June 2008

Beams of morning light streamed into Sara's blinking eyes causing her to cringe, reminding her that she wasn't in her own bedroom with her thick light-blocking curtains. Rolling over, she was surprised Happy wasn't beside her. A rush of panic filled her momentarily before she remembered him coming to bed in the middle of the night. Glancing at the clock on her phone, it read 9:36am.

Sara pulled herself out of bed to find the grumpy biker she was missing. The old, pitted, wooden floor was cool on her bare feet as she made her way into the main living area before spotting him. She leaned on the jamb to the kitchen for a moment, just watching. She couldn't remember ever seeing Happy cook. Sure, he grilled, but here he was standing shirtless in front of a stove. Her blue eyes roved the expanse of his chiseled back, watching as his movements flexed the muscles under his dark skin.

"Coffee's in the pot." He stated without looking over his shoulder. She whistled lowly in response and moved towards the coffee pot. The man had the senses of a cat. The tousled blonde filled a mug and added a bit of milk and sugar before moving to Happy's side. He leaned down to give her a kiss before she hopped onto the counter next to the stove.

"Why didn't you wake me?" She questioned. Curious, she watched him crack some eggs into a bowl.

"Thought you'd wanna sleep in." He responded in his normal gruff demeanor. It made her smile.

"Of course I do, but I'm surprised you didn't wake me up for a little morning… relief." She inquired playfully, sipping her hot beverage.

"I'm not a complete savage." He shot back brusquely, although the small crinkle by his eyes revealed his equally playful tone. Sara only scoffed in response. "Happy birthday."

"Thanks... I feel the same." She admitted. "And twenty-three isn't that exciting I suppose."

"Depends on what you do." He hummed, focused on adding the eggs to the pan.

"What'd you do at 23?" She asked, half-expecting him to evade her question. He didn't talk much about his life before they met. Isn't much to tell was his go-to response.

"Time."

"For what?"

"B&E."

"How much time did you get?"

"Year and a fine. Got out in 6 months due to overcrowding and good behavior."

"Really?" Sara snorted in surprise.

"Didn't have much of a record then." He shrugged, his own amusement showing in his eyes.

"Clearly better behaved too." She teased dryly.

"Wouldn't get out early anymore." He added in agreement.

"Well let's hope I don't see that kind of excitement." She mused, sipping more coffee as his admission soaked in. They hadn't really spoken about the specifics of his record. She knew he had one, and that was it. The details had never come up and it wasn't really her business anyway. If he wanted her to know, he'd tell her. That was the outlaw way. "In fact, I'm looking forward to a year without any charges being brought up against me."

"You had any before?"

"Sure, but none of them stuck. That's kinda part and parcel of running a brothel. And just generally being associated with the club. When they can't get to the guys, they go after the girls." She shrugged, kicking her bare feet as a distraction. He knew it was true; he'd seen it dozens of times. Sometimes the sweetbutts would get pulled in for some drug charge and they'd crack and take a deal but they didn't know shit. The women who did, knew better than to give up any information.

They sat in silence as he transferred the omelet he made onto a plate and passed it to her.

"What about you?" She asked, eyeing the single plate of food.

"I run on coffee and cigarettes." He joked before gesturing to an empty plate with a few crumbs on it in the sink. "Ate before you got up."

"You should have woken me up." She sighed, taking a bite and a moment to savor it. "Jesus, Hap, this is really good."

He shrugged and proceeded to start cleaning up the mess he'd made. Which by most standards hardly qualified as a mess but she knew how he was when it came to cleanliness.

"Leave it, I'll clean it up." She offered but he shook his head and continued.

"It's your birthday."

"So?" He didn't answer but continued to clean, so she happily continued eating before he changed his mind. She certainly wasn't going to press the subject when it came to who was going to do the dishes.

"Where'd you learn to cook?"

"My ma."

"How's she doing? You haven't mentioned her much lately."

"She's fine. Same." He responded distantly, making it clear he didn't want to talk about it further.

"What time did you get back last night?" She inquired as she continued to eat. She heard his huff from the sink and smiled to herself. Looks like he'd forgotten how much she liked to talk.

"Late."

"Well yea, obviously. I barely woke up when you came to bed."

"Yea, I saw what you were up to while I was gone." He teased with a low, knowing chuckle.

"What does that mean?"

"The skin mags." He elaborated, gesturing to the living room.

"Oh yea. I forgot about those." She giggled and passed her empty plate to Happy before hopping off the counter. With another giggle she skipped into the living room to grab the magazine off the top of the pile.

"Miss August 1999 is here to say hello." Sara sang as she carried it in back in. Hap glanced over his shoulder at the cover.

"Rebecca Scott." He stated as if it were obvious.

"How did you know that?"

"I was 27 when that came out and had just done a stint in prison. It was a memorable issue for me."

"I was 14." Sara mused as she flipped through it with interest, missing Happy's cringe. He finished stacking the clean dishes to dry on the rack before turning to watch Sara. She was leaning against the small kitchen table flipping through the magazine, occasionally tilting it to inspect the multipage spreads. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun on her head, no make up on her face, and wearing an oversized tee shirt. She'd never been prettier.

