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Fair warning: There is violence, cussin', and sexin' ahead, so read at your own risk ... be prepared for MA/NC-17 content.
A/N: This was an incredibly difficult chapter to write because I was trying to keep a good balance during 'the talk'. I don't want their relationship to be something where Happy lays down the law and she's expected to fall in line. Nor did I want her to fight him on everything. In order for that to happen, they had to gain a deeper understanding of each other.
I tried to make them do it differently, but they absolutely refused to get involved with each other until they had this discussion. Apparently if they didn't do the important parts of the talk all at once, she clammed up and he went with the flow and their relationship was all fucked.
Chapter 10
Sitting at her kitchen table Thursday morning Rachel tapped her pen on the table as she considered what she needed for dinner tonight. She had landed on steaks with twice baked potatoes and a pasta salad recipe she picked up from Poppy, so it would be simple, but easy to cook and could be set up ahead of time. Chuckling, she jotted down beer for him. I don't see Happy as a wine drinker somehow.
Today was going to drag, she could already feel it.
Happy spent most of his day down in Bakersfield. He hadn't had a chance to stop down since he had gotten back from Tacoma. He spent a lot of energy not thinking about tonight, because he knew his Ma would pick up on it like a bloodhound. He'd be fuckin married in Ma's head before he and Rachel even had dinner.
Parking in his spot at T-M a few hours later, Happy heard Jax pull in behind him. Looking over, he nodded as Jax and one of the porn stars, Ima something, got off his bike. Noticing the blinds in the office twitch he figured Tara or Gemma was watching. Fuck he remembered feeling as cocky as Jax looked right now. Then he lost too many friends over the years to bad decisions, bullets, and jail. You had to play life smart, work at it if you wanted something worth having.
Heading towards the garage, he figured Gemma could use some help. Get a little grease under his nails and he'd feel a lot better.
By 7:00, Rachel had everything done for dinner with the exception of the steaks. Curling up on her bed with a book, she ended up in a light doze that ended abruptly when she heard the rumble of his bike coming down the street and into her driveway. Changing her shirt really fast, fluffing her hair and checking her makeup, she grumbled at herself for not setting an alarm.
Feeling oddly like a normal high school girl that she never actually was, she swung open the door and gave him a big smile, "Hi there!"
With the exception of last night, Happy realized that every time he saw her she had been happy and smiling. Shit even last night she wasn't unhappy really, just bitchy as hell. How the fuck does she manage that? He eyed Peanut as he leaned in and started to give her a quick kiss. "Hey little girl … is your dog going to eat me tonight if I touch you?"
Completing the lean and pulling away quickly before he could deepen the kiss, she winked at him. "Not tonight, he was told to be polite." Locking the door behind him, she led him deeper into her home. "Think maybe I can get a ride on that bike some day? It's been years." Damnit Rachel, stop thinking about sex. Pondering if you can manage to straddle him while he's on the bike without injuring yourself is not where your head needs to be at tonight.
Seeing her faint blush and her teeth catch on her lip, Happy wondered where she just went in her head. He didn't even think she heard him say he'd take her later tonight if she wanted. Like he'd say no to having her wrap her body around him and hold on tight. He hasn't traded his dick in for pussy yet. She was looking good too, he suddenly realized. How is it that I fuckin noticed her smile before what she's wearing? Maybe I have traded it in.
"C'mon," Rachel said as she grabbed his arm, "you can help me cook the steaks. I'm told that's man shit. I'll pay you in beer." Letting go of all of her worries about tonight, she decided to just treat him like she would anyone else. It had worked so far, right?
Sitting at the patio table outside, dinner over, Happy looked at the woman across from him and wondered where to begin. How the fuck do you start a conversation like this? Should he tell her enough so that she gets the entire picture or ease her into it? Fuck, I couldn't have thought about this while I was working on that Chevy this afternoon? As the pause grew too long, he finally broke and rubbed his hand across his head.
"Fuck. I don't know where to start."
Narrowing her eyes in thought, Rachel wondered if there was an easier way for them to do this. "I have an idea, but it's kind of different. You have to give it a chance. I think it will make this easier. Maybe." Or I'll look like a weirdo, either way. Grabbing his arm, Rachel led him out to one of the oversized chaise lounges by the pool. "Take your boots off or whatever you need to be comfortable and sit." Jacket? Vest? I need to ask Tara what that's called, Gemma would laugh at me.
