...two hours later
His eyes quickly opened, instantly scanning the room, before looking down at her still wrapped in his arms. Recognizing the sound of a car door shutting, he slipped out of bed, getting to the bedroom window in time to see a man walk into the back entrance of the Cigar Store down below. With the dark of night and a poorly lit alley, he couldn't determine who he had just seen, but he felt confident it wasn't Weston, the man's build wasn't right. Rolling his neck to ease the tension from it, he turned back toward the bed as he watched her sleep. Climbing back in, he pulled her toward him, feeling her hands slide over his chest.
She knew he wasn't asleep. He had been awake since he got up thirty minutes ago as he had been tracing her spine after he got back in the bed. He felt tense and his arms were tighter around her than usual. She could almost feel his eyes staring up at the ceiling as his hand went up and down her bare back. The night had been one surprise after another but to her own amazement, she currently felt completely at ease, her mind not worrying about her ex showing up, an upcoming date with man she didn't know or the fact that she had been drug into a storage closet to hide from a child rapist. She was content and very satisfied. He had definitely took her mind off of the day and had replaced it with two orgasms. Feeling his chest underneath her fingers, she started tracing the snake tattoo that covered his upper torso, inching her way lower on his body. She felt his muscles tighten under her touch as his hand stilled just for a second over her back. With just her middle finger, she traced his entire length, circling the tip feeling him twitch slightly. The second pass was with two fingers, following the same path as the first, now feeling his arm wrapped back around her waist. Just touching him was causing her own body to become alive. Running her hand over his stomach, she heard a low growl escape his lips. Slipping down lower, she gently took his entire cock in her hand and started stroking him, from base to tip, already feeling pre-cum form. Tightening her hand she kept stroking him as his hands made their way to her ass, squeezing her.
He was still pissed about not finding Weston earlier tonight, but at the present moment he didn't give a fuck about that bastard. The only thing he could focus on right now was her hand and how much he didn't want her to stop. After waking up to the sound of a car door shutting, he couldn't go back to sleep. His mind kept focusing on the fact that Weston had been in her building, on her floor and too fucking close to her. He had thought she was asleep until he felt her hand start moving on his chest. He pulled her closer to him as he felt her thumb circle his head, causing him to moan.
"Olivia..." his voice almost pleading.
She had his attention and she planned on taking full advantage. With her hand still stroking him, her lips began kissing across his chest, stopping to swirl her tongue around his nipples then slowly making her way up to his face. Using her tongue to lick across the tattoo covering his collar bone, she licked around his neck, before sucking his earlobe into her mouth, earning another groan in response.
"Happy?" before retracing the path she had just followed, moving around to the other side.
"hmm."
"You feel tense." her face now just inches above his. "Can I try and make it better?" she asked as her tongue traced his bottom lip.
"Fuck yes!" he responded feeling her move her body on top of his.
She slowly straddled herself across his body, purposely keeping herself just above his cock. Using her hands to rub up and down on his chest, she leaned forward finding his lips with hers. She kissed him slowly, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth. Pulling back just enough to see his face, she kissed him again, this time, her tongue seeking his as she felt his hands gripping her ass. The ache between her legs was overwhelming knowing how good this man felt inside of her but she couldn't stop kissing him. Her hands now held his face as she felt him start to take over, her body melting into his. Pulling back slowly, she sat back up as they stared at each other, his hands now cupping both of her breasts, as his thumbs rubbed over her nipples. She slid her body back just enough to make contact. With her eyes locked onto his, she rubbed her core up and down his cock, the friction making her close her eyes in pleasure. Repeating the same action a few more times, she couldn't wait any longer. Raising up on her knees, she guided him to her as she gently lowered herself on him.
He wanted to impale her onto him, but he didn't want to hurt her. With the moonlight shining in the window, his eyes followed his hands as he fondled her breasts, pinching her nipples and now were squeezing her ass as he watched her slowly slide down on his cock. Her hands were braced on his stomach as she moved up and down just over his tip.
Ever so slowly she took more of him inside her, continuing to move up and down as she rotated her hips slightly feeling her body stretch to take him. She was already sore from earlier, but it felt too good to stop. A slight raise of his hips caused her to slide further down his hard cock as she threw her head back at the intense pleasure. Between the feel of him inside of her and his hands on her breasts, her orgasm was well on its way. She shivered as she heard him growl, pushing herself lower onto him. Her movements remained steady as she felt him slip completely inside of her.
Using his strong upper body strength, he quickly raised up wrapping his arms around her, preventing her from moving while holding her in place. He had just watched as she slowly took every inch of him inside of her and the slightest movement was going to cause him to shoot his load, and he wasn't about ready for this to be over. Getting control over his own body, he could feel her inner muscles squeezing him. "Don't move..." he pleaded needing a second to control himself at the same time he felt her roll her hips, their bodies joined tightly together. "Baby..." his words stopped as her mouth covered his and he felt her movements resume.
