A/N: omg I'm so sorry! I had the craziest week at work last week but I finally got around to finishing the chapter.
Thanks again to my loyal reviewers AngR, Hapsgurl, LJH, docsangel, readtorelax, Emmettluver, darylzdarlin, Katrina, Eowyn, Nelle, Nikole Salvatore, Robin D, and the guests who take the time to review as well. And anyone else I've forgotten!!
This chapter might not flow well as I added to it over the week. However from here we might time jump slightly and some of the requests may be answered in coming chapters hehe
As always please enjoy!!
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The next morning Happy woke up with the sun, and with Molly looking peaceful at his side. She was wrapped up in the comforter with her black hair tousled over the pillows, he breath coming out in an occasional soft snore. He chuckled and tried slowly moving the blankets off so he could get up and ready to go.
Molly's hand shot out and grabbed him before he could get far. "Where do you think you're going big man?" She asked sleepily.
Happy dropped back down and turned over to face her in bed. "To brush my teeth and take a slash. Any problems with that?"
"Nope, you may go. So long as you come right back." She mumbled.
By the time he was done in the bathroom Molly was dancing outside the door ready to burst, but she just ordered him to wait in bed until she had brushed her teeth and relieved herself.
When she was wrapped back up in the heat of her bed with Happy next to her she relaxed again. "I don't want you to go today. I'm only just getting used to having you in bed." She whined.
"You just want a repeat performance of last night." He smirked down at her.
Molly blushed several shades of red and averted her eyes. She couldn't believe how amazing it had felt last night. She was out of control all thanks to Happy. He just knew how to make her body sing and after he'd kept her on the edge for what felt like hours he finally let her go and the release had been other worldly.
"I wouldn't turn it down." She finally muffled through her embarrassment.
Happy reached down to pull her up to face him, turning over so their fronts were touching. "Ain't nothin to be embarrassed about girl. That was the hottest fucking thing I've seen." He slid a hand down her side and traced the band of the clean panties she'd put on before falling asleep. He pushed forward so his lips traced her ear. "Makes my mouth water just thinkin about how good you taste girl."
Molly shuddered involuntarily against him, his words sparking a deep feeling of lust she was beginning to associate only with him. "Happy..."
"Still can't believe no ones done that for you before. Fucking douchebags." He growled. Not really wanting to think about her past lovers but at the same time cursing them for not appreciating what they'd had. She may not get the chance to hold many firsts for him, but at least they could share hers.
"S'pose not all guys are into it. You even said you haven't done it in years so you're one to talk." She snapped the band of his boxers against his hip bone.
"I used to. All the time. Back when I knew how fucking good it felt to make a woman come apart for me." He teased her some more with his fingers.
"What happened?" She asked breathlessly.
Happy pulled back slightly and shrugged. "Over time sex just became a function. Way to pass the time. After a couple of girls fucked me over it became about my pleasure and release and fuck the bitch's."
Molly snorted at his pigheaded attitude. "Whats changed?"
"You."
That was a good enough answer for Molly so rolling him onto his back she slid down his body toward the tent in his boxers.
"Well I'd best repay the favour then, shouldn't I?"
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They were down the clubhouse early enough that breakfast was still being served, despite their extra bedroom antics that morning. Jax was currently giving Happy the low down of what was to happen with Molly while he was gone. It wouldn't usually matter who the club was running surveillance on but this time it was different.
The club had originally wanted to keep Molly under watch in case Kyle came back and she could lead them to him. Now it was because she was Happy's girl.
Molly was hanging over near his bike, waiting for him. He glanced over at her occasionally while he and Jax talked and after a few more minutes they shared a bro hug and Happy made his way over to her.
Walking across the lot to his girl was comforting in one way but scary in another. Her glowing smile made him want to come back here, he was happy for once to have someone to come back to. But at the same time it made him nervous. He was going on a tough gig, dangerous, and he didn't want any distractions. It made him twitchy.
However, he pushed that to the side, for now, and took her in his arms, pushing a fierce kiss against her lips.
"Be safe, yeah?" She patted his kutte.
"Always am." He smirked. With a last, quick, kiss he swung a leg over his bike and revved the throttle a few times.
With one last smile at Molly he took off out the lot and down the street. Leaving Molly to her own devices and wondering what trouble he'd come back with.
