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It had been raining for days in Oregon, after her classes were over Tilly had settled into her apartment in a pair of yoga pants, uggs and an oversized sweater, hair in a messy bun and some bullshit reality tv show on the tv as she started to think about making something for dinner.
Smiling to herself as she heard the rumble of a motorcycle down the street made Tilly think about calling her mom, it had been a week since they last talked, and while her mom could be a lot at times, she was still her mom.
Settling on a bowl of ramen, Tilly pulled the ingredients out of the fridge she'd need to take her packaged Ramen from- well packaged ramen to something slightly better- and dropped them onto the counter, as thunder rolled overhead.
She was chopping mushrooms to throw into the broth when she heard it, what sounded like a pounding on the door. Pausing Tilly wasn't sure if the sound had come from the TV or her door, but after a moment of silence she started to chop the mushrooms again before- there it was again, a pounding that this time she was sure was coming from her door.
Making her way from the kitchen to the living room she peeked through the peephole and then stepped back, unlocking the door and opening it, finding a drenched man standing there, a backpack over his shoulder, water dripping down to his heavy boots, glistening off of his bald head.
"Happy," Tilly said in surprise. "What are you doing here?"
"Practically a monsoon out there," he said as he looked down at the entryway, hesitating.
"Come in," she urged him, but he still hesitated, Tilly, realizing what was going on held up a finger before running to the hall closet, grabbing a few towels and then coming back to the living room, laying out a towel for him to step onto, she was relieved that he stepped into the apartment, closing the door behind him and locking both the top and bottom lock.
"Thanks," his voice was raspy, it had always been raspy so she wasn't worried that he had a cold, but she was worried he'd get one if he didn't get out of his wet clothes.
"Happy, get out of those clothes," she said as she took his backpack from him, setting it on the towel next to him. "I'll throw them into the wash."
It was probably just a sign of how uncomfortable he was in the clothes rather than how comfortable he was around Tilly that he listened, pulling his gun from his waistband he handed it to the twenty year old who accepted it and set it onto the coffee table, his cell phone, burner phone and wallet were next to join the gun on the coffee table, and his cut was handed to the girl who ran a hand towel over it before she laid it over the arm of the couch.
Happy stripped down to his boxer briefs, handing his clothes to Tilly who took them to the washing machine in the corner of the small kitchen and dropped them in, starting the wash after tossing in a laundry pod and then he watched as she ran from the kitchen to the hallway.
Looking around while she was gone, Happy had to admit the room was different than he expected. He chalked it up to her being a college student, though he didn't know if her parents knew what she was living like. Second hand couch, second hand coffee table, shitty TV playing shitty reality tv, she was really taking to this college theme.
A stick of incense was burning on the window between the kitchen and the living room, and he could hear the washer filling up.
When Tilly came back into the living room she was holding a pair of black sweatpants, and a large shirt, too large for her, she must have stolen it from someone.
"Thanks," his voice was gruff, short, but Tilly knew that Happy wasn't much of a talker, she had known him for a while.
"So, where are you heading?" she asked as he leaned down to hold the sweats to his waist, checking their size. When he realized they would fit he looked at her curiously and she shrugged. "I stole them from my brother," she explained.
"And the shirt?"
"Stole it from Juice," she answered, earning a snort from Happy who stared at her for a wary moment before Tilly turned around and walked back to the kitchen, letting him get dressed. "So which way were you headed?" she called back as she went back to what she had been doing.
"South," he replied. "Hit the storm about an hour ago, thought I could handle it, but it just got worse,"
"Yeah, TV says it's going to be bad for at least another day- I don't know if you should be riding in this weather," she explained as she started doing something in the kitchen, chopping it sounded like.
While she was doing that, and out of sight Happy slipped his boxers down his legs and stepped into the sweats, forgoing the shirt for a little while, he tossed it onto the couch before scooping up his boxers, and the towel he had used to dry off, but leaving the one on the floor. He may need to go back out in a little while, he would leave it there until he was sure.