She altered between slow and deep to lifting herself almost completely off of him and only riding his tip. Looking down at him as he stared back up at her was almost too much. Closing her eyes, she lowered herself all the way back down and started a slow steady rhythm with him buried deep inside of her. Running her hands up his chest, she leaned forward and traced his lips with her tongue and she continued to ride him. Feeling his tongue slip outside his mouth, she lightly sucked on it and pulled back, urging him to follow. Now sitting face to face, she wrapped her legs around his waist as she felt him thrust up into her.
"Happppppyyyy." she moaned feeling him slide deeper inside of her as his lips sucked on her ear. Turning her head, she started kissing him, pushing her tongue deep inside of his mouth, almost mimicking what his cock was doing inside of her. "Don't stop." she whispered before continuing to kiss him.
Any minute he was going to explode, but he had to hold off. Gripping her ass cheeks with both hands, he pulled her to him as he thrust hard up into her. Hearing her whimper, only made him harder. Steadily thrusting into her over and over again as she would grind herself against him, he felt her walls tighten as she came, her walls clamping down on his engorged cock. "That's it baby...let me feel you cum." he whispered as their foreheads touched. With her body still tingling, he managed to flip them, staying buried inside of her. Raising up on his forearms, he looked down where they were joined and pulled out so that he was just barely inside of her.
"Hmmmmm" she moaned feeling him push in and out of her with just his tip. It was too much, it almost tickled as he was now teasing her. "Happy, please..." she pleaded, the feeling simply too intense for words as she reached her arms out trying to pull him to her.
Her voice did him in. Grabbing her hands in his, he lowered himself over her, pushing her hands above her head as he interlaced their fingers. Slowly pushing himself completely back inside of her, he felt her arch up against him. "So fuckin' good..." he whispered as he thrust deeply inside of her tight pussy. Unable to hold off any longer, he captured her mouth, their tongues finding each other as he exploded.
For the next few minutes, there was only silence except for the sound of both of them trying to calm their breathing. He remained deep inside of her, cradled between her smooth tone legs as she used her nails to scratch up and down his back, slowly making her way up to his shaved head. She couldn't determine if it was the intensity of the sex, him still inside of her, his body covering hers or all three that had her blissfully satisfied.
He didn't want to move. With his head buried in her neck, the feel of her hands moving along his back was lulling him to sleep. He could still feel her walls tremor slightly around his cock, a small smile showing as his mind visually replayed her riding him. Reluctantly he raised his head from the comfort of her, as she turned her head toward him. Those bright green eyes of hers looked sleepy as he slowly slipped out of her, shifting most of his weight off of her. Now on his side, their legs still intertwined, he pulled her into him feeling her breasts against his chest. Wanting no space between them, his hands slid down her back, pulling her lower body into his as he gently gripped her ass. Lifting his head off the pillow, he looked down at the crumpled mess of bedding at the foot of her bed and grinned, lowering his head to look at her. "We sure know how to destroy a bed." he stated looking over at her.
She couldn't see the duvet, the flat sheet was halfway off the foot of the bed and all but two of the sleeping pillows were scattered on the floor. Just like every other time she thought. "Looks that way." as she laid face to face with him. Without hesitation, she softly kissed him, holding her lips over his just for a few seconds before pulling back. "I hope your tension is gone."
He chuckled at her statement, his eyes boring into hers, "I'd say so." he whispered just before kissing her swollen lips. After a few seconds, he pulled back, licking her bottom lip before he stopped. He simply couldn't help himself. Lowering his mouth back to hers, he heard her moan softly as their tongues found each other again. He growled feeling his cock coming back to full force as he felt her shift her leg over his hip. His hand traveled down her stomach, over her hip as he gently slid his middle finger along her slit, finding her wet. Another groan left his mouth at the feel of her, continuing to lightly touch her. "Damn woman." he said in between kissing her. "You sore?" he asked kissing her quickly before she could answer.
Truthfully she was extremely sore after the two rounds they'd already had, but between him touching and kissing her, she felt like she was on fire. "Yessss." she moaned as his finger circled her clit. "But I want you..." as his lips found hers again, she wrapped her hand around his cock and began stroking him.
His eyes rolled back the instant he felt her hand on him. He knew he should let her rest, but he had to have her again. Quickly shifting their legs while still facing each other, he pulled her left thigh high on his hip, pulling her hand free from his cock as he took control. While still kissing her, he began to stroke up and down her slit with this dick as he felt her become wetter. Catching his breath, he stopped stroking her, keeping the tip at her entrance. "I want back inside of you." he stated, her eyes telling him okay as he inched his way back in her.
***Jax and Tara's***
She truly did love Gemma, but it was times like this that she asked herself why. She finally had a Friday off and just a few minutes ago, she was informed that SAMCRO was having a family barbecue tonight at their house. Looking around the living room that resembled more of a toy store, she started gathering up the mess that Abel had made earlier. As she refolded the throw, placing across the back of the couch, she heard something drop of the floor. Looking down she saw a large gold hoop earring lying on the rug. Picking up the foreign piece of jewelry, must be Gemma's she thought, walking into the kitchen to start a shopping list.
