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A/N: Thanks everyone for reading. So glad that you're enjoying these two as much as I am.
This chapter contains adult content and adult situations, therefore if you are NOT an adult or have no desire to read such things it's best that you do not read ahead.
Chapter Eight
The neon numbers of the clock blinked that it was quarter to five in the morning, Sarah groaned as she tossed back the covers and slipped out of bed at the sound of the motorcycle in her driveway. She was going to put her slipper clad foot straight up Kozik's drunk ass, if he was sober he'd know to have slowed down to a near stop instead of riding up fast.
Sarah turned off the alarm, undid the locks and flung the door open. She stepped out on the porch in only a faded pair of shorts and tee shirt. It had gotten cold, colder than she realized. "Jesus Christ Ko..." the words died in her throat because she wasn't looking at Kozik.
"Hey," Opie was off of his bike, he had his helmet in his hand.
It had been six weeks since he'd left Charming after Donna's funeral. She'd been gunned down on the way to pick up the kids one night in a display of violence that the town hadn't seen in a long time. Immediately it was assumed that the drive by couldn't have been random because she was married to a Son. Sarah wasn't sure if there had been retaliation, Kozik wasn't that forthcoming. He just told her that Opie was fine and she shouldn't worry. After his loss he deserved time to grieve, to come to terms with the fact that everything had changed and the best thing she could do for him was let him do that.
"You gonna say anything?" He questioned after the silence stretched uncomfortably.
She'd been trying to speak since he'd said hey but the words were stuck in her throat. Without realizing it she stepped forward, crossed the porch and moved down the steps, she didn't allow herself to think as she walked over to him. "I'm so sorry."
"I know," Opie reached out and pushed her hair back, Sarah trembled as his fingers brushed against her face ever so lightly. His hands could be so gentle despite their large size. Unsure of what to say she simply closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around him as best she could. After all he was massive, bigger than she remembered.
Opie's arms engulfed her, he rested his head against hers. For the first time since Donna's death he felt something that wasn't anger or guilt. "It's really good to see you Sarah, really good."
Sarah wanted to cry. She wanted to weep for him and his loss, for herself and for the release of so much tension as his arms wrapped around her. In his arms she felt safe. "It's good to see you too." To keep from pressing her body against his tighter than it already was she brought a hand up to his chest. "Come on inside, it's cold out here."
"You must be freezing," he looked down at her shorts and tee shirt and realized he'd woken her. He hadn't even thought of the time.
"A little," she eased away from him as his grip relaxed around her. Truthfully she didn't even notice the cold. She couldn't notice anything but him so she hurried into the house and hoped her head would clear even though she knew that it wouldn't.
"Sorry I woke you up," Opie followed her inside and shut the door behind them. "Nice place."
"Thanks," Sarah replied. "Are you hungry? Thirsty?"
"I could use a shower," he admitted.
"I'll show you where the bathroom is," nervously Sarah gripped her hands together, "I really hope that you have something to change into because nothing I have here is going to fit you."
"I've got stuff out in my saddlebags," he told her. "You sure you don't mind?"
"Of course I don't, the bathroom is down the hall to the right. Go on and I'll grab the stuff off of your bike for you." It would give them both a few minutes to breathe, Sarah figured that was a good thing because right now her mind was filled with very unpure thoughts about the widower standing before her. Perhaps she was the one who needed a shower, a seriously cold shower.
"Thanks." Opie reached out as she went to walk past him. "Sarah." His fingers curled around her upper arm, brought her closer to him. "If you want me to go, I will. I'd appreciate it if I could shower first though."
"You don't have to go," she met his eyes. "I'll make you something to eat, you look hungry and tired."
"I'm exhausted," he admitted, "been riding for days."
"Well, you'll sleep soon. First on and shower."
"Thank you," Opie couldn't stop himself from reaching out to touch the side of her face. Her skin was as soft as he remembered and she still smelled the same. Sarah moved into the touch. "I'm glad I came here."
"I am too," she admitted, probably too glad. Never in a million years had she expected to find him outside. She'd really never thought that she'd see him again except maybe in pictures. "I'll go and get your stuff."
"Sarah," he cleared his throat, not really sure what to say. He knew what he wanted to do, he wanted to lean down and kiss her but something held him back. It was presuming a lot to even come here, for all he knew she was just being kind to him. Sarah had always been a kind person. "Thank you."
