Disclaimer: I do not own Sons of Anarchy. I do, however, own Marlowe, Nico and any other OCs that appear in the 2 Sons Universe.

A/N: Hi everyone. I'm so sorry that for the past three weeks I have once again fallen off the radar. Not only have I been battling a severe case of writer's block, but with September sneaking up on me, I was in the midst of getting my kids ready for the new school year. With the new (and final) season of Sons of Anarchy scheduled to begin today, however, I woke up pumped and ready to put this latest chapter out there.

First, however, I want to give thanks in the form of a shout out to everyone that has submitted a review, old friends as well as several new ones. Your thoughts and kind words are very much appreciated, so a big, warm thanks to Alistensrude, amanda2579, Bella Ami, blaahblaahblaah, chasing yesterday always, Cherry Darling1177, Cupcake81, DeidreLaelia, giannakylie, Grassroller, Happyforhappy, HarryPotterFreakie, HermioneandMarcus, HGRHfan35, Imafan21, JTellersOldLady, KupKakes09, Lady Ramona, LuvDavidLabrava, Micaela-Beth-Winchester, nighthawk1975, OhhKellyRose, Redkazi, Reshot readhead1985, rockinBallerina, sammiesealface, Silently Tearful, TellatrixForever, Venetiangrl92, wabi-sabi1090, Wumbuful, xxxRena, as well as to numerous reviewers who posted anonymously as "Guest"!

Again, I apologize for the delay but I'm back now, so onto the good stuff! I hope you guys have a fan, a bucket of ice or a pitcher of iced tea (preferably, the kind from Long Island) on hand as things might get a little steamy. Or on second thought, maybe y'all should just have all three on hand, just in case!

Cheers, Harlee!

P.S. Just in case you haven't caught my drift, this story is now rated "M." You've been warned!


Stockton, CA – Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Snatching the turban she had fashioned to keep her hair dry in the tub off her head, Nico hurriedly shook out her long locks, combing her fingers through them as the penthouse suite's doorbell continued to peal merrily.

"Keep your pants on, killer. I'm coming," Nico muttered under her breath as she quickly examined her face in the mirror. It was almost eleven o'clock and she had long given up hope on the sexy outlaw showing up. "Two can play at that game. Now it's his turn to wait for me."

After artfully smudging eyeliner on the rim of her lower lids, Nico started applying a light coat of lip gloss. Ultimately deciding against it, she hastily blotted her lips with a tissue, tossing it and the tube of gloss into her open make up case sitting on the vanity before making her way to the suite's entranceway.

Nico had been pretty much convinced that she had been stood up again. After sneaking out on Happy the morning after their one night together, her invitation—by way of Jury—for another Indian Hills hook up had fallen on deaf ears. Confident of her performance that night, she hadn't taken the snub personally, writing it off instead to the fickleness of bikers who had women crawling all over them.

Although running into Happy once again in Charming had not been a coincidence, Nico had been pleasantly surprised that he had seemed keen on a reunion of sorts. Had Dominic not interrupted their verbal foreplay with a family crisis, her little brother might have found himself reluctantly spending the night among outlaw bikers. Determined not to let another opportunity to vigorously sin with SAMCRO's SAA slip through her fingers once again, at the end of her meeting with Jax Teller earlier, Nico had made it a point of casually dropping the name of the Stockton hotel she was staying in.

And after keeping her waiting for hours, here was Happy at her door, impatiently leaning on the buzzer!

Coming to a stop at the door, Nico smoothed the robe over her hips. Looking down, she cursed to herself as she saw her small bare feet, their coral-tipped nails winking up at her. In her haste, she had forgotten to jump into her Louboutin heels before rushing out of the bedroom, but there was nothing she could do about it now.

Unlocking the door, Nico pulled it open and propped herself up against the doorframe as she gave Happy the eye.

"You planning on keeping my ass out here all night, Tiny?" he asked gruffly.

"Now, why would I do that when you would be of more use to me in here?" Nico asked with faux coyness before opening the door wide. "Please do come in," she invited as she made a dramatic and sweeping gesture with her Kimono-sleeved arm. Closing the door behind her, Nico leaned against it, curiously watching as Happy took in his surroundings with a raised eyebrow.

