And you will never feel pain

I watched as Happy practically flew through his kitchen door and bee-lined towards his bedroom. I was in the middle of cutting the Rice Krispies' treats I had made into single serve squares. I thought they would be a good treat for me to add to the kids' lunches tomorrow but hearing Happy crashing around in his room made me abandon that task to check on him.

When I made it to the doorway of his bedroom, I stood there for a couple of minutes just to watch him. He had opened up the safe he had hidden in the wall of his walk-in closet and had pulled nearly all of the envelopes he had stashed in it earlier today. He had dropped them on his bed and then it looked like he was now just muttering to himself.

The longer I watched him, the more confused I became, so I called out, "Did you lose something?"

He turned his eyes up just long enough to turn a very unimpressed glare in my direction. I held my hands up in surrender then saying, "Woah! Here to help, Mr. Surly!"

That earned me another glare, but this time he said, "You're not funny."

I wrapped my arms around his waist, so I was hugging his left side, replying, "Yes, I am. You just don't have a sense of humor when you're cranky."

He grunted out an irritated noise in response to hat comment. I then lifted his left arm and wrapped it around my neck so that I could tuck myself properly into his side. Thankfully, he didn't resist and pressed me closer into his side. Now I could actually see the bed and everything on it that was frustrating him. Not that that helped me to understand why he was upset at all.

"So…? Seriously? What's going on, Babe?"

I could almost hear his eye roll at me using that nickname before he answered, "How much is enough?"

"Enough for what? Sorry, I need some context," I replied with zero humor or teasing in my voice.

He huffed out a breath and hugged me even tighter. "For a wedding present."

"Ohhhh… That." I gave him one last squeeze as I kissed his neck before I eased out of him embrace. "You can put that all away. I already told you that I have that covered."

Happy let out another soft growl. "I can pay my own way."

"I KNOW!" I almost shouted in my haste to agree with him. I slipped under his arm again so that I could lean up and kiss his lips. "Trust me, I know you can. But… One of the perks to dating the groom's sister is that she has an 'in' with the happy couple. So, I've been able to pick their brains to come up with the perfect wedding gift. And don't you worry…" I kissed him again while I worked at undoing his belt and fly. "You WILL be paying me back… Big time."

He just stood there with a suspicious look on his face while I worked at undressing him. "Okay. So…? What ARE we giving them?"

I smiled as I dropped down to my knees in front of him. I looked up the length of his now naked body. It felt like it had been decades since I was able to stare at the expanse of his tattooed flesh, not just the year and a half we had been apart. Had he always had that "Filthy Few" tattoo under his right nipple? Fuck, who cared? I had him… here… in my hands. THAT was all that mattered.

I started to stroke him to hardness while I answered, "The first part of their gift is bringing the kids home from the wedding so the newlyweds can spend their first night together in wedded bliss alone… no distractions."

"Home…? Like…? H-h-here?"

I smirked as I watched all of the muscles in his face go slack under my ministrations. If hat wasn't enough, his stuttered speech told me that my efforts were working and soon all conversation would cease. It wasn't that I was avoiding this conversation, I just really wanted to delay it. Nearly a year and a half of celibacy was enough to drive a girl insane and now that I had Happy here and naked, I didn't want to wait any longer.

"I was hoping here because I've offered my apartment to Orlin and his wife while they're in town for the wedding. But… It's negotiable."

He opened his mouth to reply, but the only sound that came out was a strangled moan. After the last syllable passed over my lips, I leaned up on my knees and took as much of him into my mouth as I could manage. My gag reflex hadn't been tested since before he was locked away, so I didn't want to do anything stupid like trigger it or choke because I knew what that result would be. Happy would get all protective and then I would be lucky if he would be the least bit rough while we had sex. And you could forget about him letting me have my way with him and pleasuring him orally for the foreseeable future.

After a count of five, I slowly moved my head closer to his body to take him all the way into my mouth. I felt his tip slip into my throat just as my nose grazed against his navel. I stopped there to allow my body to get used to the welcomed invasion once again. Happy was using every of ounce of effort he possessed to hold himself perfectly still to give me a moment to allow my throat to relax around him.

When he felt me take in a breath and exhale it out of my nose, he moved his hands from where they were hanging limply at his sides to my head. When I felt the deliciously painful pinch of him fisting a handful of hair under each of his palms, I tried to let out a contented sigh. Since my mouth was more than a little full, no sound came out, but I could tell Happy had felt it. Somehow his already firm grip got even tighter and he actually let out an aroused moan instead of an excited grunt.

"Andie… Andie…" He called out in a quiet, carefully controlled voice. "Andie… Off…"

I could feel my eyebrows knit together in a confused scowl as I slowly moved my mouth back off his length. His fists clenched and unclenched with every inch that I released. God that felt amazing. I paused when all that remained was his top just on the inside of my lips.

It was almost as if he could read my mind because he gripped my hair so tightly that it was almost no pleasure and all pain. Instead of caressing his tip with my tongue and applying some suction like I had planned, I froze completely.

"Andie," he growled out as he took a step back. "OFF!"

I remained on my knees and just stared up at him as he liberated himself from my oral prison. Once my mouth was empty, I pouted up at him then asked, "Did I do something wrong?"

He shook his head and placed a hand under each of my elbows. I let him help me to my feet and waited patiently for him to answer. Of course, he didn't say a fucking word. Instead, he huffed out a laugh when he noticed that I had been trying to work myself out of my jeans while I had him… distracted. He then pulled my tank top over my head and tossed it onto the pile of his clothes. Once he had my bra off, he knelt down in front of me and pulled down and off my jeans and underwear. Once I was as naked as he was, Happy stood up in front of me.