***T-M***
"You sure it was Weston?" Clay asked, stubbing out his cigar.
"No doubt."
"She had any run in with him since that night at her office?" asked Bobby.
Shaking his head, "No." looking back at the club treasure.
Looking around the table before he spoke, "Doesn't make sense. Why would he show up at her place after weeks of no contact. We can't be certain it was him." commented Opie.
Noticing the enforcer's eyes cut to his best friend, "I have to agree with Op." replied Jax, wanting to ease the now tense room. "We've got a good plan laid out to catch the bastard. We need to stick to it and not react too soon."
After a few more non essential topics were discussed, everyone walked out of church, being reminded to not be late for the barbecue later that evening. With no runs tonight, he still needed to meet up with Laroy to get the next installment payment for the upcoming shipment. Hitting send on his phone, he threw the burner down on the bed as he walked over to his closet needing to switch out his piece.
Knock...knock...
"Yeah." watching Tig walk in and lean against the dresser.
"Clay wants to switch up next week's drop location." seeing Hap nod. "Let Laroy know we're going with the alternate site."
"Won't be an issue for him."
"You talk to him about these Ninja fuckers' we've seen?"
Securing a full clip in the gun and placing an extra in his kutt, "Yeah. Hadn't seen any in Oakland but checking with his outer crews about it. Clay still want to keep it quiet?"
"For now. Everything okay with Doll Face?" asked Tig unable to help himself.
Relieved he had his back toward him, Happy actually smiled, quickly switching back to his hard ass self. "She's fine." his voice void of any emotion.
Tig just shook his head. "Alright man. Chibs and I are heading to the warehouse. See ya tonight."
Alone again in his room, he picked up his phone to read the message.
Haha...very funny. Tonight sounds good. I'll text you when I get home.
He couldn't keep the smile off his face. Sending a quick reply, he grabbed his keys and sunglasses before heading out, locking the door as he went.
***Sherrif's Office***
"Miss Parker, if you'll have a seat, Officer Campbell will be right with you." stated the receptionist.
"Okay. Thanks." she said turning to sit down. Looking around the office, she realized this was only the third time she'd ever been in a police station. Covering her mouth as she yawned for the hundredth time today, she hid her grin remembering why she was so tired, and sore. Last night may have started off horribly but she had no complaints with how it ended. Hearing her name be called, she pushed him out of her current thoughts and walked toward the waiting deputy.
A surprise late lunch with his wife was always welcomed, especially on a day like today. With his morning tied up with helping his deputies serve outstanding warrants, he was thankful to be back in the office after a pleasant meal. Shuffling through the stack of files on his desk, he looked up just as she walked past his window. Stepping out of his office, he walked over to pour a fresh cup of coffee and get a better look at the woman talking with the deputy. She looked familiar but he couldn't place her name, certain he had never spoken with her. Watching as she was handed a form, she turned coming straight past him on her way out, briefly smiling at him. With cases needing his attention, he walked back into his office prepared to spend the remaining day updating files.
***Oswald Properties***
She needed caffeine and a lot of it. Trying to get through her lengthy to do list on three hours sleep was proving to be impossible. Standing up quickly from her office chair, she was instantly reminded of exactly why she was so tired. After a night of mostly unpleasant surprises, she had no complaints at how it ended. With a smile on her face, she dug through her purse to find change for a drink.
"Well, someone's excited about their evening last night."
Olivia looked up as soon as she heard Christy's voice. "Hey."
Sitting down across from her, "Yep, I'd say you look very happy with who won you last night?"
Truthfully, she hadn't given a second thought about Brent Davidson after leaving the auction. Between avoiding her ex that unexpectedly showed up, a potential stalker loose in her building and being terrified she was being kidnapped when Happy pulled her into the storage closet, an upcoming date was the least of her concerns. Ironically, she realized all her panic and worry left the second he told her it was him. She should have been scared and more shook up knowing Anthony Weston had been in her building looking for her, but last night she had found herself feeling calm and safe, because of Happy.
Needing her focus off of her sexy bed mate, "I'm just thrilled that my ex didn't win."
"So I take it you didn't know he was coming?" questioned Christy.
"Noooo. Not at all. I ended things six months before I moved out here. He's not used to being told no but I hope after last night he's finally getting the message, because I'm tired of reminding him." pulling her change purse from her bag.
"So what do you know about your mystery man?"
Shrugging her shoulders, "Not anything really. His name is Brent Davidson and his business card says he's in restaurant management. Seems like a nice man." carefully sitting back down in her chair.
"He's definitely good looking."
She would agree that Brent Davidson was very attractive, reminding her of every other man she'd ever dated. But there was just something missing. It was wrong of her to make preconceived opinions about someone she had met for ten minutes, but she couldn't help but feel like she wouldn't spark or connect even with a man who had purposely paid for a date with her.