His dark gaze scanned the expanse of her fair legs, stretching to the floor, one knee comfortably bent as she leaned. His blood began to race downward as he noticed the outline of her nipples through the cotton of his large shirt. Fuck.

He moved towards her, pulling the magazine from her fingers and tossing it on the table next to her.

"Hey! I was looking at that!" She responded petulantly before catching his eye. "Its my birthday." She pouted, gazing up at him through her lashes.

"Yea? Well I got your gift right here." His husky voice was playful, but it sobered her nonetheless as he pressed the length of his taut body against her. His strong arms wrapped around her small waist, pulling her so tightly to himself that she bent backwards. One rough hand traced the length of her body until it gripped her thigh, pulling it up to wrap around his waist. With little effort, he lifted her onto the table, smirking down at her lust-filled face. Her lips parted in anticipation; her eyes a dark, ominous blue; the flush blooming under her skin as his intense gaze swept over her.

"Kiss me." Sara commanded. A cocky smile flashed across his lips before he acquiesced. Smooth, feminine hands gripped his neck, keeping him in place as she deepened the kiss. With rushed fingers she pushed the elastic band of his basketball shorts down until they dropped unceremoniously around his ankles. Neither of them noticed them fall though because as soon as the waistband had dipped below his cock, they were both distracted.

"You in a hurry?" He smirked as she tugged his hardening length.

"Yeah, I wanna thank you for cooking breakfast before my boyfriend comes back." She teased, using her free hand to pull him down to kiss.

"You wanna show me a little something of what you and Miss August were up to last night?" The sensual gravel in his voice sent a shiver down her spine.

"I'd rather you just fuck me on this kitchen table." She brazenly countered and was rewarded with a low whistle.

"Yes ma'am." He responded with a chuckle and she slipped the loose tee over her head. She laid back on the table and lifted her hips as he slipped her panties off. One of his hands slipped into her folds to test her wetness, as if he needed to, before he lined himself up at her entrance. Sara sucked in a sharp breath as he filled her, her body not fully prepared for his entry.

"You good?" He asked as she tensed around him. It wasn't lost on him that he hadn't asked a bitch that question before Sara. Though, to be fair, the sweetbutts all had loose cunts anyway so it was never an issue.

"Yea, you're just big." She laughed before propping up to kiss his chest, his cock buried inside of her. His smug grin was lost in her neck as he bent to suck the skin by her ear. He indulged her kisses with his own for a few moments before restlessness took over.

"Aiight, lay back." He commanded with a nudge, pulling her ankles up to rest on his thick shoulders. She did as she was told and he was soon rewarded with the sounds of her pleasured cries filling the kitchen. The wet slap of skin punctuated the movement of his hips as he pushed into her over and over. Her fingers were tightly gripping the edges of the table on either side of her in a futile attempt to offset his force. He loved fucking her midday like this. Full daylight allowed him to soak up the visual of their coupling. The rhythmic bounce of her tits, the way the sweat shimmered on her brow, and the passionate, blossoming red under her skin as she reached her peak for the second time. Fuck, he could just die now and be okay if this was the last thing he ever saw. Hell, he'd be okay if this was this was the only woman he ever fucked for the rest of his life if this was what it would be like forever.

With a grunt and a few jerky thrusts he came, the heat radiating inside of her. Both of their chests heaved as they gasped for air feeling euphoric in the postcoital aftershocks.

"Well…. Happy birthday to me, indeed." She joked when she finally caught her breath. Happy rolled his eyes but kissed her anyway before pulling himself from her. "Ugh, fuck. So gross." She groaned as she felt his cum leaking from her and moved to close her legs. His large hands gripped her thighs before she could lock them and he pried them open, eying her leaking pussy with satisfaction. She slapped his hands away and grumbled for him to get a rag.

"Hey I worked hard making that for you." He shot back, snickering at her disgusted scoff, and moved to grab her discarded tee. She snatched it from him and used it to try to wipe herself clean before hopping down from the table.

"This is so undignified." She grumbled as she carefully made her way down the hall towards the bathroom, clutching the shirt between her legs.

"Its sexy." He shouted after her, still snickering. A muffled 'No its not!' was heard from the back bedroom but he ignored it. By the time she cleaned herself up and emerged again, wearing a pair of cotton shorts and a Harley tank, he was back in his shorts and done cleaning the table.

"Now what?" She asked, looking at him expectantly. His confused face was response enough. "Okay, well now that sex is out of the way, what else are we going to do today?"

"More sex?" He offered with a shrug and a smirk.

"You'll spend the whole time cleaning the surfaces we've fucked on."

"There are worse things to clean." He answered with a scoff, immediately thinking of the clubhouse bathrooms. " 'ts your birthday, whaddya wanna to do?"

A/N: Hey guys. Short one, but just wanted you guys to know I'm here, still trying to write. Thank you for all of your incredibly supportive reviews and responses, it truly reminds me what a community is.