CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

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Stumbling in the door a little after 3am Donna helplessly tries to hush both Opie and Jax while I lean against the wall laughing at their decision to go play poker, the need to 'christen' Jax's table had been decided as we were leaving Caracara.

Neeta appears at the top of the stairs and plants her hands on her hips "If you lot wake up those babies I will not be getting them back to sleep."

The laughter freezes in my throat and I nod "Certainly Ma'am. Sorry Ma'am."

Donna closes the door and relocks it while Neeta snickers at me "Don't call me Ma'am."

"Sorry sir." I reply with a short giggle.

Neeta narrows her eyes and shakes her head turning around and heading back towards the guest room "Ma'am, Sir. My name's Neeta. Or she who must be feared if y'all wake those children." She mutters to herself as she walks away.

Donna ushers us all into the games room, closing the door behind us before exhaling in relief and smiling at me hugely "I really do appreciate the thought of sound proofing more now."

I grin at her wickedly "So you're getting your room soundproofed?"

Donna blushes and Opie nods enthusiastically from his position where he's already behind the bar, popping tops off two beer bottles. Donna picks up the two water bottles he sets down and passes one to me with a smirk "Okay, so I got convinced that sound proofing our room is a good idea."

Jax snickers, leaning against the bar "No details thanks D, I think we all remember what you used to be like."

Donna's face flushes bright red again while we all laugh "I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about."

Opie lifts an eyebrow as he sits down "Really, maybe I should remind you then."

Jax and I both shake our heads "Please no! I don't think my poor brain could handle hearing Donna screaming again." I mutter, leaning my head into the crook of Jax's neck.

Jax runs his hand over my back, tugging lightly at the ribbon that trails down my back "Ditto babe." Turning to his best friend he shakes his head "Plus I'm not sure that bed could stand up to whatever it was."

The laugh that comes out of Opie fills the whole room with sound and makes me glad again that the area is soundproofed. "Are we playing cards?" Opie says with a grin.

I shake my head "I'm not. There is no way I could keep track of anything at the moment."

Donna agrees with me and the guys both pout "Poker with two doesn't work." Opie says "Pool instead?"

Jax nods leading the way to the pool table where the typical trash talking starts the second the balls are racked and bets are made. Donna and I make our way to the chairs and end up curling into two of the lazy boys.

I'm not sure which one of us it is that falls asleep first but somehow among the games of pool that the guys play Donna and I both end up going to sleep in the chairs. Jax shakes me awake crouching in front of me while Opie's back blocks my view of Donna.

"Time for bed babe. We didn't realise how long we were playing." Jax says, standing up and pulling me to my feet.

Looking over at the clock I groan when the fact it's almost 5am registers to my exhausted brain. "You know Abel's going to be up in an hour?" I ask, even my own words sound slurred with how tired I am.

"I know babe. Neeta came in about half an hour ago and said she'd stay till after lunch. That's when we realised the time." Jax follows me up the stairs, chuckling as I sway from banister to wall each footstep very uncertain. Turning towards the master bedroom I giggle at Opie who's given up on Donna walking and instead he's carrying her swung over his shoulder.

Jax moves to close the door, sticking his head out "Don't break our furniture."

Opie laughs, the sound cut off as Jax closes our door. Jax turns around just as I fall face first onto the bed.

"Aren't you going to get undressed?" He asks the humour evident in his voice.

Shaking my head against the pillow he moves to the bed and pulls my shoes off my feet "Babe I'm not sure about getting this corset off you, you're gonna have to help."

Reaching behind myself I pull the ribbon at the bottom feeling the whole back loosening slightly, the hook and eyes holding it together. Rolling over with a groan I undo the three ribbons on the front sitting up I undo the tie around my neck and pull the whole thing over my shoulders and off. Blinking my eyes open I snort at Jax's expression.

"Thought you said the ribbon wouldn't make it come off?" He pouts at me.

"One of them won't, all four of them do." Falling back onto the bed I undo the buckle on the side of my skirt and kick it off, laughing when it lands on Jax's head.

Jax shakes his head, letting the skirt fall to the floor in a pile of lace and buckles. "So you lied to me?"

Shaking my head again I shuffle up the bed, shoving the blankets down with my feet "I didn't lie, I just manipulated the truth so you wouldn't try and undress me in the middle of the Caracara parking lot. You seem to have missed that I'm naked now though."

Jax grins as he sheds his kutte, hanging it on the back of the door, his button up shirt and singlet following it. He stops at the end of the bed, kicking his shoes off and unbuckling his belt. Looking back up at me he pauses "Enjoying yourself?"

I nod, my eyes drifting over his chest "I am. But feel free to continue."

Jax smirks at me, stepping backward towards the bathroom "I'll be back."

Rolling my eyes I stop myself from groaning as he closes the door behind him, instead getting off the bed and picking up his shirts, dropping them in the hamper. "Don't forget to empty your pockets." I call through the bathroom door; Jax's laugh the only reply I get.

Curling under the blankets I hear the shower start, knowing that one of the drunken porn stars had tipped whiskey over Jax's lap at one stage I'm not surprised he wants to wash away the stickiness. The facial expression when I'd threatened to rip off her arms if she tried to dry her 'accident' had been comical to everyone apart from her.

By the time the bed moves I'm right on the verge of sleep, Jax running his fingers down my spine wakes me enough to turn over and curl into his side. Pressing my fingers to his side he shudders "Fuck babe, your fingers are freezing."

I giggle, my brain waking up a little more "So I shouldn't touch anything that suffers from shrinkage."

