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"Shit!" Lana picked up her now broken phone from the concrete. She tried to turn it on, but got nothing. "Shit!" She said again, louder this time.
She unlocked her car and got in, slamming the door. The engine sputtered as she turned the key. She gave it a few more tries and slammed her hands on the steering wheel when it still wouldn't start. "God dammit!" She rested her head back on the head rest and stared at the ceiling of her car.
The past few days had sucked. Ever since everything that had happened with Kozik she felt like her life had been turned upside down. Sure she had Happy to distract her which was a comfort, but it didn't seem to be enough when he wasn't with her.
She was sure it was all just in her head, but it seemed like nothing was going right anymore. She wasn't sleeping as well unless Happy was with her, she could barely concentrate at work, even her appetite sucked and she usually loved food. And now she had officially joined the club of people who had broken their phones and her car wasn't starting.
Opening the door, Lana walked back across the dark parking lot and back into the hospital. She'd had to stay late and was exhausted and now had to call to have one of the guys come get her. Thank god she was off tomorrow. She picked up the phone inside and called Happy's phone. No answer.
She hoped they weren't in church, it could take forever to get a hold of them if that was the case. She tried a few of the others before finally calling the landline at the clubhouse.
"Yeah?" She heard Kozik's voice on the other end and hesitated. "Hello?" He asked impatiently.
"Hey, it's me." She said. "My car crapped out on me. I'm at St. Thomas. Anyone able to come get me?"
"Yeah, I can be there in ten minutes. Everyone else is out." He answered.
"K, thanks." She hung up quickly. Great. Just what she needed. She hadn't talked to him since he had showed up at her house the other morning.
She'd been avoiding him, not knowing what to say and Happy had obviously not been thrilled with the idea of her being anywhere near him. He'd kept her close to him and guarded her like a fucking watchdog anytime she was anywhere near the clubhouse or anywhere where Koz might possibly be.
Going back outside, she hopped up on the hood of her car and waited. When she heard the roar of a Harley she cursed herself. She should've specified he bring the tow truck. She didn't want to leave her car here for one thing and she knew it would be a horrible idea to get close enough to ride on the back of his bike.
He pulled up in front of her car and looked at her. "Why are you out here in the dark alone?"
"Needed some air." She said, almost daring him to express his displeasure. He had no right to even have an opinion concerning her. She knew it was simply because he still felt protective of her, but her resentment towards him for what he had done hadn't lessened any.
Kozik was smart enough to keep his mouth shut, no matter how much he didn't like it. He was already in deep enough and knew she wouldn't tolerate him trying to tell her what she should and shouldn't be doing. So he gave a curt nod and revved his engine as a way of saying he was ready when she was.
"Something wrong with the tow truck?" She hesitated to get on.
"It's in use at the moment." He answered vaguely.
Lana furrowed her brow knowing his elusive answer meant it was being used for club business, but also wondered what in the world they would be using it for. She slowly slid down form the hood of her car and put her hands on his shoulders as she swung her leg over the seat of his bike.
She kept her hands on his sides, gripping only his cut at first. She knew she would have to hold on better and wanted nothing more than to just lean into him and forget everything, but everything in her head refused. He hesitated and glanced back over his shoulder before grabbing her arms and wrapping them tightly around his waist.
She tensed as he hit the throttle, but as the wind hit her face she couldn't help but breathe it in and relax into him, inhaling his scent as well. The familiar scent of leather that surrounded all the guys, mixed with Old Spice and his naturally fresh scent. He rarely smoked and Lana didn't think she'd ever smelled cigarette smoke on him, but Tequilla was his drink of choice and she could smell the Quervo on his breath now.
He pulled into the TM lot a few minutes later and waited for her to get off first. "Do you know when they'll be back?" She asked, standing next to him and staring at the ground as he towered over her.
"No." He said. He could tell she wasn't looking forward to being here with him alone, but he was hopeful for a chance to talk to her. That's why he had brought her back here, using the excuse that the others had the truck so she'd have to wait to get her car.
Lana turned and made her way inside and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. If she was going to be stuck here with the one person she didn't want to be alone with, she was getting drunk.
