"What was your big plan, Happy? Fight a guard?" I asked as soon as he walked up to the desk at his usual time. He shook his head and sat on the corner.
"You can take care of yourself. He just pissed me off grabbing you." Happy explained with a sigh. I appreciated his confidence in my ability to take care of myself.
"Yeah, well if you go to the hole, who is going to talk to me at night?" I said with a smile, lightening the subject as I grabbed my vegetable bowl out of the mini fridge. Happy smirked and grabbed a carrot quickly.
"Juice would talk to you. He said you were in a better mood this morning. Why's that, Katerina? You finally get some from your fiancé?" He asked before snapping a carrot in two with his teeth. I blushed deeply.
"Yeah right. I slept on the couch last night." I told him openly. Once I'd gotten home, it was a little past three and Declan was sound asleep. I didn't want to wake him, so I settled in to the couch.
I'd had some personal time with my vibrator, as usual, before going to sleep. This time was different. This time, I had thought about the tattooed convict sitting on my desk instead of my fiancé who was in our bed.
"What are you blushing about, woman?" Happy was smiling as he watched me snap out of the memory. I shook my head and bit in to some celery to keep from talking.
"Happy, I can't do whatever this is. I'm engaged and getting married in less than six months." I groaned as I looked up at him. I knew he probably had somebody on the outside, and I was stupid for letting it go this far.
"I'm just eating carrots, Katerina. What can't you do? Kiss me?" Happy asked with a teasing smile as he popped another carrot in his mouth. I rolled my eyes and folded my arms flat on the desk, burying my face in them.
"Seriously, Happy. This whole getting to know each other and making out doesn't help shit at home. I'm sure your girlfriend or wife wouldn't be happy about it either." I growled down into the desk. I looked up when I heard him laugh.
"Don't have one. You're the CO. If you don't want me here, tell me to leave and I'll go back to my cell." Happy said, raising his brow at me as he waited for a decision. Yet again, I made another poor life decision and shook my head.
"It's not time to go yet. I'm not stupid. I know you're just lonely and needy." I said with a laugh as he handed me a carrot. His face fell a little.
"Katerina, I've probably talked to you more in the last two months than I've ever talked to any woman besides my Ma. Don't talk about shit you just think you know." Happy growled as he pushed the bowl away from him. My jaw went slack with shock. I knew I shouldn't feel any way towards another man, especially an inmate, but it was too late now.
I looked at the clock and then around the unit. Luckily, none of the George cell doors had open windows, I kept the flaps shut at all times. I knew if I took a minute to think, I would stop myself. So instead, I nudged his shoulder and nodded for him to come around the desk. He narrowed his eyes at me but did as I suggested.
"What, Katerina?" Happy was standing in front of me in nothing but his jeans and shoes. I bit down on my lip and looked up at him with hooded eyes. He took the cue and kissed me, hard. My mouth picked up his rhythm and matched it eagerly. He slid a hand around from my hip to my ass and tightened a little, causing my lips to part with a moan.
Happy slid his tongue into my mouth and I was completely lost in how he felt and tasted. I found my hands sliding up his chest and wrapping around the back of his neck as he leaned down to me. He took a step forward and pulled me up onto the desk. I felt my heart race as his hands rested on either thigh.
"You have three seconds to stop me, Katerina." Happy said as he pulled back and looked me in the eye. I shook my head and grinned.
"I love when you say my name." I purred as he squeezed my thighs and nipped at my neck. His muscles rippled as I ran a finger down from his collarbone to his stomach, tracing the deep indention near his hips. He groaned and yanked my shirt out from underneath my pants.
"How much time we got?" He growled as he ran his hands over the skin he'd uncovered beneath my shirt. I looked down at my watch.
"Forty-five minutes until you need to go back upstairs. An hour before my relief gets here." I panted as he circled a nipple with his thumb. A smile lit his face up in the fairly dark unit.
"Sorry, but we probably won't need that long this time." He said with a shrug as he pulled the shirt over my head quickly. I went to undo my bra, but he pushed my hand away, smirking as he took care of it himself. As he did, I pulled the elastic band out of my hair and let it fall down. Happy grabbed a fistful of it and held on to it as he licked a circle around my nipple before biting it softly and moving on to the other one.