"Don't, you don't have to thank me." Sarah pulled herself up onto her toes and brushed her lips against his cheek.
"Tell me to stop."
"What?" Sarah looked up at him with obvious confusion on her fact, the expression was replaced a split second later with understanding and lust. "Opie."
"Tell me to stop." He repeated, he needed to hear her say it. Needed her to reject him so he could swallow these ideas down and just go in the shower. His hand came up to cup her face and then her arms were around his neck.
"No," she said finally, "don't stop."
He covered her mouth with his, intent on keeping the kiss light. All he needed was a taste of her, just a little taste and then he'd be satisfied. It was Sarah who deepened the kiss, opened to him in a way he hadn't expected. Her tongue touched his, a growl rumbled out from deep in his chest.
"Don't stop," she whispered the words and tightened her hold around his neck tighter. "I'm not asking you to stop." Though she knew that she probably should have been. He couldn't have been thinking straight, he'd just lost his wife.
Opie's hands moved down her body, gripped her ass and he lifted her with ease. Another moan escaped his throat as she wrapped her legs around his waist. His cock strained against his jeans, painfully hard and desperately wanting out, wanting her.
When he'd left Charming he hadn't realized that this was his destination all along, it had taken many miles of road and countless hours of being alone to realize that he didn't want to be. More importantly, he didn't have to be. Sarah had offered him something he needed while he was locked up, she'd shown him that she still cared. Opie wasn't sure how it was possible after all these years but here they were wrapped around each other again.
"There's things I have to tell you, things you need to know." He spoke the words in a rush before he lost his nerve.
"I know," she met his eyes, "and we've got time for that." And for once it was true, they had time. They had all the time in the world. There was no guard rushing him off of the phone, her parents weren't breathing down her neck and there was no one for either of them to answer too. "Later," Sarah declared, "right now, you need a shower, food and rest." She ran her hands over his hair, freed it from the band he'd contained it with.
A thrill went through her at the sight. If this was wrong she had no earthly desire to be right, it was going to happen and when it was done she'd worry about it then. Sarah harbored no delusions that this was anything more than another way for Opie to work through his grief, as much as it might hurt when he left she wasn't about to turn down what was right here before her.
"Down the hall to the left?" Opie tightened his grip on her and began to walk. She held onto him, her face buried in his neck. He pushed open the bathroom door, steadied her with one hand while he flipped on the light.
The shower was huge and separate from the claw foot tub with the table next to it, an empty wine glass sat on the table and he could imagine Sarah stretched out in the tub, eyes shut and glass in hand. The mental image made him grow even harder, if he wasn't careful he'd end up coming in his pants.
Sarah stumbled a bit when he lowered her to her feet. "There's clean towels and fresh soap in the shower," she was babbling and she knew it but there was no containing the nervousness that had crept up from her toes and spread to every part of her. To keep herself busy she leaned in, turned on the water and set the shower flowing. "I'll bring your clothes in for you."
"Can you hang this up somewhere for me?" He took off his cut. Sarah nodded and took it from him gently, she handled the leather carefully and that struck him more than anything else. She knew what it meant, what it represented and the value that it held to him. Donna had never treated it with respect, in fact he was pretty sure she'd have burned it if she thought that she could get away with it.
Sarah left the bathroom as Opie began to undress, staying to see that would be just entirely too much temptation. She'd caught glimpses of ink, ink that he hadn't had the last time she'd seen him without clothes on. As she made her way to the front of the house and his bike she realized that her body had also changed since the last time they'd been naked together. While she'd label the changes to his body across the board improvements she couldn't really say the same about hers.
When she was a teenager her body had been really different, there was at least twenty or to be honest twenty five additional pounds on her. She had curves and rolls where there had only been smooth lines before, her breasts were still nice but certainly not as perky as they had been and her ass, well she didn't really want to think about her ass.
She retrieved his clothes and walked back to the bathroom, she knocked lightly. "Op, I'm just going to put your clothes in and then go start some food." He didn't respond so she waited a few more seconds and then pushed the door open. He was in the shower, his head down with the water pouring on him. "Op?"
"You can just leave 'em there," his voice was different, thicker and more full of emotion.
"Did you find everything that you need? The soap and..." Sarah set the clothes down on the sink and took several steps closer to the shower. She wasn't even sure what she was doing when she pulled the curtain back and pulled off her shirt.
Before she could do anything else she was inside the shower, under the spray and pressed against the wall by his body with her shorts still on. "Tell me to stop," he pressed his lips against her neck.