Walking into her cramped kitchen he lifted the lid to the washer and threw in his boxers and the towel before closing it again, letting it resume agitating and then moving to open the door to her refrigerator.
She was well stocked with beer he noticed, though he was sure he remembered her being underage, pulling one out he twisted the cap off and set it next to her before getting one himself. "Dad sent a couple guys to come check on me last week," she explained when he set the beer down next to her. "Juice and Chibs, they decided I didn't have enough beer for a college student and made sure I had enough to last until the next check in," or until the rapture.
He didn't reply, just let out a soft snort, and moved to stand against the counter, watching what she was doing. She knew how to use a knife, and that he was thankful for. Her red curly hair was pulled back with a single pink scrunchie tied loosely and she was concentrating on what she did.
"Did you get anything from your mom?" he wondered out loud and she looked over at him with those icy blue eyes that sparkled with amusement.
"My temper," she said warningly, looking back at what she was doing, Happy feeling the corner of his mouth twitch. "I'm making Ramen," she explained as she dumped the vegetables she had been cutting into a pot and started to put in more ingredients. "There's enough for you."
"You don't need to feed me," he told her, but he would be lying if the thought of a hot meal didn't make him ache with need. How long had it been since he'd eaten something that he didn't get in a drive thru? It wasn't like they kept Crow Eaters or Sweetbutts around for their cooking skills in Tacoma.
"Well you're here wearing my clothes and drinking my beer, I may as well share my dinner with you." she pointed out. "Especially if you're going to be sleeping on my couch." Happy glanced over at her and she shrugged. "It's not safe to ride, but if you don't want the couch I have an air mattress," she offered.
"Couch is fine," he replied gruffly, moving so she could fill the pot up with some water and watching as she tossed a bullion cube into the pot. She turned on the heat and Happy looked her over.
When was the last time he had seen Tilly? Maybe two years ago when she was going to school in the first place?
No, it had been over the summer, she had gone home for a few weeks and he had been in town doing some work for the club.
She had been all dolled up then, but now with her relaxing at home, he found he preferred her more at ease like she was now.
She had never been one for heels, she was already tall, taller than most of the girls that hung around clubhouses, her curly red hair was a mess, and while she wasn't exactly thin she wasn't thick either.
An average size girl, with steady hips that were made for holding on tight to.
Happy turned back to what she was doing with her hands as his dick twitched at the thought of holding onto her hips.
Moving from the kitchen to the living room suddenly, he plopped down on the couch and picked up the remote, changing the tv from the shitty reality tv that no one was paying attention to, to the weather channel to see how long this storm would last.
After about half an hour as he had settled on a classic movie edited for TV, she appeared in the living room, holding a bowl out to him that he readily accepted.
He was hungry, she had food, it was a win win.
The two ate in silence, save for the occasional laugh from either of them at the movie, and Happy found himself feeling actually comfortable with Tilly.
Sure he had never been expressly uncomfortable with the girl, but he never found himself truly comfortable with anyone.
After the movie was over Happy let her take the bowl from him, and accepted the beer she returned with, already open, she'd make a good old lady he found himself thinking, before he could stop himself.
Of course- not an old lady for him, he, Happy Lowman, he didn't have an old lady, he didn't need an old lady, he had sweetbutts and croweaters, and he especially didn't want to think about what her dad would do to him if he had ever voiced that thought.
But it made sense with who her parents were that she would be as good as she was, her mom would have raised her to be ready to be an old lady, anything less would be ridiculous, and he couldn't help but wonder how her mom felt about her being in college.
The opportunity to ask presented itself when she pulled out a backpack and started to work on something, homework it looked like.
He had dropped out when he was fifteen, so the thought of still doing homework at twenty made his skin crawl and his head hurt.
"What your mom think about you in college?" he asked and she looked over at him like she had forgotten that he was there.
