I ONLY OWN MIKA
It was official. Mika is avoiding Opie. It had been two weeks since they had sex and every time he came near her she practically left a trail of fire behind her trying to get away. It was even more awkward because she was working at the garage and going to the Friday night parties. As far as Opie knew, she hadn't slept with anyone but him. And he wanted to be her only one. He was thinking about putting his crow on her. He had loved her since they were teenagers. And knowing she had waited for him was a feeling he couldn't describe.
Mika's heart clenched as she saw Opie in a tight wife beater. She wanted him. He started walking towards the office and Mika's heart started beating fast. He looked fuckable. She squeezed her thighs together and suddenly he was right in front of her. He was close enough for her to smell his aftershave. Mika closed her eyes. She was fighting a losing battle. "Fuck it." Mika thought as he stopped in front of her. In the blink of an eye Mika had stood up and climbed him like a tree.
Opie staggered under her weight and fell onto the couch. Mika fused her lips to his and reached down and freed him from his jeans and lifted her skirt. Opie's eyes widened and he tried to stop her. "Wait. I don't have-" Mika pressed her lips to his and said against his lips "Birth control." Opie's lips attacked her neck and Mika started rolling her hips. Everyone outside could hear Mika moaning and Opie grunting. Happy smirked. "Took them long enough." He said to Tig. Tig growled and Handed Happy a hundred dollar bill and stomped off back to work.
FRIDAY NIGHT
Mika was glued to Opie's side. His hands were running all over her body. Every sweet butt in the club house was beyond pissed. They had been trying to get Opie's attention for awhile now. But ever since Mika had come into town he had no time for them. One of Luann's girls made her way over with two fresh beers. Mika had slowly been getting to know her. Mika squealed and gave her a hug. Lyla laughed and hugged her back. "So I see you two finally got your shit together." Mika looked at her in shock. "Oh come on. It was obvious to everyone. The whores are pissed though. Just a heads-up." Lyla warned her. Mika smirked as Opie once again pawed at her chest. He was three sheets to the wind.
"Come on big man." Mika said. "I think you're done for the night. Opie leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Yes we can do that. If you don't pass out on me first." Mika said as she helped Opie get up. One of the sweet butts walked over. "I got it from here honey." She said brushing Mika to the side. Mika shoved Opie back down on the couch and turned to face her. She was tall and skinny. Her rib bones were poking out. "Look, I don't know who you think you are but you can't just come in here and snap up one of these guys. There's a line. "The whore said. Mika smirked and Happy knew what was coming.
She grabbed an empty beer bottle and smashed it on the whore's head. The whore fell and Mika kicked her in the face, knocking her out cold. "ANYONE ELSE?" Mika yelled. No one moved. Mika turned back to Opie and she and Lyla managed to get him off the couch and down the hall. Once his head hit the pillow he was out like a light. Mika gave Lyla a hug and Lyla turned around and walked out. Mika took off Opie's boots and stripped him down to his boxers and took off her pants and climbed into bed next to him. Opie turned in his sleep and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest, where she drifted off to the feel of Opie's breath in her hair.
SATURDAY NIGHT
Mika was beyond sore. When she had woke up Opie's head was between her legs, which lead to four rounds of "hide the salami". The sweet butts stayed away from her and Opie. Opie had told her to wear a low-cut tank top. Mika knew what that meant. He was going to have Happy ink her on her chest. Mika was nervous. She knew this had been coming since they were teenagers. She was nervous about the fact that after she got his crow, she knew there would be no more Suicide girls for her. She was going to miss it. Nude modeling gave her such a rush. She knew the club came first. She had already called Missy and told her.
Missy understood and told her to keep in touch. She was going to miss the girls but it's not like they couldn't still hang out. Mika walked out and Happy was already set up. Mika sat in the chair in front of him and he got to work. Two hours later he was done. It was a simple crow with Opie's name under it.
To celebrate the couple escaped for a ride, not only to get away from the other son's that wanted to congratulate Opie, but to get away from the death glares of the sweet butts that had showed up in hopes of foiling Mika's attempt at getting a son from the back of the line. At least they saw it that way, Mika saw it as nothing more than letting nature take its course, the had been on the edge of more than just friends for a very long time, and this crow on her chest just helped to make the loss of being one of the Suicide girls, just that much more easier to handle.
The twists and turns of the road seemed to be smooth and flowing like water. The other occupants of road were passed by in an instant. The roar of the headers and pipes blended into nothing more than the undertone of the ride. Neither noticed the change in the sound, they were too caught up in the elation of the moment.
There was no warning, other than the one they had both ignored. The road, she gives you little warnings, but she expects, no she demands your full attention, or she extracts her price. The price can be nothing more than stranded without cell service till morning or she may take her payment in blood.
The first thing Opie noticed was the feeling of no control, no warning, no wobble, just no control. All that went through his mind was keep her safe. In turn Mika clutched even tighter to him, tried her best to become one with the leather on his back. But one thing she would learn first hand was that leather and the reaper that adorned it was meant for one thing only, and that was to protect the rider, not the passenger.
She felt the absence of the bike before she her fingers were ripped away from the leather she was trying so hard to hang on to. She could hear the screams of someone who seemed far away, only to realize it was her own voice. She landed on her back, sliding down the rough pavement, like cheese on a grater; her skin came off her back. She stopped when she collided with the concrete barrier. The last sight she saw was the bike sliding for her, slamming into her and the still spinning rear wheel connecting with her right side and knocking the rest of the air out of her lungs.
Opie was the lucky one; he merely landed on his ass at the side of the road, left to watch as his beloved machine headed for the love he had so recently admitted to. He could see the smear of the bloody path she had left as she slid on her back. And the sound of the bike as it was finally stopped by the concrete barrier. He got up right as quickly as he could, and realized at some point his face had connected with the handle bars of his bike, cutting a huge gash in his forehead that kept clouding his vision in a haze of red. He could still feel in his bones the scream she let out as she left the bike.
He made it to her side and lifted the weight of the bike off her; cradling her in his arms he brushed the bloody hair off her face. He needed to see her eyes, to see she was still breathing, to feel her heart beat. He got his wish her eyes fluttered open, but only for the briefest moment, her heart felt strong against his bare arms, her chest although with a hitch still rose and fell. He felt in his pockets for his pre-pay, it was there. He dialed the first number he could think of, it was the clubhouse number. He waited for someone, anyone to pick it up.
"Wadda ya want," said the gruff voice of Happy. "Help me brother," was all Opie could get out before the reality of the situation hit him. "What ya need?" Was Haps reply, Opie told him to send an ambulance and their location. "On it and on the way", was all Happy said as he hung up and dialed 911 and headed out the door, pulling a hoodie over his cut and grabbing his partner in crime Tig, "We got a brother down", was all it took for Tig to follow him out the door after he stood up and dumped the red head off his lap.
When Hap and Tig arrived all they could see was the headlight of the bike pointing up into the night sky, and they followed the blood trail down to the concrete barrier, where they could see the huge figure of Opie huddled around the much smaller figure of Mika.
Happy pulled off his hoodie and put it around her as best he could, he didn't know how bad she was hurt, but he figured between Opie's huge hand and the hoodie they could keep her warm and maybe out of too much shock before the ambulance arrived. Happy had not counted on the reaction from Tig. The brother was beside himself in memories of the night he lost his old lady off the back of his bike.