March 2008

Sara tried her best to enjoy the rest of the night, or at least look like she was. Appearances were everything in the MC world. It didn't matter if she was pissed as a viper so long as no one knew. Time ticked past and while her rage slowly slipped away, she was left simmering in irritation. For the most part she stayed tucked under the comforting weight of Happy's arm putting on a polite smile, and the Bitch Squad gave them a wide berth. Hap was aware of her displeasure, as his thumb frequently caressed the bare skin of her arm. She found comfort in this, both the gesture itself and the fact that he knew her well enough to see past her façade.

"Wanna head out?" He finally murmured and she nearly leapt with joy.

"Ready when you are." She offered her relief evident in her sweet smile. After a few more minutes of saying goodbye to various people they hopped on his bike and headed back to his apartment. They were silent for the most part, Sara just tired and grateful to be able to relax.

"Want a beer?" He asked once they were inside. She responded with an affirmative and kicked her booties off by the door. She followed him into the kitchen as accepted the open bottle presented to her.

"You wanna tell me what those girls said now?" he pushed sternly.

"No." She stated flatly.

"Sara—" He warned.

"Happy." She mimicked with attitude. His eyes narrowed and hers rolled. "It's not the first time I've dealt with sweetbutts, Hap. Its fucking annoying, but it's not exactly novel."

"Well I should know if they said some disrespectful shit about me." Happy argued taking a swig of his beer. She glowered.

"Oh no, they had nothing but glowing reviews about you." She spat dryly.

"The fuck's that supposed to mean?"

"You know what that means." She rolled her eyes again and shook her head slightly sipping her own beer. "They just wanted to rub my face in the fact they had all fucked you at some point."

"Sara, I haven't stepped out on you—"

"I didn't ask." She snapped, cutting him off. "You know I don't want you to say shit like that. It's easier if I don't know… Besides, even if you haven't fucked around, you fucked them at some point." He shrugged; there ain't no point in denying what she already knew.

"You fucked guys before me." He pointed out.

"Mine don't come and brag about it to your face." She hissed, her annoyance slowly projecting on to him. "Just because I know it happened, doesn't mean I want to hear details about all the freaky shit they were willing to do for you." His eyes narrowed again.

"What kinda shit did they say?" He inquired darkly his own anger bubbling to the surface. She rolled her eyes and looked at him pointedly.

"Nothing that shocked me." She stated dryly.

"They shouldn't be runnin' their mouths about my personal business. They certainly shouldn't be talking shit to my girl about it." He spat loudly. Sara scoffed.

"It's not like anyone who knows you worth a damn wouldn't be able to guess you're a bit of a freak." She teased darkly. He rolled his eyes.

"Not the point, Sara." He firmly stated. She sighed, finishing her beer.

"It's fine, Hap. Let it go. I just want to forget about this whole thing." He took the empty bottle from her and set it on the counter next to his.

"You want me to help you forget?" He offered suggestively, hooking a finger in the band of her pants and pulling her close.

"Depends. What kind of shit you got in mind, freak?" She teased, wrapping her arms around his neck and looking up at him smugly. His hands slid from her waist down to cup her firm ass. He squeezed tightly before lifting her to sit on the kitchen counter. Her legs spread and he filled the void seamlessly.

"I'm thinkin' my girl got all dressed up lookin' sexy as fuck, tolerated some shit on my behalf, and put on a happy face even though she was pissed, so I'm down to do whatever she wants me to do."

"Yeah?" Her playful giggle made his heart skip a beat. He sobered for a moment.

"Sara, I know those girls said some shit; but the shit I did with them was because I could, and because they would let me. They're just jealous because they never got any of the other shit. The good shit, the… gentle shit..." Sara scoffed but chose not to argue with his debatable choice of description as he continued; "Only you've gotten that."' She nodded in understanding.