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The next few days went by quickly for Happy. He was busy with the job Quinn had him on. Someone had been siphoning money from the SAMRENO charter's strip club. They had managed to figure out it was either someone in the strip clubs management or in the club. After having their VP speak with Quinn's Nomad Intelligence Officer they'd narrowed it down to a particular club member. It was now Happy's job to watch him and figure out a way to take him out on the down low. And Happy was good at doing things on the DL.
Only the SAMRENO pres and VP knew Happy was here to take out this particular threat. They had narrowed it down to one particular member and wanted Happy in to do the rest. The member in question was the SAMRENO SAA's cousin. So they figured it would have been a bit too difficult to ask him to deal with it. The stupid thing was he wasn't even stealing that much money, just enough for it to go relatively under the radar but enough for him to keep comfortable. However, he was stealing from the club. And that was that in Happy's mind.
Happy had no issues with taking him out. He'd been given a week but had decided he didn't need it. Sitting in an old bomb of a car the club had sourced him Happy kept eyes on the member, he had nothing much going for him outside the club so he had the plan in his mind. Now he just had to action it.
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Molly had only had one text from Happy since he arrived in Nevada.
Got here safe.
She stared at the 3 little words on her screen for the hundredth time in the last two days and frowned. That was it. All she got. 1 sentence. 3 words. 11 letters. Then nothing but radio silence. She didn't even know where in Nevada he was. Just that he was in that state and would be for a week. Or so. He said he'd be there as long as the job took, but Quinn figured roughly around a week.
So she moped around the house, around the office at TM, and even in her first class of the semester. Poor Juice had to come with her and hang outside the college till she was done in class. Then he'd been told to sleep at hers after. Molly had felt bad for Frankie seeing as it was the second night in a row he was with her so she texted Frankie to come spend the night. Molly thought it would be nice to have some more female company, seeing as she didn't have many friends. Sure Juice was around and was her friend but she couldn't very well talk to him about Happy stuff. Firstly because he was a brother, but secondly because Juice was such a guy about these things and 'girl talk' usually just earned an eye role from him.
Molly knew she could talk to Tara or Donna any time but they both were older than Molly, were at different stages in life to her, and had very different opinions of the club. So having a friendship with Frankie could come in handy, though she knew she had to convince her there was nothing untoward going on with Juice first.
So after her shift at TM Molly spun past the shops to grab some stuff for dinner and wine for her and Frankie. Juice already had a supply of beer he brought over last night. She'd still been avoiding Gregor's and had been either shopping at the 24 hour mini mart near the clubhouse or going to Lodi for her groceries. So tonight it was oven pizza on the menu. She figured her guests wouldn't care given they'd probably smoke a bunch of weed, drink, and watch a movie... well that was Molly's plan at least.
One good thing about radio silence with Happy was Molly was definitely getting a lot of time to think about where she wanted the relationship to go. The Run Rules would be the first thing to go when she had a proper chat with Happy. If he decided they wanted to move this to Old Man/Old Lady level that shit would be locked down. Then if he was on runs he needed to call her or something because she didn't think she could take much longer without hearing from him. It was strange, their relationship had progressed slowly from mere acquaintances to this level of connection despite the fact they hadn't seen each other on the regular the entire time. Happy had come and gone those first couple months but when he was here they just clicked, their 6 month diversion had been unfortunate but the fact they could come back from that now and be together despite everything was testament to their organic connection.
Juice had tailed her home from TM and the mini mart and Frankie was busy waiting in Molly's drive when they got back. Molly greeted Frankie and then left her and Juice to their own 'private' greeting while she opened up and went in to flick the oven on. By the time she'd sorted drinks the couple had managed to find their way to her living room.
"Thanks for having me Molly." Frankie smiled as Molly handed her a drink.
"Any time. Least I can do seeing as Juice has to babysit my ass. Doesn't mean we can't have fun and you guys can't hang together." Molly shrugged.
Molly and Frankie made themselves comfortable on the sofa and started chatting while Juice rolled his eyes and flopped into the recliner. He got bored with their club gossip about crow eaters and decided to light a spliff instead and focus on the movie playing on the tv.
"So how's things with Happy? I didn't get much of a chance to talk to you since the other night." She eyed Molly. "I am sorry for that by the way. I didn't mean it the way it came out."