Bringing back two beers, a full glass of wine and an ashtray, she set them on the side table. As he stared up at her, she grinned and pushed his leg down while sliding onto the seat between his legs. Pulling his leg back up, she pulled his arms around her and scooted down so that her back was against his chest. God he smells good. "See, I don't think either one of us are good at actually talking. I'm great at chatting, but I never actually say anything. And you seem to think there is a fee per word surcharge when you talk."
Feeling his chest move a bit as he laughed, she hugged his arms a bit. "Now the thing here is that we can't see each other's faces, but we can still feel reactions. It makes it a little less personal. I'm pretty sure we could both use that distance. Plus, it's almost dark, and it's always easier to talk in the dark." I need it, say this is ok.
Looking down at the top of her head, Happy wondered how she seemed to know what he needed. He could do this if he had to, he still didn't want to talk about this shit, but this was a lot better than facing her across a table in a brightly lit room. "Thanks girl, this helps." Now where to fucking start?
Rolling her eyes a little when he didn't say anything else, she figured he was stuck again. Happy might actually be more emotionally stunted than I am in some ways. "How about we do a round robin. You ask me a question, and then I'll ask you one. If you can't answer something because of the club, just say so. Good faith answers, no cop outs."
"Any question?"
"For the purposes of this conversation, yes. Look, we already know that our sex life would be hot as hell. I have no doubts about that at all. But I don't know if I can live in your world, or if I even want to. There are going to be things that I just can't or won't deal with, although you might be surprised at what those are. We're going to have to make compromises, both of us, because we are so different. I've got my own set of issues too, believe me." She blew out a breath. "The thing is, in order to figure out if we even want to put in that effort, we need to do some due diligence."
Rachel sighed and said in a small voice, "I know that you're doing this talk for me, that if I were different and could do a casual thing …"
"Stop." Happy kissed the top of her head and admitted, "Maybe, maybe not. But, I'm not 20 anymore Rachel. I don't want the same things. I don't know quite what I do want, but if all I wanted was a casual fuck, I wouldn't be here. Stop the if's. I made this decision."
Nodding, she tried to accept that. First thing to trust him on … that he won't lie to make you feel better. "Ok, you get first question then." God, I went first so he didn't have to, but this sucks ass.
Happy leaned back and looked at the pool and wondered if he should really ask this. Man up, you need to know this even if you're not sure you want to hear it. "Why are you even considering this?"
"What?" She tried to turn, but he wouldn't let her. "I don't understand."
"Rachel, you are a smokin' hot woman with money and a good job. Why are you even considering getting involved with me?" Well he went right for the jugular, didn't he.
Gritting her teeth, she laid her head back down on his chest. "There are a few reasons. The first is that I enjoy being around you. You make me feel … like I can be me and it's ok. That if I told you my secrets, you wouldn't make me feel weak or betray me by telling anyone else. You show through your dedication to the club that honor and family and loyalty are all important to you – which is important to me. You have had opportunities to push me faster and didn't, because even when you had just met me, you respected me on some level." Fuck I hate talking about this shit.
Sighing, she tried to find the words, "My life is solitary, and that's ok. I really don't mind it like that. But there's a difference between surviving and living and I think I've been just surviving a long time. I don't judge people except by their own words and actions, and I like what yours tell me. I've lived most of my life relying on my gut, and even when I thought it steered me wrong, it still taught me something. My gut is telling me that you, that this, could be worth the effort."
Trying to relax, considering that she was feeling very exposed, she went for her normal defense mechanism. "Oh and because you're hot as fuck and I want to sex you up for hours at a time?"
She felt him huff another laugh. "I'm not sure what to say. It's been a long time since anyone said stuff like that about me. I think my Ma was the last."
Clamping down on another joke, because it wouldn't be at all appropriate, even if it would make her feel better, she waited.
"Your turn." Fuck, please don't ask me the same question, not yet.
The time passed as they pushed the questions back and forth. Rachel had to tell him about parts of her marriage, how she ended up with such a well trained dog, and how she ended up in Charming. She countered by asking Happy about his Ma and how he grew up and if he'd ever been in an actual relationship before. She told him Quinn didn't count. He told her she was a puzzle, that he liked that about her.
"Tell me about why you ride." Oh aren't you a sneaky little bitch. You get more of my past without asking straight out for it.
"I ride because I need to be free. I was in prison and got out when I was almost 24. When I did, all I wanted was to be free. I hated being locked up in that cage. When I'm on the road, it's just me, no responsibilities. The wind clears my mind and the hum of the road relaxes me. I ride with the club because they're a family and my brothers. I can be alone, but not alone. I'll always have someone to cover my back." I don't know if I've ever said that many words in a row at once. Fuck.