"I'm serious. I treat you better than them because you are better than them. You know how much I …" Sara's breath caught "…you know how much I care about you, right?" He asked, eyes boring into her intensely. She nodded again slowly, exhaling a mixture of relief and disappointment. She was confused. Did she want him to say it? Did she want to say it? She knew how she felt, but they weren't really the kind of couple that talked about their feelings a lot. His dark orbs were filled with raw, intense emotion. His hands squeezed her thighs tightly as she leaned in to kiss him. Her fingers wrapped around his smooth head, pulling him impossibly tighter to her lips. His words had lit a fire in her. She burned with desire, ached with need.

Her passion was reciprocated with fervor as he devoured her sweet lips. The bold sweep of his tongue across hers caused her to arch into him, her body needy for attention.

"What's my woman want from her man?" He mumbled against her lips, his deep gravelly tone making the apex of her legs tingle and clench. She broke the kiss, sucking in a lungful of air and smirking as she leaned back a bit, putting some space between their bodies. She looked at the countertop she was perched on and smiled.

"I think I want you to fuck me right here." She offered with a Cheshire smile. "And I think I want it rough." His lips twisted into an amused smirk. Excitement sparked in his eyes.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." She murmured confidently, looking up at him with her lust-filled stormy blue eyes. Her red lips were already swollen and her cheeks had a light flush. God, she was fucking beautiful. The coarse calluses of his fingertips dragged down her throat to the line of hooks down the front of her bustier. In one swift movement, he yanked it open. She jumped a little before giggling in surprise as her breasts sprang free. Her ribs flexed as she breathed unrestrained and he watched the rise and fall of her rosy nipples with rapt interest.

With an eager hand, he reached out and pinched one of the peaks sharply. She hissed in pain as her body jerked instinctively.

"Get down." He commanded, taking a step back. She slid slowly off the counter, hunger and unease in her eyes. "Strip." Without missing a beat, her hands moved to the clasp of her tight pants. Fuck, she was so perfect; so obedient. Sara kicked them off and met his eyes as she slowly slid her lace thong down. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with need. She held her damp thong up, dangling on one delicate finger. He grabbed it before ordering her to her knees, to which she complied.

"Blow me." He ordered, balling up her underwear and holding it to his face. His senses were flooded with the familiar scent of her desire as her gentle fingers worked his pants undone.

"Hurry up." He commanded, smacking her face with enough force to make a sharp sound, but gentle enough to not actually harm her. She slid his jeans down his thighs, letting the fabric pool around his knees. He wore nothing underneath, and she wrapped a soft hand around his base before looking up for approval. Hap nodded once, burying his fingers in the back of her blonde waves, her thong disregarded somewhere on the floor. A loud groan escaped him as his length was consumed by her hot mouth.

"That's a good girl." He praised, using his hands to push himself further past her lips. Her hands braced against his thigh, her fingers squeezing the thick muscles as she tried to let him take control but her instincts fought. "Keep going." He urged and thrust himself deeper, his hand holding her head in place. Her eyes watered as she fought her gag reflex. Her blue eyes shone up at him and although they were glassy he could see her arousal swimming in the shallow depths. His tight grip released and she pulled back far enough to suck a breath in around his length. His eyes caught hers, they held their locked gaze for a brief moment before she plunged forward, pushing him past the back of her throat.

"FUCK!" He shouted, squirming as she pulled back just as fast. Before he could catch his wits, he was being swallowed by her again. "Oh god. Fuck, Sara. Keep going." His fingers wrapped painfully in her hair as he guided her, setting a rhythm that pushed him further and further into her throat. Sara's eyes were watered to the point tears were beginning to run down her pink cheeks and saliva was dribbling down her chin and neck, but he was confident she had never been sexier. She gagged on his cock and he immediately released his pressure to allow her to pull back but she only pushed him deeper. Jesus Christ.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum." He groaned, holding her head steady and pumping his hips to fuck her mouth. As he felt the tingle in the base of his spine, he tried to push through it but lost the battle. At the last second, he pulled out of her mouth to spray his hot seed on her neck and chest. She wiped her chin with the back of her hand before attempting to wipe the mascara from under her eyes. She looked like a fucking mess, but was beaming up at him.

