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Thank you so much for your reviews, follows and favs! I honestly didn't intend the last chapter as a cliffhanger but realized that it kind of was when the reviews started coming. Sorry about that. Anyway, I was going to publish some other stuff but didn't want to keep you waiting so here it is.
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7: Pacta Sunt Servanda
Agreements must be kept
-o0o-
Happy was on his way to Koz's room when he realized something. She'd gone to bed but it was pretty recent. Jo was always at her best when she'd just been woken up, she was calm and almost cuddly. So waiting for her to fall asleep would make it a bit easier. So if he took a beer in the bar and gave her a while, he might catch her at her best.
Even if he hadn't made any plans or prepared any speeches he knew roughly what to do. He was going to offer her a deal and the only thing he had to bargain with was those fucking divorce papers. At the same time it would show he was serious. When he and Jo made a deal it was for real and they would both stick to it. That was one of the first thing they had agreed on when it started to dawn on her that he didn't keep her around just for easy pussy.
-o0o-
Five months after Jo's twenty-fifth birthday the two of them was in his bed. Happy liked her room but he didn't like the rest of that house, or the people she lived with. He'd nagged about it for two months and finally she told him to shut up about it, stop fucking her or take her to his place. He took her to his place. It was ok since she liked clean as well. She didn't make a mess and he could have breakfast before going to the clubhouse. No fucking way would he have breakfast in that disgusting kitchen at her place.
He'd asked her how she cooked and it turned out she never did. Not even breakfast. She ate out and added that restaurants was a great place make some extra cash. As far as she was concerned, eating at a restaurant was a free meal or possibly even a good income.
He still though she was too skinny, her tits were basically her nipples, her ribs clearly visible, her mouth crooked, her nose big and she was unbelievably fucking sexy. He had even told her all that. That she wasn't his type and that in confused him.
Straddling his lap she stroke his nose with hers and gave him a big smile. "Perfection eventually gets boring, imperfections catches your eye and makes you interested." She kissed him. "It's the same with looks and personality. I'm full of flaws and you're trying to figure out what they are and how I got them."
She was right. He was a private guy but she took private to a whole new level. The only friends he'd met were the ones she lived with and he knew she had others. She had never mentioned her parents and when he asked her who'd trained her she asked him what 'Unholy Ones' meant. And they had a Mexican standoff.
At the moment she was blissfully quiet though and sleeping next to him. Curled up like a child, that's how she always slept. Trying to get warm and sometimes she moved closer during the night so he'd warm her. The only time she looked vulnerable was when she was sleeping.
"Jo," he mumbled and tickled her side, basically tapping her ribs. "I want you to come to the clubhouse with me."
"What do you need help with?" she half yawned and turned around to face him but her eyes were still closed.
"We don't. I want you to come with me as mine."
"That's a really bad idea, Hap." Her eyes flew open and she sat up and stared at him before backing out of the bed. "Why would you even want to do that?"
"They know something's up. I don't fuck the sweetbutts anymore and I haven't spent a night there in months." He sat up and pulled her back down, holding her still against his chest, nibbling on her neck. "They think I have a dirty little secret."
"I'm ok with being your dirty little secret. I'm not that big."
All in all, it was probably better if he kept her a secret, for her own safety but he still wanted the Tacoma guys to know who she was. If something happened to him he wanted someone besides Koz to know he was seeing her. Koz knew about her, how often he met her but being Koz, he kept quiet about her.
"I don't want the entire club to know but I want this charter to know. If something happens to me. So they can keep you updated."
Moving away again and leaning on one elbow she pointed between the two of them. "What does this mean?"
"What?" Jo had the strangest questions sometimes.
"You and me. What are we? If you start introducing me to people, what does that mean?"
"Depends. If I take you to the club I'll tell them you're mine."
"Yours?" She sat up and he let her. "Like your possession?"
"Yes, but it's not what you think. Means you're off limits to them and that I'll take care of you."
"I don't need anyone to take care of me, Hap." She started to get out of the bed again and this time he let her. "And for the record; every time someone's said that to me they've screwed me over."
He wished she told him more about herself, that way he could figure out why she reacted the way she did to things. Like now, what the fuck did that mean ' every time someone's said that to me they've screwed me over'?
"Baby, why are you like this?"
"Like what?"
"You don't tell me shit and when I ask stuff you do this." He got out of the bed and followed her out of the bedroom. She also quite often responded to a question by kissing him and grabbing his dick. He tended to loose track when she did that.
"It's not like you tell me shit either, I thought we both wanted it like this. I thought..."
"Thought what?" He watched her grab the clothes that were spread around the place as she moved towards the door.
