CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO

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In less than 5 minutes Jax is pulling out of the lot behind the wheel of the black Dodge Ram that he'd seen and even before we're at the end of the street I know it'll be making the trip back to Charming with us. The smile that spread across his face when he started the motor hasn't vanished; in fact it's gotten impossibly bigger.

Reading through the spec sheets on the truck most of it goes over my head, the price in the top corner isn't hugely expensive being less than 1/3 of what we sent over for the Viper.

The test drive Jax takes isn't long; we're back at the lot within 30 minutes and signing paperwork. Opie shakes his head at me as Jax is handed the keys "You work fast, you know that right?"

I frown "What?"

"Gem and D have been on at Jax for the last 6 months to buy a car; you managed it in less than a day."

I shrug "I guess having the cash in the bank makes a big difference, there's no concern about payments, no worries about interest and no bother about insurance." I turn to the salesman and double check that their insurance covers the 2 hour drive back to Charming and when he confirms it does I slide my arm through Jax's elbow "Well baby, guess you better take me for a ride."

Jax grins down at me and ignores the three people looking slightly stunned, leaning down he presses his lips to mine in one of the long slow kisses he seems to have learnt turn my bones to mush. When he pulls backwards it feels like my legs are wobbly and my face is flushed, a glance at the mirror behind the counter shows that I'm right in that, my face is pink and my eyes are sparkling.

Jax kisses my temple "Come on Darlin' I wanna get home so I can thank you properly."

I giggle as we follow Opie and Donna out the door, stopping in my tracks just outside the door my gaze flicks between my Nitro and Jax's brand new Ram that's sitting waiting for him. Jax laughs "You love your Nitro, but please come with me. Ope will take very good care of your car, I promise."

I shake my head "That's not what I was thinking about. I was wondering if the sounds would compete in the two."

Jax shakes his head with a frown "The Ram's a factory system, why?"

I head towards it, pulling my door open and planting a food on the running board, waiting till Donna and Opie are in my truck and only Jax is within ear shot "The vibrations of the base do interesting things to my piercings."

Jax's eyebrows shoot into his hairline and the smirk that crosses his face is anything but sweet when he leans forward and runs his fingertip over the skin of my shoulder "I guess I better get the sounds in this tweaked."

My skin flushes redder then it was but an impatient toot from behind us has Jax chuckling and walking around the truck to the driver's seat settling in as easily as he does on a bike.

Now that we're in the privacy of the car and knowing that there is no way we're going to be stopping again before we get to Charming I wiggle around a little and reach into the top of the loose singlet that I'd worn, my hand emerging a few seconds later with the flesh coloured 'chicken fillets' in my hand. Jax raises an eyebrow when I throw them into my bag with a sigh.

"They may keep you happy but they are as uncomfortable as anything when you've had them stuck to your skin for almost a whole day." I carefully pull my shirt away from my chest and rub a finger over the slightly red skin where the glue has irritated my flesh. Jax has trouble keeping his concentration fixed on the road between his glances at me out of the corner of his eye. The Nitro that was only a few car lengths in front of us when we left the car lot slowly drifts further away till it's barely a dot on the horizon. My cell phone trills from my bag and I pull it out.

"Hey D, what's up?"

As always happens with cell phones Donna's voice is a little tinny when it comes out of the earpiece "Ope wants to know what happened to you two."

I laugh "Jax is having fun playing." I figure that's a better explanation then the truth of it that Jax can't keep his eyes off my tits for long enough to keep up to the speed limit.

Donna chuckles "As long as he's playing safe." I roll my eyes knowing she can't see me "Sarah Hale, don't you roll your eyes at me; I can hear it down the phone. If you're going to christen that truck please choose somewhere secluded, and tell me that you haven't fucked where I'm sitting?"

I snort "Jax and I haven't fucked where you're sitting...yet. See you back in Charming." I snap my phone closed and tuck it back into my bag relaying the cause of my answer to Jax he smirks and puts his hand on my knee.

