❛ Just admirin' my girl. ❜

chapter forty seven.

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SCARLETT'S PISSED to say the least. After her little tiff with Jax, she had managed to push a ride out of Luke, as he was planning on heading to Cara Cara to speak to Cami, and conveniently he was passing St Thomas'. He'd dropped her off on the front step before leaving, thinking she'd be cooped up at the hospital for hours on end, just for her to be there for a total of ten minutes. She'd rushed to the reception desk, only to be told that it'll be a long while until Chibs is able to have any kind of visitors. Scarlett even attempted to claim she was his daughter, but nothing worked and she was sent home. Frustrated, worried and cold, Scarlett wrapped her arms around herself and walked home, not bringing herself to grab her phone and call Jax. She was being stubborn, as usual.

Much later on into the night, she slinks out of Abel's room, clicking the door shut quietly so that he doesn't wake up from the slumber she's only just managed to put him in. Neeta, the nanny, was having a hard time herself and was beyond grateful to see Scarlett as she entered through the door, looking very tired and cold, but she was still more than willing to attempt to put Abel to sleep. She had a short chat with Neeta before insisting she went home to her own family, leaving Scarlett alone with Abel and his exhausted cries. But after some milk and hearing Scarlett's soft gentle voice speak sweet nothings to him, he was out like a light, allowing Scarlett some time to rest before Jax returns home. She hadn't managed to get into their room before the blonde biker appeared at the end of the hall.

"Babe?" He calls out into the dark house.

"Shh," Scarlett hisses, causing his head to snap round to look at her. She motions towards the closed nursery door, "I've just got him down," She whispers before stepping into their room and leaving the door open for Jax.

A few moments later, he wanders in without his kutte, gun or knife and his feet are left in his white socks.  If anyone saw him now they'd see him in a completely different light.

"I thought you'd be staying at the club tonight," Scarlett confesses as she sits on the bed and shuffles back until she hits the headboard. She had honestly thought Jax would avoid contact with her until tomorrow, as seen as he dodges arguments with her like they're the plague.

"Not when I have a family to come home to," He replies, standing at the end of the bed and watching her with a small mischievous smirk.

She cocks a brow, "What are you doing?" She questions, wondering why he's unmoving near her feet.

His eyes slowly travel down her body, from her face right down to her legs, which are completely bare as the pyjama shorts she'd pulled on are ruffled up at her hips. He makes sure to hover for slightly longer over her tits, where her nipples are poking through the thin tank top she'd thrown on when she got home, "Just admirin' my girl," He answers, his tongue gliding over his bottom lip.

Scarlett usually very good at keeping herself contained and not blushing, but something about this damn man has her cheeks growing rosy in a second. She tilts her head, "Oh, yeah?"

"Mhm," He nods. He then begins to move, his torso falls and his hands come in contact with the bedsheets. His eyes fix onto hers and he slowly makes his way forward until all of his limbs are now on the bed. His hands ravel over her bare legs before grasping hold of the waistband of her shorts and tugging gently. Understanding where he's going, she lifts her hips slightly and allows him to pull the thin material down until it's just a heap on the floor, leaving her bottom half completely naked.

With his smirk beginning to grow, much like his erection, Jax curls his hands under her thighs and gently pushes her legs up, so her feet lay flat and her knees are bent at either side of his head. Wishing for some sort of contact to her whimpering core, Scarlett wiggles slightly, only making Jax smile more.

"Jackson," She drawls out.

He lowers his head, pressing a lingering kiss to the soft skin on the inside of her thigh whilst one of his hands moves up closer to her. Resting his four fingers on the flat surface just above her pussy, his thumb lowers to flick gently over her clit. Scarlett hums lowly in satisfaction, her eyelids flicking closed.

His rhythm picks up and the pressure grows heavier until the movement comes to a sudden halt. Her eyes open in confusion, and she frowns down at him.

His eyes jump to look up at her as he leans in closer and now presses a direct kiss to her throbbing clit, causing his beard to tickle at her skin. He pulls away when he notices her begin to fall back into pleasure and she glares at him in frustration, "You gon' forgive me, darlin'?" He questions with raised brows.

"Not if you don't move," She shifts her hips slightly lower and closer to his face, hinting massively that she just wants him to get on with it, needs him to get on with it.

Chuckling lowly, Jax hands move under her legs and curl around to grasp at her waist. He drags her body even closer to his face until she can feel his breath on her skin. His thumbs run smooth circles into her torso before he eventually lowers his face down completely and his tongue begins to take over. As she feels every flick and stroke of his tongue, Scarlett's hands fall to her sides and she grasps the sheets in her hands. Her back arches away from bed, pushing her pussy even further into his mouth.

