CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT

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I wake up in the morning wrapped in Jax's arms, the blankets forming a cocoon around us. It takes a second before I realise what it is that's woken me but the constant ringing and vibration from Jax's phone eventually breaks through the fog of my brain and I grab his arm, pulling it a little.

"Baby, your phone is ringing."

Jax grunts in his sleep and pulls me closer, which makes me smile and the phone stops vibrating for a second before starting again. I wiggle my way out of his embrace and get out of the bed, picking his jeans up off the floor I manage to pull the device from his pocket just as it stops ringing again.

I sigh and turn back to the bed, moving to sit on the side of it, shaking his shoulder "Baby, your phone keeps ringing."

Sure enough as I finish talking it starts ringing again, but the proximity to his ears seems to be enough for him to wake up properly. His hand emerges from under the blankets and I drop the phone into his hand, getting back to my feet and heading to the bathroom as he flicks it open.

I close the door to leave him to have his conversation in peace but his raised voice distracts me from the mission I'm facing trying to get a brush through the tangled lengths of my hair.

"What?" Jax's voice is loud and very confused, I pull the door open, looking at him as he throws the blankets off himself and moves to sit on the edge of the bed. He's silent for a few seconds and then his head swivels and he looks at me "And you rang me on a Sunday to tell me this?"

His eyebrow lifts towards his hairline and he beckons me towards him "Oh, okay. Thank you."

He snaps his phone closed and shakes his head at me as I sit down "Want to tell me why on earth my bank manager just rang me on a Sunday?"

"Oops." I say "I wasn't expecting that to happen till Monday and I thought that I'd have time to talk to you today."

"Sarah, you can't just pay off someone's mortgage and not tell them." Jax rolls his eyes and runs his hand through his hair.

"Why not?" I say, twisting on the bed and looking straight at him.

"Well, for starters, how on earth did you manage to get access to be able to?" Jax asks.

"You're not exactly up to speed when it comes to hiding information Jax. You're mortgage documents were all in the cupboard in your room. I just let Patrick know who held it and the beginning amount, your full name and date of birth. That was all the info needed. I was paying it off, not adding to it. Banks don't tend to ask questions when you're giving them money." I say quickly.

"But you paid a shit load of money on a house that you don't plan on living in." Jax shakes his head again "I just don't know that I can get my head around you doing shit like that."

I almost roll my eyes at him and wonder for a second how much he'll flip out when we have to go to San Francisco for him to meet Patrick and sign paperwork that should be ready on Wednesday, I sigh again and decide I better give the overreacting biker some prior warning so he can get over his Neanderthal reaction before then. "Well, if it makes you feel better when Juice buys the house off you, if he does, then you can put the money back into the account it came out of. However, it's not going to make a difference given your name will on the account come Wednesday, a trip and a couple of signatures."

"What?" Jax's eyebrows which had finally made it back to a normal level shoot straight back up to his hairline with the exclamation.

"Please don't make a big deal about it. I told you I was putting you on my bank accounts. I told you I was getting my will redone. I just made the phone calls to get everything put in motion and everything will be ready to be signed on Wednesday so we have to go to San Francisco, Patricks meeting us there with all the documents." I bite the inside of my mouth and wait to see what sort of reaction the bombshell gets.

Jax shakes his head "It means that much to you?"

I nod "It does. I know that you probably don't see it as being a big deal, but it is to me. The will is more important to me than anything else, but adding you to the accounts means that you have just as much ability to do the things that only lack of money was holding you back from doing. Does that make any sense?"

Jax nods and pulls me to his side, it's not till then that I realise that the entire time we've been talking I've been sitting next to him completely naked.

I giggle "I'm amazed you managed to absorb anything I said."

Jax laughs and let's go of me "It was a bit hard to concentrate, but I managed pretty well."

I nod and get to my feet, collecting clothes from the bag of my stuff just by the door and tossing them onto the bed before heading back to the bathroom and the shower I was aiming for "Thank you."

Jax looks curiously at me as I stand in the doorway "What for?"

"For not completely overreacting like I thought you would."

"It's very possible I may still overreact. But I guess we have to wait and see. Now hurry up and get in the shower or I'll never make the 11am Church Clay wants." Jax says with a pointed look at the clock which is currently reading 9am.

I salute at him and turn into the bathroom; pushing the door closed behind me I turn the shower on and wait till the room starts to fill with steam before stepping under the stream. I hear the sounds of Jax moving around in the bedroom before the door creaks a little and Jax steps into the shower enclosure with me, his arms wrapping around my waist and stepping as close as possible to me, the water cascading down hitting his head as he moves me slightly sideways.

"Thought you wanted me to hurry?" I ask turning around, his arms sliding over my wet skin.

He grins down at me, his hair plastered to his face "I did, and I thought we could conserve water and shower together."

I shake my head "And you think that will make it take less time?"

Jax chuckles and reaches for the taps, turning the water temperature up a little "Oh hell no, but I'd rather be here with you right now."

Jax's mouth lowers to mine and our wet skin slides across each other, I'm barely aware of him wrapping my arms around his neck till I'm suddenly pressed against the wall of the shower with his lips running over my neck, his tongue catching streams of water.

The sigh that escapes my mouth as he slides his cock into me has him pulling his head back and meeting my eyes with an expression that probably matches mine. The thrusting pace that he's controlling is slow and leisurely, soft sighs and lips caressing in a completely unhurried joining.

When my orgasm breaks it's not with a scream, but a deep sigh of complete contentment, Jax's mouth parts from mine as my breath coming in little bursts and with his own muffled groan his body tenses as he cums.

Hurrying through the actual acts of washing hair and bodies Jax ends up with my body wash instead of his own, muttering as I climb out of the shower he reaches for the other bottle.

Wrapping a towel around myself and one around my hair I giggle "I'm not sure how you grabbed my bottle which is white instead of the black one."

"Go get dressed and find me clothes woman!" Jax sounds irritated and I'm sure it's more that he has to wash himself again in an effort to get rid of the smell of vanilla.

I shake my head and walk back into the bedroom, pulling clothes from his draws I toss them on the bed beside mine, getting myself dried and dressed I'm blow drying my hair when Jax eventually comes out of the bathroom.

I switch off the hair-dryer and wave my hand at his clothes "Your highness."

Jax steps closer to me and drops a kiss on my forehead "That's babe, sorry for that." The jerk of his head towards the bathroom lets me know what he's talking about but a smirk crosses my face and I stand up, running a finger over his wet chest.

"Oh, don't be sorry about that, I like getting dirty, then getting clean." I kiss his lips quickly and head towards the door. "I'll go find breakfast."

Jax rolls his eyes "You know what I was apologising for. But food would be good."

"I know. Don't worry about it." Closing the door behind me I head in the direction of the kitchen and the smell of bacon and coffee.