November 2007
Sara awoke to the soft but ticklish caress of rough calloused fingers tracing her ribs. She blinked her eyes open, soft morning light spilling in through her sheer curtains. She was on her side, bare back pressed to Happy's warm chest. She leaned back into his body heat, his bicep under her neck.
"Mmm tickles." She murmured voice thick with sleep. His fingers paused their touch before moving to her hip as his lips dipped to her neck. They pressed softly to her throat, nuzzling her as she slowly found consciousness through the haze of tiredness. Arching into him she pushed her ass into his groin and immediately felt his arousal pressing back against her flesh. It wasn't long before she found herself digging a condom out of the nightstand and passing it over her shoulder to him. Happy kept his bicep under her neck but twisted his arm so that he could grasp one of her full breasts eliciting a small gasp from the petite blonde in his arms.
He slowly pressed into her, releasing a shaky breath into her ear. Their coupling was slow, lazy. One of his hands moved to position her top leg up and over his own opening her further to him as he slowly pushed his hips into hers over and over again. His other hand pulled at her hard nipples eliciting quiet mews of pleasure.
Sara was overwhelmed by sensation. The position limited her own movements and forced her to just revel in the feelings he was stirring in her: the tingle spreading under her skin with every tweak of her sensitive nipples; the tightening of the coil in her belly with every slow thrust; the quickening of her pulse as his teeth nipped sharply at her neck.
"Oh god." She moaned, wrapping her arm over him to grip his firm ass, pushing against him urgently.
"Harder, Hap!" She breathed sharply, trying in vain to push herself back on his dick. He grunted in acknowledgement and she cried out as his hips sharply slapped against her.
"Yes! Happy, please! Don't stop!" She cried out. He suddenly pulled out of her and pushed her onto her belly. By the time he was positioned behind her, she had eagerly pushed her hips up, keeping her upper body flat against the bed.
"That's right, baby." He groaned at the sight, running one large hand from her ass up her spine to grip the base of her neck. He pushed into her sharply, using her neck as leverage to pull her back. She hissed sharply in surprise and arousal. Happy hadn't intended for their round of morning sex to be anything but lazy; but who was he to deny the vixen beneath him?
"Harder!" She begged, bracing her hands against the headboard so she could push herself back against him. He grunted and gripped her hips tightly with both hands and set himself to a painful pace. The only sound in the room were the erotic slapping of their skin, his grunts, and her feminine cries.
"Hard enough for you, bitch?" He rasped, watching her back arch down like a cat being scratched, her blonde mess of hair nodding fervently. Happy reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair and rotated her head to the side so he could see her face.
"Answer me, bitch!" He growled, chest heaving as he pounded into her.
"Fuck… yes! Don't stop! I'm close!" She whined. He released her hair and slapped her ass sharply. He nearly choked when she tightened unexpectedly around him and she began to shake as an orgasm crested over her.
"Fuck, Sara. You weren't kidding." He groaned and she laughed euphorically below him as he slowed his movements.
"Hurry up, I'm hungry." She urged and he rolled his eyes pulling out of her.
"Fine, if you're going to be a cunt; you can go fuck yourself." She flipped her head up sharply and looked at him over her shoulder, eyes laced with concern.
"Wait—" She met his eyes and immediately rolled her own when she realized he was smirking down at her as his hand moved up and down his length.
"If you're so fucking hungry, open your goddamn mouth. I got somethin' you can swallow." He urged and she rolled her eyes again scoffing. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs before him.
"Shut up and fuck me, Hap." He dropped down over her, his arms supporting his weight over her.
"Why should I, brat?" He challenged nose to nose with the petite blonde. She languidly stretched beneath him before slowly sliding one hand down her own body. His eyes followed her hand as it moved from her belly to his cock, guiding him to her pussy.
"Please, Happy." She begged, biting her lip. His gazed shifted to her mouth, his playful resolve cracking as she giggled beneath him.
"Fuck me, Happy." She urged using the sweet, innocent little voice she knew drove him nuts.
"You're a bitch." He rasped, his pupils blown wide with desire as he pushed into her again.
"Just shut up and get yours." She stated and he raised a brow. "What? I got mine already; so do what you need to do to get yours." She flashed him a sexy smile and pulled her knees up to her sides in offering. His hips immediately began to frantically pump into her as one of his hands circled her throat.
"You gonna choke me? You like that, baby?" She murmured encouragingly and he groaned. "Do it, Hap."
His grip tightened and he felt his balls tighten as she coughed once beneath him. He loosened his grip immediately, and he looked to her face for any sign of panic. She shook her head urgently.