"Stand up." He ordered through ragged breaths. She obeyed and his cock twitched. He was still semi-hard and it wouldn't take more than a few minutes to recover. "Turn around and bend over." She hesitated for a brief second and he reached out to grab her neck.

"I said turn around, bitch." He growled her eyes wide in surprise. A small smirk graced her lips before she nodded and he released her. Good girl. She turned and leaned forward, resting her forearms on the counter. "Spread your legs." She did. One of his rough hands caressed her lower back before tracing one of the full globes of her ass.

Sara's body was humming with excitement and she fought the urge to rub her thighs together. Her pussy was practically dripping on the kitchen floor and—CRACK! She shrieked as her ass burned from his slap.

"You a slut?" He asked, his voice deep and raspy, the sandpapery tones making her apex pulsate. "You wanna get treated like a fucking slut?" CRACK! She jumped again as his palm made contact. There was a pause and she glanced of her shoulder nervously to see him stripping out of his clothes. Her teeth pulled her lip into her mouth at the sight of his delicious body, chiseled muscles bulging in all the right places. He caught her gaze and winked.

"You want more?" He whispered running fingers up her spine to grip the back of her neck. She nodded eagerly, lifting her ass towards him wantonly. She was rewarded with another sharp slap, this time to the other cheek. "Mmm I just love the way your skin turns such an angry red." His hand left her neck as he dropped to his knees behind her. A loud hiss escaped her as his teeth closed around the flesh of her ass, biting down sharply.

"Shut up and take it." He growled, pinching his bite mark. She whimpered and nodded, shifting her feet further apart. "Looks like someone is eager." He remarked with a low chuckle. A thick point finger traced from her lower back all the way down her crack, ghosting over her wet entrance to circle her clit. Sara released a soft sigh and he could see her pussy entrance flex as more of her fragrant wetness escaped.

"You wanna be fingered?" He asked, somewhat rhetorically, as Sara was barely able to string words together. She merely whimpered and nodded, pushing her hips backwards. He scooped her wetness onto his fingers and, after taking a moment to coat them thoroughly, slipped one into her ass. A guttural groan escaped her and his dick jerked to full attention. "I didn't specify where I would finger you." He teased, biting her again, more gently. He coaxed a second finger into her. He hadn't planned on licking her, but he couldn't resist when her juicy pussy was practically staring at him, calling to him like a siren. His tongue lapped at the length of her slit as his thick fingers worked her back entrance.

"Oh fuck." She breathed softly, her forehead dropping to the counter and hips tilting forward to allow him better access. He sucked her clit sharply into his mouth making her cry out and one of her knees to shake unsteadily. The deep, vibrating chuckle that followed didn't help with her stability. One of her hands snaked back to cup the back of his head and push him deeper into her as her hips pushed back. His tongue slipped inside of her, fucking her with long strokes. He hadn't intended to let her control this, but tonight was all about her and she was going fucking wild.

"Fuck, that's it baby." She cooed loudly, moaning and bucking as his fingers continued to work her ass and his tongue worked her soaked hole. "Keep going. Fuck that feels so good, baby...That's right… eat my pussy…fuck my ass with your fingers, Hap." If he hadn't been hard before, he was now after hearing the way his name rolled off her aroused tongue. His loose arm wrapped her hips tightly before he pushed her forcefully forward, pinning her hips to the counter as he buried his face in her creamy slit. She was up on her tiptoes now, unable to buck against him and she cried out loudly in frustration when she realized she was at his mercy again. She released his head and braced herself on the counter with both hands. She was distantly aware she was knocking things over, but her frantic desperation for release had her looking down a tunnel.

"Please, Happy, make me cum." She begged, loudly. His arm released her hips to pinch her clit. He felt her legs quiver in response and he increased the speed of the fingers easing in and out of her ass, before pinching her clit again with the other hand. She was moaning now, with each thrust of his fingers or pinch to her clit, wildly unaware of how loud she was; he fucking loved it. He loved seeing her let loose like this.

