"Harder."
Opie gripped Macy's hips but didn't do as she ordered which only got him a dirty look over her shoulder.
"Harder."
"I don't want to hurt you," he said.
Macy rolled her eyes but had a smile on her lips proving she wasn't truly annoyed. Crawling away from him she pointed to the bed.
"My turn," she said, climbing on top of him the moment he was on his back. "And I won't worry about hurting you."
Their fingers intertwined as she enthusiastically bounced on him, one taut arm held her steady while the other helped coax her to the edge.
Macy was supposed to be watching the clock but she wasn't, clearly, and Opie wasn't in the frame of mind to care. Throwing her head back she whimpered his name, finally feeling that warm tingling sensation spread throughout her body. He had already finished, seconds before, the bucking of his hips being the sensation that pushed her over.
"Goddamn, Winston," she sighed heavily, climbing off him. Macy fell down beside Opie, a smile on her face, as the low grumble of Harleys came down their street.
"Fuck," he grumbled. "I'm late."
"Not that late," she remarked, checking the clock as he bolted into the bathroom. "Why are they coming for you? You're, like, four minutes late."
Opie poked his head out the en suite bathroom. "That's it? Somethings up. Clean up and go back to your room."
Macy pulled a face but still got out of bed. Running nude down the hall, she stopped in the main bathroom then hurried into her bedroom. She stayed in her room as Opie stomped down the steps to let Jax and Bobby in. It was only then that she snuck out to eavesdrop.
"Bluebird got hit last night," Jax groaned. "Clay and Tig are on their way up now, we wanted to swing by and grab you."
"We know who?" Opie grumbled, in full club mode now.
"Nah," Jax huffed. "Not yet. Trammel is already there, he'll give us anything they find."
"Alright," he rubbed his sleepy face vigorously, "Let me grab my shit."
"Sleeping Beauty," Bobby mocked.
"You gotta stop these drop-ins," Opie said, only partially kidding. "You still spying on me and Mace?"
"What?" Bobby asked with gleeful amusement.
"No," Jax chuckled. "That was once and it was a month ago."
"Twice," Opie corrected him, "And it was three weeks ago, it was a few days after Chigger Woods."
"Shit," Bobby laughed. "You really don't want them hooking up."
"Alright, alright assholes," Jax said defensively. "It was right after shit went down after the party with Macy, I was just checking on my sister."
"I don't need to be checked on," she said, surprisingly the three of them. "It was three weeks ago, my bruises are good and my arm is healing beautifully."
"You still not talking to Ope?" Bobby asked, enjoying teasing the younger set more than he'd admit.
"Who?" Macy said with a confused expression.
Jax laughed heartily, Bobby just groaning and shaking his head, while Macy grinned proudly.
"She really been doing this the whole time?" Jax asked.
"Yep," Opie huffed. "Spoiled princess," he said, pushing by her.
Bobby and Jax were first out and as Opie followed them he looked back, giving Macy a sweet smile and a wink, before shutting the door.
They rotated night shifts at the bar but after her forced vacation, Macy was on days to help ease her back into it. It was not her call, she assumed LaRoy, Clay or Jax decided on it but no matter who decided, she hated it.
"Hey," she tossed a cardboard coaster down in front of a new customer. "What can I get you?"
"Whatever's on tap," he said with a smile.
Macy sighed and pointed to the handles. "We have a few, man." He was tall, stocky, with short hair and deep olive skin tone. Macy looked for ink or gang colors but there was nothing. She decided he was bland and therefore not a concern
The man glanced over them and pointed to the closest one. "This is fine."
Pouring his beer Macy already knew he'd be annoying. They were a small corner bar, locals and Niners were their usual clientele and this guy was neither.
"What's your name?" He asked, bring the glass to his lips.
"Rosie," she said. "Yours?"
"Johnny," he replied.
"Cool," Macy rolled her eyes. "You need anything else just let me know."
Turning her back to him she wiped the counter and straightened the bottles while watching him in the mirror. His eyes were eager as they moved about the room but he didn't look nervous or suspicious.
"Where you from?" She asked suddenly.
"Huh?"
"You look like a sightseer in a local bar, clearly not from around here," Macy commented.
