Prologue
Jenna walked in through the front door of what use to be the Devil's Tribe clubhouse. It was a big day for them as the Sons came in for a patch over. She spotted the one man she'd heard so much about and was absolutely interested in at first glance. Her leather pants hugged her full hips which swayed as she made her way to the bar. Her full breasts gained the attention of most of the guys in the bar. She wore a black halter top. Her tattoos in full view of everyone.
"Hey Cherry." Jenna smiled as she approached the bar. "Hey Jenna what's up?" Cherry replied with a smile. "Not too much, thought I'd stop by. Maybe with the patch over I could convince them to prospect me." Jenna smiled with a look of hope in her eyes. "Oh come on, Jen. Why do you want that kind of life? Isn't being an old lady enough for you?" Cherry said before taking a swig of her beer. "I wish it was, Cherry. I want more and maybe I'm crazy for it." Jenna said with a sigh as she sat on the stool at the bar. "You know they don't let women in the club. None of 'em." Cherry said as she perched on the stool next to Jenna. "Yea, I know." She looked down at her glass and sighed softly. "Don't you want to be an old lady? A momma?" Cherry asked softly. "I don't know, Cherry." Was all that Jenna could muster.
She slammed the rest of her beer and made her way over to the dance floor. She moved her body to the rhythm of the music, her hips swaying as she moved. She lost herself in the music and didn't see him approach her. She gasped softly as he took her hand in his rougher one. "Oh. Hi" She smiled at him a little drunker than she thought she was. "Hi" His voice was rather gruff, but she enjoyed hearing him talk. "Did you want to dance?" She asked stepping closer to him. "Sure" He grinned at her as she began to dance in a rather seductive manner.
The two danced for what felt like hours. She leaned against him a bit out of breath. "You want a drink?" He asked as he wrapped his arms around her. "Sounds good to me, my name is Jenna." She smiled up at him as she ran her hand through her shoulder length blonde hair. The pair walked back to the bar. "You want a beer?" He asked with a slightly smile, the first sort of smile she'd seen from him all night. "Yea sounds great." Jenna grinned as she leaned against the bar. He signaled to the bartender for two beers and leaned against the bar himself. She twirled her hair a bit as she watched him.
The bartender placed two beers before them with a smile. "Thanks man." He said as he handed her a beer. She took a few big sips of her beer. "You wanna sit down?" He asked gesturing to the couch. "Yea, sure." She said taking his hand. The two moved to the black leather couch against the wall and sat down. Jenna chugged her beer in nervousness. "How long have you been with the Sons?" She asked cautiously, most women wouldn't broach the subject with any of the guys. "Oh man." He said before sipping his beer. "I've been with the Sons a long time." Jenna smiled looking down at her beer. "That's the one thing that I want more than anything. To be a part of the club." She sighed softly before taking another big swig of her beer.
He smiled at her. Not many women really wanted this kind of life. It was truly interesting to meet a woman that does. "Why would you want this life?" He asked raising an eyebrow at her. "Well, my dad was in the Devil's Tribe a long time ago and I'm an only child. I learned a lot about everything. I've always been interested in the life. The icing on the cake was my dad's death. He died by the hands of the Mayans." Jenna said before she chugged the rest of her beer. He looked down at his own beer suddenly understanding.
She looked down at her empty glass and then at him. "I'm sorry. I don't usually spill my sob stories to people." Jenna said as she set her glass on the table. "No need to be sorry." He said placing his hand over hers. "Do you know who it was of the Mayans that killed him?" Jenna looked at him, chewing her lip slightly. She nodded slowly before she lifted her shirt to show a trio of X's on her ribs. "Keeping count?" He asked with a grin. She chuckled lightly. "Yea, the first one was the guy that killed my dad." Jenna smiled, she'd never really been comfortable talking about her father and the tattoos tied to him.
"Don't feel bad for killing those sons a bitches" He said squeezing her hand. "I'd have killed them too." He smiled lifting his shirt to show his abdomen. "Each smiley face represents a death" She looked at him with a smile. Jenna saw 26 smiley faces on his abdomen. Without a thought in her mind she leaned forward and kissed him. He wrapped an arm around her, grabbing a handful of her hair, pulling her closer. The world seemed to fall away as he kissed her back. Jenna placed her hand on his chest, she hadn't felt this good in so long.
Jenna broke the kiss and grinned at him. "Come with me." She said grabbing his hand and getting to her feet. He let her pull him to his feet so that he could follow her. Jenna led him to a room down the hall. She pushed open the door and stepped inside. Jenna pulled him inside the room and closed the door, locking it for privacy. She stepped back from him and pulled her halter top off over her head. She ran her hands over her black lace covered breasts, slowly sliding her hands around to her back to unlatch her bra. With a grin she sat on the edge of the bed and slid her heels off. She swayed her hips rhythmically as she unbuttoned her leather pants. He stood back and watched as she slowly slipped out of her leather pants. He hadn't felt more than just a sexual need in so long.
Something about her and her need to be patched in spoke to him. He smiled leaning against the door watching her dance as she slipped out of the rest of her clothing. She approached him with a sexy smile on her face. Jenna slid her hands under his cut and pushed it off his shoulders, taking it in her hands she laid it on the desk chair near her. She leaned in and kissed him, sliding her hands under his shirt. Jenna broke the kiss long enough to pull his t-shirt over his head, running her hands over his chest.
He kissed her, pulling her bare body against his. His hands around her waist, touching her; caressing her. He nibbled her neck as he slid his hands down her waist to her firm, round butt. Jenna slid her hands down to the waist band of his jeans. She slid to her knees as his jeans reached the floor. Jenna grinned up at him before flicking her tongue over his tip. His breath caught in his throat as she slowly brought him into her mouth.
He groaned in pleasure, grabbing two hands full of her long blonde hair. She felt him grow harder still as she took him in and out of her mouth. He groaned as he pulled her closer, thrusting forward. Jenna brought him close to the edge before walking over to the bed. He grinned following her to the bed. She turned her back to him, putting her weight on her hands and knees. Jenna rolled her hips enticingly. With that he kneeled behind her on the bed, caressing her hips and her butt. Without a second thought in mind, he plunged deep into her. Jenna moaned, pressing back against him.
The two continued for hours on end. It wasn't until the sun began to creep up that the two collapsed in exhaustion on the bed. She lay on her back breathing heavily. "Wow." She whispered as she tried to catch her breath. "I second that emotion." He said with a light chuckle. Jenna rolled onto her side, laying her head on his chest and her arm around his waist. Just as the two began to drift off to sleep a hard knock shook them both back into a fully awakened state. "Hey, Hap. We got company on the way. Get it together." A male voice called through the door. She looked at him with a smile, realization on her face. He kissed her one more time. "I'll be back." Happy let his hand linger on her cheek for just a moment before he got up to dress and deal with the situation at hand.