I pulled on the button of his jeans, happy to see his zipper was already down. He smirked as he watched my eyes widen once I'd run my hand over his member.
"How long's it been?" Happy asked as he undid my pants and pulled them down to my ankles as I toed my boots off. I bit my bottom lip as I gripped him over his boxers.
"Which sounds better a year or twelve months?" I asked with a shy smile. Happy smirked and shook his head.
"Neither. You're going to be sore tomorrow." He said flatly. I could tell he wasn't bragging, just giving me fair warning. I nodded and moaned quietly as he slid two fingers over my lips and just around my yearning opening.
"God you're wet, Katerina." Happy growled as he slid his fingers in me and then back out and up to my sensitive nub. I moaned as I watched him lick his fingers with a smile.
"I obviously don't have any condoms. Are you clean?" I asked, hoping it wouldn't kill the mood. Happy laughed and nodded as he slid his boxers down to his ankles where his jeans were gathered. I felt my mouth go dry as I looked at not only the length, but width of his dick.
"I guess I'm pulling out then?" He asked as slid me closer to the edge of the desk. I shook my head adamantly. Sex or no sex, I stayed on the shot to keep from dealing with monthly cycles. Happy's eyes lit up and he directed his tip up and down my lips and clit before entering me slowly.
"Oh god." I said with a moan as I felt my insides stretch beyond reason. I was filled completely and it felt wonderful. My vibrator wasn't going to cut it anymore after this.
"Fuck this." Happy groaned as he hit his knee on the desk. He picked me up by the ass and pinned my back up against the wall as my legs wrapped around his waist.
He thrust into me hard and breathed heavily onto my neck. I felt myself build up quickly as he rocked his hips and licked at my skin. I dug my nails into his back harder than I should have as I clinched around him. The wave of pleasure hit me so hard it almost hurt, sending shocks up from my clit to my neck and down to my toes.
"Bloody hell, Happy. God it feels so good." I moan/whispered into his ear. His breath caught and he bit his teeth into my shoulder as he found his release, just as mine ended. He swirled his tongue around his teeth marks before putting me back down on the desk.
"Fuck, Katerina. You're so tight." He said with a smile as he pulled out of me and wiped himself off with a paper towel before handing me one. I took a couple, hoping to dry up the pool between my legs.
"Maybe, but I think you're just huge, Happy." I said with a laugh as I tossed the paper towels in the garbage and starting getting dressed again. Happy smirked as he pulled his boxers and jeans back on.
"Maybe. I didn't believe you were from Australia until you came." He said as he tried to hold back a laugh. I rolled my eyes and nodded as I pulled my polo over my head.
"Yeah, I can't really control it sometimes. Like during mind blowing sex." I said with a laugh and he turned back to go to the other side of the desk. My eyes widened as I saw the back of his shoulders. Even in the dim light, my nail marks were clearly visible.
"You may want to wear a shirt. I kind of clawed your shoulders." I said with a blush. He nodded.
"Yeah, I know. Don't really want to answer any questions about that. This needs to stay between you and me, Katerina." Happy ran his hand up my arm, pausing and circling his thumb in the bend of my elbow.
"Yeah, it does. Not only is it no one's business, it's illegal." I said, remembering the multiple classes on the Prison Rape Elimination Act we'd had at the academy. It wasn't just inmate on inmate, any sexual acts with an inmate were highly illegal, even if they were between two consenting adults. As they said in training, 'No means no and yes is not allowed'.
"You're off tomorrow aren't you?" Happy groaned as he took one last carrot and stood up. I swallowed hard and nodded, knowing I was going for a dress fitting didn't sit right with me at the moment. Happy nodded back and leaned down, kissing me softly before heading back up stairs.
"Kit Kat, you need to get up. You've got to meet Mom at the shop in less than an hour." Declan said as he nudged my shoulder. I groaned and let out a loud sigh as I threw the covers off and swung my feet down to the floor. As soon as I stood up, I realized last night hadn't been some dream. The soreness made it impossible to have any type of plausible deniability.
