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Chapter 16: PG-13

The water slid down her body and Happy just wanted to follow the trails with his tongue. He closed the glass door to the shower, and they were both instantly aware of the position they were in.

It was like two massive forces had collided.

The moment Rogan heard the door to the shower close behind Happy she turned to face him and instantly wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him under the spray of water, and hungrily attached her lips to his.

Happy responded instantly, loving the intoxicating feeling of her lips on his. He felt drunk. His head felt light and he saw stars. This woman really was going to bring him to his knees. He slid one hand in her hair and cradled the back of her head, holding her to him, as his other hand firmly grasped the small of her back. He wanted to secure her to him at all costs.

She could hear her heartbeat loudly in her ears as she consumed Happy. After the previous night, all she could think about was getting Happy alone and having another round with him. She had never felt so overwhelmingly attracted to someone and she had definitely never felt anything quite as stimulating as kissing Happy.

She felt her back slam against the cool tile of the shower, making her arch into his body, pressing her chest firmly against his. Getting annoyed by the difference in height, Happy grabbed her on the back of both thighs and lifted her up. She instantly wrapped her legs around his hips, almost as if it was a reflex, and slid her arms around his neck, keeping him as close as possible….however, they did eventually need to get full and deep breaths of air.

Happy pulled away and became very aware of how badly he needed air. Both of them had their chests heaving and he took the opportunity to look at her and remember every detail of the moment. Her dark hair was sticking to the side of her head and the tile of the wall behind her, and her lips were red and swollen. While she leaned back, Happy reached up and ran his hand down her neck and lightly grazed the sensitive and dark bud of her nipple. She really was the most stunning and perfect woman he had ever seen, let alone been naked with, and he was enjoying every second he got to spend in the warm cocoon of the shower. With her naked and wrapped around him, he was able to forget about all the bullshit going on with the club. He was able to feel someone normal. Like he was just a man who had met a beautiful woman.

"You think we could actually shower now?" She smirked at him and continued to try and regulate her breathing, still coming down from the high of being wrapped up in Happy.

"Yes ma'am" Happy let her slide down the front of his body until she had her feet under her. She didn't make any indication that she was bothered by his very large and very prominent erection, but he knew she felt it.

She grabbed her loofah and soap and started the very routine movements of washing her body from top to bottom, but her hand was stilled by Happy's large and calloused one. Wordlessly, he took the loofah from her hand and started his own firm trail of suds along her back. She reached over her head and pulled her hair up and away from her back, releasing all control to the man behind her. She smiled as she felt him meticulously wash her back - the action so sweet and sincere that she was almost in disbelief. She realized that the man she had been slowly letting into her life was much more than the hard exterior. He was an incredibly complex man who had two sides to him - both connected by his innate and almost primal instincts of protection. While she was so unbelievably sexually attracted to the badass biker, she found herself having more deep and meaningful feelings for the tortured artist buried underneath the surface. On one hand he was aggressive and quiet and his energy seemed to completely match her own...but on the other hand, Happy had shown her in small doses that he is incredibly attentive and very considerate.

"Turn around princess" He spoke softly in her ear, snapping her out of her haze. She turned and was shocked to see him staring her directly in the eyes with a small smile tugging on the corners of his lips. In that moment, he didn't look like a man, and instead looked like a boy.

"You make my head spin, killer"

He nodded and started his firm circular motions on her shoulders, "I could say the exact same thing"

There was a short moment of silence between the two, where all that could be heard was the echoing of the water hitting the tile of the shower. Even without the humidity from the hot steam, the air felt heavy.

"I don't have the 'what are we' conversations" Happy spoke up first, and she could sense his nerves but she could also hear the confident conviction in his words.

"Neither do I"

She nodded and felt him move the loofah from her shoulder and down to her chest. His movements didn't come across as sexual and instead his firm touch came across as purely attentive.

The rest of the shower continued with playful banter while the two washed each other. The two both felt like they had gone back in time and had become teenagers, wrapped up in their first relationships. They climbed out of the shower and wrapped themselves in fluffy grey towels and when Rogan opened the bathroom door the steam trapped in the bathroom rushed out.

"I told you if we showered together we wouldn't save on water" Rogan laughed as she walked out of the bathroom and realized how much time had passed.

"I doubt that. My showers are very long" Happy grabbed his pile of clothes from the floor of the bathroom and followed behind her as she walked into her bedroom. He had been in here briefly before, but it felt more intimate this time around. After that shower, Happy felt like he had let Rogan get a good look at the more vulnerable and tender side of himself - a side that never really got to see the light of day. He wasn't into all the spiritual mumbo jumbo and shit that his mom would rant about, but when they took turns washing each other, he felt like they were stripping away the surface level of their 'relationship'. It wasn't just a sexual attraction that bonded the two...and even after their multiple kisses and heated exchanges, for Happy, the most memorable moments just happened in that shower.

Rogan went to her closet and pulled a little cropped tank top and a pair of simple black sweatpants and moved to lay them out on her bed. She watched as Happy dropped his towel carelessly and started slipping his clothes back on. She tried to not stare as he slid his boxers up his legs and then his jeans right after. She dropped her towel to the floor and put her clothes on without a bra or underwear since she had no intentions of leaving the house. Happy smirked as he watched her pull her clothes on, loving the way he could faintly see her nipples through her tank top.

"How do you manage to look enticing in absolutely everything?" He walked over and pulled her wet hair out from the back of her tank top and saw a very out-of-character blush spread on her cheeks.

