CHAPTER NINETY
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Half way to Jax's house what I had hoped wouldn't happen does, the wind comes slicing around Jax and whips the hoodie from between us, knowing better then to let go to readjust it I lean tighter into Jax's back and put my mouth close to his helmetless ear.
"You still need to get a second helmet." I call over the wind, his nod the only acknowledgement of having heard me. Pressing myself closer to him I'm pretty sure there isn't room for a piece of paper between us when I angle my head to his ear again, "It's a bit breezy back here."
Jax's entire frame tenses when the meaning of my words obviously makes it to his brain, completely in control of the bike, and a lot more confident than I am he reaches backwards and grabs a handful of the hoodie that's puffed out behind me cause of the wind, shoving it back between us he turns his head slightly, "Better?"
It's made no difference; the bunch of material he'd grabbed was ripped free almost as soon as his hand landed back on the handlebar. I don't want him to let go of the controls again so I just nod, the motion of my head precise against his back.
I'm grateful when we pull into his driveway, sliding backwards off the seat the skin of my thighs pulls a little where it was in contact with the leather. My lower legs are freezing from the wind and even the sun beating down hasn't helped them stay warm. Handing Jax the helmet I was wearing he hangs it off the handlebars and swings his leg over the bike, he's just sliding the key into the lock when Hap pulls into the drive.
Stepping in the front door Happy attempts to point me straight towards the kitchen, but placing a hand on his cheek I let him feel how freezing my fingers are. "The only think you'd get from me at the moment is Popsicle's, I'm going to have a shower to defrost and put on clean clothes, then I'll make you cupcakes."
Happy nods and motions me towards the bathroom instead, heading straight into the living room, stepping into Jax's room I rummage through my clothes looking for something to wear, before deciding to just throw my pink spaghetti strapped dress on, after all I've got dinner at Uncle Jacobs before the wrap party.
Showering quickly enough that there's no hammering on the door for me to hurry up I'm back in the kitchen about 20 minutes after our arrival pulling out cases and ingredients. Since my arrival in Charming I have made so many batches of cupcakes that I can practically make them with my eyes closed. Popping the first tray of vanilla cupcakes I go in search of something to liven up the coffee I feel greatly in need of.
Digging through Jax's liquor cabinet I find a couple of surprises, one in the form of a bottle of orange liqueur and the other a dusty bottle of coffee liqueur, placing the Grand Marnier on the bench I decide to do an orange chocolate cupcake with the alcoholic boost to take with me tonight, even if I only take enough for Luann and the guys I'll be fulfilling my own habit of never showing up empty handed.
Pouring a decent amount of the strong coffee flavoured alcohol into the bottom of my cup I top it up with the coffee that's just finished brewing. Pouring plain coffee into two other cups I modify each of them to the way I've noticed the guys take them, Happy with far too much sugar added and Jax with milk and sugar before taking them out to the living room.
Handing the cups to the lounging bikers neither of them pays a bit of attention to me other than the customary 'thanks' they've both learnt I won't leave the room without.
Returning to the kitchen I start a little production line with myself, while one batch of cupcakes is baking I'm making the batter for the next. When the third batch goes in the first are cool enough to begin icing, the plain vanilla cupcakes getting a rich chocolate icing. Picking up two of them that are freshly iced I take them to the bikers watching some movie that's full of splattering blood and tyres squealing on dirt.
After four batches of vanilla cupcakes, each batch making an even dozen I switch to the orange chocolate ones. 3 hours after starting almost every surface in Jax's kitchen is covered with cupcakes in some state. The baked, cooled, iced or decorated vanilla ones are on the dining table while each part of the bench has a different stage of chocolate cupcakes. My twisted mind contemplated decorating the top of each of the porn studio destined cupcakes with some sort of relevant image, but the thought of covering 8 dozen cupcakes with pussies, cocks, tits and anything else I could think of made me want to vomit. Though the thought of Ima eating a cupcake decorated with an asshole made me grin before the idea was completely abandoned.
Walking through to the garage I dig through the cardboard from the appliances recently installed and find the lids from both the fridge and oven boxes which will work as trays to transfer the sugary cakey goodness from Jax's house to the studio on the outskirts of town.
Tidying up the kitchen I leave a plate of cupcakes on the bench for the bikers who will no doubt find them on their quest for beer later. Checking the clock I go down the hall to Jax's room as the sound of an engine pulling into the drive reaches my ears. Sliding my feet into my sandals I zip up the back and get back to my feet as Jax sticks his head in the door, whistling softly.
Sticking my foot out the lines and buckles on the front make a half grin form on my face, the 6 inch pencil thin stiletto heel in such a bright shade of pink it forces the smile attempting to worm its way onto my face into full stretch.
"Have I mentioned I love heels?" I say, stepping past Jax, as comfortable in the heels as I am in bare feet.
"You may have mentioned something about eleventy-twelve pairs of shoes." Jax mutters. "Miles is here."
Nodding I step into the kitchen, the clicking of the heels as I cross to the table the only noise. Picking up the small plastic container I'd put some cupcakes in I turn back to Jax. "On your bed is a bag, can you please take it to Cara Cara with you tonight? It's the clothes I'll change into later. There's a plate of cupcakes on the bench for you. There are 4 each. Donna's coming over and will collect the boxes on the table. I know how many cupcakes are in there!"
Happy chuckles as Jax nods. "Yes dear, certainly dear." He mutters sarcastically as I step towards the open door.
Poking my tongue out at Jax I turn to Happy. "There's 8 cupcakes on a plate in the kitchen. Don't let Jax have any."
"No fair!" Jax exclaims from behind me.
Shrugging my shoulders I can't hold in the giggle, "There's 4 each. Don't eat the chocolate ones on the table; they're for tonight and full of booze." I tell Happy, completely expecting him to ignore me but he nods, I guess the bribery of cupcakes works well for the man called 'Killer' by his brothers.
Stepping through the door I stand at the bottom of the three steps while Jax reminds Miles not to let me out of his site till I'm in the door at the Hale household and to wait by the door till I come back out again.
Rolling my eyes at the over protectiveness of the man it doesn't take long before the realisation hits me that those aren't Jax's orders but Clays. Jax would have gone further and made Miles come inside and sit at the table with us, even if he wasn't eating.
Settling into the front seat of Donna's car it's on the tip of my tongue to ask why he's using it, but meeting Jax's eyes he supplies the answer before I can ask the question, "Didn't want ya showing up in the tow truck or on the back of a bike."
Nodding in understanding I close the door and fasten my seatbelt while Miles hurries round the car and into the driver's seat.