"I'm supposed to call him Monday to set something up."
Smiling back at her co-worker, "Who knows, maybe he's your prince charming." standing back up. "Well, I need to get these deposits to the bank. Have a good weekend if I don't see you before I get back."
"Thanks. You too."
Walking back into her office, thankful the office drink machine had Mountain Dew, she heard her phone ring. "How's your day off?" she answered seeing it was Tara.
"It's been awful. I've been cleaning and shopping all day because Gemma informed me about ten o'clock this morning that we're having a SAMCRO dinner tonight at our house."
Laughing at her irritated friend, "Yeah I've heard about that."
"Gemma call you?"
She felt like a deer caught in headlights. "No...ummm..."
"Ummm what?" questioned Tara.
"Happy actually told me about it."
"Happy?" she replied sitting down at the kitchen table. "Wait, did he invite you?" grinning into the phone.
Rolling her eyes, "He asked if I wanted to meet him there. Nothing major." she said. "You can stop smiling anytime now. It's not like this is a date or something."
Oh her poor delusional best friend. This was huge. Keeping her excitement in check not wanting to freak Olivia out, "Of course not." lying through her teeth. "I was going to invite you anyway. I actually could use a favor."
"What'd you need?"
"Abel just went down for his nap and I need a few of the chaffing dishes that we keep at the clubhouse. I'll call the club and get one of the prospects to put them in the office, if you wouldn't mind running by there to pick them up for me."
"No I don't mind at all. I'll be leaving here in about thirty minutes and will stop by there on my way home."
"Perfect. Thank you so much. Now if I could get Luann and Lyla to call me back to help get the food ready, I'd be in good shape." Tara said, irritated that no one was returning her calls or texts. "Would it be asking too much for you to come and help me?"
"Of course not. I'll be over as soon as I go home and change."
***Outside Oakland***
"Appreciate the heads up, brother."
"Clay just wants to keep everything running smoothly." Happy said, lighting up a smoke. "Tig will have Chibs with him on the second run. Gotta go to Bakersfield Tuesday night. Ma's having the pre-op work done for her surgery next Wednesday morning."
"Think this will finally get rid of it?" asked Laroy, leaning back against his Jaguar.
He couldn't answer the question. He prayed like hell it would, but after all the treatments she had gone through, he was afraid to even hope. "Doc says it's her best chance."
"Let me know if we can do anything."
"Will do." remembering the flash drive in his pocket. Pulling it out, "Olivia said to give this to you. Has a first draft of your house plan."
"Thanks. Dee's itching to see what her thoughts are." as he tucked it in his pocket. "How is my lovely Realtor doing?" ready to laugh seeing his long time friend unable to hide a smile.
Joining in the laughter at his own expense, "She's fine, you shit."
***T-M***
Pulling into the lot, she parked as close as she could to the office. Although she felt at ease around all the guys, it still made her nervous coming to the clubhouse, especially knowing Happy wasn't there. Walking around her SUV, she headed toward the office door, as she heard her name.
"He's not here, Olivia." yelled Opie walking toward her. "Hap's out right now."
Shaking her head in agreement, "I know. Tara sent me to pick up some chaffing dishes for tonight." looking up at the tall biker. "She said she'd have Reed get them for me."
"Oh. Wait in here and I'll get him." he said motioning her toward the office.
Walking out of the clubhouse, she saw Opie talking to some brunette by the office. Getting a better look, Melissa could only guess that it was the bitch Luann kept telling her about, the one who had supposedly fucked Happy. She watched as Reed come jogging out of the garage over toward Opie, as he pointed toward the clubhouse then back to the office. Seeing Reed get closer, she questioned him. "Sexy, who's that chick with Opie?" she asked, rubbing her hand down his arm as he stopped in front of her.
Looking back toward the office door, "It's Olivia. Hey, I need to go get something from the basement." as he hurried inside the club, shocked one of the favored sweet butts had actually spoke to him.
"Game on, bitch." she whispered making her way closer to the office. With her car parked a few spaces down from the door, it didn't look suspicious as she waited for the perfect opportunity. After only a few minutes, she saw Reed walk out of the clubhouse heading for the office with something in his arms. As he opened the office door, she made her move. "Reed, do me favor would ya." she spoke, her voice dripping with lust.
"Sure."
"Tell Happy when he gets back that my ass is ready for another good fuck tonight." as she leaned over kissing him on the cheek. Turning on her four inch heels, she smiled all the way back to her car. Climbing in, she checked her makeup in the mirror, "Luann, you so owe me for that!" she thought as she started the engine and backed out.
Olivia was now grateful that she had skipped lunch after what she had just heard. Seeing Reed open the door more, she put her game face on, refusing to show any reaction. "Thanks for getting this for me." she said reaching for the pans. "I know you must have things to do, so I can put these in my car myself." as she made her way out of the office. "Thanks again!" she yelled back toward a now speechless Reed.