"That this was sex. I... I'm not sure. Fuck!"
"Jo, get back into the bed." He took the clothes from her hands. Her comment about him not telling her shit either gave him an idea. "Jo, don't make me tie you down."
"Fine." She glared at him and walked back into the bedroom. "But I'm only doing it because I know you would tie me down."
"Good girl." He pushed her back into the bed and laid down on top of her.
He leaned down and tasted her mouth, carefully sucking her lips, licking them and playing with her tongue. When she realized that he wasn't planning on talking anymore she relaxed and he felt her move her arms around him. He didn't stop, moving her further up in the bed he sat up and pulled of the panties she put on when she tried to storm out of his apartment.
He'd met so many girls over the years who had tried to be mysterious in an attempt to peak his interest. It had never worked since, in general, they had all been dying to tell him everything and most of it had been pretty fucking boring. Jo didn't, in five months she hadn't told him shit. Nothing. Sure, they talked, but everything she told him was smoke. Nothing of any value at all.
He knew the name of all the people she was living with, her favorite ice cream (mango), favorite juice (also mango) favorite fruit (a wild guess?), that she didn't like dogs (too needy), or cats (stuck up fucking animals), never went to the movies, never watched TV, that she knew loads of things in strange areas and he'd figured that most of them was to make her a better hustler or something about history because she liked that. Basically all sorts of crap but nothing that explained anything about her. Who she was or her background.
The other tricky thing was that she was trained to be charming if she wanted to and very good at steering a conversation into a completely random topic with strange facts. She'd done that quite a few times until he figured it out and lately he stopped her by kissing her. That was a sure way to throw her off.
When she was trembling in want for him he entered her, he took it slowly, still kissing her and when he looked, her lips where swollen and cheeks red. He held and even, calm pace and when she put her leg around his hips and down the back of his thigh he held grabbed a hold of on of them and the other hand he fisted in her hair.
Picking up the pace he tried to ignore how fucking good she felt and instead he studied her, waited for the perfect moment and when she was just at the edge, her chest even starting to flare up, he stopped. Grabbed a firmer grip of her hair and laid down heavily on her with his head next to hers.
"My dad left when I was five and my mom took care of me by herself." He kissed her earlobe. "Your turn."
"W-w-what?" She turned her head and looked at him.
"I told you something, now it's your turn to tell me something about yourself."
"Are you shitting me?" she said once she managed to gather herself. "You're holding my orgasm hostage until I share some childhood trauma with you?"
"Borrowing it," he chuckled. 'Holding my orgasm hostage', she sure had a way with words. "And don't even try to lie to me."
She tried to push him away but he didn't budge, instead he kissed her neck. Finally she laid still, and when he rose a bit she turned and looked at him, glared at him, basically trying to make him disintegrate with the help of those brown eyes.
"Fine," she gritted her teeth. "I grew up in the system."
Now that, that was something about herself, something that explained her and who she was. But he wasn't going to think about that now, just save it for later. He got up on his elbows but when he reached for her mouth she turned away her head and instead he kissed her cheek.
"Thank you."
"Gonna give me that orgasm now?" she said with a sarcastic tone.
"Absolutely."
"Good luck with that."
"Is that a challenge, sexy? You know I love those."
She still wasn't looking at him so he once again leaned down, kissed her entire neck, from the ear and down to her collarbone and his way back up, underneath her chin before kissing and nibbling all the way down to the other collarbone.
There were things he wanted her to tell him, but there were other, useful, things that he could figure out by himself. And five months with a girl who didn't want to talk about herself meant a lot of fucking. Especially since her reaction to him poking was to try to turn him on. Quite successfully most of the time.
He knew everything about her body and how it reacted to him touching it. Her entire neck, from the ear down to the tip of the shoulder, from below the collarbone and back to the top of the shoulder blade was extremely sensitive, on both sides. So was the area between the adam's apple and the point between her breast. Her left nipple was much more sensitive than the right and if you scratched the inside of her thighs, especially while going down on her, she went crazy. There were other spots as well, but those where the best. If kissing didn't count, kissing made her practically melt. But he wasn't sure he'd be able to keep his tongue if he stuck it into her mouth at the moment.
While kissing, nibbling and licking all the soft spots on her side he slowly picked up the pace again. He almost laughed when he realized that she stubbornly wouldn't move. He went lower, first to the not so sensitive right nipple, and when he felt the first twitch in her thighs he moved to the left and that's when the first moan slipped out of her mouth, even if she tried to hide it.
He didn't stop and he had to give it to her, it took him longer than expected. But that didn't mean that very long, even with the very abrupt stop and the slight state of shock he'd put her, she'd still been on the very edge of coming. So when when he felt it closing in and she was still trying to fight it, he rose up to lean on one hand above her and moved the other to the inside of thigh, almost at the groin. He heard her groan, almost in protest and then he scratched.
