Page 26 of Saint
We all head off in separate directions to go back to work or get on with whatever club business we have to get on with. I head downstairs to find my girl at the bar talking happily to Louisa and apparently making plans to go dress shopping tomorrow. Life is good. I leave her to it and head back to play pool with Smoke.
Two hours later, Jade is having trouble keeping her eyes open so I call for some take out and we head upstairs to my room. I eat and Jade picks at her food. “Not hungry or just too tired to eat?”
“Bit of both. Shoulder’s a little sore.” she says absently.
“Bed then?”
“I thought you’d never ask” she says looking exhausted “I’ll just wash up. Be there in a minute.”
She pads back out wearing only her panties – not that I’d ever call them that out loud again – and crawls into bed. I take my turn in the bathroom and stripping naked, crawl in beside her pulling her in close. This feeling of holding her in my arms is beyond anything I ever thought I’d be lucky enough to feel. She’s so soft and smooth and her delicious scent invades my space. I’ve no idea what I did to deserve her in my life but I’m not so stupid that I’m going to question why she’s here. I’m keeping her.
Jade
I wake early to find Saint wrapped around me, over the top of me, just everywhere. And he’s hot, suffocatingly hot. I start to wriggle an arm out from underneath me so I can move him and his arms clamp down even tighter. Trying again with the other arm this time, he does it again. He’s still snoring though so he can’t possibly be awake. The protective instinct is strong in this one I think sarcastically to myself as I grunt and try to move my hair from my face. His body starts to shake and this is followed by laughter, lots of laughter “Can I help you beautiful?”
“Ugh, you big oaf. Have you been awake this whole time? God, I’m suffocating under here!”
Laughing even louder, he loosens his grip and brushes my hair back for me “Sure didn’t sound like you were suffocating. You snore like a little tiny freight train.” At this point he’s in hysterics at his own antics.
“Only when I’m being squished by a bear!” I retort shaking my head and smiling “I’m only ever sleeping on top from now on.”
Before I know it, he’s flipped over and I’m laying on top of him with his morning hard on trying to work its way between my legs. “Your wish is my command” he replies still laughing.
“All right genie, I really need to go to the bathroom. Do you think you can snap your giant fingers and make that happen?”
He sits up, wraps my legs around his hips and walks me to the bathroom and actually sits me down on the toilet. “Sure can!” and he walks away closing the door behind him laughing hysterically.
“You’re a funny fucker aren’t ya!” I yell after him and smiling to myself like a silly schoolgirl. Realising how much I need to do today, I take advantage of already being in here and get straight into the shower. The water is hot and the water pressure is perfect as long as I keep my shoulder out of it. It’s hurting like a bitch this morning. Next thing I know Saint is standing at the shower door, naked of course and grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“Didn’t really think you could do this on your own did you beautiful? Let me scrub your back for you.”
“That’s all you’re scrubbing Mister. We’ve got shit to do today so we can party tonight. No time for shenanigans this morning.”
Pouting and pretending to be hurt, he kisses my neck and down to my shoulder “You sure? Not even overdue birthday shenanigans?” Spinning around to face him, I can’t keep the smile from my face.
“Did you forget? You missed your own birthday?”
“Looks like it. But you remembered! And helped me wake up happy! God I love you!”
“She loves me!” his eyes grow wide as he holds my face in his hands “Yeeha! Happy birthday to ME!”
“Whoa there, focus. My birthday, remember? Now come here and show the birthday girl just how much you like her.”
“Like you? Beautiful I think I’ve loved you since you let me type ‘Ain’t no’ into your phone. Now you come here and let me show you how much.”
Showing me took some time which almost made us both late. Breakfast was skipped as we ran out the door to the truck and took off in a shower of gravel and smoke. Saint dropped me off at the salon and went back to the Clubhouse to help set up tonight’s party.
I sat back and relaxed as my hair was washed and my head massaged. I swear I slept through the blow dry and kept my eyes closed as my lashes and brows were tinted again. Eventually I found myself back in a comfy chair, facing a mirror and feeling thrilled with the transformation. It looked just like it had last week and I was ready to party. My lashes and brows were visible again and because it’d been a shit week, James had given me a complementary full make over. I looked like a new me and felt even better – except for that pain in my shoulder – but whatever. I’ll pop a couple of Advil later. I thanked him profusely and checked on my next appointment to maintain the colour of my hair and decided on a slow walk back to the Saint’s cabin via the bar was in order.
After a quick nap, I wake to my alarm blaring and my shoulder throbbing. Today however is no day for putting up with a sore shoulder so I pop a couple more pills and set about finding my party clothes. I want to look like a million dollars tonight. If I’m going to be on Saint’s arm, I’m going to look like I deserve to be there. I spray my favourite perfume on my neck and wrists and add a little in my hair and put on my favourite black lace bra and g-string. Next come my dark denim jeans that fit like a second skin topped off with a stretchy black tank top, knee high tan high heeled boots and a matching short leather jacket. Fumbling around in my jewellery box I find my favourite dangly gold earrings and take a final look in the mirror. The colour of my hair and David’s expert make up really enhanced my eyes and I was really happy with the overall effect. I just hoped Saint would be too.
Speaking of the devil, I hear his bike pull up out front. Quickly I rush to the lounge room and perch myself on the arm of the couch, facing the door. I’m determined to put on a show. He strides up the path, across the deck and in the door where he stops dead in his tracks and lets out a low whistle. He takes my hand and stands me up, spinning me around slowly as he drags his eyes over every inch of my body. Gently running his fingers through the ends of my hair, he whistles again and just stops and stares. “Fuckin’perfect Beautiful. I love this hair. Hope you’re planning on keeping it this way. It’s like flames. Stunning, just stunning. Every inch the Queen.”
“I figured the King would like his Queen to look a little special tonight. Don’t want to make you look bad” I say winking at him.
“You could never make me look bad Jade. But tonight you make me look a million bucks. Come on, let’s go and show you off. The crew is already there and settled, prospects are still clueless and everything is ready to go.”
Block is on the gate and tells us we’re last to arrive. He locks the gate behind us and we park the truck and head inside. The clubhouse looks and smells amazing, the booze is flowing and there’s a band setting up in the back of the pool room. This is going to be some night!