"Fuck, Jax," She breathes desperately and she looks down at him, only to find him already admiring her with his eyes concentrated on her red face.

This isn't the first time Jax's eaten her out, and she's damn sure that it won't be the last. But every time he works his magic with his mouth, Scarlett begins to love him even more and suddenly every thing he's ever done to piss her off is blanked from her mind. He acts like she's the only good left on her earth, as if he needs her to fucking survive.

She moans, her head falling back onto the bed as she can no longer keep eye contact with him. She wants this to go on forever. In response, Jax hums against her and the rumble causes her eyes to roll back into her head.

"That feels—" She releases a shaky breath, not being able to form a complete sentence, "Shit, Jax, don't— don't stop."

Taking that as an incentive to go harder, Jax increases the pace and his hands glide from her waist to cup her thighs and keep her completely still so he can concentrate on her pleasure points. Her hands release the sheets and move between her legs to grasp at his gorgeous blonde hair, causing him to smirk against her core as she tugs whilst each new moan runs through her.

"Fuck, Jax," She begins to feel the tightness in her gut and she shivers as he keeps going, "That feels s-so good."

She then releases a moan that Jax knows all too well to be soon followed up by her climax, so he tightens his grip on her thighs, and quickens his tongue as he flicks it across her clit. She begins to quickly mumble incoherently but Jax can only imagine that she's cussing him out for making her feel so good when she's supposedly pissed at him.

Suddenly, she quietens and one last squealing moan releases from her lips. Her thighs tighten around his head, not allowing him to move, not that he was planning on. He sucks on her swollen clit before his tongue dances around her lips, cleaning up her cum as she quivers above him, her fingers still buried in his hair.

"Oh," She breathes, "My," She let's go of his hair and slowly parts her thighs, "God."

With the same smirk returning to his face, Jax's mouth leaves her body and he glances up at her with his pink lips glistening in the low light of the room as his tongue swipes over them. She stares down at him, almost in shock as her body and mind continue to recover.

He pampers her thighs with kisses and gradually his kisses move onto her torso, where they delicately dance around the healing cut along her stomach before he reaches the fabric of her t-shirt. Before he has a chance to do any more, her hands grasp his face and pull his head up so they are now eye to eye. He's between her legs with his hands pressed into the mattress at either side of her.

His eyes flick between hers, "You're perfect," He murmurs, laying a long kiss to her lips, "Fucking perfect."

She smiles gently, "I love you," She speaks against his mouth.

Her hands lower from his cheeks and down to the zipper of his jeans, but just as her fingertips skim the cool metal, a child's cry rattles through the house, bringing her movement to a quick halt. There's a long drawn out moment of silence as the couple wish they both had just dreamt Abel's cry, but another breaks out, causing them both to sigh.

Groaning, Jax drops his forehead to rest against hers, "My kid's a damn cockblocker."

"Guess you'll just have to wait a lil' longer," Scarlett smirks with a small chuckle, patting his erection that presses against the thick denim of his jeans, "Should I get him, or you?"

Jax moves back, his eyes flickering up and down her form, bringing her attention to the fact she has no underwear on, "I've got him," He squeezes her leg before shuffling off the bed.

"Great," She grins, watching as he leaves the bedroom, allowing her to shuffle under the warm covers and get comfortable as she waits from him to return.

She falls asleep in a minute, soon forgetting that she was ever waiting.

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SURPRISINGLY, the next day, Scarlett wakes up to find herself alone in bed and a thin crumpled piece of paper lays on her bedside table where Jax has scribbled his reasoning for disappearing; something to do with the Club, as per. Ever since Scarlett's experience in the basement, Jax has made of point of always staying by her side in the morning just in case she awoke from a nightmare and needed calming. But, as she reads his scruffy handwriting, she feels somewhat thankful that he's decided to go now because it allows her to recognise how much she's progressing on her own.

She's now able to replenish her bandage by herself and occasionally she'll even be brave enough to apply burn ointment to the scar to calm the harsh stinging. She'll always end up as a sobbing mess on the bathroom floor, but at least she's managing to do it without relying on Jax to care her for her like he has another child.

Doing her usual new motherhood morning routine of feeding Abel and just talking to him for a while before greeting at Neeta and gossiping with her about random things around Charming town. Afterwards, she turns her attention to herself and deals with her shoulder and gets ready without once looking in the mirror, as she's discovered that seeing herself in the mirror with healing scars and fading bruises makes her feel so much worse as the day continues.

