Opie woke up to an empty bed. Rolling up, he took care of his morning routine before heading downstairs. If he had intentions of staying his nights with Dylan, he better move more of his shit over. He smelled the coffee and breakfast midway down the stairs.
"Morning handsome," Dylan smiled from the table. Opie tipped her chin for a kiss.
"Morning baby."
"Got breakfast casserole this morning, help yourself. What time do I need to be ready tonight and are we driving together?" Dylan asked turning half her attention back to the paper.
Opie thought that over. As much as he would love to have her ride in with him, having her wait out church in the clubhouse didn't appeal to him. He didn't know the new prospect well enough and honestly the thought of her fending off hang arounds didn't appeal to him.
"You can head over to the clubhouse around 8:30, church should be done by them. Just remember you are my old lady, don't take shit," Opie said sitting down to eat. Dylan simply nodded.
Once breakfast was done, Dylan sent him off with a kiss saying she was working a half day from home. Opie smirked when he got a gasp and lip bite when he slapped her ass on his way out the door.
Dylan stretched after her workout. She needed a hard one to calm her nerves. Being raised around ranch hands and dirty-mouthed men prepared her a bit for bikers she assured herself. If she was honest, her nerves were centered around making a good impression. She had dated a bit in high school, but nothing as serious as what this was with Opie. Giving herself a shake and deciding some pampering was in order, she quickly showered and grabbed her keys.
"Give to me your leather…take from me, my lace…" the vocals of Stevie Nicks drifted down the stairs as Opie entered the house. Mentally noting to talk safety and keys, he headed upstairs.
"Holy fuck…" he muttered his jaw dropping and his mouth going dry. Dylan was standing with her back to him in only a black lace thong and red stilettos, her hair cascading over her back in loose curls. She was looking down at her shoes with her hands on her hips. Opie licked his lips as she bent over giving him one hell of a view.
"You're killing me woman," he growled making her yelp and turn around.
"Shit Harry! Don't scare me!" Dylan yelled. Opie didn't hear her, his eyes glued to her bouncing chest. He strode forward scooping her up as he pinned her to the wall.
"Then lock the damn door," he snarled kissing her.
Any retort she had was swallowed in his passion. He ground into her causing her to arch into him more, her hands tight in his hair. He was quickly losing his control, years of pent up need making him turn to throw her on the bed.
"I want you Dylan Grace," he panted.
Dylan froze for a moment. She wasn't ready for sex but by the look on her man's face, kissing wasn't going to cut it. Biting her lip, she took a deep breath.
"You want to be the first man to taste me?" Opie dropped to his knees wedging himself between her legs.
Running his hands up her smooth legs, he inhaled. Fuck, the aroma was heady along with the gift she was giving. Dropping a hand to undo his pants, he freed himself. Dylan propped herself titling her head for a peak.
"This is all yours baby, whenever you are ready," he breathed.
"I'm a lucky girl, now open your present," his woman purred. Opie needed no more prompting.
His lips trailed kisses up her legs, his fingers pulling down the thong. He grinned at her wiggling and moans. He enjoyed his view for a moment before diving in to feast on that tangy sweet delight.
Dylan was in a sea of pleasure. That man had a tongue blessed by Lucifer by what he was doing. His fingers hit places in her she didn't know could feel so good. As her pleasure built, a chant of his name rose from her. As her back arched, her legs squeezed around his head. She was sure she was suffocating him, but Opie never slowed his pace. Finally it all snapped.
"HARRY! OPIE…FUUUCK!" Dylan screamed. Opie let out a loud grunt, slowing his fingers and tongue. When her legs dropped a red-faced Opie emerged with a shit-eating grin.
"You taste like sugar and lemons…fucking delicious," Opie said standing up. He would need a shower and change, just getting her off got him off.
"Glad you enjoyed…that was…fuck…"Dylan had a hazy smile on her face. Opie leant down and kissed her. He was surprised with how hard she kissed him back.
"Gonna shower, then got to head back…any chance you did laundry?" Opie asked, giving her breasts a squeeze, next time he was paying them more attention.
"I did, you need more of your things over here," Dylan said sitting up.
"Planning on it baby," Opie smirked.
When he came out of the shower, Dylan was twirling in the mirror. He liked the corset dress with a floral print and black skirt. It didn't show off too much, but fit her well.
"This ok?" Dylan asked.
Opie nodded, noting she had kept her makeup in a more natural look. He really appreciated how she looked beautiful without overdoing anything. But he figured he would mostly see her in jeans and t-shits.
"See you in a couple hours, just go up to the bar, don't take any shit," Opie said kissing her forehead.
"OK, pull on my dealing with idiot ranch hands panties, got it!" Dylan joked. Opie rolled his eyes.
When Dylan pulled up to the clubhouse, she could tell the party was just gearing up. By the long line of bikes, she figured the party would be bigger and louder since Opie was back from prison. Walking in, the music was old rock, a pool game was going and the smell of booze and weed was beginning to rise. A few looked her way, but since the patched members weren't out of church, Dylan didn't have to speak to anyone yet.
Siting at the bar, the blonde prospect gave her a look. Shooting him a smile, Dylan turned her attention to the wall of mugshots. Like some sort of outlaw hall of fame. Finding Opie she chuckled thinking that that was the first picture and impression she had of the man.