"I don't want you to stop," she let her eyes fall shut as his mouth trailed down her neck. Sensations exploded inside of her, emotions that she'd denied or held down for years swirled as her hands moved over his chest and around to his back. If she pressed close enough to him he wouldn't get a good look at her body and that suited her just fine as she hadn't known she should shave, her lady parts weren't landscaped and there was chipped polish on her toe nails.
Opie bit down on the curve of her neck, his hands finding her hips and holding on so that he could take things slow. He didn't want to go slow. He wanted to just lift her up and plunge inside of her, feel her body tight around him. Her reaction to his touch wasn't helping him go slow, he felt her hips shift against him and her nails were dug into his back.
Sarah let out a cry as Opie's hands moved lower. "Opie!"
"I'll stop. I'll stop." He went still against her.
"No," Sarah snapped her head back so fast that it actually smacked against the shower wall. The dull pain was nothing to compete with the feeling of need that filled her from head to toe. Without thinking about what she was doing she brought her hand around to his front, dropped it down and took him in her hand.
"Fuck," Opie snarled the word as she began to stroke him. He was ready to go off in her hand like he had back when they were just horny teenagers.
Sarah recognized the tone of his voice, a smile curved her lips and she leaned forward to press her lips to his chest. One kiss turned into another, she trailed her way down and felt the muscles beneath his skin jump at the contact. When her knees hit the shower floor and he realized what her intention was she felt his hands move to her hair.
Going down on him had always been a challenge, he was very well proportioned to his general size but Sarah couldn't ever forget just how much he'd enjoyed it. Or how much she'd enjoyed it for that matter.
Opie buried his hands in her hair as she took him in his mouth, shallow at first and then deeper until she heard him let out a strangled moan. The sound only encouraged her and she set a pace that had his hips thrusting against her. She knew he was close when his grip tightened in her hair but she kept going and when he came she took what he had to offer.
He was breathing hard when she finally got to her feet, she couldn't keep herself from smiling and she didn't want to. "Jesus Sarah," he pulled her close and kissed her deep.
"I can go and make you something to eat if you want to finish up in here."
"I'm not done in here and you're not going anywhere," his hands moved down to cup her ass and squeeze. Sarah felt her body tremble as his hand moved down lower to lift one of her legs to allow himself better access to her. She was open to him, exposed and felt just a little embarrassed by the fact though he seemed to like everything that he was seeing.
"You don't have to," she whispered.
Opie didn't respond, he lowered himself to his knees and let his actions speak for him. The minute that his lips touched the sensitive nub of flesh between her legs she went crazy just like he remembered. He teased her with teeth and tongue just for a moment and then he began to feast.
The sounds that were coming out of her mouth were as intoxicating as the taste of her arousal on his tongue. He used one large hand to hold her in place even when she started to try to pull away which he knew meant that she was close. It was something she'd always done, as if she were scared of her own orgasm.
"Opie!" Her scream was more of a sob and when release finally washed over her it was strong enough to make her legs go weak.
Opie kept her on her feet, rose to his own and lifted her from the ground. The taste that he'd gotten wasn't enough. Despite the fact that he'd just come he was rock hard again and there was no way that he was going to waste any more time.
Sarah wrapped her legs around him, held tight as he stepped out of the shower. "You left the water running!" She pointed out as he stepped into the hall. They were both dripping all over the floor but she couldn't care less about that.
He returned to the bathroom to turn the water off. "Happy now?"
"Yes," Sarah's expression softened. She was happy and not because he'd turned off the water. She was happy because he was there, she was in his arms and despite everything that pointed to otherwise all was right with the world.
"Give me your mouth." He growled the words and tried several doors before he finally got to her bedroom. At least he assumed it was her bedroom because there was a bed and that was all that they needed.
Sarah stayed wrapped around him as he laid her gently on the bed. His body covered hers and she released her legs to spread them wide. "I'm on the pill, you don't need anything."
"Are you sure that you want to do this?"
"Yes," she replied without hesitation.
And then he was inside of her and Sarah knew what it felt like to be complete again. She arched her back to give him better access and gritted her teeth against the shark spike of pain as he filled her. Her body adjusted quickly and they began to move together in a slow rhythm that just seemed to heighten every thing that she was feeling.
Lost deep in the throes of passion Sarah let go of everything holding her back, she was completely open to him both physically and mentally when he pushed her legs up against her chest. The changed angle sent him even deeper inside of her, touching something that she didn't know was there.