"Please tell me Lauren is going to act somewhat decent at the shop." Declan called from the bed as I brushed my teeth. I scrubbed harder to take the time to filter myself.
Lauren was the first friend I made after moving to California. She and I bonded over trying to make it big, and supported each other when it didn't work out. We'd moved north of LA once we realized dreams didn't pay the bills. She eventually opened her own bar, which I technically owned part of and we'd lived together up until Declan and I started getting serious.
"Declan, Lauren is an adult. I'm not going to ask her to pretend she's someone else just to please your mother. I do that enough for the both of us." I muttered as I started to put my hair up. As I looked in the mirror, I realized two things.
First, I needed to throw some concealer on my shoulder and wear my hair down. Secondly, I was in desperate need of a good, long talk with Lauren. Just thinking about the conversation had me blushing and nervous.
"Sweetheart, why are you putting on a t-shirt? You looked great in the other shirt." Declan asked with a sigh. I knew he was thinking about what his mother would say. I grabbed my keys off the dresser and threw my bag over my shoulder.
"She'll hate whatever I wear. While I'm gone, do me a favor. Think about how much you let your mother run our relationship. I'm getting tired of it." I threw over my shoulder as I headed down to my car.
I pulled up in front of the dress boutique about five minutes late. Lauren was outside smoking an electronic cigarette, obviously waiting on me. Her face lit up as I got out of the car and rushed into her arms.
"K, I've missed you so much! You've got to stop working so much and see me more. You've missed our last two gym dates." Lauren said with an emphasized pout as she finally let me go. As usual, she was in tight jeans and an awesome green, flowing tank top with beaded straps. Her long brown hair cascaded down her back in waves.
"I know, I need to talk to you about that. Drinks afterwards?" I asked as I opened to door for her. She nodded and took a deep breath as Pamela marched over.
"It's about time. Petunia has been waiting patiently." She fussed as she pushed me towards the dressing room. I tossed my bag to Lauren and gave her a pleading look. She laughed and shook her head as she took a complimentary glass of champagne.
"K, if you don't hurry up I'm coming in there and kicking your ass." Lauren said with a laugh as Petunia tied the corset top together. I grinned and relaxed a little.
"Really, Ms. Buckley? We are in a bridal salon, not some bar." Pamela spat. I didn't have to see Lauren's face to know it was far from polite. I took a deep breath and looked in the mirror, making sure the concealer hadn't faded.
"I'm coming out." I announced before taking a deep breath and opening the door. Pamela and Lauren stared in shock as I stepped up to the platform. The dress fit like a glove. It was exactly what I had requested when I ordered it. It had a corset top with a sweetheart neckline and almost sheer panels above a full skirt that shifted from white to a light blue on the way down.
"Katerina, you're freaking gorgeous!" Lauren said as she clapped her hands together and walked around me. I smiled and gave her a little hug before taking the champagne I was being offered.
"Ms. Recker, are you honestly wearing that in our church? It isn't white and don't even get me started on the top you're almost spilling out of." Pamela shrieked as she covered her mouth in horror. I felt a little deflated as I looked down at the dress.
"It's something blue. Get with this fucking century." Lauren snapped as she shot Pamela a nasty look. I looked over at my best friend and felt my bottom lip start to quiver. She knew what was bothering me without any explanation. She pulled me in her arms and rubbed my back.
"Petunia, would you excuse us, please?" Pamela said with a sigh as she walked closer to Lauren and I. Petunia hurried off, seemingly delighted to get away from the drama.
"Katerina, I'm sorry if I offended you, but this is simply unacceptable. Had you invited me to order it with you, we could have avoided this. It's nothing to cry over." Pamela said softly. I shook my head and let out a sigh in a huff.
"Your opinion is not something I would ever cry about. Do you have any idea or care how hard this whole wedding is on me? None of my family, except Lauren, will be there. What's worse, my Mom can't be here to share any of it with me. Instead, you want to criticize every single thing I do." I said, feeling my lack of sleep catching up with me. Lauren bit her lip to keep from adding anything as I sniffed back the final tears.