"I envy you that." The rumbling voice behind her had sounded so content when he talked about riding and the club. "I've never felt that secure with anything. I've never believed anyone would ever have my back like that. Well unless they're Peanut. That was a good answer, thank you."
He couldn't believe that she never felt secure. I don't think she'd flat out lie to me, but that just doesn't make any sense. "Ready?"
Closing her eyes, she hoped for a soft ball. "You said earlier that I would be surprised at what you could and couldn't deal with. Explain?" Oh god. Why are his questions so much harder to answer?
Reaching for her wine, she took a big drink. Making a small humming noise when he squeezed her lightly, she opened her eyes and leapt off the cliff. "There are things that I've … guessed … to be true … about the Sons and … about you and the Sons." Feeling him tense behind her, she threaded her fingers through his. "No one has been really forthcoming, but I'm observant and intuitive. I always have been. I don't know details, but I know the Sons do something illegal to make money."
Hearing him take a breath, she hurried on, "You don't have to confirm or not, that's not where I'm going with this. If you can, wait for me to finish." Feeling him squeeze her hand and remain silent, she figured that meant he would. His body was like a rock with all the tension.
"I figured that out quite awhile ago, even if I didn't verbalize it to myself. On Tuesday, when Hale … don't tense up any more or you'll break something … on Tuesday when Hale made his little threats, I talked to my boss about the Sons. He explained how things are in Charming and that it could be bad for business, but not to worry about it and let him do the balancing with Hale."
She giggled a little, "And then I told him I had a date with a Son on Thursday. Poor Greg."
"After being made more aware of how things are perceived here in town, I had to actually think about what you guys do. As long as you can tell me that it's not drugs, it's not a deal breaker. I have a few strategies to lessen the impact it will have on my career if it ever becomes something I need to address. My boss is aware of this," she waved her hands over them, "and he agrees that my personal life is just that, personal. So, what the Sons do or don't do outside of the law, barring drugs, is something I can deal with."
Rachel took another deep breath and then let it out slowly. How the fuck do I say this? "I don't think you're just a regular member Happy." All of the tension that had left when she had explained flooded back into his frame. "I'd still like you to tell me what you do and why, but if you can't then I'll try to understand," she licked her lips nervously and went on, "I think you do something that causes the other men in the club to respect you more than average and the women to fear you. I also know you have another nickname. I'm a smart girl."
Holding himself as still as possible, he stared down at the tiny redhead in his arms. What the fuck? It didn't even matter that she put it together on her own at this point. "And you're saying, that … what, that you're ok with that?" He couldn't hide the disbelief in his voice.
Looking down at their arms, his rough and muscular and covered in tattoos, next to her much smaller lighter ones, she wondered if she could talk about this with someone else, with Happy. It was one thing to … would he understand or believe her if she didn't explain? Would he think she was weak if she did?
"Rachel … fuck it's ok, I get it …" Happy said as he started to loosen his arms.
"No! No you don't. Just … wait a second. I need to figure out how to explain." She did not want to go to this place. She may not be trusting, but he was wary. Really wary. If she didn't give him the reason, he'd never believe her, no matter what she said. Decide now, do you want this enough to tell him?
"Ok, I need you to promise me that you won't say anything until I tap you on the leg. No matter how much you want to. I think maybe I'm only going to ever be able to talk about this once, so I need to make sure I get it all out."
Lifting her up so she was on his thighs instead of between his legs, he tucked her head against his neck. "I promise." What the fuck could be so bad that she's almost trembling?
"This is kind of a long story, but I'll shorten it as much as I can. My adopted mother died when I was 8 and my dad became an alcoholic. So I was pretty much doing everything at home, plus school. I only had a few friends, mostly kids around the extended neighborhood, but we certainly didn't live in the classy side of town. Not the dive either, but … anyway. When I was 11," her voice cracked and she cleared her throat while he rubbed her thighs, "when I was 11, I was gang raped by an older male friend and his two brothers at a park near my house. I never told anyone, not even my dad, not that he would have been able to crawl out of the bottle long enough to deal with it. I tried really hard to put it behind me, but I started falling behind in everything. All of a sudden I couldn't handle anything. The only thing I was proud of in my life at that point was that I was always in the accelerated classes. Being smart gave me something to be proud of. It was just mine."
