tickling my skin.

I turn to leave the bathroom, giving up on getting my towel back, I'd already dried myself while Jax was still under the water so I'm completely dry as I cross the hall into the bedroom, stopping to scoop up the discarded clothes and tossing them into the washing hamper. Flicking the blankets on Jax's side into the middle of the bed I walk around and flick the blankets off the other side.

Jax appears in the doorway, his towel still slung around his hips, but mines managed to make an appearance around his neck. "Thought you might still need this?" He lifts the edge of the material with one hand.

"Nope, I'm all dry. Well, most of me." I reply with a cheeky grin.

Jax's eyes widen slightly when I poke my tongue out at him and climb onto the bed, sliding my legs under the sheet and pulling the blankets over. "You coming?" I pat the bed beside me and raise an eyebrow at him.

"Not yet. But soon." Jax replies, throwing the towels in the direction of the hamper and missing completely. He snaps the light off so the only illumination in the room comes from the living room where we've left the light on.

Sliding into the bed beside me Jax's arm goes around my back pulling me to his side, my head pillowed on his shoulder I reach across him and drag my fingertips slowly across his skin, starting from one bicep, across his chest, slowing as I cross the area branded with Abel's name before my fingers droop and very deliberately flick across his nipple, tracing backwards towards the other my fingers trailing in a pattern that if I'd left anything behind the lines would plainly spell my name.

Jax's breath catches in a slight lurch when I pinch his other nipple, but leaning my head down I flatten my tongue and drag it up the one closest to me, causing the inhalation to come back out with a sigh.

I fasten my mouth around the hard point and suck gently, the tip of my tongue barely touching his skin. He moves his arm further up, closing his hand over my shoulder but doesn't make any movement to pull me away; instead he just rubs slow circles over my skin while I mimic his actions with my fingertips and tongue.

It doesn't take him long to realise that I'm coping his motions and he stops moving his hands, I pull my mouth of his nipple, it's shiny from my attention. I shuffle up the bed a little and press my mouth to his, my hair sliding over my shoulder and landing with a thump next to him. He wraps my braid around his hand and holds onto the ends of it, the damp hair curling around his fingers.

Our tongues tangle together, sliding between each other's mouths while my hands continue to run over his front, sliding closer to where we both want it. His free hand is running up and down my arm, the rough spots on his palms scraping over my skin leaving trails of heated skin in their wake. I finally brush the base of his erection and his hand tightens in my hair, the pulling sensation enough to make me groan and my hand to twitch.

I lift my hand and wrap my fingers around the hardened length of Jax's cock, sliding my hand up slowly and down with just as much pressure Jax groans again, the sound going straight from his mouth to mine, his tongue drags over mine a final time before he pulls backwards, his head drooping back onto the pillow.

"You're going to kill me." He mutters his voice rough.

I giggle, tightening my fingers a touch more "But you'll enjoy every second of it."

Jax moves to roll over, but I press my hand into his chest and move so I'm on my knees straddling him, my weight resting on his thighs just above his knees.

Leaning down, his erection pokes into my stomach as I stretch to kiss his chest again, returning my attention to writing my name across his chest, this time using my tongue instead of my fingers. My tongue drags across his nipple and his hips twitch under me.

The hand that's still has my hair wrapped around it lifts and comes to rest under my chin, I drag my mouth away from his skin and look up at him "I need you." He says, his voice rough with desire, but still the lingering sense that he needs to prove he's alive is there as an undertone.

I shuffle up the bed, my knees settling on either side of his waist as I lift my body up he looks down, my hand wraps around the base of his cock as I slide it between my folds, the moisture that's been steadily building making it easy for me to slide back down.

Jax frees his hand from my hair and rests it on my hip, the other one settling on the other, he starts moving me slowly, a gentle rocking motion that leaves us completely connected, he pulls one hand off my hip and moves so he's sitting with his back against the headboard, pillows piled behind him.

His mouth latches onto the nipple that was inches from his face and the hand not on my hip rests possessively on the other, his fingertip brushing over the tip of my nipple with each movement I make. The added stimulation from both my nipples ignites a desire inside me that I don't think will ever be extinguished. The feeling of Jax's hands on me as I rock above him, his cock twitching inside me, his breath against my nipples and his goatee rough against the soft skin of my breast sends licks of fire through my veins. The only thought in my head is climbing the mountain that I'm at the bottom of, knowing that when I free-fall off the side Jax will be there with me.

My hips move faster as Jax's fingers dig into the flesh there, the illusion that I have control in the meeting of our bodies is shattered when his hand stills its movements and I stop completely. The groan of frustration that escapes my mouth bringing a chuckle from Jax's throat.

His mouth pulls back from my breast and he twists his neck so he can fasten his mouth to mine again, we share a long slow kiss before he starts moving his hips again as he raises his hand from my nipple to my neck, brushing over the still bruised skin "I really want to have my ink there." He groans out.

I grin, my fingers trailing up his arms and over his shoulders linking my fingers together around his neck, a few strands of his hair catching between them. I lean back down and kiss a trail over his cheeks, mouth and down his neck, running my tongue back up over his Adams apple and jaw "Soon. You can mark me for everyone to see."

Jax looks at me, his blue eyes alight with lust, love and the assurance that the future we both want will happen. "Promise?"

I nod, my hips moving faster as the peak of my orgasm rushes towards me "I promise. I love you Jax." I gasp out as the waves of my orgasm break.

Jax groans loudly as my pussy clenches around his cock, the grip enough for him to lose his careful control as he cums "Fuck, I love you to."

I smile at him, the orgasmic declaration always a great thing to hear. Slowly we de tangle ourselves and as I flop down beside him on the bed I chuckle "Have to have another shower tomorrow now."

Jax shrugs "But it was worth it."

I nod, closing my eyes and starting to drift off "So worth it. Love you."

I barely hear Jax telling me he loves me again before the darkness of sleep overtakes me.

AN: I don't normally ask for reviews, but can someone, or several someone's, who are reading this please give me an idea of how the lemony goodness is going down ;-) I've never written anything like this.