***Teller House***
The entire drive to Tara's house, she thought of every excuse she could think of to get out of going to this dinner, but found herself not willing to cower away like some weak woman. Reminding herself that they were both free to be with other people, she refused to allow herself to feel a twinge of jealousy at what she had heard. She wasn't stupid enough to believe that he wasn't sleeping with other women although it was making her feel sick to her stomach to actually now have verbal confirmation that he was. Shutting her mind down, she made her way to the front door, her arms full with dishes.
"Thank you so much for getting these and coming over early to help." said Tara, walking ahead of her into the kitchen.
"No problem. Happy to help." as she washed her hands. "What can I do?"
"I need at least four gallons of your famous sweet tea and all those veggies washed and chopped for grilling."
The two women worked in peace for the next hour before hearing the doorbell, followed by loud voices. "Hello?"
Rolling her eyes, "We're in here." Tara yelled back, thankful that Abel was awake and happily sitting in his high chair.
Taking inventory of the preparations, Gemma smiled. "Looks like you've got everything handled."
Finishing her last chicken kabob, "Yeah, thanks to Olivia. I have no idea where Luann or Lyla are. No one has bothered to call or text me back."
Pushing her bangs to the side, "Well, Ellie's got a low grade fever, so Lyla's home with the kids and who the hell knows where Luann is." as she looked down at her watch. "The guys should be here soon. I've got Tig on grilling duty tonight."
Twenty minutes later, everything was on ice and outside ready to be cooked. Walking back inside to grab the fruit, she came face to face with Luann who looked shocked to see her.
"Hello Mrs. Delany." spoke Olivia. "It's nice to see you again."
What the hell is she doing here? fumed Luann. "You too, darling." turning as she heard Gemma's voice.
"Glad you could make it." grabbing Abel's sippy cup. "Everyone's out back." nodding her head for them to follow.
She failed miserably at resisting the urge to look for him in the back yard but he wasn't there. Seeing Tara standing by the grill, she couldn't help but laugh at the site of Tig wearing a skull chef's hat and and apron that read Suck the Cock on the front. Walking toward them, she pointed toward the SAMCRO grill master, "Nice apron."
"Thanks Doll Face." as he flipped two of the steaks. "Glad you could make it."
"Crap, I forgot the steak sauce." said Tara.
"Stay here. I'll get it." turning back toward the house. Climbing the steps on the deck, she heard Gemma yell for everyone to find a seat. Walking into the kitchen, she heard the distinct sound of a bike pulling into the driveway. Carefully peering out the living room window, she confirmed it was him. Placing her hand over her flipping stomach, she gathered her wits and the steak sauce, calmly making her way back outside.
He was fully prepared for the Queen to scold him for being late, but was rewarded with a simple smile. Either she was in a good mood or she knew that he had just brought another fifty grand back to the club. Either way, he didn't have to hear a whiny woman which always made his day. His eyes visually swept the entire back yard, but didn't see her. He knew she was here, her Range Rover parked out front. Walking toward the table, he noticed an empty seat between Juice and Bobby, the only other empty one at the other end of the table beside Tara. Out of the corner of his eye, she came walking down off the deck looking as beautiful as ever. With his Oakley sunglasses shielding his eyes he took in every glorious inch of her. Wearing a pair of fitted capri jeans with a printed blue and green top that hung off one of her shoulders, he couldn't help but wonder what color her bra and panties were. It had become a regular game for him to try and guess what color lingerie she had on. Her solid outfits were easy, but anything she wore that had multiple colors had him guessing until he was slipping it off of her. He settled on blue, as he made eye contact with her. Seeing the instant she saw him, he gave her a simple nod as she walked toward the opposite side of the table.
Feeling her phone vibrate, Luann opened the text message and smiled. Looking down the table, she grinned excited about what was to come. Hearing what Melissa had pulled off earlier at the garage had made her day. There was no way that little Miss Perfect would be able to control herself once the blond bombshell stripper showed up and had Happy's attention. Olivia would show her true colors and look like the outsider she was. Hell, she shouldn't even be here at a family dinner. The bitch wasn't anything more than a fuck buddy of the club's hit man. Knowing Tara had invited her, she'd take pleasure in sitting back and watching the fireworks that would be erupting.
Dinner was going great with lighthearted conversation and Tig's normal stories of his sexual conquest with a vivid description of a chocolate frosting adventure. Throughout the meal, they kept eye contact and she had actually managed to forget about earlier until she heard Tara's low voice.
"What is she doing here?" asked the doctor.
Looking up from her plate, she lost her appetite as her stomach twisted into a knot. Walking toward the table was the girl from the garage earlier today, looking as if she'd just finished a shift on the corner of I'm Easy and Cheap. Noticing Tara look to Gemma, she watched as the woman made her way into Opie's recently vacated seat which just happened to be right across from Happy. He must have invited her too, she thought moving her grilled veggies around on her plate, forcing herself to not look down the table.