Molly smiled at Frankie, easing some of the other girl's guilt. "I understand. It's ok. I was pretty pissed but we talked about it and compromised for now." Juice groaned, bored of the relationship talk he headed out to the back porch to smoke and drink some more.
"Compromise how?" Frankie was curious how others did relationships in the MC. She wanted to know what she could do in regards to Juice, how much leeway she'd have with him in regards to club rules and etiquette.
"He's gunna try keeping it to road head. He needs to come back and still be able to tell me, with a clear conscience, that I'm the only one." Molly shrugged and ran a fingertip around the edge of her wine glass.
"That's good I suppose." Frankie smiled.
"For now. He said it was more of an Old Man/Old Lady talk, so I've figured I'll pin it down when we get to that level."
"Sounds fair." Frankie decided. "And where are you at with the whole Kyle thing?"
"I'm over it. Not thinking about him any more. I'm past that shit. I think it'll take a while to get over the lasting effects, although I wasn't scared, much, to stand up to Happy the other night. About how I want to be treated."
"Good on you."
Molly was quiet for a moment and seeing as Juice was still outside she decided to turn the tables on Frankie. "How's things with Juice?"
Frankie looked over her shoulder towards the door before answering. "Really good." She pretty much had hearts in her eyes, which made Molly smile. "He's such a sweetheart. And for some unknown reason he seems to be able to look past me having been a crow eater."
Molly patted Frankie's arm. "Because he is a sweetheart. He really likes you and feelings like that... well, they overrule everything else." She was quiet for a second. "What made you be a crow eater anyway?" Molly had always wondered, Frankie seemed like a sweet girl, had a responsible job, good head on her shoulders. It threw Molly because she'd always just assumed the girls that came to the clubhouse were damaged in some way. Like her.
Frankie cleared her throat softly. "I had a really abusive ex, when we broke up I kept to myself a lot. He'd harass me from time to time and a friend of mine had been going to SAMCRO parties and dragged me along. It was partly some misguided attempt at trying to overcome my male trust issues, and partly because I knew they offered protection to the girls that made me stay."
"Well I'm glad you did. And I'm sure Juice is too. You've really caught him I think. He's falling hard. And you're really nice so I'm glad you found each other."
Frankie was dying to know something. She'd asked Juice and he told her his answer but she still somewhat suspected something and figured Molly would tell her the truth, or give something away.
"Have you and Juice ever... y'know?" She asked awkwardly.
Molly bit back a smile. "No. We're just friends. Really good friends but nothing more. He kinda has a similar personality to my late brother and I guess we just hit it off. But it's totally platonic, he's like a replacement big brother for me."
Frankie exhaled a breath she'd held in. "Sorry. I just had to ask."
"Don't be." Molly put her, now empty, glass on the coffee table. "Now, lets get this pizza and quit the gossip, let poor Juicy back in the house."
Frankie chuckled. "He's probably high as a motherfucker now trying to get away from us."
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Happy finally had the job done. He got the info he needed for Hench, the SAMRENO pres, and the double crosser was no more. So he headed back to the Reno clubhouse for a much needed beer.
He filled Hench in on what he needed to know and was quickly thanked and told to enjoy their hospitality once again. So Happy surveyed the clubhouse he knew well.
To one side of the cavernous warehouse was a bar, brothers milling around drinking, women leaned up against it. To the other side was a row of old sofas, a few men and their women sitting on there enjoying the music. But the centre feature of the Reno clubhouse was a stripper stage, smack bang in the centre of the action. Of course the Nevada charters ran some of the best strip joints in the state. The prided themselves on sourcing the finest dancers and paid them well. The girls couldn't do drugs, prostitute, had to look after themselves, and of course were all of age and sound mind. Unlike some of the other MCs who ran underage girls and prostituted them out. Happy shuddered, glad his brothers would never think of doing such a thing.
On the stage at the moment was a familiar blond, Happy sure he had spent time with her the last time he'd been here. He appreciated her moves for a few seconds then shook his head. He meandered over to the bar and was immediately served a glass full of quality whisky, couldn't complain, and made his way over to the SAMRENO VP's group. He got on well with Jace and enjoyed his company so he'd stay and hang for a bit before calling Quinn and heading off to his dorm.