After a moment of silence that he guessed was her registering what he had said she finally replied. "Oh- I mean she says she's proud of me, but I think she was hoping I'd take more after her," she explained as she looked back at her homework, scribbling out a few lines.
"Your dad is proud of you," he didn't know why he felt the need to tell her that, maybe it was the tense way she had spoken about her mom, but he wanted her to know that her dad would brag about her at every given opportunity.
"I know," she mumbled. "He tells me every time we're on the phone."
"Hm," Happy didn't have much to say to that so instead he started flipping through the channels on the TV, trying to find something else to watch while she worked on her homework.
Settling on an old movie about a biker gang and a man trying to stop the biker gang Happy half watched the movie and half watched Tilly, her lips moving over each word she was reading as she read, highlighting, writing notes, and working until she finally stopped, calling it a night.
"Thank god tomorrow's Saturday," she groaned as she stretched and then leaned back against the couch, then stood, getting them both another beer.
He accepted it and sipped his beer as he turned his eyes back to the movie, noticing but not moving when she leaned against him as they watched the movie.
When it was over she was almost asleep against his side. Waking up suddenly she chuckled a little awkwardly as she sat up. "Sorry," she apologized, Happy not replying as he watched her stand up and move around. He wished she wouldn't.
Chastising himself internally he decided it was only because he was with her and only her, he had been looking forward to seeing the selection of sweetbutts and croweaters in California, while they were all older than Tilly, they were usually decent enough at what they did, and his blue balls were just because she was off limits.
She disappeared into the hallway and then came back with a pillow , a set of sheets and a blanket.
"Get up," she told him, and he stood, dragging the coffee table across the beige carpet, and out of the way as she pulled off the cushions of the couch. Happy pulled open the couch bed and unfolded it, then waited for her to finish making the bed before he sat down on it. "Beer's in the fridge, there's food in there and in the pantry too- not a lot, but there's stuff there," she explained. "You know where the bathroom is, I tossed your stuff into the dryer earlier so it should be dry now, if you want to take a shower in the morning, there's clean towels in the closet," she listed off and Happy watched her for a moment before she seemed to decide she was done and nodded.
"Thanks," he said and she smiled.
"My dad would kill me if I didn't let you stay the night," she joked.
"I think he'd have me do it for him," he replied and she laughed lightly, that was it.
That was what drove him crazy about her.
Not her laugh- though it did make him feel a little tighter in the pants, but no. It was her sense of humor.
She had such a dark sense of humor, and while he couldn't blame her for it, it made every time he was close to her hell.
He loved her sense of humor, but she was out of bounds, off limits, they would never find the body.
He watched her walk down the hallway, to her room, and then heard the door close before he flopped back onto the couch bed. After flipping through the channels he landed on the news, watching that for a while before he drifted off.
When he woke up it was three in the morning and he had the worst cottonmouth. He was about to get up and get a water bottle from the fridge before he heard her door creak open. Not wanting her to think he was disturbed by her opening the door he kept his eyes closed, listening as she crept down the hallway, got something from the fridge, a water bottle he realized when he heard her open it and take a few gulps from it before walking back down the hallway to her room.
He was about to roll out of bed and get himself one before he heard it, the sound making him unable to move.
The low hum of a motor coming from her room.
Happy's eyes snapped open, staring at the ceiling as he realized she wasn't actually thirsty, she was coming out to see if he was asleep.
Any blood that had been in his brain was hurriedly rushing to his cock which swelled in the sweatpants that she had lent him.
After a moment the sounds of soft moans came from her room and he closed his eyes, his hand moving beneath the sweats and wrapping around himself.
He could imagine her hips rising with each soft moan, each pass of the toy over her clit.
His cock throbbed in his hand as he moved it a little faster, stroking at the image in his mind of her naked, sprawled out on the bed, her long legs parted, showing off a wet pussy, running her hands along the insides of her thighs, cooing with need and himself burying his face in that wet pussy, licking and lapping at her like a man starved.