"I'm going to bring out the cake and pie." said Tara trying her best to remain calm.
Eager to get away from the table, "I'll help you." spoke Olivia standing from the table, carrying her plate. The two women walked into the kitchen before either one said anything.
"I can't believe she showed up uninvited!" fumed Tara, grabbing the cake knife from the drawer.
It made her sick to even say the words, "I'm pretty sure she was invited."
Turning around quickly, "By who?"
She felt humiliated as she explained her theory to the doctor. As much as she had tried not to, she couldn't help the disappointment and hurt at knowing that he asked them both to be here tonight. "Look, I'm not going to let it bother me, so you shouldn't either. It's just another perfect example of why it's just a fling."
Shaking her head in anger, "Let's take this outside and pray I don't throw it on her." earning a laugh from Olivia.
With everyone scattered around the table or fire pit, Melissa made her way over to Luann. "You so owe me for earlier."
"Baby doll, I'll have you headlining after what you did."
"No shit, you will." looking around the back yard making sure he wasn't close. "I'd better not have to let him fuck me up the ass."
Lighting up another smoke, "Calm down. She's going to flip out on him anytime now and she'll be history. Just wait and see."
With orders from Clay that he and Johnny needed to head back to the clubhouse, Reed had one more job to do. Leary of approaching Happy while he was standing so close to Olivia, he spotted Tig deciding to pass the message through him.
"Tig."
Looking up from cleaning the grill, "What dick head?"
Glancing over still seeing Happy near her, "Need you give Happy a message from Melissa."
Pushing his chef hat back on his head, "What fuckin' message?"
"She wanted him to know that her ass is ready for another fucking tonight."
This shit didn't make sense. Looking across the back yard, Happy was standing just where Tig knew he'd be...close to Doll Face. So why the fuck was he supposed to be fucking the blond bitch later? And when the hell did he fuck her to begin with? thought Tig, now confused at the situation. "She said Happy?" wanting to make sure he'd heard the prospect correctly.
"Yep." looking back toward the hitman. "She heard it too." he confessed knowing that detail could be trouble.
Taking a step closer, "Who's she?" asked Tig, hoping it wasn't who he thought it was going to be.
Swallowing before speaking, "Olivia. She was sitting inside the office when Melissa stopped me."
"Fuuuuuck!" as he ran a hand over his jaw.
"Just relaying the message, man." spoke Reed knowing sensing something was off.
"Get on back to the clubhouse. I'll handle this."
****an hour later
Luann saw her chance. With Gemma occupied with Clay and Bobby over by the fire pit, she picked up two plates and headed inside. Walking past Melissa, she winked at the blond as she stood with Chibs, Juice and Tig. "Where's Tara?" seeing Olivia loading the dishwasher.
Not wanting to have another conversation with this woman, she continued what she was doing but answered the question. "She's putting Abel to bed."
"Oh." planning her next move. "You know, I think I've misjudged you."
Closing the door on the dishwasher, "It's okay." as she stepped to move around her only to be blocked.
"You know I first thought you were just wanting to have a bad boy experience with you supposedly fucking Happy but now I see that you're stalking him, getting yourself invited to family events, but darling, you're sure as hell not family, nor will you ever be. So why don't you do yourself a favor and give up while you're ahead."
"Wow." was the only word Olivia could think of.
Taking a step closer, "Don't push your luck sweetheart. Trying to tie down that beast won't get you anywhere but hurt and dropped on your pretty white ass. Consider it a friendly warning before you become his shared toy with Tig and everyone else. You see, that man needs a real woman, and quite frankly, you're not woman enough to handle him or his needs. But I can assure you that she can." pointing outside to the bottle blond. "She's got him covered, so you can just run along." Luann finished standing as tall as she could, but still shorter than the brunette.
Olivia was almost speechless at what had just transpired, but she was even more curious as to what Tara was about to say. She had stood calmly as the middle aged woman explained Happy to her, noticing Tara standing against the kitchen door listening to it all.
Luann turned stopping dead in her tracks as she came face to face with a pissed off Tara. Blocking the woman in the kitchen, "Old lady or not, you will not speak to Olivia that way. Now I suggest you get your dried up self out of my face before I throw you out." watching as a stunned Luann went back outside.
"Thanks for having me, but I'm going to be heading home now."
"I can't believe she said that to you."
"It's okay. Not sure what her problem is, but it's not mine." hugging her best friend. "I'll call you over the weekend, okay."
"Okay." waving as Olivia turned and walked toward the front door. Climbing in her SUV, she typed a quick text and hit send.
Noticing Tara was still inside, "Come on, let's go see if they need any help." said Gemma, pulling Luann behind her. The house was silent as they walked inside. "Tara?" Gemma whispered knowing Abel was asleep.
"In here."
Walking through the kitchen into the family room, Gemma saw Tara sitting in a chair by the fireplace. "Everything cleaned up?" she asked, having noticed the kitchen was spotless and she could hear the dishwasher running.