"I'm fine. Keep going." His grip tightened again and he watched as she gasped for breath. Logically, he knew she could still breathe well enough; he'd choked enough people in his life to know when someone was actually unable to get air. He was constricting her airway just enough that her brain was telling her to panic and gasp for air. Her hands gripped his forearm as she arched beneath him, moaning despite her impaired breathing.
"Fucking Christ, Sara." He growled suddenly, grip released and vision spotty as his own orgasm rushed up his spine. He collapsed on her, completely spent. She coughed once to clear her throat and he lifted his head to look at her, face contorted with concern.
"You good?" He rasped and she nodded. "You sure?" he asked slowly, unconvinced. She rolled her eyes. For someone who made a living being an outlaw without a conscience he certainly fussed over her.
"I'm fine, Hap. I liked it. I liked that you liked it." She answered with a simple shrug. She couldn't help that she trusted him despite many warnings. He had yet to do anything to make her doubt that trust.
"Jesus, woman. You are something else." He sighed, rolling onto his back. She moved to press a kiss into his chest.
"Happy Thanksgiving." She whispered cheerfully and he groaned, remembering that he needed to get up and head to Bakersfield.
"I gotta get up, little girl." He pointed out as Sara curled up beside him resting her head on his chest, making herself comfortable.
"No." She petulantly disagreed, throwing a leg over his waist in protest. He rolled his eyes at the ceiling but couldn't stop the small grin on his face at her attitude. Since when did her petulance make him smile instead of annoy him?
"Gotta head out." He murmured, pressing a kiss to her hair as she shook her head in defiance.
"Stay here. In bed. With me." She offered with a mischievous grin, looking up at him through her lashes.
"Yeah? And what happens when your brother shows up and hears his baby sister screaming, 'Oh Hap, fuck me harder with that huge brown cock'?" Happy joked, taking on a falsetto voice to imitate hers. She burst out laughing and smacked him hard in the stomach.
"Oh Happy, I want to choke on that big dick! Oh Happy, you fuck me so good!" He continued using his girly voice. She threw a hand over his mouth and he laughed.
"Ok! Enough! I get the point." She sighed, giggling. "You're such a jerk. I'm never speaking during sex again." He snorted in response.
"That's a fucking lie and we both know it. I was just making the point that maybe your brother doesn't want to hear that shit." He slid his arm out from under her and propped himself up on an elbow, looking down at her.
"Fine. Leave me here, naked and alone." She sighed dramatically. He opened his mouth, ready to invite her to Bakersfield when common sense kicked in and he cleared his throat to cover his mistake. He couldn't bring her home to his Ma. They weren't even together, not really. They were just having fun; it wasn't serious. His mother couldn't handle that kind of shit right now. He couldn't handle his mother handling that kind of shit. She'd be over the moon thinking he brought some gash home as a big gesture. She'd been pushing him to settle down and pop out a few kids since he was in his late twenties. Hadn't worked yet; no way he was going to feed into that fantasy by bringing home the bitch he was casually fucking.
"You'll manage." He finally responded and she hummed in agreement.
"Go shower and get ready. I'm going back to sleep." She dismissed, rolling onto her stomach away from him. He watched her for a moment before sliding out of bed. He threw the used condom in her small bedside trash and gathered his clothes from the night before.
"Wake me up before you leave." Sara mumbled from the bed already half asleep as he went into the bathroom. He showered quickly and dressed in his clothes from the day before. Normally he would have changed, but he figured he could just change when he got to Bakersfield since he would have to clean up for dinner anyway. After grabbing his bag from the living room, he brushed his teeth and took his meds before exiting the bathroom to squat next to her bed.
"Sare." He whispered and she groaned. "Saaraaa" He urged in a sing song voice and nudged her.
"What?" She snapped and he smirked. She really wasn't a morning person.
"I'm heading out." He quietly informed and her blue eyes fluttered open. She smiled bashfully at him.
"Have a good ride." She offered sleepily and he nodded once in acceptance.
"Later—" He bit back the word 'baby'. Thus far, he only called her that when he was fucking her and then it was less of a pet name and more just part of the dialogue they used with each other. It didn't mean anything. "I'll call when I'm heading back to Charming." He awkwardly added, and she nodded wordlessly.
He wasn't sure if she was coming back. He waited for her to give some kind of further acknowledgement, but none came. The silence that hung in the air between them spoke loud enough. If she knew what she was doing, he sure as hell wasn't privy to that information yet
"Bye." He finished gruffly and moved to stand. Her small hand shot out and gripped his arm, pulling him back down with a sudden urge to reassure the man before her. Sara pulled him towards the bed and he caught her meaning, leaning down to kiss her. She rolled onto her back, giving him better access. He sat on the edge of the bed as his tongue dipped into her mouth and her arms wrapped around his neck. The leather of his kutte was cool against her bare skin as the blankets were pushed down to her waist. He pulled from the kiss breathlessly, eyes immediately dropping to her bare breasts. Fuck did he really, really like them.