"Happy… please… I'm so close." He could hear the desperation in her labored breathing; she was close to tears as he pushed her closer and closer to the precipice. Come on, Sara. Time to cum, baby. He pinch her clit rapidly before circling it gently and he immediately felt her body go rigid, her voice cutting out mid-moan. He slowed his motions as her pussy seized around his tongue, fluttering and spewing more of her tangy flavor. His fingers eased from her ass but he continued to gently circle her clit as she twitched, her toes curling against his legs as she hung her weight on his counter. He could hear her exhilarated giggles as he shifted from his knees to his feet, standing slowly behind her. His cock slid against her thighs before brushing her dripping entrance as he reached his full height. The counter had her lifted to the perfect level for his groin.

His hands caressed her ass gently before pulling her cheeks open. He looked down at her hole, barely stretched from his fingers. She vaguely felt the warmth and wetness of his saliva as he spit down her crack. She felt the soft head of his hard cock press against the ring of her asshole. She tensed as he pushed forward gently, the flexible head nearly slipping past the tight barrier.

"Relax, just wanted to try for size." He grunted in amusement. "You wanted it rough, and you aren't ready for rough ass play." He assured, pulling out and shifting downward to her slippery entrance. "My woman's too tight for my cock." He mused proudly. She scoffed and rolled her eyes; leave it to Happy to compliment her and make it about his own cock size.

Sara yelped loudly as he pushed into her pussy, his own groan sounding as his hips settled against her ass.

"Hey!" She reached back and slapped his thigh. "A little warning would have been nice." Within seconds her hands were pinned tightly to the counter by her sides.

"Don't tell me what to do." He growled deeply and he felt her squeeze around him. "I'll fuck you however I want, bitch." He released her wrists to grip her hair and peeled her body up off the counter. The his cum was barely more than residue on her skin now, but his scent lingered in the air. The countertop edge bit into her hips sharply, and the pressure of his hips against her kept her pinned up on her tip toes, her back arching deeply as gravity pushed her millimeters deeper onto his cock. His other hand circled to her front squeezing a breast painfully before circling her neck. The hand in her hair jerked her head to the side so she was forced to look up at him.

His dark eyes roved her body, speared on his length and unable to move away from him. Her mouth hung open slightly, pink lips not nearly swollen enough. He pressed a hard kiss to her mouth, his tongue immediately invading her mouth. She groaned feeling the stickiness of his cheeks and chin against hers. She was overwhelmed by her own scent and taste invading her senses. He sucked her tongue and nipped her lips sharply. She jerked once before tasting copper.

She felt him smile into the kiss and his grip on her neck tightened in excitement as he also tasted her blood in the kiss. His tongue gently traced her lip, lapping at the small tear before breaking the kiss. He met her eyes quickly and seeing nothing but adoration and trust, he smirked. He was unable to move his hips as moving would release her from her trapped position, but being buried fully and deeply surrounding by her clenching tightness was enough for now as he devoured her pliant body. A quick yank of her hair opened her neck to his lips and teeth as he sucked the skin beneath her ear. She tried to squirm at the assault on her sensitive flesh but he held her steady, releasing her neck to tug on her hard nipples.

"You're mine." He exhaled into her neck and she moaned at the deep animalistic tone of his voice. "Having you this way; so vulnerable to me… it's fucking intoxicating." He continued and she mewed in agreement. She pulled against the grip of his hair to nudge him from her neck and look up at him. He was literally surrounding her, his large body wrapping and pinning her, filling her. Their eyes met and she swore she could see his soul. It was dark and stormy and intense. He was damaged and full of demons, but so was she.

"I love you." She blurted and her eyes went wide, waiting for a reaction. Time stopped for him as he looked down at the small woman in his arms. He saw everything in fine detail. The sharp contrast of their skin, the soft curve of her breasts, the red flush of her skin. He saw deepness in her eyes, and adoration and fear of rejection. He also saw an acceptance he never expected to see in a woman's eyes. It wasn't that she didn't know of his depravities; she was with him DESPITE his depravities. Fuck.

