Anyone have ideas for a better title for this story? I think the current title was fitting in a way for my original plans for this one, but not so much now and I'm horrible at thinking of titles. Somebody give me some ideas. I'm definitely all about giving credit for any ideas I use.
Anyway, next chapter! I'm going to try to explain a little of my OC's backstory in this one, but I will definitely throw some action in as well. I will try to give you guys at least a little somethin' in every chapter, but don't hold me to that. I don't plan my stories ahead so I'm never certain exactly where I'm going to take things. Also, this is A/U and won't take place in any specific season of the show, but I plan to occasionally use events from the show.
Here we go. Buckle up kids! Hoping to make this one hell of a wild ride and the best story I've written so far.
Rich mahogany strands of hair that had slipped out of Lana's messy ponytail during the course of the day blew around in the light breeze as she leaned against the outside wall of St. Thomas, arms crossed and head resting back. She was on her lunch break and had been inside the hospital for a full seven hours already. She was a nurse in the ER and had just switched over from the graveyard shift. Still adjusting to the change, she was exhausted and she'd thought maybe sitting outside in the bright California sun would help wake her up. So far it wasn't working very well.
The sound of multiple Harleys pulling up caught her attention and she lifted her head. It was Jax, Opie, and Kozik. She watched them as they walked inside, Kozik in particular. He turned his head her way and flashed his usual arrogant smirk, no doubt thinking about the previous Friday night at the clubhouse. She raised an eyebrow at him, almost as a dare for a repeat performance, but he just chuckled to himself and kept on walking.
Jax needed to talk to Tara and they had some club business to discuss with Chibs, who was still recovering from his head injury from the car bomb incident.
Lana checked her watch and realized her break was over in a few minutes so she headed back inside to finish her twelve hour shift. It was a slow day and had been fairly boring so far so she checked with her supervisor before going upstairs to find Tara and help her with rounds. The ER was well staffed and she had run into Tara earlier who had told her they were short-handed upstairs.
She and Tara had been friends since high school, although Lana was a couple years younger. Lana and her mother had moved to Charming when she was sixteen after her mother had decided to follow some guy here. Her mother had always been very impulsive and egocentric, forcing Lana to mature quickly as she was an only child and her father was nowhere to be found. The woman had split as soon as Lana was eighteen, disappearing to God knows where.
When Jax and Tara were together when they were all younger, Lana started hanging around the clubhouse with her on occasion. She had gotten to know most of the guys that way and had become pretty good friends with some of them. Even after Tara left to go to college, Lana would still hang around there occasionally, mostly for the Friday night parties, but also to have her car worked on. It was Charming after all, and TM was one of the only auto repair shops in the small town.
Being a broke college student, Lana had driven a crappy car and found herself there quite often. It was during one of those times when she was twenty two that she had first seen Happy. He'd been patched into the Tacoma charter at the time, but had been down in Charming to take care of something for the club.
She remembered seeing him pull up on his bike and checking him out as he strutted across the lot. When he'd passed by her as she stood by the office, he'd looked at her and lowered his sunglasses in the sexiest way imaginable. Those black-as-coal eyes had her hooked since. She'd seen him around occasionally after that, but it wasn't until he'd gone nomad a couple years later that she began seeing him around more and eventually hooked up with him one night.
She hadn't wanted to turn into just another girl that hung around the clubhouse trying to sleep with any guy wearing leather so she eventually stopped going to so many parties. A few years ago though, she had been at one as kind of a celebration after graduating college.
Happy was still a nomad and had been on the road at the time, but the hunky blonde biker with gorgeous blue eyes had just patched into SAMCRO and had spent the entire night trying to pick her up. Apparently the cocky bastard was more interested in the chase than the bitches who were practically throwing themselves at him. Lana had been drunk and had given in. She didn't regret it though. He had turned out to be one of the best fucks she'd ever had.
Apparently it was pretty damn hard to spend time around SAMCRO and not end up sleeping with at least one of them, but at least she chose carefully when doing so. In the ten years she'd been hanging around the clubhouse, she'd only been with Happy and Kozik. That was a hell of a lot better than probably half the pussy in town, she supposed.
"Hey, do you need these charts?" She asked coming up behind Tara.
"Yeah thanks." Tara said turning around and taking the charts from Lana.
"So uh… you and Jax again huh?" Lana asked teasingly. Tara had been back in Charming for a few months, but it seemed the two were just now getting back together, or whatever it was.
"Yeah, well, those SAMCRO boys… pretty hard to stay away from. Something you know all about, I'm sure." She looked at Lana accusingly. She'd been at the clubhouse Friday night and had seen Lana with Happy and Kozik both, and she knew of her history with both men. She and Lana had stayed in touch while Tara had been in Chicago.
Lana shrugged her shoulders. "Hey can you blame me? The quiet bad ass or the frisky blonde? Who would you pick?" She asked with a mischievous smile.
"The frisky blonde." Lana jumped when she heard Kozik's voice behind her. She turned around to see him grinning at her like a Cheshire cat.
"Don't do that!" Lana scolded him for sneaking up on her and slapped him on the arm.
"Ow!" He said holding his arm, feigning injury. "That hurt. I think I need a nurse." He said suggestively.
