CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO

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Having no reason to get up the following morning isn't a bad thing, I end up waking up before Jax and I'm both glad and disappointed. I'm glad I woke up first as it gives me a chance to take in how we've arranged ourselves in the night and how peaceful he looks while he's asleep. It disappoints me cause I would love to see Jax's expression when he realised how closely we were entwined. My tattooed leg is resting on top of his but one of his is wedged between it and my other leg, his thigh is tight between mine, and I can feel the muscles clenching as he stirs. Lifting my leg to arrange us in a little better, well more acceptable, position my thigh brushes along his material covered cock and his whole body twitches.

Snapping my eyes closed I pretend to be asleep when I feel him tense then relax and realise he's still sound asleep. Opening my eyes again I lay there watching him in the dim light that's seeping through the curtains, I'm not sure how long has passed before I hear his sleep rough voice ask, "Enjoying the view?"

I nod, "Of course." Meeting his eyes, he blinks sleepily and one of his hands emerges from under the bed covers to rub his face as a grin forms on his lips.

Glancing past me he looks at the clock and then back to me, "We should get up. Delivery will be here in an hour."

"We slept for over 12 hours?" It's roughly 9am by that, and given that I was in bed well before 9pm the night before I'm stunned, I never sleep that long.

"You did. I didn't come to bed till about midnight." Jax replies, flicking the blankets back and swinging his legs out of the bed.

I move the blankets off myself and get out of the bed as well; looking round his room I try and think of what I can wear today. Finally deciding on the singlet with a giant purple weed leaf and my other pair of cupcake shorts I dress quickly before going to the kitchen to start sorting out food for the natives, without the oven to use I'm limited to stove top but they still end up with French toast stuffed with caramelised apples and brown sugar and bacon on the side.

By the time the delivery truck backs into the driveway at 10:10 the garage door is open, the kitchen is tidy and the path between where they are going to be unloading and where the appliances to be installed are is clear, the fridge only had beer and milk, the beer has been put in the sink and the milk had been drunk after breakfast.

Happy and Jax are both somewhere down the other end of the house so I shove my feet into the bright purple sandals I'd brought down to the kitchen and I walk outside to let the delivery guys know where everything is going, well that's what I intended on doing. As soon as the pair of men caught sight of me they seemed to forget they had a job to do, suddenly all they wanted to do was talk and one-up each other.

After standing there for several minutes pretending like I was listening I was exceptionally grateful to hear a pair of boots behind me, not caring which one of my leather clad saviours it was I quickly grab the clipboard off dumbass A, sign it and noted that order had helpfully been split into 2, the parts to go inside and the parts to remain in their boxes in the garage, passing it back I turn and start to walk back inside. A wolf whistle makes Happy's glare fix on the 2 men standing in the driveway and the words 'look at that ass' drift to my ears. Rolling my eyes I continue inside and ignore the cavemen sent to deliver my idea of Christmas wrapped in stainless steel.

Jax comes into the kitchen to double check that everything's going okay and from where I'm sitting at the dining room table I hear dumbass B comment to dumbass A, "Wonder if she does both at once and how we get on that list."

There's a massive crash from the garage and I wonder briefly what it is when the answer comes through the door in the form of Happy who glares at the pair of endangered people unloading white ware before he steps over to me and crouches down, "Sorry but I owe you a microwave."

My eyebrows rise and I just wait, sure enough an explanation follows. "I may have been moving the box with your microwave in it when an idiotic comment was made, which possibly made me stick my knife into said box so hard it punctured the side of the contents of the box."

I shrug and giggle a little, "No worries Hap, not like I'll need it for a while, I'll ring Home Depot and get another one sent...with a different delivery person."

Happy nods, "That would be a good idea. Make sure your displeasure is well known too."

"Oh, I intend to." Walking through the house back to Jax's room I collect the phone from where it was on charge and make a phone call to the store. After several minutes of profuse apology from the store manager a new microwave is being sent, free of charge.

Leaning against the garage door I grin at Jax and Happy who have the boxes sitting just inside the door, the delivery truck is gone and the pair of them have stripped off their kuttes and shirts, I'm not sure if it was before or after the truck left, but I don't care.

The contrast of pale skin and dark skin is quiet pleasing but I'm not an idiot so I clear my throat to let them know I'm there before I get busted for perving, "They're sending a replacement out Hap. It's going to be completely free, I explained what the team had been like and they were most apologetic. They may have to go and do some re-training in customer relations."

Jax's laugh echoes in the garage and he swings me round in a circle before putting me on my feet again. "They thought they'd be getting a tip. They almost did, a tip of something metal inserted somewhere. I'm surprised you didn't hear them leave." He tells me, his arm casually slung over my shoulder. "Now, where do you want this shit?"

"All my stuff can go up against the back wall if you guys can move it without breaking it...or yourselves. You can sort the fridge, it just needs plugging in. The electrician should be here in about 10 minutes to hook up the stove then we're good to go to the workshop."

They manage to move the huge boxes holding my appliances to the back of the garage and I see the gaping hole that's been punched clear through the top of the brand new microwave, shaking my head I put it to the side with the old fridge, it might be useful for something.

They've just finished and are, sadly, putting their shirts back on when the electrician's truck pulls in. The person that jumps out is vaguely familiar but I can't place him, not till he turns at looks at me and I spot the startling green eyes. "Matt?"