He was going to hell, he was definitely going to hell, but god damn if she wasn't going to be the one who dragged him there.
The next morning Happy woke up to the smell of coffee and the sound of thunder rumbling overhead.
It was pouring just as hard as the day before, if not worse, he realized after a glance out the living room window and he brushed the kleenex he had used the night before to clean up into the little trash bin she had in the living room.
Getting out of bed the first thing he did was make the bed, then went to the kitchen in time to see her putting strips of bacon onto a pan on the stove. They sizzled as they hit the heated pan and the apartment was filled with the smell of bacon.
She looked over when he entered the kitchen, his large frame filling the doorway as he watched her cook using a fork to flip the bacon at the right time.
"Do you take it crispy?" she asked.
"Yep." he replied, eyeing the cabinets before she pointed to one, opening it he found plates and glasses and after getting down two plates he grabbed a coffee mug with the logo to her school, the University of Oregon.
He filled his mug with coffee off of the pot on the counter, his hand brushing her hip as he moved around her and poured some milk from the fridge into the coffee.
After a breakfast of eggs, bacon and toast, he went to the bathroom, taking a hot shower and getting dressed in the sweats and the t-shirt she'd lent him.
There was no reason to get dressed, not really, he couldn't ride in that monsoon outside, so he'd be stuck there for another day.
After making a call to California and explaining his predicament he came back to the kitchen where he saw her putting the dishes into the dishwasher.
Making himself useful he scraped the bacon grease into an old pasta sauce jar she had put on the counter, closing it up and putting the pan into the sink, which she promptly washed.
The day was mellow, she worked on homework, he watched TV, around one or two he walked into the kitchen and made two sandwiches, ham, lettuce, tomato, mayo and mustard on wheat bread, putting each one onto a plate and bringing one to her.
She thanked him in surprise, but took a bite of the sandwich, Happy watching her as she licked the mayonnaise off of her lips, his cock twitching at the sight of her licking white cream off of those full lips.
He wasn't sure where they had come from, both of her parents had relatively thin lips, but god was he happy that hers were fuller. She had a permanent pout that made her look more innocent and younger than she was and that thought made him look away with a small hint of guilt. The last thing he needed was to be a creepy old man, and yet, here he was, lusting after the one girl he wasn't allowed to lust after.
She sat on the other side of the couch bed, Happy thinking about how much fun he'd have pinning her to the bed, driving his cock in and out of those pouty lips, his lusty thoughts driven out of his head when he heard a phone ring.
It was hers and she jumped up, grabbing it from where it was charging in the kitchen, answering it and he stood up under the guise of getting another cup of coffee so he could see if he could figure out who she was talking to.
"No, I'm fine," she was saying into the phone. "Yeah, he's here…" so it was someone who knew he was there. "No, no, we're fine. Yes I have enough food," she laughed and rolled her eyes as she looked at him, and seeing him holding the coffee mug she reached over and got the coffee pot, Happy stepping closer so she could fill his cup.
When she put the pot back on the coffee maker he went to the fridge and got the milk out as she laughed again, the sound going straight to his cock.
"Okay, I'll talk to you later," she said into the phone before hanging up. "My brother," she said as she set the phone down.
"Hm," he replied, the non committal sound more to show that he'd heard her.
"Wants to know if I'm terrorizing you with my annoying stories," she explained and he snorted.
More like terrorizing him with thoughts that he wasn't allowed to act on.
Walking to the living room he picked up his pack of cigarettes and lit one, exhaling slowly as he closed his eyes, trying not to pick up his fantasy of her licking those lips.
When she joined him in the living room she had an ash tray that he accepted and set down on the arm of the couch where he was sitting, his back leaned up against the cushions she had lined on the back of the couch bed.
Hit cut was hanging on an armchair she had and he watched as she ran her fingers over it respectfully, the sudden image of her wearing his cut and nothing else making him growl to himself, trying to push those thoughts from his head.