"There's an ER downstairs." She suggested.
Kozik narrowed his eyes at her. She was a sassy little bitch who was really good at dodging his attempts to pick her up, but it only turned him on more. He liked the cat and mouse game she played with him. It only made him try harder.
"Show me." He said in her ear, lowering his voice.
"I'm working."
He grabbed her arm and pulled her after him. "No, you're standing there being a smart ass." As much as he enjoyed their usual exchange, he was becoming impatient.
He pulled her into the empty bathroom at the end of the hall and locked the door before turning toward her and grabbing her by the hips. He pressed his much larger body against hers as he backed her up against the wall and took her lower lip in between his. He released her lip to run his tongue down her jawline and nip at her neck just under her ear. She shivered as it sent tingles down her spine.
"Hey, no hickies." She protested weakly. "Do know how much trouble I could get into for this?" She asked as he hooked his finger under the waistband of her scrubs and ran them back and forth under the elastic over her silky smooth skin.
He pulled his head up to look at her. "Not as much as you'll get into if you don't shut up."
"Fuck you." She said, only half joking as she pushed at his chest.
Not only was her attempt to put a little space between them unsuccessful, but he moved ridiculously fast to pull her arms behind her back and hold them there.
It was her turn to narrow her eyes at him. Sure, she was all for fucking him, but it was in her nature to fight back when someone else had the upper hand. That and she liked giving him a hard time.
"Take your shoes off." He ordered.
"Why?" She couldn't help but be difficult. She knew why. He wanted to be able to get her pants off easier.
"Now." He demanded through gritted teeth.
She hesitated and then slipped her feet out of her shoes. Her eyes stayed on his while she did so, suddenly accepting of his authoritative tone. She was independent, stubborn, strong-willed, and definitely had a rebellious streak, but she loved a man that knew how to take charge of all things sexual.
She could feel the moisture form between her legs as she anticipated his next move. He quickly released the grip he had on her arms and pulled her scrubs down, followed by her underwear. Then he reached for his belt and after unbuckling it and unzipping his jeans he released his stiff cock and moved it between her legs. He held her gaze as he slid the head over her pussy lips, spreading her juices. Her mouth dropped open slightly and her eyes closed when she felt him glide over her clit.
Appreciating the pleasured look on her face, Koz let his cock slide through her folds a few more times before placing his hands on both sides of her waist and lifting her up so her legs wrapped around him. He moved her over to the counter and set her down on top of it and then pushed into her. He entered her with enough force to make her cry out in surprise and his hand moved to cover her mouth to keep her quiet.
He hesitated and watched her. Her eyes opened a moment later and he saw the challenge in her amber colored orbs. He removed his hand from her mouth and grabbed her wrists, pulling them behind her back and holding them there with one hand while his other hand gripped her ponytail and tugged so that she was facing up, but her eyes stayed glued to his.
Lana's eyes fluttered closed as he began pounding into her, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the bathroom. He had her neck bent back at an almost painful angle, but the display of dominance that it was only turned her on more so she ignored the discomfort. He lowered his head and kissed her neck again.
His breaths seemed to come shorter and faster with each thrust and Lana felt her release building. She couldn't keep the soft moans from escaping her lips as he fucked her on that counter. After a few moments he released his hold on her hair and wrists and gripped her hips painfully. She briefly thought about the bruises that would surely form as he increased his speed.
Any ability she had previously had to form a coherent thought vanished as he rammed into her even harder and faster and her hands moved to his shoulders, pulling him to her. He buried his face in her neck as she shook with release. The increased pressure of her walls tightening around his cock as he continued to thrust in and out of her pushed him over the edge and he buried himself even deeper into her, his balls tightening as he came.
Lana slumped back against the mirror and Kozik leaned into her as they both tried to catch their breath. He lifted his head and demanded another kiss before reluctantly pulling out of her and stuffing himself back into his jeans and zipping them up.
"Get dressed." He said when he looked at her still sitting on the counter, legs spread, and eyes following his every move.
She jumped down from the counter and pulled her clothes back on and then looked at him. "You know, you really need to work on saying please. You're kinda bossy." She informed him with a smirk, though she knew he was well aware of the fact. He was a pretty nice guy, but when it came to her he'd always had a thing for taming the wild beast so to speak. She was a free spirit and he loved the challenge of reining her in.
He didn't say anything, but instead moved toward her, his larger size causing her to instinctually back up against the wall. He raised his arms and braced them on the wall above her and he lowered his head so his mouth was mere inches from hers.
"There's another party tonight. Be there." He hesitated for a moment before pushing away from the wall.
As he turned around to leave she spoke. "And what if I don't show?" She toyed with him.
Before she could react he spun around and pinned her to the wall with his body. He ran his hands down over her hips and back up under her scrub top and bra. He watched her face as he rolled her nipples between his fingers. When her eyes glazed over he chuckled.
"You'll show." He said confidently. He moved to whisper in her ear. "Maybe Hap will be up for a repeat of Friday night."
Her breath hitched, her heart sped up slightly, pupils dilated, and she felt the heat pool between her legs at the possibility. Kozik was right; she would definitely make an appearance tonight.