"Utah," he chuckled. "Had to shake a Mormon upbringing."
Macy laughed. "Oh, you're gonna shake it in Oakland for sure."
"That's what I hear," he sipped his beer. "You got a boyfriend?"
"Jesus," she huffed. "You just jumped right in, huh?"
"What?" He laughed. "Just making conversation."
"I don't," she shrugged.
"Why?"
"Haven't found the right guy, I guess."
"Shame," he shook his head.
"I'm perfectly fine," she said.
"How's it going?" LaRoy asked, strutting through the bar toward the back.
"Good," she shrugged. "Happy to be back."
LaRoy smiled and nodded, continuing on his way, and Macy turned back to her customer.
"Can I get you anything else?"
He frowned and shrugged, "Guess I'm good for now."
"Awesome," Macy said turning around again.
The rest of her shift went slowly, her only customers besides talkative Johnny were two older gentlemen that had been regulars for years.
"Alright," she leaned on the bar in front of Johnny, "My shift is over. Time to settle up."
"How much do I owe you?"
"15.00."
Johnny dug into his pockets and pulled out a wad of cash, one large enough to draw Macy's attention. She'd seen her father and Jax bringing home stacks for years, she knew outlaw money when she saw it.
"Keep the change," he said handing her a crisp hundred dollar bill.
"Oh okay Big Spender," she joked to hide her suspicions. "Have a good evening," she said, gathering her things and leaving with her drawer to count out in the back office.
Instead of heading home, she went to Saint Thomas as she'd planned but running into Unser was terribly unplanned.
"Hey Chief," Macy beamed. "How are ya?"
"Think I should be askin' you that, sweetheart. What are you doing here?"
Tapping her forehead, Macy shrugged. "Kind of helps with the insanity of my life. Ya know?"
"I know," he smiled. "Just don't tell your mother," Unser warned jokingly.
"So that means you won't?"
"Secrets safe with me," he assured her.
Rewarding him with a kiss on the cheek, Macy hurried down the hall toward the cafeteria to see Opie waiting for her.
"Hey," she huffed. "Sorry, Unser saw me."
"You cover?"
"Course I did," she said proudly. Macy leaned over and kissed him. "How's everything?"
"Shitty," he grumbled. "We think the Mayans hit Bluebird, took a lot of it and destroyed the rest."
"Fuck," she sighed. "I'm sorry."
"Not on you," he told her. "Hale's up our asses too."
"It's not in Charming though," she pulled a face.
"He's Hale," Opie said by way of explanation. "How was work?"
"Made good money," she wriggled her eyebrows. "Maybe I'll pay some utilities this month."
"Don't go overboard," he teased. Reaching over the table, Opie took her hands and held them in his. "I hate meeting here."
"Can't chat midday in public and I wanted to see you. No one is gonna see us here."
"Except Unser and maybe Tara," he reminded her.
"Buzzkill," she rolled her eyes. "Maybe Tara will let us bang in her office."
"You could wear her white coat."
"Oh, I like where you're going with this," she smirked. "You can be my patient and you came in for a prostate exam."
"I hate you," he huffed, standing up abruptly. "I gotta run, prostate exam or not. I'll see you at home."
Macy jumped to her feet and kissed him passionately. "Be careful out there."
"You too, Doc," he winked before turning to leave.
Checking the time, Macy decided not to head home and instead went to the clubhouse. When she arrived Opie wasn't there which was somewhat of a surprise.
"How you doing, baby?" Gemma asked her daughter as she popped into the office.
"Bored actually," she pouted. "Anything good happening here?"
"It's a little tense," she said. "Your father is going to break the news to the Niners. It was their guns they lost last night."
Macy's shoulders fell. "Great. So am I not working there anymore?"
"We'll have to see how they take it," Gemma said sympathetically. "Don't mention it to your father, he's under enough stress without worrying about your job."
"Alright," Macy groaned. "Whatever. I'm going home."
"I mean it," Gemma said loudly.
"Yep," Macy huffed. "I won't. I swear." Getting into her car she looked at her phone for a second before tossing it on the seat. "Looks like it's dinner for one at Hanna's," Macy complained to herself. "I need fucking friends."