"Now we have this to christen too, and the Viper." The look in his eyes tells me that he'll enjoy the challenge of christening all three cars and a spark of lust shoots through me. Jax's eyes flick to my chest and the smirk becomes even more pleased. Glancing down I see why, the thought of our encounter in my Nitro has my nipples hardened to points under my singlet. A completely wicked thought streaks through my brain and I know the smile that spreads across my lips is pure evil.

Driving quietly along while I tune in some radio stations I wait till we're about 20 miles out of San Francisco before leaning as close to him as my seat belt will allow I murmur quietly "You remember that day you walked in on me?"

Jax nods once and swallows, his Adam's apple moving in his throat, reaching over I run my fingertip over it lightly "Well, I think you'd enjoy a repeat performance."

"Babe that's not fair, we're miles away from home now all I'm gonna be able to think of is you with your fingers buried in your pussy and my name on your tongue." True to statement the thought of what he saw has him shifting slightly in his seat and the crotch of his baggy jeans becoming tighter.

Loosening my seatbelt I lean the final inch and run my tongue over the shell of his ear "Who said I'm going to make you wait till we get home."

The suddenness of our stopping on the side of the road has me very grateful that we weren't being followed too close and there was nothing in the gravelly patch where the truck is now rocking slightly with the momentum of Jax's braking. He undoes his seatbelt and gets out of the car, pacing in front of the bonnet a few times before coming around to my door and opening it. The height of the truck has my face directly at his eye level and there's a fire in the depths that reminds me of molten glass, it's twisting and turning and blazing hotter than the surface of the sun.

"Before I kiss you senseless, are you actually saying what I think you're saying?" Jax is slightly breathless and the urge to giggle is in the back of my mind. I reach down and undo the buckle of my seatbelt and turn slightly so I'm facing him more.

I barely have time to bite my lower lip and nod once before his fingers are tangled in my hair and his lips are hot against mine, the pressure of his mouth is intense, but whatever desire that was humming in my blood erupts into a full scale symphony when his tongue brushes my lip lightly. My lips part completely of their own accord, my brain has stuck out a 'back in 5 minutes' sign and the only thing anyone would see if they could look into my head is the chart of how long it takes Jax to get undressed and his cock in me igniting into flames.

The feel of Jax's hand sliding up my thighs is a little startling, his hands are cool from the steering wheel of the car and my thighs are warm under the black skirt I put on that morning. His fingers tickle trails up to my hips where they snag the top of my underwear and tug down gently, my hips shuffle on the seat when part of my brain comes back to itself. Jax slides the bright red panties down my legs and pulls them off my feet before pulling his mouth off mine slightly.

The little bubble that had formed around us is abruptly disintegrated when a truck goes past and blasts it's horn the flash of red in Jax's hand is shoved into his jeans pocket and when I start to protest he smiles that panty-dropping smile that would have made me take them off and throw them away, had he not just stolen them himself. Jax leans across me and does up my seat belt again, his breath fanning across my chest as he clicks it into place.

The way Jax walks around the front of the truck back to his door anyone would think he'd just gotten road-head but that a few simple words have caused the half-smile and spark in his eyes have my own lips twisting into a smile.

Jax gets back behind the wheel and looks over at me, the smile falling a little "Babe, you can't."

I raise my eyebrows "Can't what?"

"You can't get yourself off there."

"Why?"

Jax grins "Because there's too much fucken material between you and what I want to see."

I giggle and motion towards the road "Well, here's the deal then, you get to watch me get off in the car on the way back to Charming, then if you're really good I'll make it up to you when we get back home. You'll just have to keep an eye out for truck drivers who'd be able to see right in here and see what's for your eyes only."

It would almost be comical the speed that Jax pulls back onto the road, if not for the flush I know is on my cheeks and the steady pounding in my chest. About 5 miles down the road Jax checks the mirrors and glances over to look at me "The roads clear Darlin'. Nothing behind us at all."

