CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO

Website where all photos of all outfits mentioned is on my profile. Does anyone know who Juice's sponsor was? I can't find it anywhere!

"What?" Jax asks, kissing me once before stepping backwards, leaving his boxers on the floor and walking towards the bathroom.

I jump down off the table and make a note to myself to clean it thoroughly before we leave. Following him I divert to the bedroom and start to dig through clothes, completely unconcerned that I'm still just in a skirt and there's a distinct smell of Jax and sex clinging to my skin. "I've been back 5 weeks today."

Jax pokes his head out of the bathroom "Really? Only that long?"

I get to my feet tossing a pair of pants and a shirt that is hopefully loose enough onto the bed "Yep."

"You're not going to be one of those chicks that marks every date with some special event are you?" Jax asks as I join him in the bathroom.

"Nope, not at all." Tying all my hair on the very top of my head I duck into the shower, washing my skin free of sweat, saliva, cum and the smell of sex and Jax I'm out again while he's still standing at the sink. "You okay?"

Jax nods and lifts his arm the inked image of me red against his skin "5 weeks and I'm yours for the rest of my life."

I smile brightly "I've been yours since the day I met you." Running my finger over the tattoo on his chest, sliding my hand over his shoulder and tapping the one on his back "The three things that you belong to, permanently inked on your skin."

"Where you only belong to me, and our son." Jax folds his hand over my arm, a serious look coming into his eyes "You know this means you can't run, you can't leave me again."

I slide my arms around his waist, moving as close to him as I can. "Baby, I am not going anywhere. If you want to handcuff me to yourself I'm fine with that. Insert a GPS tracker in my body somewhere if you must."

Jax grins "I know you're not going anywhere. I'm just playing with ya. But the idea of handcuffs may have some merit."

I giggle and nod towards the hall "Didn't you already play with me enough? And I already own handcuffs, well gag ones anyway. Not really sure if I could use real ones."

Jax shakes his head "Never. And I wouldn't handcuff you babe, I know your deal with being restrained." Pulling back from me he gets in the shower and spends about as long in there as I did, washing the stickiness from his skin and replacing it with the smell of his body wash.

Going back into the bedroom I leave Jax with the water running over his skin.

Dressing entirely in things printed with skulls I have a little giggle at myself for coordinating myself so completely. The G-string I slide up my legs is printed with four skulls in the centre, the pants that I pull on to cover it are printed with gold skulls from my ankles to my waist. The shirt I found is a loose fitting black one printed with a giant skull made up of printed skulls. Waiting for Jax to come out of the shower I contemplate how come I have so many clothes in and hanging out of boxes, but the multiple shopping trips that I've been part of since my arrival in Charming have my wardrobe so large that I'm seriously wondering if the wardrobe in the new house will actually be big enough to house all my clothes.

Jax comes through the door behind me and goes to his own dressing table "What's on your mind?"

I smile over at him "How is it that you know when I'm thinking in depth stuff. I was wondering if I'm going to have to have a wardrobe clean out when I eventually get to unpack everything."

Jax surprises me by bursting into laughter "That wouldn't surprise me, but what would surprise me less is if you end up taking over half my side of the wardrobe."

I poke my tongue out at him "I could always turn the study into a massive wardrobe for my shoes. That would give me an excuse to buy more."

Jax shakes his head "No! Your eleventy-twelve pairs of shoes is enough. Though by now I'm sure it must be about one hundred and eleventy-twelve."

Scowling at Jax I get to my feet "Just as well I happen to know that despite your protests of me on your bike with heels on you think they are hot as fuck. That my dear is a direct quote."

I stomp out of the bedroom and down to the kitchen deliberately crashing and banging pans onto the bench before stuffing them all back in the cupboard and settling with a bowl of cereal for breakfast.

Jax comes in a few minutes later dressed and looking a little sheepish "Sorry if that upset you babe. You know I was kidding."

I nod around a mouthful of muesli and point towards the bench where there's already a bowl sitting waiting for him to add milk. Swallowing the mixture of oats, nuts and fruit I pre-emptively stop his protests "I'm doing a massive roast beef for tonight's dinner. Donna and Ope are coming over."

Jax smiles and doesn't start the protest that I could see on his lips. "What time do you want to head out?"

I shrug "Whenever we're finished eating I guess."

Jax shoves a spoonful of cereal into his mouth and goes to talk before I shake my head "No. No talking with food in your mouth, please! It's gross. Are we taking the bike or my car?"

Hurriedly chewing and swallowing Jax sets his bowl down and pours coffee into two cups "I thought your cars probably easier. It wouldn't be very comfortable for you on the bike at the moment."

I nod as he passes me one of the cups before doctoring his own with milk and sugar "Wanna turn the coffee machine off then if we're leaving soon?"

Jax rolls his eyes but flicks the switch on the wall "Do you remember the colours we talked about?"

I pull the notebook I'd had beside me closer "Yeah, I've got the list I wrote. You who thought I was silly writing it all down. We need to pick out the vinyl for the bathrooms, the carpet for upstairs and downstairs and about 6 different paint colours. And organise it being done. I really want to get the painting done before the flooring's laid, that way if there are any fuck ups it doesn't really matter."

Jax sits down beside me and glances over the list "That makes sense; if we can get all the colours picked today we can get the painters in soon, unless they're busy. Or, you know we could do it ourselves."

I shake my head "Nope. The club has done enough in terms of this house, the rest of it I think we need to get sorted. In fact, I'd like to put a blanket ban on anyone other than you and I seeing the place till it's finished and we're ready to move in."

Jax rests his head on my shoulder for a second, finishing his breakfast while he thinks "We can do that, but you're going to have the whole lot helping us move, you do know that don't you?"

I nod, my cheek brushing his hair "I know. There's all the shit in storage, your stuff, the stuff in the barn at Uncle Jacob's and the stuff we have yet to buy. But the garage has been wired in so we can store any purchases there till the house is done."

Jax rubs his fingers across the back of my neck "Calm down Sarah. Your mind is a million miles in front of you again."

"Can't help it. You done? I'm gonna go brush my teeth then I'm good to go." I smile and bounce to my feet kissing Jax's forehead before disappearing down the hall in a flurry of movement that leaves him sitting at the table with a stunned expression on his face.