Chapter 3: Charming, it's not just the town

POV: Marta

I hold tight as Juice pulls out of the front yard and wave goodbye to Ms. Lowman and her sister. I see Happy and that man does not look it. I hope my sister will be ok. I can't help but feel safe next to him. As I adjust myself on the bike, I feel his washboard stomach, his solid arms, and his muscular thighs. He's delicious and he knows it. Every time I move my hands he chuckles to himself and I can see in his profile the big ass smile on his face. He goes faster and I grab on for dear life. I'm scared, but excited. Being a Mayan's daughter, I am no stranger to the Harley. It's a beautiful and powerful machine. We pull into a drive way and he gets off. He opens the garage and he climbs back on to pull it inside. I get off and hand him back his helmet. I ask him where we are and he says home sweet home. Before we leave the garage, he punches numbers into a box by the light switch. The garage is dim but he obviously has punched in his security code a million times. The garage leads to the kitchen. I spot the phone, but so does he and takes it off the wall. He looks at me and smiles, "Sorry, Darling, it's out of order." He's intent on not letting me communicate with anyone. I ask if my sister's on her way and he says she's bunking with Happy. "In case you're thinking about it, the computers are password protected. Sharing is caring but not when it comes to my toys. You feel me?" says Juice. So he's got a brain underneath that ridiculous haircut.

It's a one family house. He offers me something to eat but the frig is empty except for beer so he offers to call for pizza. I decline. I'm so tired but I'm fighting the sleepiness. He takes me to the living room, shows me the bathroom, and the bedroom. He tells me to just go ahead and take the bed. In the morning, he'll take me to see Shelby. Morning- seriously its morning already it is like 3 a.m. He walks out and I try the bed on for size and then I'm dead to the world.

I feel the sunlight on my face and hear snoring to my left. A tattooed arm holds me close. I have to ask myself did I sleep with him or just next to him. I try to look down and see I'm in a mechanic shirt with his name "Juice" embroidered and no pants. That son of bitch undressed me. I am so embarrassed. I move his arm to get it off and he grips me tighter and nuzzles his face on the back of my neck. I pull free and he wakes up. "Where are my clothes?" I give me a look of what the fuck. He looks at me like a not so innocent child and grins. "I thought you ought to be more comfortable. I didn't look. Well, I did but it was strictly for your comfort. After all, were you going to sleep with that metal nail file in your pants? You could hurt yourself, baby."

"Shit!" He laughs. He tells me how Happy saw it sticking out as I left but he knew I wouldn't hurt him. Juice gets up and offers me a towel so I can shower. He hands me a Mets t-shirt to wear. I hop in the shower but not before locking the door. I let the hot water soothe me. I can now see all the bruises and cuts. It's not that bad though. My ear's a little sensitive but luckily I can still hear from it. It's much better than yesterday. I step out, wrap myself in a towel, and leave my underwear to dry on his shower rod. I walk out and he's not there. I open his drawers and find a pair boxers. I guess this will due. I pull them on and as I pull the shirt over my head I find him staring at me though the door. What a pervert! I'm too distracted by the silly smile on his face to see that he's only wearing towel. His body is amazing and I like the ink on it. It's not too much but just enough.

"You like what you see?" asks Juice.

"Wipe that smile off your face. You're not all that."

"Really?" he says and comes closer. I back up in the dresser and he gets in front of me. He reaches over and grabs cologne as he pins me between himself and the dresser. I feel him; all of him. My heart beats so fast. I just want him to kiss me but my common sense says not to. I don't even know him. He's looking into my eyes, I'm just absorbing his brown eyes and full lips. I'm about to give way when the pre-pay rings in the other room. He grunts and walks out. He argues for a bit and then comes back. "Time to go see Happy and your sister. We're meeting at the diner so I'll get you breakfast."

"Thanks." He grabs a pair of boxers and pulls off his towel. "Damn Papi! You're blessed in every way!" It slipped. He smiles back pulls me into him and kisses me. His tongue feels amazing in my mouth. He pulls away and chuckles. "I guess you do like what you see." He says. Juice pulls on his jeans, puts on a white t-shirt and his cut. He picks up socks and gets his boots on. I pull on my jeans and knee high boots. We both go through the kitchen. I grab the helmet and he punches the code in. The garage opens and we ride out. I hold him tight with my new confidence and wanting. I can only hope Shelby is getting along with Happy so I can spend another night with him and finish what he started.

POV: Juice

Best idea Happy has had in a while. She's beautiful even though she's all bruised up. She's got heart. The nail file in her pants don't scare me. It's not like I haven't been stabbed before. She certainly doesn't look at me as a threat. The file was probably her sister's idea. My skin tingles when she touches me and I accelerate just to feel her hands dig into me and her body get closer.

We get home and I can tell she's tired. Her eyes light up when she sees the phone but Happy doesn't trust them and he asked me not to let her use it. I offer her food before I realize I don't have any. So I offer to call for pizza damn well knowing the spot is not open but she refuses. I show her around and tell her she can crash on the bed. She lies on it and is instantly asleep. She looks like an angel. I decide to put her in something comfortable. I put her in my work shirt just because I want to imagine her in my clothes. I pull her shirt off then her boots and pants. I take her curvy well portioned bod. She has a hot pink bra with matching booty shorts. I tuck her in and pull my own shirt and pants off. I head to the coach. It was maybe 4 a.m. when I hear her scream. She's having a nightmare and yelling at her sister's name. I climb in and hold her. She whimpers and falls back into a peaceful sleep and soon I let my own exhaustion take over.

I feel her wake up but I pretend to still be asleep and pull her in closer. She tries again so I just give in and open my eyes. I can tell she is not so grateful about her attire. But I could not help myself. And it's not like I took advantage. I could have touched her and taken what I wanted but I just looked. Even black and blue she's beautiful. I get up and hand her a towel and my favorite t-shirt. She goes in the shower and I run downstairs and it the guest shower. When I come back I see she's got my boxers on. She looks so sexy and she's pulling on my shirt. She's got no bra on and its all I can do from restraining myself and not throwing her on the bed. And I'm busted. She gives me that what the fuck look and then her eyes go from mine straight down my body. I can tell the look on her face that she feels me. So I ask, "Do you like what you see?"

She's a smart ass and jumps on the defensive. I'm tempted to tell her how I soothed her last night but I figure she's already embarrassed enough. I think I get close enough she'll put her defenses down. Really, I just can't help myself; I just want to have her. So I pretend to go to grab her but sike her out my getting my Armani Code. I feel her so close, the heat radiates, and I can clearly hear her heart beating as fast as mine. And then Happy CB's me on the pre-pay. He wants to meet asap at the diner and he wants me to bring Marta. I go back in the room and let her know. Then I decide to let her know what she can have. She was completely unprepared to see me in my birthday suit that she lets it slip out. I love the way she call me "Papi" and how she bit her bottom lip right before she let it out. This was my opening so I take it. "So you do like what you see." I tell her and then I pull her in and feel her sweet lips and cool breath on my tongue. I'll let that resonate with her the rest of the day.

I'm gonna have to convince Happy to give me one more night with her. She's not the croweater type. She's got respect for herself and she's modest. But I can tell she's itching let her defenses down. I get the rest of my clothes on and so does she. She follows me out and we head to Main Street on the bike. I can tell she feels different by the way she holds on. She's more sure about touching me and holding on. The cautiousness from last night is gone.