"I love you too." He admitted with a small shrug. He used his grip on her hair and her breast to pull her tighter to his chest as he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. She smiled bashfully up at him before he resumed sucking her neck. He plucked her nipple sharply, escalating their tension to a boiling point again. He released her hair to grip the back of her neck and press her forward. She lay forward on the counter, the coolness of the laminate heightened by her sensitive, flushed skin. Finally, as she was starting to lose feeling in her legs he released the pressure of his hips, allowing the counter to hold her weight. Pain etched across her skin where the counter edge has pressed. Her relief was momentary though, as he pulled back and thrust hard against her. And again. And again. She cried out at the sudden onslaught against her pussy, his length penetrating deep. She pressed her thighs together desperately and Happy groaned loudly. He was nearly incoherent seeing her impaled on his cock, moaning in pleasure.

"Fuck, you're so fucking tight." Soon he was hammering against her, her body shaking as it absorbed his force. His loud grunts were mixed with her feminine cries. She clawed at the smooth counter for purchase but was given none. Suddenly he pulled out and she felt the sting of another slap to her ass.

"Get on your back." He ordered his voice growing hoarse with ardor. She eagerly turned and hopped up, laying back as best she could. He pulled her hips off the edge counter but held them level with his, allowing her to lay back. He plunged back in, positioning her feet up by his ears. Her gasps became cries became screams as he set a punishingly face pace. One of his hands pawed roughly at her breasts as they bounced with each thrust.

"You fucking like that?" He groaned and she nodded, a needy high pitched 'yea' escaped her lips. "Yea, you fucking like that, you bitch. You like when I fuck you rough? Your tight cunt can take a beating, ain't that right, bitch? Fuck, your pussy is fucking amazing." He groaned, his eyes closing tightly as he thrust. Sweat dripped from his forehead and his eyes fluttered open as she wiped his brow with her hand. He chuckled breathily and turned his head to nip at her calf in gratitude.

"Keep talking, baby." She urged.

"Yea, that's my woman; always wanting to hear all the dirty shit. Such a needy little bitch." He teased, trying to focus on his words as he continued to jackhammer his hips forcefully against hers. The vulgar slap of skin filled the air. "You're so fucking hot. The way you dealt with the cunts at the club earlier, fuck, I could have fucked you right there in front of all of them. Then we get home and hearing you want it rough; I mean, fuck, Sara." He grunted as she cried out at a particularly hard shove. She was getting close, his words pushing her higher and higher.

"Fucking you raw like this, in my fucking home, on my kitchen counter. My dirty fuckin' girl. I can't wait to fuck your sweet ass. I'm gonna take my time on that, have you riding my cock… begging for more." He groaned at his on fantasy. His hand released her breast to drop to her belly. He pressed into the space beneath her belly button and grunted.

"I can feel my cock in you, fucking you deep. You need more?" She nodded frantically, and he slipped a thumb between her legs to rub her clit.

"That feel good, baby?" He asked, barely focused as his muscles burned. He wouldn't be able to keep this pace much longer, but he'd be damned if she didn't cum again.

"Yea… yea… ah..ah.." Her cries were punctuated by his moves.

"Come on Sara, cum for me. Cum on my cock, you dirty little bitch. I can feel your tight little cunt twitching already." She groaned loudly as her body shook with release. "Oh fuck." His response was garbled with a groan as she clamped around his length, milking him, pulling his release from his body.

"Happy, cum." She commanded, barely able to string words together. "Cum inside me, Hap. Fill me." Her words pulled the trigger and his own release started. His hips pressed tightly to her as he held her hips steady to his, pumping only minutely as her pussy gobbled the cum from his cock. She could feel the warmth of his seed filling her deeply, coating her completely.

They both exhaled loudly, trying to catch their breaths. Her legs dropped from his shoulders to tuck and fall open. He shifted her hips up on the counter slightly, relieving himself of the responsibility of holding her up. He leaned forward over her, hands planted on either side as he looked down at her with a lazy smile.

"Holy fuck that was good." He exhaled and she giggled. He twitched inside of her and he groaned loudly.

"Ugh, don't move like that." He winced, his cock still wildly sensitive inside of her.