"I think the effects of having an erection for over an hour are starting to get to you" She tried to smirk through the rosy blush and while she achieved the signature look, he loved the addition of the faint tint to her complexion. He felt justified that things between them had changed for her as well. That shower did more than just cleanse their bodies.

"Smart ass" He squeezed her ass causing her to playfully swat him away.

"You have to get going" She pushed him out of her bedroom and then followed him as he made his way to the entryway so he could put on his boots.

"You got plans for the rest of the day?" He leaned down to tie his boots.

"Yah, you know, I have such a jam packed schedule…"

Happy stood and grabbed his keys from the dish and started to open the front door but stopped himself.

"I'm going to come back" He looked back at her and she could tell from the look on his face that he wasn't leaving any room for a debate - and she didn't even want to.

"I'll have dinner ready" She walked over and gave him a simple yet lingering kiss before shooing him out of the condo. She stood in the doorway and watched as he mounted his bike and drove off.

Rogan spent the rest of the afternoon sitting around the house, fueling up on more coffee and doing her best to not think of Happy. She couldn't wipe the smile off her face after he left and it took her hours to get through just the few emails she had for work. Looking at the clock she realized that it wouldn't be that much longer until Happy could potentially be back, and while she didn't care that much about her appearance, she still wanted to freshen up…

Two hours later, freshening up had turned into giving herself a manicure and pedicure to pass the time and then spending way too much time in front of a magnifying mirror tweezing her eyebrows and then applying her typical night time skincare routine. After she had gotten bored from all the self-care, she then decided that it was an appropriate time to start cooking dinner for herself and Happy. She had planned on making a margarita pizza for herself for dinner, so she grabbed the dough she had in the fridge and started assembling. Not long after putting it in the oven she heard a car approaching outside. Slightly on edge from the break-ins that had occurred at her condo recently, she quickly made her way back into her bedroom and grabbed her gun from her bedside table. She walked back out to the kitchen and placed the gun on the counter before going to the fridge and grabbing a nice bottle of pinot grigio and pouring herself a hefty glass.

She could hear someone approaching her front porch and picked the gun back up and made her way to the front door. Her heart started to race as the adrenaline starting pumping through her veins. The instinct to fight overcame her as she firmly grasped the gun in her hands and prepared to pull the trigger. She stepped closer to the door, staying up against the wall.

"Open the door princess"

She heard Happy on the other side of the door and her whole body instantly relaxed a little, but her adrenaline was still running wild. She ripped the door open with her gun still in her hands and saw Happy leaning against the side of the house with a smirk on his face. He saw the gun and instantly was filled with feelings of anger, pride and desire...a very odd combination.

"I didn't hear your bike" She looked out past him and noticed the old pick-up truck sitting in her drive way and then gave Happy a very confused look.

"Don't need you turning into a Popsicle on my bike" He walked into the condo and slipped his boots off and put his keys in the bowl like he had done earlier that morning.

"We should go to the range soon" He looked up at him and nodded towards the gun that she still had firm in her hands.

"Why?" She put the gun back on the kitchen counter and walked around it to grab the glass of wine that was waiting for her.

"Fucking foreplay" He walked up behind her and placed his hands on either side of her, resting on the counter, effectively caging her into his embrace. He nuzzled the side of her head, loving the smell of her shampoo that was still very fragrant on her now dry hair.

"I have plenty of other ideas for that" She turned in his hold so that she was facing him and smiled at him mischievously, running her hands from his neck down to the waistband of his jeans.

"I can't wait" He pressed his hips forward slightly, pushing her into the counter and causing a sharp sting in back from the pressure of the counters edge.

"Hungry, big guy?"

"Starving" He leaned down so that his lips were just slightly brushed against hers.

She pushed out of his grasp and went over to the oven to pull the pizza out. She then slipped over and grabbed a beer for him, sliding it across the counter towards him.

"Did you bring a change of clothes?" She looked up at him and saw the smile pull at his lips around the beer bottle.

"I packed a bag"

"Good" She cut the pizza into slices and then gave him his plate before coming around and sitting next to him.

They enjoyed their dinner, him drinking a couple beers and her finishing half the bottle of wine. It was so natural, the two of them just being together. He demanded that she let him clean up since she cooked so she took her glass of wine and made herself comfortable on the couch, covering herself in a massive blanket. She watched Happy from her seat on the couch as he rolled his sleeves up and started washing their plates. She started wondering if she could have potentially found a companion - someone who she could see herself growing old with, getting married to, and having children with. Could Happy give her all of that? Would she be able to handle his lifestyle in the long run? She shook the thoughts from her head as she saw him approaching.

"You ready for bed princess?"

"Are you going to tuck me in?" She winked and then stood up from the couch, downing the rest of her glass of wine before going to put it in the sink. Happy grabbed her gun from the kitchen counter and went over to set the alarm system and grab his small bag from the entryway before returning to her. She grabbed the material of his t-shirt that clung tightly to his broad chest and pulled him down the hall while she walked backwards.

"You are dangerous" He chuckled as she maneuvered them down the hall and then into her bedroom. Before closing the door she made sure to turn the lights in the hallway off and gave one last quick glance down the hall before shutting the door behind her - effectively trapping her and the sexy biker in her room for the night. She knew she had a hard enough time keeping things PG-13 the night before when they first shared a bed….and she wasn't as sure in herself that she would be able to do the same this time around.