The dam inside of her broke, her orgasm flowed over her and she saw her toes curl against his shoulder. "I love you." She cried the words without thinking and once she heard them her whole body went rigid. "Fuck, I'm sorry Op. I..."
"I love you too Baby, don't apologize." He mumbled the words against her lips. His eyes were locked on her face. "Say it again Sarah, say it again."
"I love you."
3 3
Kozik slammed the front door shut behind him on purpose. He didn't recognize the bike in the driveway but knew from the paint job that it belonged to a Son, there was only one Son besides him he could imagine Sarah opening the door for.
"Sarah, I got breakfast." He called out as he stomped through the house as loudly as he could. "Sar?" Kozik deposited the bag of donuts on the kitchen table and started down the hallway.
The first thing that he saw was Opie's cut hung neatly on the back of a closet door. It was confirmation of what he expected. "Jesus Christ," he nearly turned back around and left because he didn't want to open the bedroom door and be scarred for life.
The bedroom door opened and Opie stepped out, obviously he'd heard Kozik come in. "Hey." He looked surprised to see him.
"Hey, Sarah still sleeping?"
"Yeah, she forget to lock the door last night?"
"Nah, I've got a key." Kozik admitted. "Didn't know that you were here Brother, I brought her over breakfast."
"You do that a lot?"
"Now and then," Kozik crossed his arms over his chest, "that a problem for you?"
"Why do you have a key?" Opie dodged the question. He wasn't sure if it was a problem or not. The memory of how jealous he'd gotten over Kozik and Sarah when he was still locked up was fresh in his mind, he'd been there when Opie couldn't be.
"Seriously?" Kozik let out a laugh. "She's my best friend and I'm hers which is why I have a key."
"You fucking her?"
"No," Kozik replied without hesitation. "It's not like that with us."
"You want it to be?" Opie questioned.
"Fuck you," Kozik replied.
The bedroom door opened again and Sarah stepped out. The tee shirt that she wore obviously wasn't hers because it was nearly down to her knees and entirely too large. "What's going on?" She looked between the two men, an expression of worry obvious on her face.
"Nothing," Opie replied.
"Sure as shit seems like something," she replied as she ran her hand over her hair.
"It's nothing Sar, just catching up." Kozik told her.
"For big bad outlaws, the two of you are shitty liars." There was no trace of amusement in her voice. "Just to clear the air, Kozik and I aren't currently or have we ever fucked. We have slept together but his penis has never been in my vagina."
"Sarah..."
"No," she cut Opie off and then glared at Kozik when he smirked, "the two of you have been friends a long time and you're not going to fall out because of me. Fuck that. Now, if the two of you can't play nice you can both leave because I'm not choosing between you, ever. Got it?"
"We're not falling out," Kozik told her. "Everything is cool Sar."
She didn't look like she believed him but she nodded. "Alright then, why don't I go and make some breakfast?"
"I grabbed doughnuts on the way over." Kozik told her. "I'm just going to take off though, you two probably have a ton to catch up on."
"Koz, come on..."
"It's alright Sar, I'll talk to you later. And Op, it's good to have you here because we've got a situation you might be able to help us out with if you're going to be around a few days."
"I'll be around," Opie took a step closer to Sarah, draped his arm around her shoulder. "You know where you can find me."
"Yeah, I do." Without another word Kozik left the room, moments later the sound of his bike filled the air. He rode away quickly, Sarah had no doubt in her mind that he was pissed. Truth was, she was slightly pissed herself about the way Opie and Kozik had just acted.
"I'm going to make coffee," she shrugged Opie's arm off of her shoulders. "You want to tell me what the hell that was with Kozik?"
Opie grabbed her from behind, pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her. "What?"
"You asked him if he wanted to fuck me, Opie."
"It's a valid question," he told her, "especially after he came over bright and early to bring you breakfast, let himself in with his own key and everything. I got a right to know if there's something going on."
"Nothing is going on. I'm not going to say it again. Kozik is my best friend, the best friend I've ever had. He's more than a friend to you, he's your brother. I don't want the two of you to have hard feelings because of me."
"No one has hard feelings Sarah, I promise." Opie pressed a kiss to the side of her neck. "What do you say we take those donuts to bed and eat them there?"
"The sheets will be full of crumbs," she pointed out.
"I'll figure out a way to take your mind off of the crumbs."