Sunlight filtered through the closed mini blinds as she woke slowly. The first thing Samantha noticed was the large body wrapped tightly around her own, and the second was that both she and her companion were completely naked.
The very obviously male figure behind her shifted and his erection pressed against her ass, bringing the memories from the night before, to the front of her mind. The blonde biker, Kozik, was pressed tightly against her, and she found herself quite happy to be there. She relaxed in his arms and enjoyed the warmth of his body.
Happy, she remembered with a silent chuckle. It was Happy's bed they were in. He'd left almost as quickly as he'd joined them the night before and she found herself almost sad that he hadn't stayed for an encore. It would have been an interesting turn of events for sure. She had to admit that the softness Kozik had shown her was mind blowing though.
Kozic shifted behind her, and this time she pressed her hips back into him, causing him to moan. "Weren't we supposed to go for a ride last night? Clear my head," she teased him.
Kozik grabbed her hip to still the pressing of her hips, "I'll give you something to ride, he grumbled into her hair.
Samantha turned to Kozik and kissed his cheek, "Come on stud, take me to breakfast," she urged. "I'm starved."
Kozik groaned but rolled over and sat up, looking for his underwear. "This actually is Hap's room, I'm gonna have to go to my own room and shower before we go anywhere."
Samantha was collecting her own clothes as Koz spoke. "Why don't I go home and shower, and you can pick me up there then," she suggested as she fastened her bra behind her back.
Kozik went to respond but was interrupted when Samantha shouted, "You ripped my shirt you shithead!" He had the grace to duck his head sheepishly.
"Sorry, it just sort of happened. I can give you one of mine."
Samantha nodded and Kozik headed out the door and into the room next door, still clad in only his underwear. He came back a moment later with a black SAMCRO wife beater style shirt and handed it to her. "You can keep it since I ruined yours."
She slid the shirt over her head and tugged it into place. It fit surprisingly well, and she leaned over to kiss Koz on the cheek. "Thanks," she said. "I might like this even better than the t-shirt."
Kozik grinned at her and took a step back to check out the view. "It does look pretty good on you," he agreed.
She smirked and stepped past him to slip her feet into her flip flops, "85 Marked Tree Circle," she told him. "If I don't answer the door, there's a key under a fake dog turd to the left of the porch."
Kozik shook his head and she stepped out of the room. "You are one strange woman," he yelled down the hallway after her.
Kozik made his way to his own room to shower, thankfully finding it empty, while Samantha picked her way through the passed out sweetbutts and patches that littered the floor of the barroom. She saw Bobby passed out on a pool table, face down in a naked redhead's crotch, and Juice asleep on a couch with a naked blond draped across him. She didn't see Tig or Chibs anywhere. At least they'd apparently had the decency to take their conquests out of view of their brothers.
"God I hope they bleach this place today," she mumbled as she 'accidentally' kicked the idiot from the night before. Donut groaned, but otherwise stayed passed out on his back in the middle of the floor. She stepped over him and kept going.
Once she made it through the door and out into the parking lot, she almost hissed at the brightness. Coming from the virtually dark clubhouse and into the hot California morning was like a slap in the face. She shaded her eyes as she peered around the lot.
There were prospects picking up beer bottles and moving fire barrels back behind the shop, getting ready to open Teller-Morrow for the day. Just as Samantha reached her car, a big black SUV pulled up beside her and out stepped Clay's wife. The snooty woman completely ignored Sam, which was perfectly fine with her, and they went their separate ways. Gemma to unlock the office and Samantha to her house to shower.
Yesterday she might have considered comparing the pounding of the hot water on her achy muscles to be almost as good as sex, but it was sex that had given her the achy muscles and no shower could compare to the sex she'd had the night before. Kozik and Happy together had been hot and hard, exactly what she'd needed to release all the irritation from the evening, but Kozik alone had been something else entirely. Kozik was a brilliant lover, and she was certain she'd never had sex that made her feel so strongly in her entire life.
She didn't really date, she spent the majority of her time at the bar. When she wasn't at the bar, she was at the gym or with her good buddy Netflix. She didn't feel like she needed a man to complete her, so she hadn't really been looking for one. Kozik had sort of fallen in her lap at the bar the other day. She wasn't in a hurry to settle down. She didn't want two-point-five kids and a white picket fence. The 'American Dream' was of no interest to her. She had been thinking of getting a dog, a big burly one that could go to the bar and on runs with her.
She finished her shower and towel dried her hair before wrapping up in her towel and crossing the hall into her bedroom to get dressed. She had just slipped into her bra and underwear when she heard a motorcycle pull into her driveway. She hopped into a clean pair of jeans and pulled Kozik's SAMCRO tank top back over her head before she heard Koz knocking on the door.
She walked down the hall in her barefeet and opened the door to find Kozik looking mildly uncomfortable standing on her porch. "Come in, i'll be ready in like five minutes," she said as he followed her through the door and into the living room. "Have a seat, I just have to braid my hair and put on my sneakers."
Kozic sat on her couch and surveyed the room. A large flat screen tv was mounted on the wall across from the couch and there was a large picture window that took up most of one wall.
He was admiring the quality of the leather furniture when Samantha returned from her bedroom. She had pulled her hair back into a tight braid that laid flat against her head and had a pair of black sneakers with hot pink laces on her feet. "So where are we going," she asked him.
"For a ride," he said with a smirk.