An hour later, she stands on the front step of the house, staring out at the empty driveway, wishing more than anything that she had her own car, or even a bike to get places. She's been using Jax, the other guys, and occasionally Gemma, as her taxi for weeks, but now she wishes to travel somewhere by herself and is instead forced to walk. After the nightmare her father put her through, she's already felt like so much of a burden and now not having her own form of transport makes her feel even more useless.

She slides her mobile from her jeans pocket and goes to her contacts. Her thumb hovers over the name at the top of the list and as she releases a long breath she clicks on it and brings her phone to her ear as it begins to ring quietly.

"Scarlett?" Alex Moore's gentle voice speaks.

"Hey, Alex," Scarlett greets whilst her free hand fiddles with the rings decorating her fingers, "You aren't at the hospital yet, are you?"

Slightly confused, he takes a moment to reply before humming in confirmation, "I'm not. I've just sat down in the car to head to work. Why? Do you need a lift somewhere?"

"If you wouldn't mind," Scarlett sighs, "I called you because I'm planning to go to the hospital anyway to check up on Chibs. I would walk but I thought I'd just chance it and see if we're still home."

"That's fine. I'm guessing you're at Jax's," He presumes to which she mutters a small 'yes' down the line and he starts up the car, "Okay. I'll be there in five minutes."

"Thank you, Alex," She smiles before pulling the device from her ear and slapping it shut.

Just as he assured, Alex rolls up at the end of the driveway exactly five minutes later. She shuffles down onto the passenger seat, allowing her shoulders to relax once she's comfortable and the car's back moving again.

"Before you say anything," She says first as she pulls her seatbelt over her body, "I know I need my own car. I'm going to be working on it after today."

"I wasn't going to say anything," He chuckles, "I enjoy giving you a ride. It gives me someone to speak to. I like it," He flashes her a warm look.

"It just makes me feel like a burden, that's all," She huffs but as she quickly realised she may have said too much about her feelings, she brings up a separate topic, "Uh. Do you have any updates on Chibs? I'm really fucking worried about him and the receptionist yesterday said I couldn't see him."

Alex's mouth hangs slightly ajar for a moment as he contemplates bringing up her previous passing comment but knowing that she's the last person willing to talk about anything deep he nods and shifts the topic too, "He's stable but critical," He explains, his grip tightening slightly on the steering wheel, "He landed on the back of his head. Caused a subdural hematoma."

Scarlett's brows crease in worry as none of that information sounds good, "The fuck is a... hematoma?"

Alex laughs lightly, "A large blood clot," Her eyebrows furrow further as her concern grows and he rushes to calm her somewhat, "A brain bleed is severe but if it subsides it's not life threatening," He glances at her momentarily to watch as she releases a shaky breath, "All we can do now is monitor it."

She bites her lip as her mind runs through every possibility, "What if it gets any worse?"

"They'll have to go in and relieve the pressure," Alex replies.

Her eyes widen and her mouth pops open in horror, "Cut his head open?" She asks credulously.

"It won't come to that," He attempts to reassure her but she can tell from his voice that even he isn't on hundred percent sure about that.

Scarlett's head falls back against the rest and her hands move up to cover her face as she groans lowly in frustration, "Will I be able to see him?" She mumbles through her palms.

"Probably not," He answers truthfully, "Even I can't pull enough strings to get you into the critical ward just yet. He should be fine enough for visitors very soon but not just one day right after the accident."

"Argh," She drops her hands back to her lap, "Can you drop me at the Club instead then as we pass?" She requests as they roll down the street that the club opens onto, "I hate being in that hospital any longer than necessary."

"Mhm. Sure." He pulls the car to a smooth stop right in front of the open club gates.

She steps out and rounds the car, pausing right by his open window. She bends down, peering through with a grateful smile on her lips, "Thank you, Alex. Keep me updated on Chibs and call me first when he's allowed visitors."

"I will, don't worry," He nods as she spins on her heel to leave, "And I seriously really like giving you a lift. Call me whenever!"

Looking over her shoulder, she sends him a nod in understanding and watches as he pulls away from the curb, allowing her to turn back around to search for Jax's bike, only to see it nowhere in the lot. She blows air into her cheeks in annoyance as she wanders into the clubhouse, having to resort to bar maid duties as she awaits for some of her boys to return from their outings.

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this is a bit of a nothing chapter so my bad

i finished school on friday so hopefully chapters will be more frequent