"When school started up the next year, they had dropped me from those classes. For cause, but still. I looked at my life, and how it had gone so far, and I just lost it. I tried to commit suicide and put myself into a coma for a week. It was pure luck that I was found in time. I know it was weak, but …"
She was practically vibrating at this point, this is what she was worried about, that he'd think she was weak and couldn't handle bad shit. Swallowing, she went on, "Anyway, I kept the secret through all of the questioning and counseling. I was too young to understand that I shouldn't have to be ashamed, that it was all on them. My mistake was trusting people I knew not to hurt me. I don't make that mistake anymore."
"I started getting mad though. Really mad. I had been an angry child already, but now I was full of this rage that was just eating me up inside. This time, instead of turning it in on myself, I turned it on the people who caused it. My entire life had gone to shit, my dad still didn't seem to care because he was too busy drinking himself to death, kids at school stared and whispered about me and these fuckers were skipping along like life was just grand."
Huffing out an angry breath, she finished in a cold calm voice. "When I was almost 14, I shot all 3 of them to death in that same park using a gun I had stolen from a friend's parent. I was never even questioned during the investigation. That's the part of me you saw in the alley that night. That's the part that is fine with what you do."
Reaching out, she tapped him softly on the leg and waited for judgment.
When she had first started telling him the story, Happy was confused, and kind of pissed at her dad, but he didn't see how it related to him killing. Then he was in a rage and knew they would die as painfully as he could come up with. He tried to imagine her fucking spirit stamped out so bad that she wanted to die. When she said she killed them, he was fucking proud. He wanted to resurrect the motherfuckers just so he could teach them what pain really was, shooting was too fucking good for them. She had been a kid. No fucking wonder she said she had never known that feeling of someone having her back, she's always had to watch her own.
Picking her up and turning her around, he wanted to be sure she could see his face, so that there would be no doubt about what he was saying. "You listen to me. You are not fucking weak. You are a strong bitch and I'm proud of you for killing them." He wondered if she really believed that because she choose suicide at fuckin 12 - after all the shit she dealt with alone - that she would be considered weak the rest of her life.
Seeing the shamed look in her eyes, he realized that she did. Rubbing her lips with his thumb, Happy quirked a smile at her, "C'mon, let's take a break and do what helps me. Let's go for a ride."
Rachel smiled into his back as she realized she was living the dream she had not long ago. Letting the wind and tires and the smell and feel of Happy soothe her, she felt a lot better than she thought she would if she ever told anyone that piece of her past. She also realized that there weren't a lot of people who would have responded like he did. Rachel knew that it wasn't quite done, he didn't know about her reckless periods, but she decided it didn't matter. The toughest man she knew just told her he didn't think she was weak. For now, that was more than enough.
Until she got on and wrapped her arms around him, he hadn't realized he hadn't had anyone ride bitch in years. When he was younger and more patient with sweetbutts, he didn't mind it, but as he got older, he kept his bike back as part of himself – like sleeping in his bed. Shit like that didn't get shared with someone who he didn't have any respect for.
Moving his left hand, he reached down to pat and rub her hand a few times. Happy was really hoping this ride helped her feel better. He definitely preferred her when she was smiling and teasing him. She had been so quiet and almost wary when they left her place. The thought of her taking care of those motherfuckers, of avenging herself, was making his dick ache too.
Thinking over what they had talked about so far, he wondered what else they needed to discuss. Even if she was feeling better when this ride was over, she had to be about wiped out. She fucking runs herself down until she passes out. I'm going to put a stop to that somehow. She needs to take better fucking care of herself.
She wants to know why I do it. Would she understand that he fell into it when he was younger and meaner and that he was just good at it? That it didn't bother him to take a life and he understood how to cause the right kind of pain to get answers? She never said what, other than drugs, was something she couldn't live with.
Even if tonight had made him uncomfortable as fuck, it hadn't been the worst thing he'd had to do. He tried to imagine if they could have talked about this shit any other way, and couldn't see it. He came here fully expecting to have to explain the club and what he did, at least in general terms and then couldn't get the first word out. She's a fucking miracle worker. I'm not breaking out in a fuckin sweat, even after I realize we'll probably have to do that again at some point. Quinn would be laughing his ass off if he heard this shit. Dickhead.
Pulling onto a side road where he knew there was a cliff that looked over the valley, he figured he'd give her a few minutes to walk around before they headed back. If she hadn't ridden in years, her back and legs were probably starting to ache. That and I really need to fucking touch her.
