Hello lovely reviewers and readers! This chapter isn't very long, but I think you're gonna like it ;)

Chapter 14

Happy was pissed. He wanted to drop Charlotte off with her family at the clubhouse then go back to the station. Wait until Hale was alone then take him, torture him for a while before killing the prick. He knew all the best places to bury a body. He was sure no one would miss him.

Maybe he should just take her back to Tacoma, he thought. She'd never have to worry about that prick again if they were back home. Did she think of Tacoma as home? Or Charming?

Charlotte was surprised when Happy got on the highway instead of going towards the clubhouse like he had said. She just wrapped her arms a little tighter around him as they picked up speed.

About 15 minutes later Happy pulled off the highway. He turned off his motorcycle but didn't move to get off. He just sat gripping the handlebars then releasing, gripping and releasing.

"Happy?" Charlotte asked, almost a whisper. She loosened her arms from around his waist and brought them to his shoulders. "Are you okay?" When he didn't speak she slipped off the bike to stand next to him, wanting to see his face.

Happy didn't look towards her. He stared off at the ground, seemingly focused on something.

"Happy, what's going on?" she asked, starting to worry.

He finally looked at her, his eyes darker than she'd ever seen them before. "Do you know what I do for the club?" he asked.

Charlotte looked at him for a few moments before nodding. "You're an enforcer," she replied.

He scoffed. "I kill people, Charlotte," he spat. "I kill people and I like it."

She had figured he had killed people, the way Kozik and Tig had joked before. She knew he was a dangerous man, but she had never been afraid of him. She trusted him. "Happy, are you trying to scare me? I'm not afraid of you. I know you'd never hurt me."

"I want to kill that prick cop," he said, finally getting off the bike. "I want to torture him slowly then kill him and bury his body deep underground for fucking touching you."

Charlotte slowly stepped closer to Happy. She slid her hands up his chest until they connected behind his neck. "He doesn't even matter, Happy," she said. "He doesn't get to touch me ever again. The only man I want touching me is you."

Happy stared at her, his arms still at his side. "I got a lot of blood on my hands," he stated.

Charlotte brought her hands up behind his head. "The only thing that scares me Happy," she started, "is how quickly I'm falling for you." His eyes seemed to soften, if only a little.

He brought his hands to her waist, pulling her as close as he could. "I don't think anybody but my ma has ever loved me before," he told her before kissing her forehead.

She shook her head before pulling him down for a real kiss. "I know you don't think that you deserve it, but you deserve to be happy," she said and kissed him again.

Happy lifted her into his arms, his anger dissipating. "I've never felt this way before," he admitted. "I would do anything to make you happy, Charlie."

She smiled. "My dad used to call me that," she said. "I like it."

Happy grinned at her. "It's okay to call you that?" She nodded. He let her down from his arms and walked with her back to the bike. "Still up for that drink?"

She shook her head. "Everyone is back at the clubhouse. I want to be alone with you," she said, bringing his arms back around her.

Happy let out a low growl as she raked her nails over his scalp. "I ain't taking you to a motel the first time," he managed to spit out.

She stood on her tip toes and kissed up the side of his neck. "My mom's house is empty," she said in his ear before biting his earlobe.

He leaned down, kissing her hard. His hands moved from her waist to her ass, squeezing. He pulled her close, pressing his growing hard on against her. "Jesus," he muttered. "You are so fucking sexy."

Charlotte looked up at him, her eyes clouded with desire. "I want you so bad, Happy," she replied.

Happy released her from his grip. "Get on," he ordered as he hopped on. Charlotte jumped on behind him, scooting her pelvis as close to him as she could, before he took off in the opposite direction that they had been going in.

The vibrations of the bike as Happy sped down the highway had Charlotte all hot and bothered. She wanted to touch Happy, explore his body, but stopped herself knowing it would only distract his driving. She had never felt such desire for a man before, not like this.

They had been dating for 3 months and sure there had been some heavy petting, but this was the real deal. She was happy she waited, it made it all the more exciting.

Happy had never been so hard in his life. He sped down the road. He couldn't wait to see Charlotte wriggling beneath him.

They reached the house in record time. Charlotte hopped off the bike, Happy right behind her. She searched for her keys in her purse while he pressed his body against her back, moving her hair to kiss her neck. His hands reached up, finding her breasts.

She let out a moan, leaning back against him. "Oh, Happy," she said, her hands on top of his.

Happy continued his exploration of her breasts, reaching one hand underneath her bra. He teased her nipple between two fingers as he bit down slightly on her ear. "Keys," he muttered, reaching his other hand down until he reached the front of her jeans.

Charlotte dropped her hands from his, trying to focus on finding the keys. She pulled them out and fumbled with the door. "Fuck," she said, frustrated. She finally turned the key and pushed the door in.

They stepped inside and Happy kicked the door closed behind him. He took his hands away from her as she turned to face him. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. "Bedroom?"

She laughed at his caveman like actions. "Upstairs, second door on the left," she said as he began ascending the stairs.