Chapter 220
Jax's Point of View
The sound of Abel and Rae squealing down the hall in the living room pulled me back into the land of the living with a start. I jolted awake and sighed when I realized I was home in my own bed. Trinity's laughter echoed down the hallway. It was taking some time to get used to being back home. Waking up to the sounds of my kids and not the sounds of metal doors opening and closing and prisoners yelling was a bit of an adjustment. Plus, I hadn't spent many days home since I got out of Stockton.
It was all a good adjustment though.
"Are you okay?" Rowan asked sweetly. I saw her staring at me from the doorway to the bathroom to my right. Her hair was wet and she was wrapped in a towel, indicating she'd just gotten a shower. My eyes fell to her bra straps sticking out from under her towel. "You keep waking up like that a lot since you got home."
"I'm fine. Promise." I smiled, relaxing back into my pillow. I wasn't sure why I kept waking up startled and tense, ready for a fight. I guess it was from the time inside. It was nothing to worry Rowan over though. She worries too much as is. "I think I'm still hungover from Vegas."
We'd rode back late last night after the wedding and party. Clay was adamant we had shit that needed our attention back at home. Apparently we'd done enough partying. Which Clay wasn't wrong but he didn't have to be a dick about it all.
Kozik and Happy were babysitting a load of guns we had ready for the Cartel at Happy's aunts house. Oswald had sold us an old outbuilding on some property he no longer used but it wasn't ready. So we had to work on getting that up and running and ready to store our guns when they came in. Deacon over saw the repairs to the clubhouse while we were gone when he got home from his chemo treatment. He'd texted and said the place was pretty much back to normal. I was still pissed Roosevelt had to come in and wreck our house like he did.
"Hey, c'mere." I called out to Rowan as I sat up, swinging my feet out over the side of the bed, wiping sleep from my eyes in the process.
Rowan looked at me and smirked, shaking her head. "Nope. No. I know what will happen if I come over there." She wagged her finger at me, smiling. I arched my eyebrows at her wanting her to go on. "I'm not coming over there because you're looking at me with that sexy smirky fuck me face and I have things that I have to do today and I can't be distracted by all of that." She gestured to my bare chest.
I couldn't help but chuckle. "Oh yeah? Like what?" My eyes grazed down over her wanting that damn towel to hit the floor.
Rowan walked a little closer, stepping into the bedroom and out of the bathroom unconsciously. "For starters, Gemma and Clay are coming over. They called a little while ago. I have to take your sister to the airport this afternoon. Plus, I have work."
I held my hand out for her to take and she rolled her eyes dramatically and took it. I quickly pulled her in and between my legs making her giggle. I undid her towel at the top and let it hit the floor. Rowan bit her bottom lip as she held my face in her hands. The palm of her hand against my cheek felt so fucking comforting. I hadn't realized it but I needed comforting after I woke up the way I did. She had on a deep purple bra with lace around the cups and a pair of lace boy shorts. Lace was her favorite I've come to realize. "Wait, work? I thought you had more time off?"
I hoped she hadn't heard the hint of panic rising in my voice when I spoke. I just got home. I didn't wanna have to share her with fucking St. Thomas already.
"No. I work the night shift tonight. I told you. My schedule is out of whack because I took time off for the wedding and honeymoon and then Vegas. I should go back to the day shift in a week or so." Rowan explained, running her fingers through my hair. I leaned forward and pressed my lips against her stomach; gently sliding my hands up the back of her thighs, onto her ass and then ribs. "Can't you take a few more days off." I asked, looking up at her. I was completely at her mercy.