"Oh, you motherfucker!" she yelled and he felt the first proper cramp but he wasn't done with her yet.
He grabbed both her hands and pinned them over her head, his own arms straight, hovering above her to be able see her, all over, all the way down to her crotch and his dick buried deep inside her. He looked for a second, pulled out and when she arched up, he slammed into her again and got another high pitched yell. He did it over and over again and when she wrapped her legs around his waist again and rolled back her head in and extremely intense orgasm he wondered how he could ever have thought she was anything but beautiful.
Because she was and she was his girl. And the though of that, and pleased with the fact that he'd made her come really loudly for once, he leaned down and kissed her still pretty swollen lips. And feeling her all around him and her pulsating around his hard-on meant he lost it and just a few thrusts later he came as well.
He rolled down next to her while breathing heavily. She wasn't the only who'd gotten an amazing fucking orgasm from that.
She was quiet for a while before moving up on her elbow and putting her other arm over his chest.
"I don't trust you."
He opened his eyes and tried to focus his eyes on her, still panting. "What?"
"I've never actually said that to anyone but I trust you enough to tell you that I don't trust you. And that's not a bad thing."
"Explain, babe." His brain was still mush and he wasn't sure what she meant but at least she was talking.
"I mean, I've trusted like two people in my entire life. And at least I trust you in some ways." She laid down her head on his chest.
He shook his head and laughed. "Ok, Hon'. Thank you."
She looked at him for a while longer. "Can you promise me two things?"
"What?" He moved up to lean slightly against the headboard to see her better.
"If we make a deal, always stick to your end. Always. If you don't like the deal just tell me but if you agree you better make good on it."
"I promise." He liked the idea of that as well because it went both ways. And he understood why, the comment on being screwed over and her growing up in the system meant that people probably had gone back on shit so many times. She needed to be sure he'd stick to his end of deals and he didn't have a problem with that. "If you promise me you'll tell me something if I do. We both share shit."
"Ok," she said after some hesitation. "Second thing; never hold orgasms hostage again."
"I wasn't holing it hostage, just borrowing it," he laughed and when she sat up to hit his chest he grabbed her hands. "So I'll guarantee interest. Agreed?"
She glared for a while, then he saw her lips crack into that smile that he was becoming obsessed about, before she laughed. "Ok, if it's proper interest, I'm fine with it."
-o0o-
Kozik came out from the bathroom and zipped up his pants just in time to get pushed back in by Tig. The croweater he just got a well deserved blow job from was still in there. Tig pointed towards the door and looked at her.
"Out!" He waited while she left, all the time staring at Kozik who wondered what the fuck this was about. "Hap's wife?"
Why the fuck would Jo tell Tig that? "She told you?"
"No, managed to get Hap did. Why the fuck is she sleeping in your room?"
"She's a friend. I'm not fucking her and even if you say to Hap that I am, he won't believe you." He pushed Tig to the side. "Get the fuck outta my way, you're not getting anything from me about this."
He walked back to his dorm to check on Jo and hear if she knew more about Tig and Hap. But she was already asleep. A knock on the door drove him out from the bathroom and when he opened, it was Hap.
"You told Tig?"
"He found out." Hap's uncomfortable face helped Koz to finally puzzle the pieces together and he smiled.
"What did you do, attack him when he pushed up on her?"
"Something like that. She awake?"
"No." He moved to the side to show Hap the bed and Jo sleeping in it. "Slept when I got here."
Without taking his eyes of her, Hap walked further in, dug in his pockets and handed him a key. "Take my room."
It wasn't that he hadn't entertained the thought of just putting the two of them in a room and lock the door before. Not this particular time but when Jo was still in Tacoma. And he also knew that Hap probably had an idea of what he was doing. He'd been with the woman for five years after all. But still...
"Bro, really think that's a good idea?"
"Take my room."
Hap didn't leave much up for discussion but Koz knew that if this went south, Jo might rip his balls off for leaving her here with Hap.
"Hap, I'm telling you, if you hurt or scare her..."
Hap shook his head. "I won't."
"I'll ask her tomorrow and if she even hints..."
"I won't fucking hurt her." He looked up and then around in the room in a slight amazement. "Did she clean your room?"
Kozik sighed. Those two and cleaning... "Yeah." He walked to the door but turned around before he left. "Don't make me regret this. I'm not cleaning up after you again so don't fuck this up. I'm done with this drama."
Hap didn't even turn around to look at him. He kept his eyes on Jo and Kozik had a feeling it might turn out ok after all.
