******DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sons of Anarchy or anything that you recognize. I only own my OC's******
Perry woke, her arm slung across the warmth of human flesh. It felt comforting, nice even until she became fully awake realizing what that meant. She opened her eyes and rested them upon the man lying naked next to her and the colorful array of his tattooed chest. "Oh my god, how drunk was I last night?" She thought to herself as she sat up carefully hoping not to wake him as she looked around her room for her clothes, the only thing being it wasn't her room. "Oh shit." She thought to herself looking back at the man next to her, noticing that his tattoos continued to his bald head, his greying stubble off setting his handsome chiseled features. At least he was good looking, deliciously so in fact.
She carefully rose from the bed, still searching for her clothes when she spied the leg of her jeans on the floor of the adjoining bathroom. She snuck a peak around the side of the drawn blinds as she moved to the bathroom and had absolutely no idea where she was. "Jesus Christ." She thought to herself. "I've really done it this time." She muttered hoping that her phone was still in her jeans pocket as she closed the bathroom door, glancing across to the man she had obviously spent the night with to check he was still asleep. To her relief her phone was where she always kept it. She pulled it out and placed it on the counter before fetching her underwear that she saw was on the other side of the bathroom. She put them on along with her jeans before sitting on the toilet seat and dialing her best friend's number. The last thing she could remember was sitting with her at the bar when a group of bikers had walked in. She also had a vague recollection of commenting on how hot the bald headed one was. The one whose bed she had woken up in.
"Hey Pez. Where the hell are you?" Came the answer on the third ring.
"I have absolutely no fucking clue K." Perry hissed quietly down the phone.
"Holy shit babe. I know you've made a habit out of going for the bad boys lately but girl you were something else last night."
"K, I can't even remember his name let alone where I am or how I got here. The last thing I remember was them walking into the bar."
"Oh shit Pez. You were wasted. Listen I can at least help you with his name. It's Happy. The rest you're gonna have to figure out yourself."
"The heavily tattooed, sexily scary looking biker I just woke up next to is called Happy?"
"Yes that much I remember but like I said the rest you'll have to figure out. You disappeared with him some time after grinding your ass into his cock on the dancefloor and ramming your tongue halfway down his throat."
"Oh Jesus." She whispered. "I don't even remember that and I can only find half my clothes too."
Kate laughed on the other end of the line. "Sounds like you had a good night even if you don't remember any of it."
"I do have a vague recollection of what you said about the dancing and kissing."
"Well it sounds like it got a whole lot more personal than that."
"Shit. Well I guess I better go find the rest of my clothes and hope to hell I can figure out where I am and get out of here."
"Good luck. Oh and um babe you might need to rely on him to get you home. I think you're probably somewhere in Charming."
"Charming? You mean those bikers were Sons?"
"Yep."
"Oh Jesus Christ this morning just keeps getting better."
"I'll see you when you finally manage to make it home okay?" Kate laughed.
"Yeah. See ya K." Perry said hanging up the call with a sigh.
For the first time in the silence of the bathroom she noticed the throbbing in her head and the dryness and taste in her mouth. It tasted like a brewery with a slight hint of something salty. She looked around the freakishly neat bathroom and wondered if he happened to have a spare toothbrush or something. She guessed he was probably the type to make a habit out of one night stands.
She opened up the mirrored cabinet and settled for a bottle of mouth wash. Once her mouth no longer tasted like an alcoholic experiment she gingerly opened the bathroom door hoping once again not to wake him, only to find the bed empty.
"Oh geez." She muttered under her breath. "Better go face the music." She thought.
She walked out of his bedroom and down a hallway and into a large open plan kitchen lounge area, to find him in the kitchen back to her, cooking something on the stove. The sight of his low slung jeans, his tight white shirt sent shivers down her spine. She wondered if she could sneak out the front door without him noticing before she remembered she only had jeans and bra on.
"The rest of your clothes are on the sofa." He said in a deliciously raspy voice without turning around.
She remembered that voice now, whispering deliciously dirty things in her ear all night. She looked across to the sofa and saw her top, she'd forgotten how sheer it was, and her leather jacket draped neatly over the back of it. She guessed they hadn't been placed there that neatly last night. She crossed quietly to the sofa wondering how he'd known she was there and picked up her top and pulled it over her head wishing she had something a little more conservative to put on as she shrugged her jacket over it.
She took a deep breath and stepped toward the kitchen counter. He turned and placed a mug of coffee on the counter in front of her as she took a seat on one of the stools. She unconsciously bit her lip as she gazed upon the gruff features of his face once more, remembering the taste of his tongue against hers.
"You might want a couple of these too." He said placing a pack of Tylenol down next to the coffee mug.
She took the mug in her hands and sipped from it expecting something about it to be wrong, too much milk or not enough sugar. She raised her eyebrows in surprise at how perfectly to her liking it was.