"It's not drugs," he said a few moments after he turned the bike off. "I will probably tell you some time, but I swear it's not drugs." Leaning the bike on the stand, he paused and looked at her where she was standing next to him. Her eyes were calm and accepting. Shit, I'm just not this lucky. Swinging one leg around to sit sideways, he pulled her between his legs.
"I know there's more, and shit on my side, but I need to know what else is too much for you." He rested his hands on her hips and looked at her seriously. "Because if we can get past whatever that is, I'm going to fucking kiss you again and I need that out of the way first." Because I'm not sure I'll stop once we start. Not now.
I can't get past this. I've worked it over and over in my mind, and I just can't. I know it's one of those things they do, but I … I can't. "I can't share you with other women. I won't. I know … fuck. I know you guys don't think it means anything. I get that, I do. But I will not share." Thinking of something else, she amended, "I don't mean just somewhere I'll hear about it either. If I'm only having sex with you, then I want that right as well. If you find someone you want to touch, you break it off with me first."
Waiting, because she knew she was asking a lot, she wondered if this is what would make him decide she wasn't worth it all this shit. I doubt I'm anything like he thought I was. I wish I could be like other women sometimes.
Happy stared at the tiny defiant woman in front of him and wanted to laugh. That was the biggest issue she had with his life? He hadn't fucked anyone else since he decided last week that they were going to deal with whatever this was and either move it forward or end it for good. It was that or he went insane. She wants someone to trust. She wants someone to watch her back. She is willing to accept that I kill on a regular basis, and all she wants in return is this?
Putting his hands on her cheeks, he looked directly into those pretty blue eyes and rasped out a promise. "For as long as we're together, you're it. No sex, no blowjobs on the road. I give you my word of honor."
She didn't really think he'd agree. When he'd looked at her so seriously, she really thought he was going to explain that it was part of his lifestyle and that he wouldn't give it up. She figured he would try and set some conditions if nothing else, to try and make it ok. He's willing to bend. He wants me enough to work with me instead of just telling me how it is.
Eyes wide, Rachel really didn't know what to say. A man like Happy, who lived like he did, wouldn't give his word unless he meant it. Thank you seemed to be a really poor way of putting it. When she realized what he was saying, both spoken and unspoken, a ball of happiness had started to grow and expand in her chest until she thought she'd break out into fucking song. It was ridiculous. So no, thank you didn't seem to be appropriate.
I want to go home and unwrap him, it's like Christmas and my birthday all at once. Leaning forward, Rachel slanted her mouth over his, trying to show him everything she felt, nipping and licking at his startled lips until he opened. Dragging her nails up his chest, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body tight against his. Pulling back slightly and going on tiptoe, she used her lips to follow his jaw until she got to his ear.
Not feeling any last minute misgivings, she ran one of her hands down to his hip while she whispered, "In that case, I think it's time you took me home." In case he had any doubt what that meant, she ran her fingers up the bulge in his jeans, feeling the jerk his body made while she stared in his eyes. "Please."
Happy was in heaven. Or hell, depending on how you looked at it. She hadn't had to ask him twice to take her home, not with those fucking signals. He had dropped a hard, almost bruising kiss on her mouth and then slid her on the bike. Mounting up, he didn't waste any time getting back on the highway.
They were still 15 minutes away and she was fucking running her fingers and nails over his chest, up his thighs, and when she felt really fucking daring, she'd pass over his dick. He was so hard at this point that he had to pull her hands up and hold them still, yanking on them when she tried to move. He could feel her chest moving against him as she laughed. Fucking tease, wait until I start in on you, we'll see whose laughing then.
Giggling when he finally got tired of her fucking with him, Rachel relaxed against the broad back. She idly wondered how being together would work. She was pretty sure that Sons don't date the way the rest of the world does when starting a relationship. That was ok. She had given him her biggest secret and instead of condemning her, he had told her he was proud. She had asked for something she knew from Gemma that women just didn't get, at least not normally, and he gave her his word that it would be only her. She was more than willing to bend for him if he needed something from her.
Scooping her over his shoulder, he snapped his fingers and said, "Keys." As she handed them down to him, with the right one poking out, he smacked her on the ass. "Good girl." Ignoring her when she started complaining, he concentrated on opening the door and relocking it. Sliding her down his body, he faced her towards the various room openings. "Which way?"
Bending down, he put his teeth on her neck and started nipping. Smirking with satisfaction when she trembled, he let her lead him to her bedroom. Shutting the door in the dog's face, he looked around. They were in a large room with what looked like a couple of big closets and a bathroom off of it. The big window had a window seat and an open area at the top that was letting in moonlight. A king size bed with a grey and white comforter was almost perfectly centered in the glow.