I bite my lower lip again, the clink of the rings on one side against my teeth surprisingly loud in the confines of the cab. Shuffling in my seat a little more I undo the big pin that holds the bottom of my skirt together and one of the buckles at the top, leaving the one right by my waist done up. The material slides over my legs, the front of it pooling on the seat but the other part dropping to the side, leaving my left leg uncovered, Jax sets his hand on my knee, squeezing softly and rubbing slow circles on the inside of the joint "If you don't want to you don't have to."

I shake my head "I want to." I pull my seatbelt till I have a little slack and readjust my arms so that it's sliced across my chest and under my elbow. A little more shuffling and I'm leaning back against the door, the lock snaps down behind me as Jax hits the button to control all the doors. I blink at Jax, the movement feels slow to me but the low fire that was burning in my blood is still there, waiting something to set it back into the uncontrollable blaze that Jax seems to control.

All it ends up taking is Jax lifting his hand off my knee and running his fingertip over the pebbled nipple closest to him. My breath catches and my knees fall apart with the first stuttered breath I make.

I kick my shoes off and push them to out of the way, lifting my right leg I plant the sole of my foot against the dash in front of me, resting my elbow on top of my knee I run a slow finger over the puckered skin of my nipple, the material covered nub is sensitive enough that even through the layer of cotton my stomach clenches slightly at the pressure. Darting my gaze out the windscreen I'm relieved that there's no other vehicles in sight and carefully pull my arms through the holes in my singlet and slide it down my chest, the black material bunches under my breasts and folding over the belt but if it's uncomfortable I don't notice, Jax used the small time I was moving my top to adjust the mirror so it's aimed at me, he doesn't have to turn his head to look now, instead with a flick of his eyes he can see exactly what I'm doing.

His hand drifts back to my skin, cupping one of my breasts lightly his fingertip dances across the line of red from the glue "Don't wear them again; I don't like seeing your skin that colour, unless it's my fault." The red on the top of my breast is almost the same colour as the flush in my face. I nod silently and grab Jax's hand, setting it back on the gear stick between us, my other hand still covering my breast, brushing lightly over the tip.

"You didn't touch last time, you don't touch this time." I manage to say, my voice husky with desire. Jax makes a low sound of displeasure in his throat and his fingers clench on the steering wheel but he nods once and continues his glances between the road and the mirror.

I lift my hand off his and brush my fingertip across my nipple again; the thought of Jax watching me do this again, while in a moving car is so erotic that the simple skin on skin touch has my back twitching a little and a tiny sigh escape my lips. Jax smirks and turns the radio off "If I can't touch you I want to hear you."

I bite my lower lip and slowly pull my nipple rings with two fingers, the tip of a third barely brushing across the tightened skin. Jax lifts his free hand and pulls my lip from between my teeth with his thumb as another sigh stutters out. "I want to hear you babe."

A throaty moan works its way through my lips as my fingers continue to brush and tease my nipples, my eyes are watching Jax and I can see each time I shift slightly in my seat, sigh, gasp or moan his eyes flick to the mirror and darken a little.

I feel the moisture that's been gathering between my legs reach a breaking point and trickle down my slit, lifting my hand off my breast I flick my skirt so it falls behind my leg, the shift of material and slight adjustment in the way I'm sitting has the knee of my right leg almost at my chin and my left pressing against the centre console. Jax groans again, the view of my bare pussy square in the middle of the mirror when he looks again.

He lifts a hand off the steering wheel again and starts to reach over, by I shake my head "No." The word is painful for me to say and the harsh bob of his Adam's apple as he swallows shows it's just as hard for him to hear. I run my hand over the inside of my thigh and without any teasing push two fingers into my own velvet warmth.

My other hand continues with its slow torment of my nipples, drifting over the two, keeping my hand well clear of my tattoo, each movement of my hands has a spark of fire running through my blood. Pressing the tip of my thumb to my clit piercing a small shudder runs through me and Jax groans again "I want to touch you."

I blink open my eyes, unaware I'd even closed them and shake my head languidly. "No."

"Tease." Jax remarks with his signature smirk that normally has me agreeing to whatever he'd like.