"Sorry, do I know...Sarah? Holy shit." Matt moves to step towards me but a low growling sound from Jax and slight motion from Happy has him freezing in place.

I swivel my head and look at Happy, the tense expression is still on his face, and at a glance Jax doesn't look exactly please to see the electrician after all.

I smack Jax on the arm, "Get over it, I am. What happened was 6 years ago."

I shrug out from under Jax's arm and walk back inside, motioning Matt to follow me where I show him into the kitchen and the obvious space for the new oven, with that done I leave him to get to work. Walking back into the garage I see that neither of the guys have moved, waving my hand in front of Jax's face he glares at me for a second before the expression melts off his face and he returns his arm to my shoulder, pulling me in tight he mutters, "Next time you have any deliveries put more clothes on."

I laugh at him but turn to Happy to explain Jax's reaction. "Matt was my first date, when I was 15, we went to the movies in Lodi but some of his friends crashed the night and Matt ended up drunk and passed out in the back of his car. I was too young to drive, so this one here," I gesture towards Jax, "had to come and get me to bring me home."

Jax's expression is still a little dark, the phone call at 2 in the morning probably wasn't a good one for him, he'd only just gotten together with Tara and most of his time was spent with her, and if I remember rightly he'd been with her when I rang. She'd tried to make him leave me there or get a cab back.

"Yeah, middle of the night calls was your speciality for a while." Jax comments, his arm tightening around my neck.

Wiggling a little so I can have some free space I shrug, "I was young and stupid. Can't blame me for that." I don't bother to mention I was trying to forget Jax and move on, it doesn't need to be said and I'm the only one that knows why I went so drastically off the rails for a short time.

We end up staying in the garage till Matt comes out and asks for a hand in moving the old oven out and the new one in place. Happy and Jax both go in to help him so I follow and busy myself folding all the cardboard into neatly stacked piles for the recycling. They're done in 10 minute and it only takes Matt another 5 after that before he'd done. Jax and Happy load the old appliances into the back of the truck, along with the microwave and box, no explanation is given about why it hasn't even been opened, it's not needed.

Matt drives away and I close the garage door, turning to Jax and Happy I suddenly realise I have a problem in getting to the garage, I'm still unable to get on a bike, another 3 or 4 days and it won't be so bad, it would have well and truly stopped seeping, not that it's doing much now, but the scabbing would have had a chance to form and trousers will be back on my wearable clothing list.

I'm just starting to open my mouth to question how I'm getting to the lot when an unfamiliar honk sounds outside, followed by a door closing and footsteps jogging to the front door, a few seconds later Tig appears at the door, "Your chariot awaits milady." Bowing like a butler he completely ruins the image when he tilts his head up and winks at me.

Following him to the door I see that the tow truck is parked on the road, with a white sedan on the back, one tyre completely gone and huge scuffs in the rim. "Did someone drive on that?" My voice clearly showing my amazement that anyone would be so idiotic.

Tig nods, "Tyre got slashed and the person was too scared to change it so now we've gotta fix it. So move ya ass sweet cheeks."

I salute and walk over to the tow truck, hoisting myself in the passenger's side I sit and wait, Tig says something to Jax who shakes his head in disbelief before he and Happy go to their bikes and pull out of the drive. Tig climbs into the truck so I twist in the seat, both to get more comfortable and so I can see him. "What was that about?"

Tig looks over his glasses at me, "You don't miss much do ya?"

"Nope, so what's up?"

"The cage we're haulin' in, it's Ima's." Tig sounds like he didn't really want to tell me.

I burst into laughter, "Why I am not surprised. And with no tyre left I bet you can't tell if she slashed it herself."

Tig's chuckle doesn't help me get my laughter under control and I'm still letting loose the occasional burst of laughter as we pull into the lot. The first thing I see when I look up makes the entertainment value fade away.

"Just ignore the skank." Tig's voice comes in the window beside me; I didn't even notice him parking. My gaze is locked on Ima where she's standing next to Jax dressed in something that looks like it should be a balloon. The white latex is straining to keep her surgically enhanced boobs in place and cover her ass at the same time.

I shake my head and tear my eyes away, not before I see Ima's gleeful grin when she spots me in the truck. "I'm good Tiggie."

I just down from the cab and walk towards the clubhouse, unfortunately my path takes me right past the display that Ima's trying to put on.

I'm well within ear shot when her voice carries, "You'll be at the party on Saturday, won't you Jax?"

Jax nods, "Course, wouldn't miss it." I can't help the smile that flicks across my face, I know he wouldn't miss it with the pussy on show, but also because he's been ordered there, Gemma had told me that the club's financial interest in Cara Cara had been due to Jax bringing it to the table as a way for the club to earn some serious legitimate money.

Stepping through the door to the clubhouse I'm glad when it closes behind me and shuts of Ima's irritating voice, it's especially good that it's done so before I feel like ripping her head off.

Juice is in the corner of the room doing something with a pile of cords and I have a sudden thought so walk over. "Juice, is it possible to hook my laptop up to the sounds in here, well mainly in the kitchen?"

Juice nods, "Yep, just plug that cord over there into it." He points at a bright blue cord with a gold end so I scoop up my laptop, set it up and open a random playlist. Setting it going I grin as some old Metallica comes out the speakers and after locking the screen I head to the kitchen to start making bread.