It's been a loooong time coming, and I don't want to get your hopes up but thinking I'll post again soon, but I had some inspiration to continue and I figured I owed you guys. Enjoy and hopefully till soon
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Saturday morning came around sooner than Natalie would have liked, but she was glad she wasn't sporting a hangover. At the same time, it made her sad that she hadn't gotten herself completely wasted last night, because then chances would be she wouldn't actually remember how disappointing the night had been.
Deciding not to let her frustrations with the lack of some decent sex mess with her day or mood, Natalie decided to get up out of bed and go to the clubhouse and work out in the gym.
After a quick breakfast and two cups of coffee, she put on her workout gear and grabbed her mp3 player for her run. Natalie needed to work off these frustrations, and she figured that asking a member of the club to do her hard was not really an option, even though she wanted to bet a million bucks they would all be more than willing. Her mind started to wander, and she realized too late that she also wouldn't mind betting on Happy being able to give her the ride of a lifetime.
She quickly disposed of those thoughts and stepped outside the house. It was later than her usual run time, which meant that it would also be warmer. That would just result in her being more tired, which was exactly what she had wanted anyway. Without wasting any more time, Natalie started her jog.
She decided to alter her route a little, as her gut seemed to go against the idea of running her usual, more isolated route. Natalie felt it was best to stay among the masses today, although she wasn't exactly sure why. 15 minutes later she was jogging along the busy main street that was bustling with life. When she noticed the diner across the street, she saw Jax, Clay, Bobby, and Tig talking to a couple of men she'd seen around town every now and then. Tig noticed her and sent her a wave and a quick smile, to which she only responded with a brief nod.
Half an hour later she made it to the clubhouse, where she immediately dove into the ring. Chibs and her had made a training schedule she could keep up while he wasn't there to help her train. Today's agenda held footwork and strength training. She had to ensure she was keeping her tread light, keep agile in the ring.
Picking up a jump rope, Natalie started her routine. Fast, slow, fast, slow, moving around the ring. Soon she was completely zoned into the workout, her mind tuning in the autopilot that only came after dozens of repetitions. The rumbling of motorcycles arriving on the lot let her know some of SAMCRO had returned, likely the guys at the diner she had run past. She knew they were watching her, but she was relieved they walked towards the garage. Juice came walking out of the clubhouse with some maps and other paperwork and Natalie understood that the club had business that needed to be taken care of.
In the 8 or 9 weeks Natalie had been in Charming, she had thought that the life of these biker boys was surprisingly quaint. Yes, the men were rough, but for a group of criminals dealing in illegal weapons, everything had gone pretty smoothly, or at least as far as she could tell. She liked that. It meant that the club could take care of business and secure its position in the market. The general atmosphere had been overwhelmingly light hearted, not as dark and gloomy as she had originally expected. However, she noticed that Juice had a stressed look on his face, so she wondered if anything was up.
Natalie nipped that spark of curiosity in the butt. She was well aware the club still didn't completely trust her, so asking questions would only be a good idea if she wanted to get interrogated by Clay.
In an attempt to refocus her attention to the ring she was currently standing in, Natalie turned her back to the garage. Giving up on the jump rope, she moved on to her footwork practice. The combination of her forced focus and uncovered back granted Happy the opportunity 10 minutes later to walk up on her from behind, but kept outside the ring, hanging his arms up high on the ropes as he studied her
He was going back to Tacoma the next day, because Lee needed him to ensure a payment would be made to the club on time. He realized he hadn't annoyed the boxer yet, and for some reason he felt tempted to make her angry again. That shit would get him off for sure later that night, imagining her all wound up.
Clay had told Happy that the club didn't need him tonight. Happy had protested, knowing that they would be doing a protection run for Unser, but Clay refused, letting him know that he didn't want to over use the club's enforcer if not necessary. Basically, Clay gave Happy the go-ahead to drink and fuck himself into oblivion tonight, and who was Happy to deny such an order from the prez. But the drinking could wait until after he managed to get under that hot bitch's skin. Or maybe even under her.
Happy kept watching her from a distance while the rest of his brothers all rode out. She was good, he had to admit. Stamina, technique, strength; years of hard work had paid off. His face and gut stood testament for that a while back.
Her toned body kept moving repetitively as she was practicing step combinations. He would never admit it to anybody, but Happy respected her dedication to boxing. Didn't hurt that it made her physique as appealing as it was. In that moment, Happy made a decision: he would get her to want to fuck him and he would oblige.
Happy usually had no problem getting women, no tricks necessary to get a pair of lips around his dick. Mostly the women were convenient, a means to scratch an itch. He hadn't wanted to fuck a woman like he wanted to fuck Natalie in a while and it annoyed him slightly. As much as he wanted to get underneath her skin and annoy he, he was increasingly aware of the fact that she was getting under his skin as well. Probably because she's not been readily available to me, Happy thought.
Thinking of ways to spook or annoy her, he thought she would probably head to the gym next. Thinking back to the last time they trained in the gym, Happy realised she never actually declined his invite for a shower. Grinning that the option was still on the table somewhat, he made to the gym. He needed a workout anyway and he knew it would piss her off if she had to share the room.