Pushing her lightly against the door, they paused and looked at each other in the dim light. The air, which had been heating up with anticipation, suddenly stilled when he reached out and slid his hands into her hair, tilting her head up to him. Leaning close, he could feel her hands clamping down on his hips. Stopping a breath away from kissing her, he felt her trembling against him as he whispered. "You're sure."
Eyes that had fluttered closed as he had gotten nearer, flicked open. Her eyes searched his for a second, and then, "Yes."
Completing the move towards her lips, he stole most of the word, as he slanted their heads and dominated her mouth. Sliding his tongue across the seam of her lips, he slid it inside as she opened for him. Pressing her hard against the wall, he finally pulled his hands out of her hair and lifted her up. They both groaned when her legs locked around his hips.
Breathing heavily, Happy used his body to hold her against the door as he let his lips and fingers explore what he could reach of her. Growling as she started arching against his dick, trying to get more friction, he bit at her lip and pulled her away from the door. Jesus Christ she feels good. Fucking strong too, I don't even need to hold her up. As he walked her over to the bed, loving the roll of her hips against his, he let his hands run up and down her back as she licked at the inside of his mouth and whimpered.
Stopping by the side of the bed, he slid her down his body, looking at her with smoldering eyes. Moving slowly, he ran his hands down from her neck to the hem of her shirt. Slowly pushing it up, he bit down on a moan when he saw her tits encased in black silk and lace. Fucking perfect. Slipping it over her head, he held her eyes as he rubbed his thumbs over each hard nipple, tweaking each one with a forefinger, watching the way she dropped her head back on each pass. That noise, she needs to make that fucking noise all the time.
When she whined in the back of her throat and bit down on her lip, he leaned forward and sucked it between his. Using one hand to pull her head up to his, he used the other to flick open her bra and immediately palmed one of her tits. Jesus. Christ. Her skin was so fucking warm and soft. Panting softly, he looked down at her where she stood next to the bed and tried to ignore his dick throbbing in time with her gasping breaths.
As Rachel was trying to breathe past the overwhelming urge to take his hand and press it against her while she rode it, she realized that he needed to have less clothes on too. I'm going to come before we even get naked. Fuck. Slowly, not knowing how this worked but sensing it was important, she worked the leather vest off of him. When he laid it on the armchair, she figured that was a thing to remember. No tossing it on the floor. Smiling when he laid a gun and knife on the nightstand, she held his unblinking gaze with hers while she slowly pulled his belt off.
Shuddering from the feel of his big rough hands playing softly up and down the soft skin of her spine, she slid her nails under his white tshirt and slowly slid her hands up that expanse of hard smooth skin. Oh my god, he's a literal work of art. Eyes wide, she got his shirt up as far as she could reach and let him finish tugging it off. While he worked on that, she traced the big snake on his chest with a nail.
"Hope you're not scared of snakes," he said lowly, as she leaned forward and traced the muscles in his abdomen with the pads of her fingers. Using her teeth and tongue to nip and soothe the snake, she peeked up at him from under her lashes. "Does it feel like I am?"
"Fuck Rachel," he growled.
When a huge bolt of lust blew through him, he kicked off his boots and placed her on the bed. Leaning down, he pulled off her shoes and socks, making her squirm. "Oh I'll remember that. Yes I will," he promised. Running his hands up her legs, he slowly parted her thighs wide and came forward so that he was pressing his jean clad dick against her.
"Happy!"
The first full body contact in this position, with his hot skin and his body so hard and heavy on hers, created a flood of wetness as she eagerly wrapped her hands around his biceps. He was laying his hips against her pelvis just enough that she couldn't raise up against him, couldn't wrap her legs around him or do anything other than take the slow press and release he was teasing her with. Watching the tattoos move on his stomach was almost as erotic as watching his eyes as he enjoyed his power over her.
"Please, please, please," she begged for hands or mouth or tongue or anything except this slow pressure that wasn't doing anything other than coiling her tighter but would never get her off. Finally, she slid her own hands down to her breasts and watched as his eyes got darker. "Fuck yes, play with those titties. Show me how you like it."
Trying not to close her eyes when he added a roll of his hips, she started shaking. It wasn't going to take her much more. As if he knew that, he smiled slowly and pulled away. "Noooo, Happy, please," she sobbed.