"Yep. All done."
Taking a seat on the couch, Gemma could feel the tension in the room. "You did good, baby girl. Proud of you." her words sincere.
Tara's anger was so high all she could do was nod. Hearing footsteps, she looked up to see Tig staring back at them. "Why ya'll sitting in here?" noticing someone was missing. "Where's Doll Face?" as he looked between the three women. She was about to answer when she saw Happy walk in. Glancing over toward a smirking Luann, she decided to jump in the game.
"She left about twenty minutes ago."
He quickly looked around the room, "Who left?" Happy questioned, having come inside to look for her.
Meeting his eyes with her own. "Olivia left." as her eyes focused on Luann.
He could feel something was wrong. The VP's old lady looked like she was ready to murder someone. Looking toward Tig, he looked just as confused as Happy was. "Why?" his anger rising at her leaving without coming to him.
Recrossing her legs as she sat in the chair, she noticed that the blond slut had walked into the room. Throwing her bitch card down, she let it fly. Still respectful, she explained. "She heard you already had plans for later, so she left. Said she appreciated you inviting her though."
This wasn't making sense. "Plans?" he questioned not having a clue what Tara was talking about.
Knowing she was about to hand Melissa her ass on a silver platter, she didn't care. "You're plans with her." pointing toward the club sweet butt who now looked white as a ghost. "Apparently you're fucking her ass again tonight." spoke Tara with not an ounce of emotion on her face. "Isn't that right, Melissa?"
Wanting the ground to swallow her up, she looked to Luann for help only to find her quickly look the other way. Trying to step back out of the room, she stopped feeling a body behind her. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Tig glaring at her, "Going somewhere, sweet cheeks?"
Pulling his phone from his pocket, he saw he had a text message. Opening it, he felt his anger growing.
Thanks for inviting me to dinner. Hope you have a great night.
"Somebody had better start explaining this shit!"
He wrapped his arm across Melissa's shoulders keeping her close to him, "Oh, I can answer that." spoke Tig. "You see, Melissa here, asked Reed to pass along a message to you that she was ready for another ass fucking tonight from you." looking over at Happy. "and she made sure that Olivia heard it." nuzzling his face into her neck. "Isn't that right?"
But before she could speak up, Tara decided to keep going. "Luann, you have anything to add or shall I keep going?" Tara having had enough of Luann's on going games.
"Fuck you, Tara." wanting nothing more than to slap the arrogant doctor. "It's not my fault the little bitch can't handle the truth."
Gemma had been content to sit back and see how Tara handled the situation, but Luann's involvement brought her front and center. "What truth is that, Luann?"
Seeing Luann stalling, Tara continued looking directly at Happy, "Luann's decided that Olivia's not woman enough to handle you and has encouraged her just to give up while she's ahead before you start sharing her with Tig and everyone else in the club." looking back at Luann. "Does that about cover it?" her words dripping with venom as she watched Luann's face turn as red as blood. Calmly sitting in her chair, "Let me give you some free advice and I suggest you take it. Playing games with Olivia Parker will get you no where. So I suggest you stop whatever childish shit you've started and leave her alone. Consider yourself warned, because I won't tolerate you fucking with her." seeing Luann stand up and storm out of the room.
Cutting her eyes back toward Melissa, "You can leave too."
"Let's go sweet cheeks!" exclaimed Tig watching her eyes go wide. "Don't look afraid...I'm happy to fuck that ass!" watching her eyes go wide, nodding to Happy as he passed by. "I got this handled, Brother. She'll be set straight."
***Olivia's condo***
Fresh from a long, hot shower, she sat comfortably on her couch, her feet propped up on the coffee table as she enjoyed her second very dry martini. Closing her eyes as she felt the liquid coat her throat, she kept forcing him out of her head. She wasn't going to worry or stress over a man who wasn't one hundred percent interested in her. It was times like this that she wished she could be the type of woman who would go out, get drunk, find some random man and have a meaningless one night stand. But that wasn't her. Sure she'd had her share of flings, but to purposely set out for a hook-up, just didn't appeal to her. Thinking back, they had been fun, but the sex had been nothing to brag about. Finishing the last sip in her glass, she stood, slowly starting to feel the pleasures of alcohol. Having forgot her glass, she decided to bring the party to the coffee table. Clicking on the tv, she found Cops, her go to show when she was bored. Pouring her third drink, she took the first sip, smiling as her mind cleared. Settling back into her spot, she watched as the cop arrested a woman for prostitution, hearing a knock on her door. Looking over toward the door, she sat completely still having no desire to get up.
Knock...Knock...Knock
Again, she didn't move. Crawling down the couch she strained trying to listen for footsteps moving away. Unable to hear anything, she moved back to her spot as her phone started ringing. She quickly picked it up, hitting the silent button as she looked at the caller id. Happy. She instantly felt mad. Against her better judgement, she answered.
"Hello."
"How about you open the door." He stated.