That idea, she soon realized, was a bad one. She sat at the bar after her third glass of straight whiskey, her head swimming with the effects of the alcohol and every now and then glancing at Kozik as he leaned over looking at a Harley magazine trying desperately to leave her alone.
"So why aren't you with them?" She wondered out loud.
He looked up at her. She looked gorgeous with her cheeks flushed red from the alcohol, her hair slightly messy from her long day. She'd changed into jeans and a t-shirt that stretched across her chest in the most flattering way. He could tell she was drunk by the look in her eyes.
"Needed someone to stay behind. Hap had a very strong opinion that it should be me." He said tearing his eyes away from her chest and back to her face.
His dick twitched as she worried her lower lip between her teeth, a habit she did far too often without even realizing it.
He was taken off guard when she suddenly stood and moved toward him, reaching up to kiss him, hurried and desperate, clearly out of pure drunken emotion. He wasn't even sure how to react and was still struggling with what to do when she pulled away from him and violently pushed him away from her like he had been the one to initiate the contact, making him stumble back.
He looked at her like she was crazy. Her breathing was rapid and she looked livid. "Why?" She asked angrily.
The guilt that surged through his chest made him realize just how badly he'd fucked up. Sure he'd already known, but now he really felt it. "I guess I'm not as good at sharing as I thought I would be." He said quietly. "I just… it was nice to have someone to go to that was only interested in me."
"Are you fucking blaming me?" She asked disbelievingly.
"No!" He said quickly. "I was selfish. I never thought you'd find out. I never wanted to hurt you and yeah, I'm sorry I got caught, but not for my sake. I don't give a shit about myself right now. I care about you."
"Bullshit." She spat. "You didn't give a shit about me. Sure as hell didn't respect me enough to tell me the truth. All you had to do was tell me the first time it happened. We never talked about it before that first run. How would I have had any right to hold it against you? But you had to lie to my fucking face. And then you did it again and again and continued to lie to me. You fucking son of a bitch!" She said as she pushed him again.
He grabbed her wrists to stop her outburst. "I did give a shit. But like I said I was selfish. It's my fault, it's all on me and you have every right to hate me, but I did and still do care about and respect you. Just didn't have the balls to show you that before it was too late."
She stared up at him for a moment and shook her head. "I don't hate you. And I fucking hate that I don't hate you." A single tear rolled down her cheek and he reached out to wipe it away.
He felt like shit for sure now. She obviously felt more for him than he had thought. He grabbed her face and pulled her towards him, kissing her, trying to convey everything in that one kiss.
He pulled away slightly, his forehead resting against hers. "If it's the last thing I do I'm gonna make you realize how sorry I am." He whispered.
She shook her head, not moving from where she was with her hands clutching his cut. "I don't think it matters. It's done. Go find your whore." She pulled him towards her slightly, just wanting to feel him against her for a moment before pushing him away and heading back to Happy's room to wait for him to get back.
SOA
The early morning sunlight spilled over Lana's face and she opened her eyes, quickly shielding them with her arm and turning over. She opened her eyes again and slowly removed her arm from her face and saw Happy lying on his stomach, his head turned away from her, and arm outstretched over her waist.
She moved closer to him and snuggled up into his side. He turned his head toward her and shifted, still half asleep.
They hadn't gotten back until almost three that morning. Kozik had been waiting up for them so he could let Hap know Lana was here. He had hated the idea that Koz had been the one to pick her up, to give her a ride, to be alone with her half the night, but he also knew he wouldn't let anything happen to her. Kozik was still one of his best friends and as much as he hated the asshole right now, there were few he trusted more, especially with Lana.
So he made his way to his room where Lana was already passed out and he took a quick shower to wash the blood off of him and slipped into bed. He awoke to Lana running her nails down his back, sending shivers up and down his spine.
She was usually a late sleeper, but she often woke up early for a morning quickie. She definitely loved sex, almost to the point of an addiction, something he hadn't really noticed until he was the only man she relied on to keep her satisfied. He briefly wondered if it was possible for one man to do so as he groggily turned his attention to her.