They headed out to his bike and he handed her an extra helmet. "Strap it on, gonna take you yo my favorite breakfast place, but we gotta ride to get there."
Her curiosity overwhelmed her insatiable need to be a smartass, and she put the helmet on. Once they were both settled, Koz backed the bike out of her driveway and they took off. Before long they had put Charming far in the rearview and she could tell they were headed coastal.
She was proven right, when after a two hour ride, they pulled into a diner that backed onto the sand. "Used to stop here on runs. They have the best stuffed french toast I've ever had," Koz explained.
Samantha followed him in the diner and after briefly looking over the menu, they both ordered the stuffed french toast and bacon. They easily made small talk while they waited for their food. It came out surprisingly fast.
As it turned out, Kozik was right, it was the best stuffed french toast in the world. They ate mostly in silence and once the bill was paid, by Kozik at his insistence, they headed back to his bike and started the return to Charming.
Several weeks passed with Kozik stopping by the bar, Samantha occasionally attending SAMCRO parties, and Saturday morning breakfast dates, without incident. They hadn't labeled what was going on and neither was in a hurry to. They were enjoying what they had.
About three months into their arrangement Samantha was at the bar when she got a visit from a mildly frantic looking Tig. "Hey doll, you need to come with me," he said quietly.
When she started to ask questions Tig shook his head and gave her a look that made her call Sara over and hand her the bar keys. "Call Beth to bartend tonight. I might not be back. You're in charge."
Samantha followed Tig outside and he directed her to his bike. They rode about two miles out when Tig pulled over and turned off the bike. "Kozik's been shot. It isn't a wound Chibs can just patch up so I'm gonna drop you off with him, you're gonna call 911 and tell them that you were out with Koz when a black SUV pulled up and shot through an open window. You didn't see faces, skin color, anything other than Koz hitting the ground. Got it?"
Samantha agreed quickly, and Tig restarted the bike and they took off to an empty field on the edge of Charming. As soon as Tig stopped the bike, she jumped off and ran over to where Kozik was laid out on the ground with Chibs and Jax kneeling on either side of him. "Thank you darlin," Jax said, patting her on the shoulder as he and Chibs rose to leave with Tig.
Samantha pulled out her phone and dialed 911 as soon as the bikes were out of sight. She didn't have to fake the panic in her voice as she talked to the operator, giving directions to where they were and telling what she'd seen. Kozik's skin was pale and there was a considerable amount of blood on his shirt.
The dispatcher told her to put pressure on the wound, so she laid her phone down long enough to rip her shirt over her head and wad it up on Koz's stomach. She put the phone back up to her ear and held it with her shoulder as she pressed down on his stomach to try and slow the bleeding. Her breath caught in her throat as the pressure made him cry out in pain.
She heard the sirens in the distance and knew the ambulance was getting close, but it didn't calm her nerves. Knowing he did dangerous things and holding pressure on his bleeding gut wound were two totally different things. She wished the ambulance would hurry up
The ambulance pulled up and the EMTs rushed to Kozik's side, pushing her out of the way and discarding her shirt as they assessed him and loaded him on the stretcher. They removed his kutte and handed it to her as they rolled him onto the backboard. She followed them to the ambulance and climbed in beside him, holding the hand that they weren't busy putting an IV in. The paramedic had two bags of fluid flowing quickly in Kozik's vein and began cutting open his shirt.
The EMT driving kicked on the sirens and they rushed to Saint Thomas hospital. Once they pulled up to the ambulance bay, Samantha had a nurse toss a blanket around her shoulders and usher her to the waiting room. It was then that she realized she was shirtless, standing in only her jeans and bra, in the hospital waiting room. She went to pull her phone out of her pocket to call Tig and have him bring her one of Koz's shirts when she saw her blood stained hands.
She froze in place, her mind flashing back to the last time her hands were covered in someone else's blood. She'd held pressure on the chest wound her father had received in the car accident that had taken his life. The ambulance didn't arrive in time to save him, and her father had died in front of her.
Samantha had just started to breathe a little too quickly when a raspy voice said her name. She turned, her eyes wide with panic, and found Happy standing behind her. He was in front of her in two steps, and it only took him a moment to realize what she needed. He led her into the men's bathroom and helped her wash the blood from her arms and hands, and did his best to clean under her nails. When she was clean and dried off, he pulled his own t-shirt over his head and helped her put it on.
"Thank you," she whispered as she looked in the mirror at her pale face. Her eyes were too wide and even her lips were pale.
"It's all good little girl," Happy said gruffly, as he led her back out into the waiting room.
They waited in silence, watching the emergency room doors for someone to come out with news about Koz. Soon Jax, Tig, Chibs, and most of the rest of SAMCRO filed into the waiting room. No one asked what had happened, they all knew what happened more than she did.
Tig brought her a SAMCRO tank top in her own size, and she went to the bathroom to change. She came out of the stall to find Gemma standing there staring at her.
"You can leave now, his family's here." Gemma said rudely.
Anger quickly replaced the panic in the forefront of her mind and Samantha snapped, "I don't know who the fuck you think you are, trying to order me around, or what the fuck your problem is, but I'm not one of your pet whores that falls at your feet to do whatever you order. Go to hell Gemma." Samantha stormed out of the bathroom and gave Happy his shirt back, settling back into the spot beside him, to wait for news.
It wasn't long until a nurse in bloody scrubs came out of the back, and the entirety of the club, along with Samantha, rose to their feet. "I need a Happy Lowman, and Samantha Rossi, quickly please."