Seriously, she thought. "I'm busy." she replied, taking another sip of her drink.
"Doing what?"
Looking between the tv and her make shift bar, her mind searched for words, but came up with nothing. Frustrated that the source of her stress was currently standing outside her door, she took a deep breath before answering. "Happy, I'm safely at home. My doors are locked and my gun is within reach, so you don't have to be on duty tonight. Just go back to whatever you were doing. I'm fine."
If need be he could kick down the door, since the key in his hand only unlocked the dead bolt. If she had the barrel locks secured, that was his only option if she refused to open it herself. "Open the door, Olivia. I'm not going anywhere."
Glaring at the door, she got up quickly, stopping as she felt the room tilt. With her phone still in her hand, she checked the peep hole before unlocking the door. Slowly opening it, she stayed firmly planted so that she was blocking him from entering.
"Satisfied?" she asked. "I'm doing just fine. Thanks for stopping by." giving him a wave before she tried shutting the door.
She was pissed. Quickly putting his foot out, he stopped her from shutting the door in his face. "Olivia."
Blaming the alcohol, she turned walking back toward the couch, her irritation level at an all time high. "Happy, why are you here?" picking up her almost empty glass, downing the remaining liquid.
Noticing the bottles on her coffee table, "Why wouldn't I be here?" as his eyes took in her appearance. Her hair was somewhat wet, wearing a worn Pearl Jam t-shirt that stopped mid thigh.
Looking at him as he sat down on her couch, she moved the bottles to the other side, deciding to sit in the chair. "Why don't you tell me why you're here?" pouring Vodka in her glass.
"Why are you drinking?" he asked, wondering how many she'd already had.
"Why are you here?" refusing to answer any of his questions.
"You left. Wondered why you didn't come tell me you were leaving." he answered honestly, although he knew why she left, thanks to Tara.
She sat back in the chair, carefully thinking of her response. "You were talking with Clay and Tig, I didn't want to interrupt so I decided to text you when I left."
Leaning forward as his arms rested on his thighs, he could tell she was buzzed. "That all? Nothing else?"
Recrossing her legs, "Yes. That's all." she said as kept her temper in check.
"You sure?"
"Are you calling me a liar?" feeling her blood pressure rise at the nerve of him.
"Just thought we weren't playing games with each other?" his eyes never leaving hers.
"You can't be serious."
"Then tell me the real reason you left."
Grabbing her glass from the table, she took a sip before she answered. "We had finished dinner, and I didn't want to keep you from your plans, so I left."
"Never had plans." he said amazed at how easy he could talk to this woman.
Tilting her head to the side, "I heard a very clear description of your plans tonight, so please don't sit there and lie to me."
"Have no reason to lie to you." his answer direct.
Shaking her head, "Of course you don't have any reason to lie. You're a grown man who can be with whoever he chooses just like I'm free to be with whoever I want to. It's none of my business who you have plans with." as she stood up, walking to the kitchen for a bottle of water, suddenly having very unpleasant images flash through her mind.
As soon as she walked toward the kitchen, he quietly stood up, placing his kutt in it's usual place. He sat back down on the couch, watching as she stopped noticing what he had just done. His eyes never left her as she sat back down in the chair across from him. She was purposely keeping her distance from him and it was bothering the hell out of him. Hearing her blatantly talk about her option to be with other men made his blood boil. He liked her close, constantly wanted to touch her, even if it was just his hand on her knee or on the small of her back when he was at her place, not caring for her sitting across from him. "Look at me." his voice low.
Waiting until she was looking back at him, "I didn't have any plans with that bitch tonight." watching for any reaction from her. "and I sure as fuck didn't invite her to dinner." noticing she still looked emotionless. Leaning forward, "My plan was for us to have dinner, hang out for a while, then come back here and sleep."
Okay she wasn't expecting this. Their eyes were locked onto each other as he talked. "You wanted to sleep." her words almost questioning.
"Yeah. Someone kept me up late last night and this morning, so I need to catch up tonight." his words teasing at their prior nights activities as he slowly grinned at her.
Noticing the smug look on his face, "Well maybe since you didn't get any sleep here last night, you should sleep in your own bed tonight. I don't want to be a distraction from your beauty sleep." watching him stand and walk toward her, extending his hand out to her. Unable to stop herself, she put her hand in his, feeling him pull her to her feet.
With her hand in his, he turned off the tv as he led her down the hall to her bedroom. Not bothering to turn on a light, he watched as she climbed into bed. Striping out of his clothes, "I sleep better here." neatly placing his clothes on the chaise. Walking around the bed, he placed his piece within reach and climbed in beside of her. "Your bed's better." as he wrapped his arms around her, waiting as she molded herself to him.
With his arms around her, their legs intimately intertwined, her hand found it's place on his chest. "So you stay here because of my bed?" she asked, feeling sleep coming quickly.
He could feel every inch of her body against his. Placing a kiss in her hair, "Yep. Definitely the bed."