CHAPTER NINETY

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"Babe why on earth is Clay out there whistling like a canary?" Jax rubs his fingers over my lower back slowly while I roll my shoulders working out the kinks that have formed from so long bending over the table.

"I have no idea sorry." Leaning down to pick up the pile of papers Jax steps closer to me and slides his arms around my waist, linking his fingers together over my stomach and pulling me backwards so my back is pressed to his chest.

"Oh, I think you know exactly what has him so cheerful, so why don't you just tell me." Jax whispers in my ear, his breath fanning across my cheek like a summer breeze.

My own breath catches in my throat as his hand slides back under the shirt I'm wearing and rests on my skin "Umm, I really don't know." My words are stuttered out and Jax's chest moves as he chuckles. "We've sorted the Sturgis trip out, bar one thing that he forgot to tell me. Hotels are booked for Reno and Salt Lake for both trips."

Jax's head drops to my shoulder and he kisses my neck softly "Hmm, when are we leaving?"

My breath is coming a little shorter as his lips caress my neck "August 1st, we'll be back the 14th. But I need to check with Gemma that she's okay having the kids for that long."

Jax's tongue slips between his lips and he runs it lightly over the pulse hammering by my collarbone, only a slight fraction of an inch separating his tongue and the blurry edge of the crow tattooed on me. "She will be over the moon to have all three kids."

"Four." I mutter between parted lips.

"Four?" Jax's breath is a little puff of air against my neck and I'd laugh at the confusion in his tone if it wasn't for the heat that's building in my body.

"Four, you forgot Doj."

Jax laughs against my ear, his mouth moving against the back of my earlobe "Can't forget your 100 pound baby."

I shake my head a tiny amount as Jax's hands start moving over my stomach and I become aware of the feeling of his front pressed as close to me as possible and the feel of leather that's pressing against my back where my shirt has lifted. I turn carefully in Jax's arms and smile when I see him back in his kutte "You're done out there then?"

Jax nods "I was done an hour ago. I've been sitting over there watching you." His head jerks towards the table just inside the door, the smoke that's curling into the air off an abandoned cigarette showing which table he means. "But I couldn't stop from coming over when you stood up, even though my shirt is long enough to be a dress when you stretched this sliver of skin peeked out and called my name." Jax's hands rest on the small patch of my back that he must have been talking about, his fingers drawing absent patterns.

I lift my arms and wrap them around his neck pulling his head down to mine, the hand holding the pile of papers relaxes and the sound of pages falling to the ground only faintly reaches my ears, Jax's lips are hard against the softness of my own, his fingertips pressing into my spine, holding me as close to him as possible.

The slamming sound of the door and a screech of a chair being dragged over the floor seeps through into my brain and I pull back enough to open my eyes and peer over Jax's shoulder. Seeing Tig sitting where Jax had been, a smoke in his hand and a grin on his mouth has me burying my face into Jax's shirt.

"Oh no, please continue. It was just getting interesting." Tig's voice is almost casual but there's an undertone of humour as he watches us.

Jax growls and lets me go turning to face Tig with a scowl. I laugh as I crouch down to pick up the scattered paperwork "Relax. We were putting on a bit of a show if you want to think about it. And it could have been worse; it could have been Clay, or your mother."

Jax drops to a crouch beside me, running his hand over my shoulder and pulls my hair out of my face before gathering up a few of the pages "Ma would have started dancing in the corner. Clay, not sure what he woulda done."

I shrug, picking up the last piece of paper from by my foot "He would have ignored us if he knew what was good for him. Now, come open your room so I can put this stuff away please."

Tig cackles from the seat he's in "Sit, stay. Good Jax."

I raise my eyebrow at him and put the papers down on the table, stalking across the room, Tig's strange eyes that aren't quiet green and not quiet blue fix on me with a sparkle as I lean over the table "You may want to consider carefully the next time you eat something I bake. I may very well fill it full of laxatives."

Tig's eyes dance with laughter and he slaps the table "Oh if it weren't for the fact you're far too much trouble I'd declare my undying love."

I turn back towards Jax and smile "There's also the fact that both Jax and Uncle Clay would kick your ass." Reaching Jax's side I pick up the papers and slide my arm around his waist "Come on baby, I'd like to go for a ride." I pull him towards the hall to the dorms, his footsteps only a second behind mine.

Tig's chuckle reaches my ears as we enter the hall "You're goin' the wrong way then."

I lean out of the door "No I'm not. Never said it was his bike I'm gonna ride."

Jax laughs and pulls me down the hallway towards his room. "Would you really make laxative laced cupcakes?"

I nod "Oh I would, and I am. I think I have some of the pills the vet gave me for Doj a while ago when he had to have an operation on his hip. The drugs that knocked him out blocked him up too. Poor puppy. But the stuff the vet gave me was like a supercharged laxative. I may just add it to some icing just for Tiggie."

