Chapter 205
Jax's Point of View
Candlelight flickered in the room, casting shadows against the walls. The only sounds that could be heard were mine and Rowan's light breathing and the chorus of nightlife outside the window.
"You should try and get some sleep."
My lips were pressed against Rowan's forehead. Her head resting on my shoulder. Her naked body pressed against mine like glue; thigh resting over my leg. There was nothing like being this connected to someone; this wrapped up in them. I raked my fingers up and down her bare back gently, soothing her, feeling the ridges of her spine beneath the skin. We were lying at the top of the bed now, twisted and entangled with one another under the covers, well spent from the kickoff to our honeymoon. And I do mean kickoff because I was nowhere near done with her. If I had my way we wouldn't be leaving this bed at all for the next three days.
"I'm not tired." Rowan yawned against my neck. Her hand was resting on the side of my neck, holding me close. "I'm still wide awake." She lied and I smirked. I could hear the sleepiness in her voice.
Turning my head, I gazed down at her and sure enough she had a sleepy little grin on her face that looked fucking adorable. My lips found hers. Rowan ran her hand down my chest, nails digging in ever so slightly over every curve and contour.
"You've had a long eventful day." I smirked at her. "We've got nothing but time for this." Personally, I could handle going a few more rounds in the sack, but I knew she was exhausted and didn't want to push her.
Right now, holding her was good enough for me.
"If I go to sleep then there's a chance this was all just a dream and I'll wake up tomorrow alone. I don't want to risk it." She explained. I didn't know it was possible to miss someone as much I as missed Rowan for those fourteen months. Seeing her a few times a month for a few hours wasn't enough. With her I was insatiable.
I brushed some blonde hair out of her eye and kissed her nose briskly. "I promise you, this is all real. I'm right here and I'll be right here when you wake up in the morning."
"You better be." She said, snuggling into my neck more.
I smirked, staring up at the paint peeling off the ceiling of the cabin. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you missed me, Collins."
"Haven't you heard, it's Teller now." Rowan corrected me. Rowan Teller. Jesus. Just her taking my last name is making my dick twitch with need. "And yes, I missed you. Every minute of every day. I missed you. You're my best friend and I felt like I kinda lost you for those fourteen months. It wasn't the same here without you."
Hearing how me being in prison made Rowan feel only encouraged me to follow through with my plan of leaving SAMCRO. I opened my mouth to tell her about it, but stopped myself, not wanting to make our wedding night about me and the club.
I turned my head and gazed into Rowan's blue eyes. I'd forgotten how beautiful they truly were. Golden flecks twinkled in the candle light filling the room. I ran my fingers down her jawline over her scar. Every time I saw it my heart sunk that I wasn't there to protect her from Weston. "You're my best friend too. Don't tell Opie I said that though. He gets a little jealous." Rowan playfully smacked me on the chest and nudged my nose with hers. I chuckled and caressed her arm.
"We should probably talk about some stuff..." Rowan mumbled against my cheek. She was running her fingers through my beard and goatee. I sighed. Because she was right. We did have a lot to talk about. Not quite ready to dive into the deep shit just yet I turned my head and said, "Yeah, we can talk about all the chick shit you decked my house out in. I saw it when I went to pick up my clothes for the wedding."