As his dark brown eyes opened and met her light brown ones she let a small smile spread across her mouth and leaned in to nuzzle his neck. He rolled onto his side and her hand trailed down his chest and over his abs as she kissed the hollow of his throat. Her hand continued its journey down to his cock and she gently wrapped her hand around it and began stroking its length.
She worked him for a minute, the nails on her other hand grazing his chest. Once he was at his full potential she brushed her thumb over the tip, spreading the drop of liquid that had formed there. Then she raised her leg and draped it over his hip, prompting him to take control and he was on her like a wolf on a deer.
He rolled her on her back and had her hands pinned to the pillow on either side of her head while he attacked her neck with his mouth. She arched up, offering herself to him as he moved over her shoulder and back down to her breasts. He took one hardened peak into his mouth, biting down just enough to make her gasp in a mixture of pain and pleasure before sucking it again to soothe the slight discomfort.
By the time he'd finished his assault on her breasts and was moving over her taut belly, she was rubbing herself on his leg and purring like a cat in heat. So when he moved back so he could move lower down her body she reached for his arms as soon as his hands had released the grip he had had on her wrists. She missed the weight and warmth from his body over hers as soon as it was gone.
When she reached down and tried to pull him back up he reached up as quick as lightening and pinned her hands back down. "Be still." He growled the order in a way that told her to obey. He glared at her for a moment and then slowly let go and moved back down her body, running his hands down her sides while he took in every detail of her silky skin.
When he reached the apex of her thighs he parted her folds exposing her clit and gently blew on the swollen nub.
"Fucking Christ!" She moaned, bucking her hips toward him. He lowered his mouth to the very top of the inside of her thigh, kissing all around where it met her body and alternating sides. She was so close to grabbing his head and shoving his face into her pussy, but knew he wouldn't let her do any such thing. "Please Hap." She begged.
He grinned at the desperation in her voice and parted her folds again, slowly flicking his tongue out and running it over her clit. Her hips bucked up again and he lowered his mouth over her and took the sensitive bud into his mouth, sucking. He moved his hand down and slid a finger into her, slowly moving it in and out of her at first, and then gradually increasing speed and the number of fingers.
By the time he had added the third finger Lana was meeting each thrust of his fingers with as much enthusiasm as if it was his cock fucking her. She gripped the pillow with nothing else to hold onto and came while he continued to flick his tongue over her clit.
Happy felt her muscles grip his fingers and continued to slowly work them in and out of her until the spasms from her orgasm had slowed. Then he rolled her over and helped her to her hands and knees and easily slid into her. He twisted a hand in her hair and used the other to grab her shoulder, pulling her back into him as he began pounding into her.
She was making no effort to keep quiet as he fucked her. Her thighs burned with the effort of matching his speed and rhythm. She finally couldn't take it anymore, still sensitive from her last orgasm, and came again. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back into him as he came just in time to hear Kozik's name spill from her lips.
He finished and immediately flipped her over and pinned her down, his hand around her throat. She looked scared for the brief moment before he spoke. "What?" He asked threateningly.
Lana didn't even know what to say. She hadn't even registered what she had said until he had wrapped his hand around her throat. She supposed she could just blame it on everything that had happened the past few days and she was sure that was it, but she didn't want him to think she was thinking of someone else while he was fucking her. She hadn't been, she been thinking of him. It must've just been her subconscious pushing through.
"I… I'm sorry." She whispered.
He continued to glare at her for a moment and then leaned down. "Don't let that happen again." He warned before pushing himself off the bed and standing to get dressed. He couldn't believe she was still thinking about that asshole after what he'd done.
Lana sat up on the edge of the bed, watching Happy as he pulled his shirt on. She could see him nearly shaking with anger. After he pulled his cut on he made his way for the door, but she jumped off the bed and crossed the room to him and threw herself into his arms before he reached for the knob.
Her arms reached under his cut and around his waist and he wrapped his arms around her after a moment, unable to keep from doing so. He understood, he just wished he didn't. He wished she wasn't so hooked on the asshole.