"How goes it brother?" Jace asked as he clasped Happy's shoulder. Jace was younger than Happy, but tall, built, with shaggy brown hair. Kinda reminded him of Opie in a way. But he was smart as a whip and made an excellent VP despite his age.
"All good. Clean up is done brother." Happy sipped his whisky.
A brief look of pain flashed across Jace's face, obviously cut up about losing a brother, but he covered it well. "Thanks man, sorry we had to drag you out here."
"S'all Good. What I do." Happy shrugged. "The others know yet?" He grunted.
Jace shook his head. "Nah, Hench is gunna wait till morning church, tell em then."
Happy nodded and Jace opened up the group some as he and Happy joined in the conversation. It wasn't long before people started getting rowdier and the girls started paying more attention to them. It was getting late now and most would be looking for a partner to warm their bed for the night.
Happy was considering his options. He wasn't really all that horny, so he figured he could do without. He'd been the last few nights without even a chance to think about sex never mind action it. He'd barely had the chance to talk to Molly and when he thought about even getting head when he hadn't even called her yet he felt a heavy pit settle in his stomach.
Axel, the Reno SAA, was coming over with a couple of girls, one being the familiar blond from earlier. Happy had his mind made up though and was getting ready to head to the dorm they'd given him when Axel approached.
"Hey Hap my man!" He slurred his greeting to Happy, the sound of his voice always grating in Happy's ears.
"Axel." He nodded.
"Wanna get in on this brother? Quality pussy right here." He nudged the blond over to Happy who shrugged her off.
"We had fun last time you were here baby..." she trailed her fingertip seductively down Happy's arm.
"I'm good." He gave her a stern look and she raised her hands and backed off to Axel again.
Axel chortled and gave Happy a raised brow. "You're turning down pussy? What the fuck's happened?"
Happy shrugged. "Got a girl." He downed the last of his drink and stood to leave the group, but Axel's laughing stopped him. Turning to face him again with contempt he met Axel's amused look head on. "Problem?"
Axel shrugged. "Just didn't think I'd see the day you'd pussy out of some fun with these bitches."
The group of surrounding brothers sucked in a collective gasp, some shaking their heads at their SAA's mistake in calling out Happy.
"You callin me a pussy? After I come up here twice in 6 weeks to bail your pussy ass outta situations you shoulda been able to handle?" He stepped forward toward Axel, who started looking suitably worried.
"Nah, just having a laugh brother. It's all good." He backed up.
"Damn right it is." He turned to the group. "Anyone else has any worries that I'm pussying out just meet me in the ring and I'll set you straight." He goaded Axel. "No takers?" He looked around the group. "Cool. Well I'll leave you to it, brother." He smacked Axel's back and left towards the back dorms, hearing the other brothers calling Axel a dickhead as he left.
It was fucking annoying that Axel had the gall to question Happy's masculinity over such a trivial situation. However this is what he'd worried about and what he'd meant when he was talking to Molly that night. It's how shit was in their world. Give the men a second to doubt your strength and they would. Happy's ability to do his job properly as Enforcer relied on him creating a healthy fear amongst his brothers. With that gone he'd be open to someone usurping his authority. He just hoped Molly got the seriousness of this before he had to start defending himself in every charter down the west coast.
He couldn't blame Axel. Last time he was here, 6 weeks ago, he'd been trying to forget Molly after seeing her with Kyle. So he'd fucked every bitch he could, in the bar, on the sofas, he'd even had a dancer blow him while Hench fucked her. Shit was crazy. But at the time he was trying to forget Molly and move on, so he didn't really blame Axel for confusing it.
Happy opened the door to the dorm he'd been given and hung his kutte on the hook by the door before kicking off his boots. Flopping down on his bed he looked over at the time. It was a little after midnight. He'd put off calling Molly, he had been busy but he'd also wanted to give her space. But after his run in with Axel he wanted to hear her voice. Prove to himself it was all worth it.
The phone rang a few times before she picked it up, her answer soft over the crackly line. "Happy?"
"S'me babe. How's things?" He rasped as he settled on the bed, throwing his tshirt onto the chair.
Molly still whispered her response. "Good, just tired. Surprised I'm hearing from you really."
"Why you whispering?" He barked, thinking maybe something was going on.