The penthouse suite boasted a sitting area, dining room, an outdoor stone terrace, and three luxurious bedrooms, each with its own en suite bathroom. The ornate foyer led out into an expansive living room filled with white leather couches, strategically placed around the room so that the Stockton skyline could be enjoyed from every angle through the floor to ceiling windows.

"Fancy digs," Happy said as he turned around.

"I like nice things," Nico replied as she confidently strode towards him.

"Then what the hell am I doing here?" Happy asked, his voice a low sexy growl.

Nico watched as he approached her like a majestic jungle cat about to pounce on its prey and moistened her suddenly dry lips. "I like naughty things too," she purred. "I was starting to wonder, however, if maybe I had been a little too subtle with my invitation, it took you long enough to show up." She petulantly cocked her head up at him, forcing Happy to tighten every muscle in his face to keep from smiling.

If she wasn't such a horny little bitch, she'd be downright pissed at me.

"I was busy."

"So I gathered," Nico muttered as Happy stepped right into her personal space.

Caught in the middle of the war between her prideful irritation and her tingling lady bits, Nico figured some comeuppance might be in order. Trailing her hand up his chest, she noted the burning in Happy's eyes as he held his breath. Since he hadn't so much as offered an apology for his tardiness, Nico reasoned with herself that he must not have a problem with being kept waiting for what she knew they both wanted. Turning on her toes, Nico headed over to the long cabinet which housed a mini-bar full of snacks and liquor.

"Wanna drink?" she offered as she reached down to open a small cabinet door to retrieve a glass.

With the deep pile of thick wall-to-wall gray carpet, Nico barely registered hearing the heavy footfalls of her visitor. She cut loose with a sudden squeal of surprise as large firm hands gripped her waist and spun her around.

"Shit, Hap! You nearly scared the crap out of me," she sputtered as she abruptly found herself hoisted on top of the bar's counter.

"I didn't come here for a drink, Tiny," he growled. "I came to fuck." Untying and pulling loose the silky belt that held her robe closed, Happy flung it over his shoulder as Nico's wide eyes watched it flutter onto the floor. The now-untethered robe parted to reveal her naked and beautiful body.


Caught off guard by the sight of Tiny in a black silk robe that caressed every sinful curve of her body, Happy's dick had hardened into granite the second she had opened the door. Actually, the moment the mafia diva had deliberately dropped the Intel regarding her whereabouts, Happy's plans for spending the night fucking the shit out of her had quickly fallen into place as his dick stood at attention and hollered, "Hell's yeah!"

Almost salivating at the memory of her awesomely tight and deliciously wet pussy, Happy had bristled at getting held back by Jax for another meeting after Juice had pulled together some information. In hindsight—and in spite of how annoyed he had been—having Jax think out loud as he and Opie listened had worked to his advantage. Not only had it kept him from looking overly eager, but judging from the spark in her eyes, being kept waiting had lit a fire in Tiny's belly. A complacent and eager-to-please croweater was always a good thing, but Happy was starting to see the attraction of a bitch that made a man work for it.

In addition to having Nico wait on his arrival, the plan had been to spend some time mining her for information. As the Sergeant-At-Arms of his Club, Happy was fiercely territorial when it came to someone rolling up on their turf with an offer too good to be true. While he had an extremely well-developed skill set when it came to identifying and eliminating outside threats, and while he was mostly convinced that Nico Torelli's interest in the Club was legit, it wouldn't hurt for him to get a few more salient facts about her plans before they got down to the business end of a really good and angry fuck.

However, in spite of having the Club's best interest at the forefront of his mind, his lizard brain had taken over, letting his dick do the talking before his mouth could get a word in edgewise. Now as he loomed over Nico, Happy grinned fiercely as she looked up at him with deep blue eyes already dilated with desire.

Small talk can fuckin' wait 'til the morning. We have some lost time to make up for, he thought as he crushed his mouth down on hers in a bruising kiss. His rough hands sliding over her smooth body, Happy impatiently shoved the robe off her shoulders, forming a pool of black silk around her on the mini-bar. Quickly unzipping his pants, Happy pulled out his hard cock, giving it a few rough strokes as he realized with only slight annoyance that he had forgotten to grab some condoms before leaving the Clubhouse.