She had always been pretty, he had definitely noticed throughout the years that Prospects had an eye for her, but when they found out who she was they usually moved on and moved on fast, but now he was stuck with her and he found it was driving him crazy.
Her red hair had been swept into a loose bun and he watched as she started working on her homework again.
The day went by uneventfully after that.
She made a stew for dinner and served rice with it, they had some beers, smoked a joint and watched a movie after dinner, and after she excused herself to go to bed Happy laid on the couch bed, staying away, listening for the what seemed like hours before she did the same thing as she had done last night, crept out of her room into the kitchen, got a water bottle, and went back to her room.
Happy had laid on his side, facing away from her, breathing slowly as he listened to her creep by, and then a few moments later he heard it, the hum of the toy.
Getting up, he moved stealthily down the hallway, pausing at her door.
He could hear her ragged breathing, the gentle hum of the toy, and her soft gasps before he heard something that made his cock stand at immediate attention.
"Happy-"
Fuck the rules, all thought of who her parents were, all thoughts of what could happen to him, all thoughts other than what he was going to do to her went out the window as he opened the door, Tilly sitting up quickly, the shadowed scene of her laying sprawled out on her bed, her legs parted, bent at the knees, her hands fumbling with a small wand that she had obviously been using on herself, her pussy glistening with juices, the image was seared into his mind as he looked her over.
"You can't just barge in here-" she gasped as he walked into the room, kicking the door closed behind him.
His mouth met hers in a deep, hungry kiss, and she moaned gently against his lips, the moan traveling straight down to his already hard cock.
He felt a fire burning in his belly as he moved one hand to the back of her ridiculously curly hair, the other hand moving immediately to the wet pussy he had been dreaming about for ages, his calloused fingers spreading her and his middle finger running up her slick slit, finding that swollen nub that made her gasp against his lips.
Circling it with his middle finger a few times he pulled back before looking down at her. "You said my name,"
"Uh-huh…" she wasn't concentrating on his words, she was concentrating on his finger and how it moved over her wet little clit.
"Say it again," he rasped and she looked up at him, her blue eyes half lidded as she seemed to register what he was saying and she bit her lip, god those fucking lips-
He leaned in, dominating her mouth with a searing kiss before he pulled back, just barely, his hand fisting a handful of her hair, forcing her head to tilt up, looking up at him. "Say it again." he ordered, Tilly licking her lips before he moved his middle finger, sliding it and his ring finger into her sopping cunt, Tilly's whine of pleasure making him ache.
"Happy!" she cried out at the rough intrusion. He curled his fingers a few times before she gasped harder than before, his name spilling from her lips again.
Fuck she was soaked.
She was twenty, he had to remind himself.
Twenty year olds could get wet way faster than it took the croweaters to get wet.
His fingers moved in and out of her slowly, deliberately, his thumb circling and rubbing her clit, Tilly gasping and moaning beneath him, her pants and pleas, her whimpers of pleasure egging him on before he let go of her hair, moving between her thighs, hooking one of her legs over his shoulders, removing his fingers from her cunt he sucked his fingers off, before pushing her other leg to the side, effectively holding her open to him as he dipped his head, making himself at home fulfilling the fantasy he'd had more than once about the girl.
Her hands ran over his head as he lapped and sucked at her pussy, her clit becoming one of his new favorite things to suck on, rolling it between his teeth had a very delicious reaction, her hips jerking, her nails scraping against the back of his head.
He liked the feeling of her coming undone at his doing, but what he liked even more was the feeling of her walls pulsing around his fingers as he curled them against that spot he was sure no other man had bothered to find, the feeling of her thighs shaking as he sucked and licked her clit, his fingers soaked with her juices as she came hard.
When her orgasm subsided, Happy moved back up her body, grabbing the nightgown she wore and pulling it over her head, leaving her naked before him.
Her full tits heaved with each shallow breath she took, looking up at him with wide eyes.
"Fuck," she whispered and he grinned, he couldn't help it, he was thinking the same thing.
