The Next Morning*
"Now we can actually say we slept together," Macy said sleepily as she rolled over to face Opie. "You up?" She asked quietly.
"Mm-hmm," he groaned, pulling her body tight against his. "I'm gonna tell the club I finally got Macy Morrow into bed."
"It'll be the last thing you do," she teased. "I'm not sure who would get you first, me, Jax or my dad, but one of us would."
"Worth it," he joked.
Macy expected him to make a move but he was a complete gentleman, even more so than the night before, and she was disappointed.
"What time is it?" He asked putting some space between them.
"Uh," she inched over and grabbed her phone. "Quarter of eleven," she said with a grimace.
"Fuck," he groaned.
"Late?"
"Very," he huffed and hurried out of bed. "I got put on repos with the prospect, it's a long list at the beginning of the month."
Macy rolled onto her side, leaning up on her elbow, and watched as he got dressed. "Sucks," she sighed. "Was last night weird?"
"No," he said quickly. "I'm just not sure."
"Sure?" She sat up in a flash. "What's that mean?"
Opie huffed and shook his head. "Macy," he groaned, heading for the door.
"No," she scurried and slid in front of the door before he could grab the handle. "Spit it out, Winston."
"You're Jax's baby sister, Clay's daughter, one of my best friends," he explained. "It ain't like with a crow eater or Donna, it happens and there's no going back or getting away from it."
"Or from each other," she added with a chuckle.
"Exactly." Opie nodded, not sharing his other concerns, her age mainly, and gestured toward the door. "I gotta go."
"Okay," she pouted.
He smiled a little as she stepped away from the door. "I'll see you tonight."
"I'm working," she told him, "So I'll see you tomorrow morning."
When the sun set and Macy gathered her things she was excited to work and have something to take her mind off of Opie.
"I need to get laid," she grumbled, walking into the bar, "Like really bad."
Still slightly reserved with her coworker and the Niners, Macy waved before locking her purse in the safe behind the bar.
"Hey," the other bartender said, shoving a tray of beers on her face. "Take these back to LaRoy."
Macy did as she was told and swiftly made her way to the back cordoned off section of the bar. When she stepped through the privacy curtain she saw seven Reapers staring back at her.
"Jesus Christ," she groaned to herself.
"Macy," LaRoy said with a smile, "Look who's here."
The Sons all turned around to see Macy, her flirty work smile slapped across her face, with their beers.
"Hey guys," she said cheerfully. One by one she gave them each a bottle, ignoring the few girls fawning over certain members until her tray was empty. Swinging it under her arm, Macy looked at LaRoy expectantly. "Need anything else?"
"No, we're good," he said. "You cool with this?" He gestured to the Sons.
"Well this is awkward as fuck," she laughed nervously, "But I'm cool with working here as long as long as SAMCRO is comfortable with it."
Clay was impressed by her mix of independence and respect for the club. He took pride in her of course but boasted his skills as her father more than anything else. He saw so much of Gemma in Macy that it made him momentarily forget her true parentage.
Clay nodded slowly. "We still have some things to discuss but if we can come to an agreement I can respect her decision."
"Can I?" She pointed over her shoulder hoping to be dismissed before any of LaRoy's girls got on their knees.
"Yeah," LaRoy nodded. "You can go."
Macy swiftly disappeared, relieved to be free of the awkwardness, and attempted to dismiss the guys from her mind. It was difficult though, she'd never seen them like that, in the middle of stern discussions. Macy's brain kept circling back to how attractive she found Opie in that situation. It was different seeing him so serious and looking more dangerous than ever and she loved it.
"Hey," Opie said, tapping his knuckles on the bar.
Macy turned and grinned. "What can I get you? Cosmo? Martini?"
Laughing, he shook his head. "Just wanted to get outta there."
"Right?" Macy screwed her eyes shut and cringed. "That one girl was seconds away from whipping Tig's dick out, I was freaking the fuck out."
"Uncle Tiggy is a pervert, Mace," Opie teased.
Sticking her tongue out she covered her face. "I don't want to know. He's always been so sweet."
"You're a big girl now," Opie shrugged.
"Am I?" She asked, dropping her hands from her face and smirking at him.
Opie nodded, looking at her seriously. "You already know that."
"Ope," she leaned over the bar and pouted, "I don't think anything is gonna go bad."
"Don't look at me like that," he said as she fluttered her lashes. "You're relentless."
"You have no idea," she smirked and gave his beard a tug.
"How you doing?" Jax asked, unaware of what he was interrupting.
"Good," she said, switching back to innocent sister in a flash. "How'd it go in there?"
"Pretty good," he nodded. "Niners are gonna keep an eye on you and keep your connection to us quiet."
Macy drew her head back. "Why?"
"Just safer," Jax said vaguely. "You gotta pick a work name."
"Ugh," she groaned. "I think this is ridiculous."
"I think it's better that you're safe," Opie suddenly said.
"We think it's better," Jax corrected him. "How about Agatha?"
Opie laughed at the suggestion.
"Aggie is kinda cute," she mused. "Or Rose, just to piss Mom off," Macy laughed.
"Fucking trouble," Opie chuckled. "They almost done in there?" He asked Jax.
Jax nodded but didn't say anything, Macy didn't need to know her father was also enjoying the talents of one of the Niner's girls.
After some time Macy noticed the others heading through the bar. She smiled, giving them a little wave, but went on with what she was doing. Opie though, Opie gave a small wink seconds before strolling out the door.
"Who's staying?" Clay asked as they approached their bikes. "Just for tonight, I want eyes and someone to escort her home."