Too fucking late now, he thought.


Any thoughts Nico had of letting Happy cool his heels before pouncing on his ass evaporated the moment he had lifted her up onto the bar. Looking into his glittering black eyes, Nico felt molten heat immediately flare up in her core, realizing with shock that she was already wet for him.

And it's a good thing too, Nico reasoned as it appeared that Happy was in something of a hurry as he hooked her knees over his forearms and pulled her towards the edge of the bar. As her robe finally slid into a heap on the floor, she couldn't stop the breathy moan that escaped her as she felt his engorged tip at her moist entrance.

Holding onto his granite hard biceps for balance, Nico braced for impact and was not disappointed as Happy pushed into her with one deliciously violent stroke. They groaned in unison as her walls clenched tight around the magnificent intrusion. Bringing his hands to her hips for leverage, Happy leaned into her and enveloped her mouth with his as he tried to set a rhythmic pace. She was too tight, however, and after several minutes of hard and fast fucking, Happy had to slow it down some or risk nutting too soon like some love struck 14-year old.

"Oh my God!" Nico was breathing heavy. "You feel so fucking good, Hap," she whispered.

It was incredible, feeling him stuffing her to capacity once again, and she knew she was already close. Desperate for release but needing the friction to get her there, Nico shifted her hips. She cried out, letting her head fall back, her clit coming into direct contact with Happy's pubic bone as he continued pumping into her. Looking down between them, Happy growled at the sight of Nico's glistening pink pussy and his rigid cock covered in her sweet-smelling juices and any remnant of self-control he had left disappeared. Holding her hips firm and not letting her move, he started viciously pounding into her.

"Oh fuck!" Nico grabbed Happy by the back of his head as he leaned into her to tug and suck on one of her nipples and then the other before bringing his mouth back to hers.

They were fucking hard—the whaap, whaap, whaap of skin slapping against skin almost drowning out Happy's expletive-filled groans and Nico's soft whimpering. His balls tightened and, knowing that he was going to come soon, Happy reached between them and rubbed her clit with his thumb. With her eyes nearly rolling to the back of her head, Happy felt her clench around him as she came at the top of her lungs.

"Fuckin' hell, Tiny!" Happy buried his face in her neck, the pull of her tight pussy as she convulsed underneath him making his legs feel like jelly. Nico wrapped her arms around Happy's neck corded by the strain as he continued pumping into her. Groaning incoherently, Happy bit into her shoulder to keep himself from crying out as he came inside her.

Except for the sound of the pair trying to catch their breaths, the room was silent as they held each other for a moment longer. Finally pulling away, Happy readjusted himself into his pants as Nico awkwardly tried to straighten up on the bar, not trusting that her legs could support her body weight if she attempted to stand up.

Running both hands over his face to wipe away the perspiration, Happy stole a glance at Nico. He thought she was beautiful before, but in the afterglow, mere moments after coming undone, she was something else. Her wide dark blue eyes were shiny and her lips were pillowy and swollen from his brutal kisses. Even though her legs were now closed, he could see the redness he had caused her inner thighs as he pounded mercilessly into her. She was too fair-skinned and delicate—or he was just that rough—as he could already see his handprints developing into bruises on her hips where he had held her down.

"Shit, Hap," Nico managed to whisper hoarsely as she tried to get her hair back into some semblance of order. "Shit," she moaned again.

Using his index finger to tip her face up to meet his, Happy grinned. She looked thoroughly and awesomely fucked and she was even more gorgeous because of it. "It's been a while since you've been taken for a ride like that, huh, Tiny?"

Try never, or at least not before I met you, she thought but was completely unwilling to admit.

"What makes you think you were all that, outlaw?" Nico replied cheekily instead as Happy fixed a stern eye on her.

"What was that? I can't hear," Happy suddenly teased. "My ears are still ringin' from all that screaming you were doin'."

Nico rolled her eyes. "All right," she groused. "Don't go getting all full of yourself now. So maybe it's been a minute . . . or two." She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly.

More like 16 long years of battery-powered only orgasms, she thought grimly. Who knew what the fuck I was missing?