"Patience girl, there's no rush here," was murmured into the dark room. Suddenly his mouth was back on hers, tongues dancing, while she wrapped her legs around his hips and rubbed against the bulge in his jeans. Dragging her nails across his back, she realized he had a spot on the back of his neck that made him hiss and arch against her. Then she was hissing as he ran his tongue down her neck and started swirling it around her nipple. Breathing hotly against the nub, he teased all around it until he felt her arching against him.
Taking one of her hard nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting gently, Happy shuddered as he felt her buck her hips against him again. Wanting to be inside her, but wanting to draw this out, he pressed his dick hard into her and listened to her breath stutter as he continued to work over her tits with his mouth and hands.
Hearing her moan his name, he hummed against her and felt her hands spasm on his shoulders. As she slid them up to his head, she pulled him away from her body so she could look in his eyes.
"Happy please, I promise we'll play more soon, please let me come, please. I need you."
Closing his eyes briefly as those words made his dick throb and his hands twitch to rip the rest of her clothes off, he took a deep breath and brushed a hard kiss against her swollen mouth, groaning when she ran those nails down his chest and tweaked his nipples while she sucked on his lip.
Sliding back down the bed, Happy didn't say a word as he unbuttoned her jeans and drew them down her long legs. He knew he had been teasing and holding her on the edge. Sitting back on his heels, he stopped and looked at her. She's fucking gorgeous. That athletic body wrapped in soft golden skin with tiny black lace panties taunting him. He could smell her spicy scent mixing with the apricot that always seemed to be on her and dropped his forehead to her belly.
Gaining control over himself, he gently reached out and picked up one of her smooth legs, running his lips and fingers all along it, making note of the way she shuddered and her hips twitched when he touched certain places. Getting back to those tiny panties, he leaned down and pressed the flat of his tongue against her, holding her hips down and growling when the jerk she made threatened to dislodge him. Wiggling his tongue a couple times, he pulled back a bit when he felt her body start to tighten.
Swallowing heavily, he pressed wet kisses to her flat belly, feeling the muscles tremble, tracing a couple of small scars with his tongue. Leaning back, he drew the little panties down and off, before smiling darkly at her.
"I like it."
Leaning up on her elbows, she watched as he took one of his big hands and ran it down the very small area that she still had hair on. As he rested his palm flat against her and used his thumb to sweep up and down her slit, he kept his eyes on hers. Twitching and crying out, she fell back on her back and went back to begging. A moan catching in her throat when he flicked his thumb against her clit on the next pass, Rachel arched and tried to tug him closer with her feet.
Taking pity on her, Happy leaned down and slowly parted her with his fingers. Blowing softly and smiling at the cries he could hear echoing in the room, he used the tip of his tongue to run up from her hole to her clit. Goddamn she tastes good. I haven't done this in fucking years. Taking her clit between his lips, he slowly applied suction until her hips were shaking against his face and hands and then started pulsing the suction while pressing his tongue against her. Sliding two fingers deep, he crooked them just a little as he dragged them in and out and then hummed against her clit.
Screaming, Rachel, after months of anticipation, and two years without sex, came apart. She couldn't even have said how he got naked, but the moment she could finally focus on something other than piecing her mind back together, she made a very happy sound low in her throat. Leaning up to kiss him, tasting herself in his mouth, she slowly positioned herself and then flipped him over before he could brace.
"My turn," she said happily. Twining their fingers together, Rachel pinned his hands to the pillow. Yeah, what was that you said? Patience? Distracting him by rubbing her hands and body against him, she picked a spot high enough on his neck for a collar not to cover it, and then sucked and licked and bit gently at it until she knew that he was marked and he was groaning and shifting restlessly under her. Mine.
Tracing his body with her fingers, she smiled smugly as she slowly worked her way down his chest with her mouth. Biting down gently made his hands clench around her hips and pull her body down tight against his. Concentrating on the places that made him groan and growl and twitch against her, she spent time tracing his abs with her tongue, while rubbing her breasts against his dick. Looking up at him, she could see Happy staring intently at her, mouth slightly open as he breathed heavily.
As she slid the last few inches down, she made sure that his dick rubbed every inch of her, letting the soft skin rub hotly against her cheek. She figured she wouldn't get him to beg, stubborn fucker, at least not tonight, but when she pulled back a bit, his eyes were hot and dark and filled with something she couldn't define. Then a thought struck her.
Clenching her teeth and closing her eyes at the thought of him with someone else, she had to ask. "Can I do this? Is it safe?"