"Condoms," were his only reply and she pointed a shaking hand to the door to the room. He turned, marching to the door, opening it and going to the bathroom, grabbing the box of condoms from the medicine cabinet and then walking back into her bedroom.
He kicked the door shut behind him again as he took a condom out of the box, tossing the box on the ground he pulled his shirt off, Tilly licking her lips at the sight of his body made him flex a little as he pushed his sweatpants off, a small whimper escaping Tilly's lips as she looked at his achingly swollen cock.
"Oh fuck," she whispered again as he ripped the condom open with his teeth, rolling the latex over his swollen length.
Happy moved over her, settling between her legs, his hands gripping her hips, head dipping down to kiss her roughly as he moved one hand to his cock, guiding himself to her entrance.
He pushed into her and moaned against her lips as he did so, she was so wet but still so fucking tight, feeling her stretch around him, accommodating his thick cock he felt her moan against his lips too, her arms wrapping around him.
The Tacoma man took it slow at first, letting her adjust before she whimpered and moaned for him to move faster, Happy taking that to heart and starting to move quicker, pumping his cock in and out of her, her moans and mewls along with her nails digging into his back told him she was one of those girls who could cum more than once and he felt himself twitch inside of her at the thought of drawing out more than one orgasm.
"You gonna give me a second?" he asked in her ear, Tilly gasping as he felt her thighs starting to tremble.
Thunder boomed outside and he snapped his hips forward again, cock driving into her as he reached between them, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing it, wanting her to cum again.
"Oh- don't- don't- don't stop!" she cried out, Happy wouldn't have stopped for anything right then, he could tell she was going to cum again and fuck did he want her to cum around his cock.
Fucking her deeply, roughly, he felt her thighs tremble harder, felt her nails digging into his back, felt her gasps under him as he continuedto fuck her.
Her orgasm came when he bit her shoulder right at the place where her shoulder and neck met and he growled as the implication hit him like a mac truck.
She liked pain.
Her pussy clenching and releasing around him was almost enough to make him cum, but it would be another minute or two of thrusting into her sensitive cunt before he felt his balls tighten and then spill, shot after shot of cum nearly blinding him with pleasure as he snapped his hips into her, losing his rhythm and just taking the feeling of him pulling her hips towards his own desperately thrusting hips.
When his own orgasm subsided he collapsed on top of her, his sweaty frame fitting against hers so perfectly.
"Fuck," he panted against her neck and he felt her tits pressing agaist his chest as she chuckled underneath him. "Oh I'm a fucking dead man."
"I think that remains to be seen," she said and he looked down at her. "It all depends on whether or not you actually wanted to fuck me, or if I was just a pussy for you to use."
"I don't think Clay will see a difference," he pointed out as he looked down at her, running his knuckles along her jaw lightly.
"Who says we have to tell dad?" she asked as she looked up at him. "We're both adults, we both wanted this- and it's not like I go around telling my dad every time I fuck," she pointed out with a grin, the corner of Happy's mouth curling slightly.
"Gemma?" he asked after a moment and she shrugged.
"I'm twenty Happy," she reminded him. "I don't need to tell my parents when I'm getting laid."
"Good," he replied before leaning in, kissing her again, his tongue moving against hers as they kissed before he finally pulled off of her, pulling his cock out of her, he got up and went to the bathroom, taking the condom off and throwing it away in the bathroom before he walked back to the bedroom, his cock starting to twitch again when he saw her laying on the bed, a cigarette between her lips, perfectly and comfortably naked, she didn't hide herself, didn't blush, she just existed there, naked, and he could hardly keep himself from burying his face between her thighs again, god he could spend hours eating that pussy of hers, but he resisted, for now.
Picking up his clothes he'd discarded and hanging them on the back of an armchair she had in her room, he stooped to pick up the condoms he'd dropped on the ground, ripping another one off from the rest he looked down at her, watching as she looked him over.
"Ready for round two Princess?" he asked and she grinned.
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