Timing my words with the slow circles I'm rubbing over my clit I whisper "Not teasing, you get me when we get home." Jax's foot presses down a little harder on the gas and the speed rises by another few miles per hour.

I giggle but its cut off mid sound as it turns into a groan when my thumb nail catches the point of my piercing bar and flicks it. Pressing harder on my clit the fingers which are thrusting slowly in and out of me speed up till the only sounds in the car are my panting and Jax's almost whimpering breaths.

The sudden outburst of swearing from Jax doesn't catch my attention as my orgasm breaks with a suddenness I wasn't expecting, even less expected was Jax leaning across me and yanking my shirt over my chest and skirt back to cover my legs. The sound of a truck going past in the opposite direction only seconds later has him shaking his head and me blinking in surprise at him.

"Sorry Darlin' I missed it turning out of the truck stop." He looks truly upset that he missed it and I shrug slowly.

"It's okay baby. I'm sure he didn't see anything." I smile and slowly adjust myself in my seat again so I'm sitting forwards. Picking up my bag from the backseat with one hand I'm trying to work out how to open it one handed when Jax cocks his eyebrow.

"You okay?" I giggle and hold up my hand, my thumb and two fingers are wet with my own liquids and I was in search of a baby wipe to clean them.

Jax doesn't take his eyes off the road when he reaches over and grabs my hand, pulling each shiny finger into his mouth and sucking them slowly, his tongue tracing each knuckle and circling my finger before he lets go with a contented sound. "Guess that will have to do till we get home."

We're over half way home before the flush fades completely from my cheeks and chest and I gain enough muscle control to readjust my skirt and shirt, holding out my hand for the underwear in Jax's pocket he shakes his head "No way are you getting them back babe. When we get home I don't want anything to stop me from being inside you as soon as I can." I groan low in my throat at the promise his words holds and the dampened down embers of lust spark in the wake of his words.

Jax frowns a little at the distressed note in the groan and slides his fingers between mine "You okay?"

I shake my head a couple of times and squeeze his fingers "Not really, we're too far from home and I want you now."

Jax groans "Already?"

I nod, the grip on his fingers relaxing "I always want you, now even more so."

"Why?" Jax sounds curious and glances at me, there's still a faint pinkness to my cheeks which darkens a fraction.

"If I tell you you'll get a swelled head." I mutter, leaning my cheek against the cool glass of my door.

Jax looks pointedly at his lap "Too late for that."

The zip of his jeans is straining upwards, the denim pulled tight and the realisation of how painful that must be has the words coming out of my mouth before my brain fully decides to say them "You've ruined my ability to get myself off. That was nowhere near as satisfying as being with you."

Jax cocks an eyebrow as he glances at me again "Go on."

Overriding my mental filter which normally would work for me to freeze the words I'm about to say I smirk as I readjust my clothing properly "Any self-given orgasms are going to be disappointing now cause I know what it feels like when my body clenches around your cock, how a single touch from your lips fires napalm through my veins and turns my insides to ash and it's your fingers and hands that rebuild me from the inside out."

Jax looks a little stunned and I feel an embarrassment invade the corner of my brain "That has to be one of the single hottest things that anyone has ever said to me, and every single time I think I know what you're going to say you blow my brain to pieces."

I'm not sure if I should smile or not but Jax rubs his fingertips across my knuckles "The feeling is completely mutual Darlin'. There is no one on earth that will be able to compare with how perfect you are, how my entire body craves contact with yours. I never realised how complete the right person could make me feel."

Jax drives a few miles in silence before lifting my hand to his mouth and kissing my knuckles "If I could I would go back and kick myself in the ass for not recognising that you were my other half. I should have had you inked as mine when you were 16, we lost a lot of years Sarah, I'm going to make them up to you every day if I can. And if I can't then I want you to know that regardless of where I am and what I'm doing you will always be my soul mate, you've had my heart for a decade. Now I know why it hurt so much more when you left then when Tara did. And why I felt everything so much more intensely when you came back." Jax voice fades off and the last sentences are almost a whisper.