Reaching out and cupping her chin, he said softly, "Yeah little girl it is, or I wouldn't have let you anywhere near me with that gorgeous mouth. I've always wrapped up. I always will if you want me to."
Dropping her eyes, she shook her head, "We'll talk about that later – tomorrow, something. Until we do, yes please." At least recapturing a mood with a man is easier than a woman. "Now, where was I?"
Giggling softly as he moved her head to the exact position where it was before, she reached out a hand and lightly traced the head, bringing her wet fingers to her mouth to taste him. "Fuck Rach, don't tease," he groaned out. Wrapping her hand around the base of his cock, she slowly lowered her mouth over him, just breathing hotly, until his hips suddenly jerked up as his control faltered. Waiting until the jerk, she used the same motion to close her mouth around him and suck.
"Fuuuuuuck!"
Looking down the length of his body, he saw another fantasy he had come true. Her pretty lips, wrapped tightly around his dick, while he stroked in and out of her mouth. Having her eyes capture his and tell him that she knew exactly what this was doing to him made him growl and twitch inside her mouth. Fisting his hands in her hair, he fought his instincts to push her down and fuck her face.
He was moving way too much for her to attempt to deep throat, but she used a hand to slowly pump while she let her teeth lightly scrape and her tongue curl, getting another moan and hiss, before dipping her head and moving it up and down. A suck on the upstroke and a twist of her wrist as she was pumping the bottom half of him and within a couple of minutes, she had reduced her big strong dangerous man to a seething mess. Of course I'm punishing myself here too. Fuck. She could feel her juices being smeared on her inner thighs as she squeezed them tightly together to appease the throbbing.
Half out of his mind, Happy suddenly had one driving thought. Find the condom and be buried as deeply inside Rachel as he could get. Tugging her head up with the hands he had wrapped in her hair, he waited until she swiped her mouth and then pulled her up. Grabbing the condom from where he stashed it when he was taking his jeans off, he quickly rolled it on as he rolled her beneath him.
As he leaned into position, he took a long slow look at her. Her short hair was a mess from his hands, her eyes were so blown they looked solid black, her lips were swollen and darker both from being wrapped around his dick and his hard kisses, her nipples tight and erect, and even in this light he could see that her pussy was glistening. Balancing on an arm, he put the other one behind her neck and gripped.
"Mine," he stated gutturally. As he said it, he surged deep. Rachel immediately shrieked his name, even as she begged him to keep moving and clamped down on him. Gritting his teeth against the urge to just pound until he came, he listened to her body as it told him what it wanted. Pushing her higher and higher, he could feel the nails on his back tighten and draw blood just as he felt the first fluttering of her pussy walls. Gripping her hips tight with his hands, he growled low. Fuck she makes the best noises.
"Oh girl, let me feel it. Let me feel you come all over my dick. Do you know how many times I've thought of this?" Tipping her head back, he made sure she was looking in his eyes then lowered his voice while grinding his pelvis against her clit on each stroke, "Come for me Rachel. Now."
When her eyes slid shut and her entire body went rigid, he let go of his control. She was already so tight and now she was coming so hard it felt like she was strangling his dick. Driving deep over and over he finally slammed forward with a shout as she screamed one last time.
"Holy shit." Happy could feel his entire body trembling. Trying not to crush her, he shifted slightly. He heard her moan and felt her pussy spasm weakly. "Fuck Rachel." Lifting his head from where it had fallen against the side of her head, he looked around and then smiled at her. "Bed's not on fire. Guess we'll have to try again."
Rachel slowly opened her eyes and tried not to laugh, "That's a damn shame. It was such a hardship the first time." Holding back another moan when he slid out and took care of the condom, she lazily pointed at the waste can next to the bed. Eyeing him, she made a decision, "I have tomorrow off, so I don't have to be up early. If you'd rather stay here than ride back, you're more than welcome."
Happy wondered when he had last felt like this. His life wasn't really any different, he knew that. One fuck, even a glorious fuck, doesn't change shit. But he was so damn content right now. Like nothing could bother him. When she told him he could stay, he didn't even think about it. Rolling her on top of him, he tugged the covers down, then let her fall to one side of him, with her mop of messy hair resting on his chest while he covered them up and wrapped his arm back around her hip.
Smiling softly when she felt him drop off into sleep, Rachel pressed a soft kiss to the snake underneath her head. Whispering softly, she said, "Thank you."
Eyes that had opened when she moved, closed again as he smiled.
Next up - Time passes, Rachel makes a mistake, and Gemma eavesdrops