CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE

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It's not a particularly comfortable night sleep for either of us, 7am I finally give up trying to sleep and get out of bed, leaving Jax snoring lightly. The carpet and paint places won't be open for at least another 2 hours so I spend a while catching up on the laundry that needs folding and the dishes that need putting away. Curling on the couch over an hour later with a cup of coffee Jax stumbles out of the bedroom wearing just his boxers and finds me sitting there reading a book quietly.

"Are you going to get dressed?" Jax asks stealing my cup from me but wincing at the lack of milk or sugar in the liquid.

I point down at my legs "I've got a skirt on."

Jax laughs as he heads into the kitchen, returning with his own cup and the pot to fill mine again. Setting it on a pile of magazines on the table he cocks his head to the side and mutters "You know exactly what I meant. We have paint and carpet to pick today. Have you got something you can wear?"

I shrug "Honestly, I don't know. No matter what I wear it's going to suffer some ink run. It has to be loose so not to rub and it can't be white so I'll have to have a search through what I have available."

Jax nods "If you can't find something just wear one of my shirts."

I point at the very top of my neck "You know I'll have to cut the neck don't you?"

He shrugs "Make sure it's not a new one then. You'll know which ones they are, you brought them after all."

I laugh "I know. You are still seriously in need of some new clothes Jackson."

Jax sets his cup on his leg and fixes his eyes on me "What?"

I pick my cup up, holding it just in front of my mouth "You heard me."

"I heard, why am I Jackson this morning?" He looks faintly hurt, or like he's trying to work out what he did wrong and the giggle that escapes my lips has him narrowing his eyes "Oh I see what's happening here. Well, Sarah Gretchen Hale, go make me breakfast."

"Ick." My distaste of my middle name has never been hidden, why on earth my parents chose such an old fashioned name I will never know. "Okay, no Jackson if you forget that I have a middle name."

Jax smiles and slides onto the couch beside me "If you make me breakfast I can deal with that, and put a top on before I remember my threat from last night."

I hop to my feet and step past him "I thought it was a promise, I do like it when you fuck me on the couch."

Jax's breath catches and he gestures me towards him with one finger "Well then Darlin', come here."

I giggle again and turn towards the kitchen "No, you wanted breakfast. It's the most important meal of the day you know?"

Jax growls and stands up stalking towards me he closes the gap in a few steps, wrapping his fingers around my upper arms I'm pulled as close to him as he can, while still leaving enough room so that my irritated skin isn't touching him. "Breakfast can wait."

Jax backs me up a few more steps till I feel the entry table behind me press into my ass. "I'm going to make you sit on this, then I'm going to make you cum, only once you've cum will I fuck you and you're not going to argue with me, are you?" Jax's eyes bore into mine, the blue deep enough this morning that I feel like I'm looking into the middle of the ocean.

Nodding wordlessly Jax slides his hands down my arms, bringing them to my waist, picking me up easily he sets me on the table that holds both our keys, my bag and his holster, the skirt I pulled on that morning slides over my skin and Jax frowns at the pink material that's blocking his hands from touching my skin. Discovering that the entire side of the skirt is split from hem to waistband he slides his hand under the material and finds an absence of underwear "You're going to get changed before we go, aren't you?"

I smile innocently "I wasn't planning on it."

Jax's fingers run over my inner thighs "I think you should. Or do I think you shouldn't."

I laugh "I think that you should shut up and fuck me like you were going to."

Jax shakes his head, his fingers sliding closer to my pussy "Demanding today?"

I nod, leaning forward so my breath brushes over his lips "You got me wound up last night then went to sleep."

Jax chuckles, his hand moving a little closer, his fingertips caressing the top of my thigh, barely brushing the point where my clit piercing is hidden inside my folds. I kiss him slowly before whispering "I thought about taking care of myself."

Jax's breath catches and he brings his other hand down to my thigh, using his fingers between my thighs to part my legs so he can stand between them "You should have woken me up."

I kiss him again, our tongues sliding together for several long temperature elevating seconds "I tried."

Jax frowns and moves his hand the last fraction of an inch, his fingertip brushing over my clit piercing once "Guess I better make it up to you."

I'm speechless as I watch him drop to his knees, his head between my knees the first touch of his lips against my knee has my eyes drifting closed and my head falling against the wall behind me.

The wet line that he runs up the inside of my thigh leaves a cool trail on my heated skin. His hands following along in their wake till his fingertips meet the soft warmth of my pussy. The single finger that slides between my lips and into me curls forwards as he sets his tongue lightly on my clit and flicks the stud gently.

The sight of him on his knees between my legs, his blonde hair tangled in my fingers and the ink on his back moving when his muscles flex. There's no further easing into it, Jax's tongue goes from the light flicking touch to pressing hard against it while his fingers rub constantly over my g-spot. In less than 2 minutes of his constant attention my leg muscles spasm and my fingers tighten in his hair.

Jax has a very self-satisfied look on his face when he gets back to his feet, the sight of his lips slick with my own juices would put some people off, but my body craves him to the point that there's an almost desperate need when I pull him towards me and press my lips to his, the taste of myself on his tongue is hot, sexy and so deliciously erotic that I groan into mouth as he bends slightly to push his boxers down his legs. His cock sliding effortlessly into me, the avoidance of touching tattoos makes the meeting of our bodies an interesting learning experience, our torso's not pressing together, and Jax carefully keeping one of his arms away from my side. The gap between us leaves him space to draw his hand between us and gently twist and tug at my nipple piercings till stars fire behind my eyelids.

Completely bypassing the crow on my chest his hand slides down my skin, his fingers brushing past my belly button to stop right over my clit again, the light pressure enough to make my back shudder and my face flush. The tightening of my muscles around Jax's cock makes him groan low in his throat but continue his rhythmic thrusting for several more movements of his hip till his head forwards forward and the rhythm disappears into erratic hard movements his breath brushing across my shoulder in hurried hot gasping breaths.

My heartbeat returns to normal slowly while Jax refuses to move at all, his forehead resting against the side of my neck, the sweat is starting to cool on my skin before Jax finally pulls back enough to see the smile on my face.