"Maybe you were a bit too much for your ex," Happy contemplated out loud even though he hadn't meant to. God knows I almost blew my load before I wanted to. "A pussy like yours needs a real man taking care of it."

"Oh, and you're that man?" Nico eyed him speculatively.

With feline grace, Happy leaned into her, his teeth grabbing and nipping her lobe before growling into her ear, "Whose dick did you drench as you came harder than any bitch I've ever had before?"

He was so close that Happy could hear Nico swallow the lump in her throat. Pulling back, he noted the strange look of longing on her pretty face even though her eyes where closed.

"I'm guessing your ex was real good at leaving you feeling deprived and unsatisfied. That would sure explain why you're so good at your job as a lawyer. Were you overcompensating for what was missing from your sex life, Tiny?" Happy whispered and grinned as Nico's eyes flew open and flashed dangerously at him.

"You don't know me like that," Nico stated emphatically.

"I know all I need to know about you by the way you fuck," Happy countered.

Nico chuckled derisively. "Really? And what's that?"

So intently focused on his face, Nico was caught off guard as Happy, quick as a snake, slipped his arm around her slim waist and swept her off the bar and into his arms. "That you're in dire need of making up for lost time," he replied before taking her mouth in a deep, wet kiss that Nico felt all the way down to the tips of her painted toes.

Breaking away from her lips, Happy stooped down by the silken belt of her robe. "Pick it up, Tiny," he commanded, knowing it would come in handy for what he had in store for her. Quickly doing as she was told, Nico squealed as Happy headed in the direction of one of the bedrooms.

As great a fuck as Nico Torelli already was, Happy figured it was time for somebody to break her in and school her on what a real man is like in the bedroom.

And I'm just the dirty biker to do it too.


It was the persistent tinkling of chimes that finally pulled Happy out of a deep, exhausted sleep.

Groaning, he rolled over onto his side, enjoying the extreme comfort that the king size bed underneath offered. In search of the soft and supple curves he had spent all night re-familiarizing himself with, Happy stretched a muscled arm over the wrinkled mass of bed sheets next to him and came up empty. It took nearly half a minute for the sleep-deprived receptors in his brain to snap and crackle to life, but when they did, it finally dawned on him that he was the bed's lone occupant.

"Wh—what," Happy said groggily as the sound of tinkling chimes started once again. "Shit!" he exclaimed, coming suddenly awake. "Tiny! Move your ass and get the damn door!" he shouted raising his head off the pillow.

Only silence greeted him in return.

"What the fuck?" he said as he rolled into a sitting position and ran his hand over the slightly prickly fuzz of new growth on his shaven dome. "Hold the fuck on!" he hollered at the chimes and, flipping off the bed sheets from around his naked body, stood up and headed towards the open bedroom door. Scooping up his discarded jeans that lay stretched over the back of a chair, he made his way through the hallway. Passing the empty sitting room and then the empty formal dining area, the facts of his present situation started chasing away the fog clouding his brain.

I'm fuckin' alone in this shit, ain't I? he thought grimly as he shrugged into first one leg of his jeans and then the other.

Finally approaching the door of the suite, Happy flipped the lock, reached for the doorknob and threw the door open.

"What the fuck do you want?" he growled at the slender young man dressed in a white uniform with gleaming gold buttons and pristine gloves. He was standing in front of an ornate cart that was filled with covered dishes, the aroma of the food they concealed causing Happy's stomach to rumble in hungry anticipation.

"He—Hello, Mr. Lowman," the young porter stuttered. Confronted by Happy's fierce stare and colorfully tattooed chest and arms, he swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously up and down. "I have breakfast for you."

For a moment, Happy just stared at the servant. "I didn't order any fuckin' breakfast."

"Uh, yes, sir. I mean, no sir, but Ms. Torelli did. Shall I bring it in, sir?"

"Yeah, a'ight. And stop sir'ing me to death, will ya?" he retorted.

Standing to the side, Happy watched as the boy—barely old enough to grow more than just a few sparse whiskers above his upper lip—almost tripped over his own feet as he stepped into the room. Wheeling the cart in behind him, the porter managed to make it over to the dining area while warily stealing glances at Happy over his shoulder. Stopping at the table with two chairs set in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking downtown Stockton, he turned to face the outlaw and offered him a check presenter and a pen.