Jax laughs "You really are evil." He presses a kiss to my temple "I love it." Jax unlocks his room and pushes the door open for me "You can leave that stuff in the top desk draw if you want."

I shake my head and set the papers on the dressing table just inside the door "I'm taking them home with me, I need them later."

Jax smirks at me "So you didn't need to put something in here."

I shake my head "Nope."

I barely have the word out before Jax has kicked his door closed and crossed the room to me, picking me up in one easy motion my legs wrap around his waist with a giggle. "I wasn't lying when I said I wanted to go for a ride. If Tig hasn't interrupted I'm pretty sure I would have begged you to fuck me on the pool table."

Jax's eyes narrow slightly as he mutters about killing Tig. I lean down from where I'm still above him, his arms supporting my weight. Pressing my lips to his I lick a slow line across his bottom lip waiting till his lips part slightly before sliding the tip of my tongue between them.

Jax's teeth catch the tip of my tongue, his lips closing around it as he opens his mouth properly, pushing his tongue into my mouth, there are no sounds for several minutes but the panting breaths and the occasional moan or groan that emerges from our fused mouths till I pull back with a gasp, my heart pounding in my ears.

Jax leans forward, his mouth pressing against side of my throat over my hammering pulse, his eyes flashing with a barely controlled fire as they drift closed. His lips and tongue drift from my collarbones, barely missing the healing skin, up the column of my throat to my ear where he bites down lightly on my earlobe, his teeth lightly clinking against the rings piercing my skin "I can't be soft and sweet. I can't make this full of whispered words and slow touches. All I want to do is what you promised I could. I want to fuck you against the door till you scream my name."

My face flames bright red as my blood pressure rockets through the roof and into the middle of the atmosphere. My soundless nod is all the confirmation I get before Jax sets me to my feet, not even bothering to take off our shirts it's a tangle of arms, lips, teeth and tongues as my jeans are undone and shoved down my legs, my shoes kicked off and landing in a pile still in the ends of my pants. Jax's belt and jeans are undone with quick movements, laughing through our joined lips as he pushes them down his legs, his arms going around me again and lifting me into the air, my back is against the door before I suck in a desperate gasp of air and the exhalation is a strangled moan as Jax slides his cock straight into me.

The flexing of his hips is a constant series of strong movements, his lips on my cheeks, throat, ears, shoulders and mouth in hot wet kisses while my nails dig into the soft material of his t-shirt, my hands having slid under his kutte to grab hold of something that I can actually get a good grip on. The leather sliding over my arms is slippery and would not have helped me stay in the position I'm in.

The thoughts shooting through my brain narrow to the white hot facts of the position I'm in. My back is pressed against the door, there are strands of my hair tangled over the hook just above my head snagging slightly as our hips move in a frantic rush towards the orgasm that's tightening its grip on my muscles and vocal cords. Jax nips at my earlobe sharply, his teeth barely brushing the skin, but the click just by my ear draws my attention to him as he groans deeply, an almost pained sound.

"So hot, wet, tight. Fuck." The barely breathed words in my ear send a shudder down my spine and Jax nips at my ear again, his teeth catching one of the rings that hangs from my earlobe and pulling lightly before moving enough to press a long hot kiss to my lips, lifting me up slightly changes the angle and the sudden pressure of his cock brushing right on my g-spot has me calling his name in an almost hypnotic chant.

He kisses me once more before moving his head back to the side, his lips beside my ear again "Scream." The single word cuts off as he closes his mouth around my earlobe and sucks, his tongue flicking over my earlobe.

2 strong thrusts later my head falls backwards, my earlobe pulling from his mouth as a guttural scream rips from my lungs as I cum, my pussy clamping so tight around Jax's cock that he can't move as he cums a split second after me.

Holding me up with my back still pressed against the door Jax starts laughing, his chest moving rapidly with the still gasping breaths coupled with the sounds of humour.

I arch my eyebrow "Want to share?"

Jax leans forwards and presses a hot kiss on my mouth "I love you." Another kiss "And I certainly got my scream. I don't think they heard you in Alaska."

I slap him lightly on the back as he carefully sets me on my feet. "Not my fault that my Old Man is hot as fuck and I just can't help myself." Stepping around him I head into his bathroom to clean up.

Jax laughs as he follows me a minute later "Good to know that I'm not the only one unable to keep their hands to themselves."

I lean up and kiss him quickly as I wash my hands. "Everyone better keep their hands off you."

Jax rubs the back of my neck slowly "They do Darlin', and if they don't you'll be the second to know."

I roll my eyes and I pull my underwear and jeans back on "Second and last, anyone touches you and I'll beat the shit outta them."

Jax comes out of the bathroom fixing his belt "Mmmm feisty."

I poke my tongue out at him grinning as I pull on my shoes "Feed me."

Jax salutes and opens the door "After you Mi'lady."

"You just want to watch my ass." I say over my shoulder stepping into the hall.

"Of course." Jax slaps me on the ass as he pulls the door shut behind us.