"You want a drink?" Dylan turned her attention to the prospect.
"Johnnie Walker Black on the rocks," Dylan said. The prospect gaped at her before turning to find her request.
"You new pussy?" The question came from a hang around that couldn't be older than 20. He had all the looks of the guy who into what the image of the club would give him, which completely fit the gym meathead look he had going.
"You an idiot?" Dylan retorted taking her drink. The guy scowled at her and was about to make a reply when the church doors opened. About 20 patches filed out. Opie was easy to spot.
Dylan stood, grabbing her drink. Ignoring the hang around she went right up to her man. He snaked a hand to the back of her neck before pulling her into a kiss. A couple of whistles pulled them apart.
"Jax, Chibs, this is Dylan," Opie introduced. Dylan nodded to the men, knowing Jax from Opie's letters.
"Hey darlin'…you must be the mysterious blonde," Jax joked.
"And you must be the VP," Dylan extended her hand. Jax pulled her into a hug. Dylan heard Opie grumble at that.
"She's a beauty Opie, my turn love," Chibs said. Twirling her into the Scot's arms, Dylan heard Opie swearing.
"You two are terrible," Dylan chided but appreciated the good intention of the hugs. Opie was quick to pull her back under his arm.
Leading her outside, Opie got them food. Jax and Chibs joined them, the four falling into an easy conversation. When the fights started up, Dylan was eager to watch them to Opie's amusement. Since they had been with Jax and Chibs, none of the croweaters had really bothered them.
"Babe, I got to pee," Dylan said.
"Second on the left," Opie said giving her a quick kiss. Dylan rose, weaving her way through the crowd.
The moment she was gone, the other women swirled around the table. Opie ignored them, calling for another round of beers.
"How long has Dylan…" Jax started.
"Prison pen pal, then moved out here before I got out," Opie said.
"You're shitting me," Jax said shaking his head.
"Nope, girl wrote to me for nearly five years," Opie boasted again pushing off a croweater.
"Definitely a keeper then, especially since she didn't run at your ugly mug," Jax teased.
"Asshole," Opie laughed turning his attention to the clubhouse door. He went rigid standing so quickly he knocked his beer over.
Jax snapped his head to see what had Opie so upset. A muscled up hang around had partially blocked Dylan's path. It looked like he was trying to hit on her, to her trying to move around him. Opie was already moving toward the pair; Jax quickly following.
"C'mon baby…that patch will drop you. When I make it in, you'll be my old lady for sure…" he was nearly simpering.
"And I said get the fuck out of my way you all hat no cattle waste of space," Dylan spat.
"Fucking bitch!" The man yelled taking an uppercut swing at her. But Dylan was quicker, raising her arm in a push down block throwing her right cross to his chin. The man stumbled giving Dylan the opportunity to grab his head and drive her knee into his face. He dropped to his knees blood pouring from his face.
"Asshole," Dylan muttered as Opie reached her. He was impressed and pissed.
"Get lost and don't come back!" He threatened pulling Dylan to him. She snuggled up to his chest. The man scrambled up, cursing as he left.
"I like you," came the gravel of Happy's voice. Dylan and Opie turned to the man.
"Thank you," Dylan said as Opie nodded at his brother. Jax came up with a grin.
"I think you busted his nose," he said chuckling. Dylan shrugged.
"Uncle Cody thought I needed all the fight training I could get, in case a ranch hand got in his head I was available," Dylan shrugged.
"Smart man," Happy nodded.
The four moved inside, finding the pool table opened. As the night wore on Dylan noticed the other women sending her looks, but not hitting on Opie. Word must of circulated she was with him…or that she already beat someone up. Deciding it didn't matter, Dylan returned to her conversation with Happy about her now upcoming crow tattoo.
"You ready baby?" Opie asked around 1 a.m.
"Hell yes, my feet are killing me," Dylan grumbled. Opie just scooped her up, ignoring her protest and carried her to her SUV.
"Give me the keys, we'll get my bike tomorrow," he said. Dylan dug in her corset pulling them out.
It was a pleasant silence on the way to the house. Dylan was rubbing her feet and Op was smoking his last cigarette.
"You did great tonight babe. I know you didn't meet everyone- hard to at a larger party. But there is a family dinner coming up. Those are easier, but mind Gemma," he said flicking his bud.
"Gemma is the president's old lady right?" Dylan asked, glowing a bit at Opie's approval of the night.
"Yeah and my second mother. She's pretty protective of her family, but is alright if you are respectful," Opie said.
"I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. Will I have my crow by then?" Dylan switched subjects. She didn't want to think about mother's right now.
"Hap is free Wednesday night, you ok with that?"
"Yeah, you getting something for me?" She reached out for Opie's hand at that. He squeezed it in thought. Dylan let him think all the way until they were home.
"Only for you baby," he said earning himself a deep kiss from his woman. He pulled back, tracing her face.
"Nothing stupid ok? I want you to wear something you are proud of," Dylan said leaning into his hand. Opie nodded.
"Bed please," Dylan yawned. Opie chuckled, getting out. Dylan followed, giggling when he again scooped her up.