Making no move to accept it, Happy just stared menacingly at the young man.

"Uh, sir—I mean, Mr. Lowman, I just need you to sign this," the server said, managing a slight nod at the billfold in his outstretched hand.

"I ain't paying for this shit," came Happy's terse reply.

"Oh no, sir—I mean, Mr. Lowman. I just need your signature to acknowledge receipt of your room service," the boy stammered as he struggled to swallow the lump in his throat. "Everything has been paid for in advance by Ms. Torelli, including a very generous tip."

"Good 'cause I wasn't planning on tipping."

"Of course not, sir."

Snatching the pen and the black leather folder from the boy, Happy flipped it open and signed his name with a flourish, although not before noting the three-digit fee for the meal.

"Are you people shitting me? Over a hundred bucks for some fuckin' eggs and toast?"

The porter hastily took the billfold from Happy. "It seems pricey, I know, but I just work here." Quickly heading for the door, the young man stopped abruptly and reluctantly turned back. "I almost forgot." Walking over to Happy, he pulled an envelope from the breast pocket of his uniform and held it out to the biker. "Ms. Torelli asked that I deliver this to you as well. Have a nice day, sir," he said before rushing to the door and closing it behind him.

Flipping the envelope over in his hands and seeing his full name scrawled on the front somehow didn't surprise him much as Tiny was proving quite adept at figuring shit out on her own. Ripping it open, Happy pulled out a single folded sheet of heavy stock creamy white paper. Her handwriting, a flowing script, was as bold as she was.

Good morning, killer.

Sorry I had to bounce, but I had to head back to Reno bright and early. I took the liberty of ordering breakfast for you as I am sure that a man with an appetite for sex like you needs to fuel up in the morning. I ordered a bit of everything from the menu, but if you prefer something in particular, just give room service a call. The room's paid for, so enjoy. I highly recommend giving the whirlpool a try!

Ciao, Nico

"Fuck! Tiny Bitch is too good at this hit-and-run shit," Happy muttered to himself as he tossed the letter and envelope on top of the table, eyeing them with irritation.

This was the second time she had left him high and dry and wanting just a little bit more. Knowing that he would normally be grateful waking up alone after fucking some bitch all night long, the fact that he felt like a jilted lover pissed him off. Even more than Tiny not being around to blow him one more time before he hit the road. Happy growled, also annoyed with himself for not grilling Nico when he had the chance about her seemingly genuine and generous offer to help the Club.

Finally turning his attention to the cart, one after the other Happy lifted the covers off of the various dishes to reveal sunny side up eggs, waffles, crepes, muffins, sausage, bacon and ham, fresh fruit, and various other sundries, pastries, freshly-squeezed orange juice and coffee.

Sitting down, Happy poured himself a cup of black coffee from the ornate silver carafe before scooping up the sunny side eggs, and some bacon and sausage and sat down. Unfolding the Stockton News that had been tucked into the side of the cart, he wryly shook his head as he opened the paper.

"I'll give her this much. Tiny's got class," he said aloud as he sipped his coffee before taking a large bite of the eggs. "But this is the last time she's gonna get away with this shit. I fuckin' guarantee it."


A/N: Dirty Love, No Romance is the title of a song that was featured on Season 4 of SOA. It pretty much sums up the current situation between Happy Lowman and Nico Torelli, two people who are extremely attracted to one another but at the moment neither of them are thinking anything in terms of a 'relationship.' Hopefully, that will change as the story develops.

Starting this story in this way is a little bit of a departure for me, with this couple (and I use that term loosely) getting right to the nitty gritty, but as a biker outlaw Happy has never had any time for women outside of those in his own family—Amelia, Ceci and Marlowe.

On the other hand, Nico—after being in a stale marriage for sixteen years—has just been liberated. She's not at all interested in finding love—or at least that's what she believes. Right now, she enjoying the perks of being single for the first time in her life.

Stay tuned for the next chapter as Nico's family situation comes to a head and Happy is given the chance to step into the role that earned him his nickname—the Tacoma Killer. As always, reviews are love, so please send me some!

Hugs, Harlee.