His expectations were met when she entered the room 15 minutes later. Natalie tensed when she saw Happy in the gym, she hadn't expected him to be there. Since they awkwardly apologized to each other – she more than him – over a month ago, they hadn't spoken a word.
Sweating and shirtless, sitting down on one of the benches with a dumbbell in his right arm, Happy looked pretty sexy. From a distance he was relatively easy to ignore, but from up close, where she could see his toned body, his glorious ink covering him and his flexing muscles, it was a lot more difficult. Pearls of sweat were covering him, adding to the allure of him. Natalie had to pry her eyes off of him, before he caught her staring.
Happy in the meantime was hyper aware of her presence and the fact that he caught her off guard. Good, he thought to himself, she should be uncomfortable around me. Continuing his exercise he pretended to ignore her, which Natalie was totally okay with. Maybe silence between them would be the safest option.
Actually, she thought to herself, the safest option would be for her to remove herself from the situation. But refusing to change her daily routine because of him and always up to a challenge, Natalie continued her way to the other bench in the room, which thankfully was some distance away from Happy.
As Natalie got started, slightly irritated by the fact that Happy was intruding on her routine, she focused some of her energy on figuring out a way to annoy him back. Eying the weights that she needed in a bit that were right besides Happy, she realised she had to pass him to get to the weights.
Blame it on the lack of satisfaction from last night or her lack of sleep or whatever, but she couldn't help but want to annoy him and turn him on at the same time. See how he would respond, what kind of reaction she could get out of him.
After she finished her first set of push ups, she took two seconds to watch Happy's back. He was working on his left arm now and she could see his shoulder muscles moving with each repetition. He was giving her a bit of a show it seemed, she should only return the favor.
She walked over to Happy, still with his back towards her, the weights on his left. She could have easily moved to the left behind him, ignoring him and picking op the weights she wanted. But instead she moved to the right and stepped around Happy, but only as far as half the distance she needed to cover to reach the weights.
Bending over to where the rack of weights stood, Natalie closed the distance between her hands and the dumbbell she had her eyes on, while giving Happy a glorious view of her own rack. He couldn't ignore this blatant move and a grunt escaped his throat. That sound, together with feeling his breath on her bosom sent a want down her belly she hadn't anticipated.
She grinned, first to herself and then back at Happy, whose dark stare made its way to her face. She dragged out her movement slowly as she picked up one dumbbell, walked back to her spot and put it down, only to walk back to Happy and repeat her moved.
"Watch it, girl. You're playing with fire." He stated lowly, dangerously. Happy had enjoyed the view, a lot and he could feel she liked his response. She knew exactly what she was doing and it really turned him on.
While some nasty ass shit had come from his mouth, Natalie couldn't help but enjoy those words he'd said. "Well maybe the pain is worth it," she teased back. She was sure she would like his burn a whole lot, especially in comparison to last night's conquest. He grunted again, setting down the weight next to him. He stood up, his tall frame towering over her as he took the dumbbell she was carrying out of her hands and practically tossed it across the room. Their eyes met, looking at each other defiantly and not breaking contact.
She smirked, she was definitely getting him riled up.
That smirk on her face nearly did it for him, he wanted to make the cocky bitch pay for her demeanor towards him. She wasn't respectful of Happy, turning him down at every point, which only infuriated him more. She was a fucking tease and he knew exactly what he could to shut her up.
He took one slow step towards her and her eyes followed his. While she had to acknowledge this brooding look of his was an incredible turn on, she also remembered who he was and why she was doing this.
She realized she was holding her breath, enhancing the tense situation with this tall dark and handsome man in front of her. As she exhaled she also blinked. In that instant, Happy closed the gap between them, grabbed her by her waist and pulled her flush against him. His right hand lingered on her flat stomach, his thumb rubbing the skin around her belly button while his mouth moved to her left ear.
Taking a sharp breath at the sensation that he sent down her spine, she couldn't help but cloth her eyes in surprise and exhale against his neck.
"I know what you're doing," he said quietly in a dark whisper in her ear, his thumb still running across her abs. "And it ain't working."
With that, Happy left barely before Natalie opened her eyes in shock. A breath stuck in her throat and a tingling sensation down below she let out a laugh she didn't know she was holding. She had been right about one thing, Happy probably could really fuck her brains out.
Outside in the hallway Happy needed two seconds to regain conscious thought. Leaning with one fist against the wall while lowering his head and sucking in large gasps of air, he realized it had taken every inch of will power to make that power move. But it had been worth it, because if he hadn't been mistaken she was just as turned on as he was.
She would be begging to fuck him soon enough. He quickly left the hallway to his dorm, before she would come out after him and see him catch his breath. He needed to wet his dick, badly, but no croweaters could be found at the club house now. They would all have left on their walk of shames or run errands for Gemma. So he had make due by himself in the shower.
Happy wasn't used to having to work for pussy, but if the build up was always this intense, it may well be worth it to pursue more often. He could only image the release he would feel once inside Natalie and it was that thought that helped him release his tension while showering.
As soon as Natalie regained a steady breath in the gym, she grabbed her water bottle, flipped off the cap and splashed its full contents in her face. That had been intense and in all honesty, she had enjoyed every second of it. She made a decision then: Happy wanted to fuck her and she was going to let him.