Naked and curled up with her husband Tara awoke contented and rested. Last night had been intense; she didn't remember ever coming that hard. She knew Jax must be exhausted too as he had passed out almost the moment his head hit the pillow. Her list of things to do was a mile long and as she tried to wiggle out of bed Jax wrapped her into a bear hug.

"Won't you stay awhile?" he asked.

"Since you twisted my arm." Tara said teasingly.

"You wore me out last night."

"I think we wore each other out."

"We should do it again and soon." Jax said.

"Anytime, Mr. Teller, anytime."

Opie took in the view; Donna blindfolded, handcuffed, and completely in his control. His mind was racing with images of things he planned to do to her. His dick was rock hard and there had been no contact between the two.

"Opie?" Donna called out.

"I'm here. Just enjoying the view." He replied.

He saw a smile and a flush come to her face. Her breasts were full and nipples were tightened into small buds. Her long dark hair had been pulled into a messy bun with small strands falling around her face. She was a vision.

He climbed onto the bed and let his fingers brush gently over her breasts and heard her sharp intake of breath. He continued down her stomach until he came to the valley between her legs and nudged them apart brushing against her center. He could feel the heat and the wetness already there. He dropped his head, moving his tongue dip to her center, making slow and agonizing circles around her clit, ceasing when she was almost to orgasm. Donna thrashed and cursed beneath him, arousing him more.

He flipped her over and began to rub her shapely ass before delivering a firm swat to one cheek. She groaned and cursed at the contact. He gave the other cheek the same treatment and returned to rubbing.

"I'm going to fucking kill you." Donna hissed beneath him

"Really?" Opie asked delivering another swat.

"How are you going to do that?" he asked as his hand yet again made contact with her pink cheek.

Donna gasped beneath him. "Fuck you Winston."

"Is that what you want?" he asked, letting his dick free, brushing it against her ass.

"Yes" she breathed.

"Tell me. Tell me what you want me to do to you."

"I want you to fuck me."

Opie flipped her over and in one fluid motion entered her. The sound that came from his wife was almost enough to make him come right then. The amount of wetness left no friction and she felt like liquid silk inside. He looked at the place where he and Donna were joined and felt a shiver run up his spine. He began to move in and out wanting to go as deep as he could.

Donna was straining against her handcuffs and arching her body. She wanted to feel as much of Opie inside her as she could. The deep movements were driving her crazy and she needed to touch her husband. He was hitting a spot inside her that made her feel like she was going to come undone and her orgasm was building. She was afraid she might shatter.

Opie could feel her insides becoming liquid lava and the ever so slight trembling of her body. She was pulling so hard against her restraints he feared she would hurt herself. He took a moment to release her, pull her blindfold off, and pull her into his lap. He continued the deep and steady pace and watched as her head went back, body bowed, toes curled, and sped up his pace. Her breasts heaved and her thighs clamped down on Opie as she screamed, her orgasm crashing over her.

Donna let the wave take her over. She felt the tingling begin in her core and radiate to the rest of her body. She grabbed Opie's arms and held on. The tingling turned into a full-fledged fire and she was taken to another place.

Donna's core flooding with heat and tightening around him was all it took. Hearing her scream sent Opie into a mind altering orgasm. His body jerked and he gasped Donna's name as he emptied himself inside her.

The couple remained locked together as one enjoying the intimacy and letting their bodies coming down from the incredible high. After several moment Opie laid Donna down and spooned in behind her.

"Are your wrists okay? You were pulling pretty hard?"

"They're fine. I'm blissful right now."

"You want to try this again?"

"Hell yes."

"I'm here for this God forsaken conference and all I wanted to do was pick up some fucking toothpaste" she thought. Now here she was knife held to her throat and some asshole demanding her purse and keys. Just as she was about to comply with said demands she heard a familiar voice. "I suggest you fuck off."

She turned and saw a stone-faced Happy with gun pointed. He motioned her to move behind him and she did so with great haste. "Drop it." he said. The moment the knife was dropped Happy kicked it out of reach, handed Jenni his gun, and proceeded to lay down an epic ass kicking.

"Come on little Winston."

Jenni, too shaken up to argue climbed on the back of his bike more than a little gleeful to see her assailant writhing in pain. Neither one spoke on the ride to her motel, but one they arrived the enormity of what had transpired finally hit Jenni and the tears began to flow. Happy wasn't sure what to do in the current situation so he gave Jenni a hug until she stopped crying.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Not really. How the fuck did you know where I was?"

"A little birdie asked me to keep an eye on you."

"Atticus called you?"

"Birdie's name is Abi."

"Of course."

Happy was her personal guard for the remainder of her time in California and he turned out to be a pretty cool guy. He told her stories about some of the crazy shit her Dad and Uncle had gotten into in their younger years. He told her about her Grandpa Piney who she'd never met. He was very well read and long silences weren't awkward with him. She told him about her life, growing up as the daughter of a "former" outlaw, becoming a doctor, the crazy antics she and Abi had gotten into, and the "Vegas" incident.

"I'm surprised your old man didn't kill hubby on site." Happy said with a chuckle.

"He wanted to, believe me."

Jenni asked Happy a myriad of questions. Her parents had never hidden anything from her, but she suspected they didn't offer all the information. She knew her Dad used to be quite skilled with explosives. He'd done 6 years in prison for blowing up a rival clubhouse and could make any kind of IED, bomb, or explosive device one could want. She wanted to know the entire story.

"Sure you want to know?"

"Yes."

She learned that her Dad had been a second generation Son; her grandpa Piney had been one of the founding members. He was always a quiet and reserved person, but could dole out an ass kicking with the best of them. He and her Uncle had been friends since childhood and had patched in together. The Sons had been involved in gun running, murder, drug running, and most every other felony one could imagine, all of which her Dad either knew about or participated in. He had been Vice President for several years before leaving. He and her Mom were high school sweethearts, and Donna's family made her choose between them or Opie. They talked late into the night before Jenni retired to bed and Happy to the pulled out sofa.

The days passed by in a blur and before Jenni could blink it was time to go home. She had learned an extraordinary amount of history about her family in the short time she was with Happy. Some of it surprised her, some of it made her sad. At the airport Jenni thanked him for keeping her safe and told him he would always be welcome at her house if he ever found himself down Texas way. As strange as it was Happy was going to miss Jenni. It was nice to have someone who wasn't a club member and wasn't terrified of him. Jenni was someone who walked the strange line of understanding but not being a part of his world; he had a friend.

"So, I had a bodyguard while in Cali." Jenni said pointedly.

"Good. I'll be sure to send Happy my thanks." Abi replied.

"How did you even contact him?"

"You're not the only one with connections." Abi said with a smirk.

"Seriously Abs, do you know how pissed EVERYONE will be if they find out?"

"So we make sure they don't know. I didn't do what I did to start shit Jen. Our parents probably still have enemies and all somebody has to do is take one look at you and they'll know whose kid you are. And I didn't call Happy….I called Juice."

"Jesus Christ. So you're keeping in touch with the outlaw branch that our families packed up and moved away from." Jenni said with more than a shade of disapproval.

"Not really. We just exchanged numbers and he told me if I ever needed anything in Cali to let him know. I needed something so I called him. Why the hell are you flipping out?"

"I'm not flipping out. I'm just letting you know if the shit hits the fan its on your head."

"Understood. Are you going to tell Atticus?"

"Are you going to tell Devon?"

"Touche. So how was your trip?"

Jenni had decided not to tell anyone about the hiccup during her conference. It would serve no purpose and it would create a world of questions and issues she didn't particularly want to deal with.

"Trip was fine, boring just like I expected it to be."