"Sara, I gotta go." He urged and she sat up, breasts bouncing into place. She crawled into his lap, straddling him and he groaned.
"This isn't fair." He grumbled, his hands squeezing her bare ass.
"I'm just saying goodbye." She shrugged impishly. His hands slid from her ass up the delicate curve of her hips to her waist. Her skin was soft beneath his hands, tight over her young frame.
"I ain't fucking you again." He mused as the twenty-two year old sighed dramatically.
"Fine." She accepted with a pout. "I guess I'll just have to do it myself." She stated with a shrug and climbed out of his lap to lounge on the bed, one hand falling between her legs and the other circling fingertips around one of her rosy nipples. He watched in rapt attention until his phone rang, making him jump. She laughed but continued touching herself as he moved to grab the flip phone from his bag.
"Hey Ma." He shot Sara a dark look and held up a finger to indicate silence but he couldn't take his eyes off her as she slipped a finger into her folds. She bit her lip as she moaned quietly, other hand pulling at her hard nipples.
"Yeah… yeah I'll be there in a few hours. Heading out momentarily." He answered absently as his empty hand moved to undo his belt and unbutton his pants.
"No I'm in San Bernardino. Long story." He continued, unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down far enough to pull his cock out. He huffed a goodbye and used his shoulder to close the phone before throwing it to his bag on the floor. His other hand was wrapped tightly around his hardened length and pulling at it jerkily.
"You're an actual bitch, you know that?" He grumbled standing over her as she moaned loudly, slipping a second finger into her pussy. Her hips were thrusting up, humping her own hand as she continued fingering herself before his eyes.
It was crass and gratuitous but she wanted him to leave wanting more. He had seemed uneasy when he was leaving, and she didn't want his attentions waning. It was selfish and insecure, sure, but she wanted to make sure he was still a constant in her life until she could figure out what her long-term plans were. She giggled as he groaned again, his frantic tugging getting more erratic.
"You gonna cum?" She asked her voice breathy with arousal. His jaw was clenched in focus, muscles taut beneath his clothed skin.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck." He grumbled quickly, signally his impending orgasm. She moved forward quickly, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue. He groaned loudly at the sight and immediately lined up his tip with her mouth. Within seconds he was shooting ropes of cum into her open mouth. There wasn't much, since he already came once that morning not too long before. He made sure to take a mental snapshot of the moment to add to his spankbank—the image satisfied the porn fantasy that rattled around in every guy's brain. It wasn't like croweaters didn't do shit like that all the time, but something about it being Sara—with her blue eyes and feigned innocence—made it so much more appealing.
His chest heaved as he tucked himself back in his pants and refastened his belt. She leaned back on her heels and watched him with an approving grin.
"Ride safe." She stated with a small laugh. He rolled his eyes and kissed the top of her head before playfully pushing her over on the bed. She laughed loudly and a grin pulled at his mouth.
"Fucking crazy woman." He murmured, grabbing his bag and haphazardly discarded phone from the floor.
"Bye, Hap!" She shouted to his retreating form as he exited her room. He held up a few fingers in acknowledgement. She heard the distant opening and closing of her front door following shortly by the familiar roar of a Harley. She lay splayed out on the bed with a smug grin on her face, staring up at the ceiling.
She pushed down the bubble of hope rising in her belly when she thought about her future. Sure, she and Hap had worked out some sort of rapport, but it was based almost solely on sex. It wasn't that they didn't talk about stuff—well she talked mostly, he just kind of made noises to let her know he was still listening—but they didn't ever talk about anything major. Just small talk or playful banter. It didn't mean anything.
They were just having fun, she reminded herself. She didn't need anything serious after Ryan. She just wanted to enjoy her youth. Happy was fun; that was it. He could go back to Tacoma and she'd be fine; honestly.
She sighed, not even believing herself. She disregarded the heavy thoughts and pulled herself from bed to shower. Some of the girls were coming over to help her prepare for Thanksgiving dinner and they would be over soon.
Author note: Hey all, sorry for the delay. I've been wicked sick. I know its not much but I needed to get this chapter out of the way to move on. I decided to take a bit of an unexpected detour so I've had to write up some chapters quickly rather than just go with stuff I had previously written. Any way. I know the smut was a bit gratuitous but I feel like Sara would feel like she needed to be over-sexual to keep his attention.