Jax laughs, cupping his hand over mine and rubbing my fingers "Definitely not."

Wiggling my fingers against his side he shudders as the cold patches of my fingers brush against his warm skin. "Okay then, I'll keep my hands away from all delicate parts."

Jax snorts, rolling me onto my back and covering my body with his "Delicate?" Lifting his hands off mine he drags his fingertips down my arm "I'll show you delicate."

Laughing at the serious look on his face he shakes his head leaning closer to me and pressing his lips against mine, whispering "Do you think I'm joking." against my lips before he literally possesses my mouth, the force behind his kiss stealing my breath and making my heart jump into my throat.

The feeling of his hands roaming over my arms and sides starts a smouldering feeling of desire in the pit of my stomach, the caressing of his tongue against mine stokes it into low flames but when his blunt fingernail scratches over the spot on my neck where I know his name is inked the heat inside me explodes into an inferno that melts my brain. Wiggling my fingers as much as I can between our bodies the flat of my palms traces over his smooth chest till the now warmed digits are free.

Curling one of my hands around his neck I pull him closer while running my other hand down his side and around his back. Resting my palm on the tensing muscles in his back he twitches when my fingers brush his spine. Smirking against his lips I brush the very tips of my fingers against the same small indentation in his spine that makes his back twitch again. Pulling a fraction of an inch back he scowls at me before pulling my arm above my head and pinning my wrist down with his hand.

The concern in his eyes as he realises what he's done melts into liquid need when in response I lean up and nip at his bottom lip, my teeth barely missing the soft skin of his mouth. The fingers of the hand around his neck tighten pulling his mouth back to mine. It's like a burst of oxygen in my blood when he kisses me again, my eyes flutter closed but the smell of Jax completely surrounding me keeps my mind focused on him, the feel of his hand on my skin, never staying in one place for long enough for my skin to become desensitized to the feeling of his rough fingertips tracing patterns over my body.

Rolling us over again so we're on our sides we both inhale rapid gasping breaths while I shimmy around in the bed, pulling my black lace thong down my legs and flicking it towards the laundry hamper in the corner.

Jax laughs when something clatters showing I completely missed my target but stutters to a stop when deliberately ghost my fingers down his chest, brushing lightly across his nipples before following his happy trail down to his erection, his breath catches when I wrap my fingers around it and slide my hand up slowly. "Laugh again." I whisper between us, our lips brushing.

Shaking his head he lifts his hand to my shoulder and pulls me over him, my hair falling around us in a dark cloud, encasing us in our own little bubble.

Jax lifts his hand up, gathering all my hair in his hand and twisting it around till it wraps around his wrist. Using this as leverage he pulls my head closer, our lips joining heatedly again.

Feeling the heat inside my body reaching an almost critical point I manoeuvre my body till the tip of his cock slides between my lower lips, the parting of my flesh surrounding him, making him groan lightly against my lips. Grinning into our kiss I wiggle down, the hardness of his length filling me the heat surrounding him making his breath catch as I pull back with a gasp, biting my lower lip between my teeth.

Jax flexes his hips under me, my entire body moving with the small motion. Looking down at him I watch the muscles in his chest and stomach flexing, on arm relaxed down at his side while the other hand clenches around my hair, his knuckles turning white with each tightening. A thought flashes through my brain wondering if I'll ever get tired of being with him like this, the simple twitch of one of his thighs which adjusts my body over him makes me almost laugh out loud at the absurdity of it but my teeth still in my lip stop the sound before it parts my body.

Jax looks up at me with a lifted eyebrow, shaking my head at him I lean closer to his body so I can kiss him again, my mind losing itself in the feeling of his hands on my skin and his lips against my mouth.

The feeling of his hips moving, meeting each thrust of mine and our bodies forming a slick layer of sweat between our skin registers but is buried in a lower portion of my brain, most of my brain function is devoted to the feeling of my body tightening around him, the muscles clenching in a completely uncontrollable way. Each of my toes curls towards the soles of my feet while my fingers tighten, one hand gripping my pillow, the tips of the others curling over Jax's shoulder. Feeling his arm lift up and wrap around me holding me closer to his body shows that he's just as effected by our closeness as I am. The first stirrings of release start in the pit of my stomach where it feels like my body temperature has shot up by over a dozen degrees, my internal muscles tightening without my consent around him as his grip tightens around me, the strength in his arm holding me glued to his chest.

Pulling my mouth away from his I suck in the cool air from around us, while his mouth automatically fixes to my neck, the light sensation of his teeth touching my pulse sending me catapulting into a release so intense that I feel my fingernails tear through my pillowcase.

Jax's entire body stills under me as his own release follows mine. Collapsing against his chest I try not to cringe when our sweat soaked skin meets. Jax lightly kisses the top of my head while my heart rate returns to normal and we both catch our breaths.

Moving sideways the first thing I discover is the perfect tear in my pillowcase when my head hits it and my ear gets caught "Fuck." I mutter, lifting my head up and turning the pillow over.

"You okay babe?"

I start laughing "No. I ripped my pillow case."

"What?" Jax twists his head to look at me "You did what?"

Lifting my head I pull the offending pillow out and show him "I ripped my pillowcase."

Jax laughs, sticking his finger into the hole in the cotton "How did you manage that."

Shrugging I drop it back down and put my head back down "You're just that good baby. Now let me sleep."

Jax chuckles lightly, rolling onto his side and curling around me, his arm coming across my waist so he can link his fingers with mine "Sure thing Darlin'."