Molly sighed but spoke normally seeing as he was getting agitated. "I have Juice tailing me while you're gone, I invited Frankie over seeing as I felt bad for them spending time apart thanks to me. But they're fucking in the guest bedroom and I didn't want them to know I was awake."
Happy laughed at her flustered explanation. "What would they care if you're awake?"
"I dunno." Molly mumbled. "It's weird hearing other people have sex. And I know them. It's just creepy."
Happy chuckled again, finding her innocence endearing. "Wish I was there fucking you." He rasped seriously all of a sudden.
Molly's breath hitched when she heard the arousal in his voice. "You do?"
"Yeah I fucking do. Don't you?"
Molly gulped. "Yeah... I guess." Never having had phone sex before she was a bit embarrassed.
"You guess? I fucking know you do girl. I know this is the best dick you've had and I know you crave it." His voice was hoarse and thick as it crackled down the phone.
"Shit Happy..." Molly whispered.
"You know I can't wait to get home to you, I haven't touched anyone since I came here."
"You haven't?" Molly was surprised. She figured someone as sexual as Happy wouldn't have been able to resist. She knew what the clubhouses were like.
"Nope. All I can think about is you. You thinking about me?"
"All the time big man."
Happy chuckled raspily. "What do you think about?"
"You in my bed." She said boldly.
"What am I doing in your bed?" He shuffled so he was more comfortable on his hard dorm room bed, wishing more than anything he was in her plush queen size.
"You know..." she was back to being shy again.
"Shy are we? How about I tell you what I'll be doing in that bed when I get back..."
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The end of his week away couldn't come quick enough for Happy. He'd helped the club tie up loose ends, including calming down a pissed off Axel after he found out about his cousin's demise at the hands of Happy. Finally Quinn and Hench gave him the green light to head back to Charming. The $8k in his pocket was a fucking blessing for him right now. His aunt had said she needed more money for the outpatient care but that his ma was doing well with it, which was a relief, so he'd pay whatever was needed to keep it going.
Of all things Happy just wanted his ma to be safe. He'd come to terms with the fact she'd never be normal, never be emotionally connected to this planet, but he didn't want her dying in some jumped up drug dealers house as a worn out junkie. So he'd do whatever it took to provide her with adequate healthcare and support. He'd never be able to pay his aunt back for her help but he could ensure she didn't want for anything.
Then there was Molly. He wanted to provide her with the same security. If she was to become his Old Lady, which is where he saw this thing going, he needed to be able to take care of her, provide for her and make sure she wasn't left wanting either. It was a lot of pressure to put on himself but it was pressure he wanted. It felt good to be looking after her and have her look after him in return. For the first time he had someone who seemed to understand him, his dark, soulless, life and accept it. And he didn't want to let that go.
Molly was at class when he got back that evening so his first stop was to the clubhouse to deliver his transfer papers to Clay. Quinn was sad to see him leave but both Clay and Happy promised him Happy would be made available for jobs if Quinn needed his brand of 'expertise'. Which suited Happy just fine.
Rolling into the SAMCRO lot Happy noticed his brothers' bikes all lined up. They must all be in church. So he grabbed the papers out of his saddlebags and stalked over to the clubhouse, lighting up a smoke as he went.
"Happy my man!" Chibs greeted with a holler as Happy entered the clubhouse.
"Just who we were waiting on!" Tig yelled.
"Got your papers?" Jax asked with outstretched hand. Happy nodded and passed them over. "Then let's vote!"
"Boy are we excited to have you here." Chibs slung an arm round his neck as they corralled him into the chapel.
"It'll be good to hang around for a while." Happy agreed as Chibs ushered him to his seat.
Clay called order to the group as they all murmured about different things. He slammed the gavel on the table once and everyone's eyes flicked to him.
"So, only order of business tonight is a transfer." He smiled over at Happy. "Our illustrious Nomad brother wants to call SAMCRO home, he's got his papers here and the Nomads have voted to release so now we just need to vote on whether he stays." Clay looked at each one of his brothers briefly. "I don't think I need to explain what an asset Happy will be to our charter so unless anyone has any questions we should put this to a vote." Clay waited expectantly for any questions. When he had none he nodded. "All those in favour of Happy's transfer?"