"Katerina, there are some things we just can't control. I do understand it would be hard to do this without your family. That being said, you cannot wear a blue dress. Did you do this just to spite me?" Pamela snarled as she picked up the bottom of the dress. I snatched it from her hand and stormed off into the dressing room, struggling to get the dress off.
"It was her mother's favorite color. She always planned on doing that since we were teenagers, fucking bitch." Lauren barked as she yanked the dressing room door open and entered to help me get out of the dress.
"I believe I've had enough disrespect for today. Goodbye, Katerina. We'll set up a time to order a new dress." Pamela called through the door as Lauren flipped her off. I stifled a laugh before finally letting out a sigh of relief ounce I heard the door buzzer sound following Pamela's heels clicking on the floor.
"That went awesome." Lauren said with a laugh as she climbed into the passenger seat. I looked over at her and smirked.
"Surprised she didn't comment on the car again today." I nodded and remembered how Pamela had a fit over my Nissan 350z. She'd informed me that it was not only a deathtrap, but it also needed to be sold since I couldn't haul children in it.
"Yeah, well I think she did enough damage." I said finally as I parked the car in front of the bar. The best thing about co-owning a bar was the free alcohol.
"Speaking of damage, what's with the shoulder? You and Declan finally hit the sheets again?" Lauren said with a wag of her brow as the bartender brought us each a margarita. My face tightened in panic. She shook her head, "I don't think the momster-in-law could notice it past the dress. Plus, I was closer to you. Spill, Recker."
"I don't even know where to start, Lauren. I fucked up and the most fucked up part is I don't think I care." I said before taking a big drink of margarita. Lauren cocked her head to the side a little.
"So, what I'm hearing is you fucked somebody else and you don't regret it. Sorry, babe but I would have expected you to do that a year ago. No offense." She said with a shrug. I scratched at the back of my neck uncomfortably.
"That's pretty accurate, but it gets worse." I said with a groan as I tried to stall as much as possible. I wanted to talk about it, but getting it out in the open made it that much more real.
"Uh, K, please tell me it's not that guard that keeps hitting on you. I mean, sex is sex but gross." Lauren said with a laugh. She'd been with me when we ran into Wright at the grocery store one day. She liked to describe him as the comb over guard.
"No, Lauren. Here, I'm just going to show you because I'm not drunk enough to actually say it." I said as I pulled out my phone. I logged into the files the captain had given me regarding the unit and went straight to Happy's information. I clicked on his picture, deciding Lauren knowing his charges wouldn't make it any better.
"Daaaaaaamn babe. He's hot as hell in the; I can kill you and not leave any evidence kind of way. Wait. Shit. Katerina, this is an inmate isn't it. Fuuuuuuck." Lauren's eyes widened as she stared at the screen and sipped on her drink through a straw.
"I know. I told you it got worse. I'm losing my fucking mind." I said as I finished off my drink. Lauren shrugged her shoulders a little and grabbed two beer bottles. She headed over to a VIP booth in the back and took a seat in the corner. She looked like some mob boss.
"Look, K, I get that you haven't gotten any in forever, but an inmate? I mean, yeah, he's hot but he's also a criminal." She sighed and took a swig of beer. "At least you don't have to worry about it complicating shit with Declan. As long as he doesn't find out, you're in the clear."
I took a huge drink of the beer and closed my eyes, trying to see things her way. It was highly unlikely Declan would ever know, unless I told him. I felt horrible for cheating, even though I could justify it in some ways. Still, as simple as it seemed to accept that, something else was digging at my mind.
"You're right." I agreed with her to try and finish convincing myself. It almost worked. Lauren slid the phone back over to me and grinned.
"So, was it good?" She asked with a laugh as I smacked her arm lightly.
"Oh god, yes. I'm hella sore." I said simply. Lauren laughed and nudged me with her booted foot.
"You dirty, dirty girl. I want details or you're paying for the drinks." She threatened. I laughed, calling her bluff before diving into details I could only share with her.