"Sorry." She apologized, although no sympathy was evident in her voice. If anything, there was smug pride.

"I'm just gonna stay here for the rest of the night." He mumbled, dropping his forehead to her chest, his own still heaving. She softly kissed the top of his head and gently scratched the back of his neck soothingly.

"I mean we can, but my body will hate me for it tomorrow." She giggled again, and he twitched again. He winced against her.

"What did I say about that?" he grumbled.

"Oh my poor boy. I'm so sorry your dick is so tender after the beating my body just took." She teased, placing another kiss on his head. He tilted his head to look up at her.

"You good?"

"Yea I'll be fine." She dismissed pleasantly. Truthfully, she was going to be fucking sore tomorrow. Full body soreness. From top to bottom. She was pretty sure her nipples were chafed from being pinched and tugged. Her neck surely had marks from his harsh kisses. Her ass had a bite mark on it. And she definitely, definitely would be walking weird.

"You know I meant what I said." He murmured quietly, still watching her.

"Which part? The part where you want to fuck my ass? Or the part where you said you loved me?" She teased again; clearly being fucked sideways left her in a playful mood.

"I mean both, but you know what part I was getting at." He stated.

"I know." She assured.

"I just don't want you to think I just said it because we were fucking."

"You don't say things like that that you don't mean. I know that." She stated as if it were obvious and he smiled. She really did know him inside and out. "I'm sorry we fought earlier."

"'ts fine. You were treated like shit tonight by my family." He admitted in annoyance and she hummed in response. "That shits not okay Sara. I told Lee I'd leave if he kept that shit up."

"What?" Sara stated in alarm, sitting up on her elbows forcing Hap's head off her chest. "You can't say shit like to him! Now he's really gonna hate me!" She groaned.

"Doesn't matter. No one gets to treat you like that and get away with it."

"Jesus Christ Hap." She sighed closing her eyes.

"Don't worry about it." He assured and pressed a kiss to her annoyed forehead.

"All right, let's go to bed." He offered and she snorted.

"I need a shower. I'm both covered in and filled with your cum."

"I don't see the problem." He responded blankly. She shot him a dirty look and he smirked, pulling out of her slowly and easing her onto her feet. Within moments of being upright she felt the sticky fluid leaking down her leg.

"Ugh, gross." She sighed, awkwardly tiptoeing out of the kitchen, trying to keep from dripping on the floor.

"I think it's hot." He retorted, following her down the hall.

"You. Would." She shot back. She hissed as he slapped her ass playfully.

"Watch it, asshole, that's where you bit me." She grumbled finally making it to his en suite bathroom.

"I know. You have a bruise forming already." He moved past her in the bathroom to turn on the shower.

"Of course I do." She grumbled, sitting on the toilet.

"I swear to god, if you piss with me right here, I'm ending this." He responded, disgust evident in his voice.

"Relax, my body hurts and I want to sit. But good to know you draw the line at peeing in front of each other." She responded dryly, following him into the now warm shower.

"Are you actually okay?"

"Yea, I'm fine." She grumbled less pleasantly than before now that the euphoria was wearing off. "I asked for it rough, and you delivered."

"Yea, but I don't want you fucking miserable afterward." He pointed out, grabbing the soap from behind her to lather his hands.

"Do we need a safe word?" She teased.

"Maybe." He shrugged, seriously.

"Ok fine, but I wouldn't have used it tonight." She stated with a huff. He gave her a pointed look. "What? I wouldn't have. Besides, it's not like you didn't have a good time."

"Not the point." He responded gruffly, rubbing his soapy hands down her sore body. She looked up at him to get his attention.

"Hey, I loved it, and I love you. I'm okay. I'm just a brat, you know that." He nodded and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.

"Fine." He acquiesced.

"Good. Now finish washing me. I'm tired." She commanded and he rolled his eyes but complied happily.

A/N: Whew. Well that was steamy. People were torn between options A and B so I figured I'd write a nice long lemony chapter with the big ILY declarations before jumping into some more drama.