Every hand at the table raised and Happy grinned as he nodded his thanks to his brothers.
"Done. Welcome to Redwood brother." Clay stood and the other men around the table clapped and slapped the table top.
Clay was the first to give Happy a welcoming hug but Jax and the rest soon followed as Clay grabbed some redwood patches and a rocker for Happy's kutte. Placing them in Happy's hand he squeezed his shoulder.
"Get them on for tomorrow morning and have Gemma and Molly roster you in for TM. Jax will sort you shifts for Diosa and Bobby will put you on the run roster as well. Good to have you here brother."
"Thanks Clay. Appreciate it." Happy couldn't wipe the genuine smile off his face. He'd never thought he'd actually be happy to settle back down in the one spot. He'd spent many years in Tacoma but eventually the pull of the road got to be too much, the freedom of the Nomad lifestyle called him. But these days it was different. His last stint in jail settled it for him.
"So... party tomorrow night?" Jax crowed.
"Hell yeah!" Came the resounding response.
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Happy hung around for a couple drinks but eventually headed back over to Molly's so he could rest up and change his patches and rocker. He was thankful Molly had given him a key so he could make himself at home.
After a quick shower to wash the road off him he pulled his basic sewing kit from his saddlebag. After slicing off the old patches with his k-bar he laid them on the bedside table.
Starting with the 'California' rocker he stitched the patches on. It was hard getting the rocker centred but the 'Redwood Original' patches on his left breast were easy. When he was done he laid it on the bed and had a good look. He wore the 'Men of Mayhem' and 'Unholy Ones' on his right breast, both proof of how far he'd go to serve his club. His loyalty was proudly on display for all to see. Brothers would see those patches and shudder. A few wore 'Men of Mayhem' but the 'Unholy Ones' were few and far between. Really the only people who knew the extent of that patch were the charter presidents who would award it, however rumours abound among the rest of the patched members and people could only guess what act would be awarded above and beyond the 'Men of Mayhem' patch.
Happy heard the Prospect's bike before he heard Molly's car pull into the driveway. He shrugged his kutte on over his tshirt and moved to the living room to welcome his girl home, or for her to welcome him home really.
Molly bounced in the door with an ecstatic smile, book bag slung to the floor. "You're home!" She bounced over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I missed you big man." She mumbled into his neck as Happy's hands roamed her back down to her ass.
When Half Sack popped his head in the door Happy immediately dismissed him before releasing Molly and quickly locking the door behind him.
"Fuck girl you have no idea the case of blue balls I got right now." He joked.
"You're so romantic Hap." She scowled and quickly hung her book bag up properly and shucking her shoes.
"It's been said." He smirked. "Come on then, what are you waiting for?" He looked pointedly at her chest before running his eyes up and down her body.
Molly smirked and slowly peeled off the college's scrub top she had to wear for her tutorial class. Happy's eyes took in her ample cleavage stuffed into a peach lacy bra, one that complimented her fair skin. When his eyes snapped back up to hers her green orbs were glinting with mischief.
Moving backwards towards the hallway that led to the bedrooms Molly slowly pushed down the waistband of her matching scrub pants, revealing the matching bikini briefs and Happy ran for her.
Molly squealed in delight as he pinned her against the wall, his knee between her thighs so her crotch rested on the hard muscle. She moaned as he claimed her mouth and his hands roamed her skin. Molly shamelessly rubbed herself against him and tugged at his kutte, wanting nothing more than to run her hands over his bare chest.
"Notice anything?" He asked as her fingertips ran over the patches.
Molly leaned out of his grasp so she could look him over, no noticeable bruises, no fresh ink that she could see, she didn't know what he was referring to. Eventually he rolled his eyes and turned around.
Molly's eyes were immediately drawn to the crisp white of his new bottom rocker, running her fingers delicately over the lettering she looked up at his turned cheek.
"You're SAMCRO? Already?"
Happy turned back and resumed his previous position against her body. "Couldn't wait any longer."
Molly pushed against him as she pulled him closer and sucked his bottom lip between hers. She kissed down his jaw toward his neck.
"That's awesome." She mumbled against his skin, lips dancing over his Adam's apple. "And?"
Happy gulped as he moved his lips down towards hers, meeting her gaze he smiled slightly. "You're still the only one."