"We need to get ready for the wedding," he finally said after we stared at each other for a couple of breaths.

"Oh… Okay," I replied with a confused scowl on my face. "I'll… I'll go… umm… I'll go and get dressed…"

When I took a step to walk around him. Happy quickly caught my arm to halt my steps. Now it was my turn to let out an unhappy noise of protest. He chuckled at my response. Seriously, he fucking laughed, which caused me to snarl.

"Hey… Ease up, Cujo," he commented, laughter still evident in his voice. I glared at him, so he pulled me into his chest and placed a firm, almost forceful kiss on my lips. "I meant we don't have time for everything you were planning. Come here, Princess."

I tried to keep pouting at him, but he just chuckled softly at my attempts. Since my petulance was having no effect on him… Wait, no. That wasn't accurate. It WAS having an effect… He was working hard at NOT laughing at me. NO… He was working hard at PRETENDING he was TRYING not to laugh.

After I huffed out another angry breath, he finally let out a bark of a laugh. "We have SOME time. But just not for everything."

I narrowed my eyes at him as I asked, "Meaning?"

"Meaning… we get off together. Then we get dressed for the party."

"Together…" I echoed ad I sidled up to him and ran my hand over his chest. "So, we can…?"

"Try something new… or stick with the old," he replied as he picked up my hands and yanked me gently against his chest. "So… Princess…?"

"Take me," I answered in a breathy voice. "Take me any way you want. I've missed you so much. Please… please just take me."

He didn't say anything to that. Instead he kissed me and lifted me off the ground. I hugged my arms tightly around his neck so that it would be easier for me to wrap my legs around his waist. I know everyone jokes about guys spending all of their spare time working out when they're in prison, but nothing could be more true for Happy. He came out even more jacked than when he went into Stockton, so he had no issues picking me up off the floor.

Happy took a couple of steps forward until his knees hit the side of his bed. I expected him to drop me down onto the mattress, but he held me tight while he continued kissing me. I almost didn't notice him bending at the knees so that he could lower me down to the bed. I started to release my hold on him until I felt him start to pull away. I wanted him to stay plastered to my body so that he could deliver on all the promises his kisses had made. Much to my chagrin, he ultimately pulled away from my lips completely.

I must have made a noise of protest without noticing because he huffed out another laugh before he leaned down to whisper, "You won't be disappointed, Princess."

I moved my hands to his cheeks to pull his face down to kiss him. I let him move back enough so that we could make eye contact. I then pet his left cheek as I reverently said, "I know… But please don't make me wait too long. I've missed you so much it hurts."

"I would never be that cruel," he replied with a soft smile.

I relaxed in my spot thinking he would blanket my body again to make love to me. Instead he once again moved off my body completely. I almost called out to him to ask him what he was doing, but I was silenced by him parting my legs by placing his knees under my knees so that he could kneel between them. He didn't have to say anything for me to catch on to what he was doing and shifted my body so that he could more easily position himself between my legs.

He smiled down at me as he draped my legs over his arms. He then pulled my body towards him as he thrust himself forward. If I had of been able to take in a full breath, I would have screamed out in ecstasy. Since he had neighbors close by, Happy was always careful to make sure I wouldn't cry out too loudly because he knew I would more than likely sound like a woman being tormented in an unpleasant way than anything else.

After he had established his pace, he let go of my legs so that he could drop his palms down on either side of my head. I quickly moved my legs from around his waist to wrap them around his thighs. He smiled down at me just as his pace picked up until it could be described as 'punishing'. My hands moved up to his upper arms in an attempt to anchor myself to try to move with him. But that wasn't possible because he had already worked me up to the most spectacular orgasm I have ever experienced. I tried to scream, but I couldn't fill my lungs with enough air to do that. He huffed out a sound that probably would have been a laugh if he wasn't falling over the edge of bliss with me.

When I opened my eyes, he was still holding himself up in a modified pushup, smiling down at me. I raised my right hand and just pet his cheek. I don't know what I wanted to say, but that point was rendered moot by him leaning down to kiss me. While we kissed, he rolled us over, so we were on our sides when we finally pulled away from each other.

I pecked his lips again then said, "I wish we could just stay in bed and do that all day."

"Okay," he replied as he moved to forward to kiss me.

I placed my hand on the center of his chest to give him a soft shove. "HAPPY! You're supposed to tell me that we CAN'T do that!"

"Am I now?" He questioned with a single raised eyebrow.

"Yes, you are," I replied with a cheeky grin. I leaned in to quickly kiss his lips then rolled off the bed. He watched as I sauntered over to the door and plucked my robe from the hook on the back of it. "You, Prince Charming, are supposed to be the voice of reason in this relationship."

"Is that so, Princess?" He countered as he slithered out of the bed.

I watched as he walked… No, stalked towards me. It amazed me how he was able to look like a predator stalking his prey and yet he still made me feel completely safe when he did it. I knew his reputation and the fear he could strike into the heart of the most hardened biker, but he was never like that with me. Whenever he was about to flip into full serial killer mode, he always managed to dial it back just enough to excite me without scaring the absolute shit out of me.

"That IS so. Which means you should be offering to wash my back for me so we can get ready that much faster."

A soft growl passed over his lips as he closed the distance between us. I tried to open the door to slip out and prolong this cat and mouse game, but he was too fast. Just as I placed my hand on the knob, Happy wrapped his hands around my waist to throw me over his shoulder. I immediately dropped my robe to grab onto his… SHIT… he was naked, so I could grab onto anything to anchor myself. Instead, I just shrieked out in laughter and wrapped my arms around his torso as he carried me to the bathroom.