"I'll stay," Opie offered. "Makes sense," he shrugged.
The others mounted their bikes as Clay shook Opie's hand. "I appreciate it. Just a reminder, keep your hands off my daughter," Clay added with a playful wink.
"Wouldn't dream of it, Prez," Opie said staunchly, despite it being a lie.
Opie smoked cigarette after cigarette until finally, Macy came out from the side entrance. He watched her take careful steps, holding her purse close, keys already in her hand, and smiled. At least she tried to be safe.
"Hey," he called out to her from across the street.
Macy froze at first then relaxed when she recognized the voice. "Stalker," she laughed, jogging across the street.
"Your old man told me to stay," he explained. "Also told me not to touch you."
Rolling her eyes, Macy grabbed his helmet and popped it on her head before jumping on behind him. She wrapped her arms around him, gripping his shirt tween her fingers as she held on tight.
"What are you doing?" He glanced back at her with a confused look on his face.
"I had a few beers," she said with a wink, "So it's probably safer for me to go with you."
Opie opened his mouth to speak but quickly shut it and shook his head. "Plausible deniability."
"Exactly," she said, resting her head on his back. "Take me home, Harry."
Purposely, Opie took the long way home so he could enjoy Macy pressed up against him a little bit longer. He smiled to himself as she held him tighter through each turn and wondered how bad it could really be if they did try something more than friends.
"Door to door service," she joked as she climbed off the bike. "Thank you," Macy said sweetly. "I don't have cash for a tip but if you wanna come inside you can."
Watching her sway her hips as she sauntered toward the door, Opie didn't move until the sound of a sedan down the block shook his from his thoughts.
He kicked the door shut behind him and quickly kicked off his boots and tossed his keys down on the table.
"Beer?"
"Sure," she lingered at the bottom of the stairs. "I wanna get changed. I'll be right down. Wanna watch a movie or something?"
"No," he said abruptly. "And I don't want a beer either." Opie moved toward the steps, pinning her against the railing and kissed her.
"Opie," she whimpered as he kissed along her jaw and down to her neck. His beard brushed roughly along her skin but his lips quickly soothed the sting.
Reaching up, she pulled his beanie off and tangled her fingers in his hair. When he went for her shirt she felt the first rush of nerves and self-consciousness. As they broke the kiss their eyes met and she smiled, feeling suddenly calmer from
just seeing his face. Excitedly, she lifted her arms so he could pull the fabric up over her head.
"Are we gonna, like, do this on the steps?" She asked, sucking on her bottom lip and looking at him eagerly.
"Upstairs," he said, finally making the actual conscious choice to sleep with Macy.
They pounded up the steps, Opie working at his belt all while Macy let her skirt fall to her feet, stepping out of it and leaving it on the stairs behind them.
He grabbed her waist as they stepped into his bedroom, electricity crackling between them, but before he could spin her around again, a Harley roared up the street.
"No," he growled, his eyes drinking in each inch oh her bare skin.
"Wait," she grabbed his hands to keep him from letting go of her, "Could be some random guy."
The engine grew louder and cut off right in front of the house.
"Goddamnit," he moaned.
"Can we ignore whoever it is?" She asked knowing he couldn't and wouldn't ever do that.
Opie reluctantly moved away from her and peeled out the window down to the driveway. "It's your fucking brother. He's alone though and I didn't get a call so it probably ain't club shit."
"Go," she said. Macy watched him fix his belt, adjusting his very obvious erection, feeling equal parts furious and heartbroken.
"You gonna come?"
"I was hoping we both would," she grumbled, "But Jax ruined that."
"We'll try this again," he said, running his thumb along her jaw fleetingly. "Get dressed, meet me down there, I don't wanna deal with whatever he's got going on alone."
"Probably Wendy," she huffed. "I'll be right down."
Opie walked out of the bedroom and hurried to let Jax in as he'd already been waiting. He was clearly upset as he stomped into the house and suddenly Opie crashed from his Macy induced high straight back to reality.
"Everything okay?" Opie asked him with concern.
"I just saw Wendy," he spat, "We were gonna sign the fucking papers tonight."
"Hey," Macy said, joining them after stealthily grabbing her clothes from the stairway. "What's wrong?"
"Wendy's pregnant," he said.
"I thought you guys split up," she said with confusion.
Opie and Jax both looked at her, thinking she was joking, but saw that she wasn't. "Mace," Opie shook his head and grinned a little. "Just...stop."
"I told her I'd pay for an abortion but she wants to keep it," he played up his anger to hide his fear and sorrow. "She's promising that she'll get clean, that we'll be some happy family."
"Jax, I'm...I'm sorry," Macy gave him a hug.
Hugging her back he said, "Thanks. I'm glad you're both here. I didn't think you were home. Your cars not in the driveway."
"Oh," she hadn't thought of that.
"Wouldn't start," Opie lied. "I gave her a ride back."
"You guys want some beers?" Macy asked, ushering them toward the sofa to sit.
"Please," Opie said sweetly. "Thanks."
After half an hour, Macy decided to go bed, too tired to wait any longer for Opie. She hugged Jax and moved to place a kiss on Opie's cheek but stopped, realizing how obvious it would be. Instead, she gave him a half hug and disappeared up the steps.
Too many hours and too many beers later Opie left Jax passed out on the couch and found Macy in his bed. She was asleep, in just her underwear, teasing Opie even as she snored quietly.
Opie locked the door, just in case Jax had a reason to burst in, then stripped down and joined Macy in bed. Wrapping his arm around her waist he pulled her close, kissing the top of her head and fell asleep just moments later.