"You told me last night how you take your coffee." He said with a smirk.
"Did I?" She asked sheepishly.
"Yeah. Also how you like your men. Strong, muscled and well endowed."
She nearly choked on her coffee as a bright red blush rose across her cheeks. "Wow. I must have been wasted." She said quietly. "Last night, I … I mean I'm not usually like that."
"Don't apologize. Last night was fucking amazing."
"Was it?" she asked.
"If you don't remember then I mustn't have fucked you right."
Hearing him say that and remembering back to his raspy voice whispering dirty things in her ear, and looking at him standing in front of her, his hands braced against the counter in front of her making the muscles of his shoulders and chest bulge beneath his skintight t-shirt, she remembered his hand burning a trail up her spine, his lips crushing upon hers as he pulled her top over her head and cupped her breast in his hand.
His strong embrace as he'd carried her to the bathroom while she pulled his t-shirt off over his head and ran her hands down over his rock hard pecks. How he'd slammed her against the bathroom counter and pulled her jeans and panties off in one fluid movement and undone his own belt and jeans and let them fall to the floor. How she'd tugged desperately at his boxers and thrown her head back in ecstasy as he'd slammed his cock deep within her. She closed her eyes and felt herself becoming hot and wet again at the thought of it. They'd continued in the bedroom after that. She remembered him licking her out and she guessed she'd sucked his cock judging by the lingering taste she'd had in her mouth when she woke.
She knew he'd taken her again after that, she remembered the roughness of his hands as they caressed every crevice of her body, his lips hot across her flesh, his teeth embedded in her skin, his tongue soothing over the places he'd bitten her and his cock, rock hard and deep within her.
"Nah. You definitely fucked me right." She said a pink blush remaining on her cheeks.
He gave a slight smirk at her words as he gazed upon her as she began to relax in front of him. She wasn't what he usually went for. She was brunette for a start. They were usually always blonde but her dark hair and those dancing green eyes were something else. And her hips and curves as she'd ground her ass against him, taking pleasure he could tell in feeling him harden against her. And once his lips had found her mouth he'd been drunk on her taste. They'd made their way outside and she'd made no secret that she wanted more. Hell he'd bet she'd have let him take her there and then over his bike. She'd purred in his ear about wanting to see what his cock was capable of and had suggested they go back to his place saying something about sharing a house with her friend that was still inside and not wanting her to walk in on them. She'd run her hands up under his kutte and teasingly over his skin the whole half hour ride back to Charming. It was all he could do to get her inside and resist fucking her against the side of his house.
"You want some breakfast?" He asked her.
"Yeah thanks. I guess I told you how I like my eggs?" She smirked.
"Yeah. Right after I slid out of that tight warm pussy of yours." He took immense pleasure in the lustful spark that filled those bright green eyes at his words.
"I hope you wrapped that impressively large cock of yours." She grinned lustfully.
"Yeah. I don't take chances." He said as he placed a plate in front of her and grabbed one for himself. They ate in silence.
"So you want me to take you home or give you a reminder of what my cock felt like inside you?" He asked once they were both done eating.
"Could you take me home please?" She answered she could tell disappointing him with her answer.
"Sure. You'll have to tell me your address." He said as he shrugged his kutte on and attached his wallet chain.
She nodded as she followed him out. "It's St Claire Drive in Lodi." She said as he handed her a spare helmet.
"Hop on." He said.
He felt her tense behind him as he pulled up in front of the house she pointed out as hers. As he allowed her to get off he noticed her demeanor had completely changed from the relaxed flirtatious girl who'd sat at his kitchen counter earlier. "Happy." She said almost jittery as she passed the spare helmet to him. "Last night was just one night right?"
"If you want it to be."
"Yeah. I do." She said as she cast her eyes back to the car that stood in her driveway, a black Mercedes.
"Everything alright Perry?" He asked.
"Yeah fine." She answered but he didn't miss the slight crack in her voice. "Last night was … was great but it can't happen again."
"Sure. Take care." He said with a frown, his guard going up.
"You too." She said turning and heading to the front door, pulling a key from her pocket as she did so.
He'd had plenty of one night stands before but this girl had left a mark on him and as he watched her disappear into the house in front of him he thought back upon how her mood had changed especially it seemed upon seeing the car parked in her driveway. He wondered whether he'd done the right thing in letting her go.
A/N: So I don't normally work on two pieces of writing at once but my muse just would not leave me alone last night. She danced through my head not allowing me to sleep and when I did sleep she danced through my dreams. When I sat down at my computer this morning this pretty much wrote itself. I am still working on Life As We Know It but for the moment I had to get this out of my head. This first chapter is all I currently have which again is not usually the way I work. I have an idea of where this could go so please review and let me know what you think and whether you'd like to see more.