-o0o-
Joanna woke up from someone stroking her hair. She managed to open her eyes and flew towards the headboard when she saw Hap.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" She half expected to wake up properly and realize that it was a dream. And the thought if this would good down as a wet dream or a nightmare also flashed through her mind.
"I want to talk. It's easier when you're sleepy," he added the last part with a smile.
She looked around and the fact that this was really happening started to set. "How did you even get in here?"
"Koz let me in."
"That fucker." She tried to rub the sleep out of her eyes. "Where is he?"
"I sent him to my room."
What did that mean, was he planning on sleeping in here?
The first months after she left, she'd been so pissed at Hap. Furious and then something happened. She woke up realizing she was searching for him in the bed. Sometimes when she had a hard time sleeping, her arms physically ached because she wanted to hold him so bad.
Hap was always warm and she wasn't so she loved to snuggle up against him. It had taken about six months before she really liked it but once she did; she hated when he was gone and he knew it. The first thing he did when he got home at night was hold her to get her warm. Probably to generally rub up on her as well but she liked that part to.
Sitting, really sleepy on the bed with Hap in it made her remember those things again. And that they never really ended stuff.
"Since I'm stuck with you for tonight," she sat more comfortably, "what do you want to talk about?"
"Anything," he said and sat more comfortably at the bed. She wasn't sure she liked it but kept quiet and he cleared his throat. "I hear you're living with surfers. Did you pick up surfing again?"
"Yes."
"Where are you working?"
"Delivery service." She couldn't help the smile. Then she laughed, she couldn't help herself, Happy was way out of his element. Small talking. He looked like he was about to throw up. It wasn't that they didn't talk but not like this. The poor sod was really trying and she... liked it. She decidedly like that he was there too. "You don't have to do this. I'm... I'm fine. We're ok."
"We're not ok. If we were you'd be butt naked in my bed."
She laughed again. "Actually, I wouldn't be here. I'd be in Tacoma, waiting for you. Probably butt naked though."
"No you wouldn't. You sleep in PJ when you're alone."
"That's true." She looked at him for a while. Five years hadn't changed him much at all. "That's not what I meant by us being ok though. I meant you don't have to try to small talk. We were never much for that anyway."
When he reached for her she didn't turn away and he ran his thumb along her nose and his big hand was on her cheek. He rubbed a couple of times on the bump over the bridge and he looked... so ashamed.
"I'm so fucking sorry, Peanut," he mumbled, still not taking his eyes off her.
She turned her head into his hand and kissed his palm. "I know you are." She closed her eyes and when he lifted her into his lap, she didn't protest. Instead she moved closer and turned her head into his neck, inhaling deeply. "I'm sorry too."
"Lets make a deal."
"A deal?" That was a big thing and he'd stick to whatever he was offering and if she agreed, she would too.
"Yeah. Give me this week, no arguing, no ignoring, no... being bitchy Jo."
She chuckled into his neck. "Bitchy Jo?"
"You know what I mean."
"Yeah, I know what you mean." He meant no ignoring him, among other things. Or being bitchy, she knew she could be that. Like she'd been when he came to the room earlier that day. "What do I get?"
"If you still want me to sign those divorce papers at the end of the week, I will."
She pressed her nose into the hollow above the collarbone. "What else do I have to do?"
"Nothing, just... give me shot."
"Ok. But if you rub up on some other bitch again you might as well sign those papers immediately instead of at the end of the week."
She felt him grab her hair and when she leaned back he looked her right into the eyes and she could feel her stomach twist. They were so soft, but also a bit sad and he had a tiny smile on his lips. His hand came up to her cheek again.
"I know. No rubbing up," he said and was still smiling.
Joanna was holding her breath because it looked like he was about to kiss her and she wasn't sure how she'd react if he tried. But instead he hugged her again and she leaned her head on his shoulder.
"So if Kozik's in your room, are you planning on sleeping here?"
"I can take the floor if you don't want me to keep you warm." He held her firmly but she still felt that she had that opportunity to sneak out of his arms if she wanted to. She liked that. And she was cold.
"You can keep me warm." She kissed his neck and felt him shudder. "Like you used to."
"Ok," he mumbled into her hair.
She laid back down with her back towards him. She heard him undress behind her before slipping underneath the cover, pulling her towards him. She folded her legs and pressed her feet between his thighs.
"Fucking hell, babe! I'd forgotten how cold your feet are."
"Sorry."
She closed her eyes and pressed her back against him. He hugged her even closer and she sighed. She'd missed this. There could be some real trouble for this but at the moment she only wanted to enjoy it, not think about the rest of the shit that could come out of this.
