Her pussy was sore in the best of ways, and her hips ached as she tried her best to stretch while Opie's arms pinned her down against the bed. His warm arms surrounded her, and his heavy breathing fanned over her neck.

She shifted against him, pushing her bare ass against his morning wood, hoping to entice him into waking.

Fucking hell, I must have issues if I'm still so needy… She thought to herself, but she already knew that, so she didn't fight it when the arm around her constricted and pulled her in tighter.

"You awake?" Opie asked, his voice rough and heavy with sleep.

"Oh yeah," Veila turned and grinned at him as her hands rested against his massive chest.

He was so damn muscular, and the thick smattering of hair added to his appeal, making her wetter as he smirked at her.

"That's good. I didn't want to have to wake you up."

"You could have just fucked me awake," she teased as he rolled her onto her back and shoved her thighs wide open to accommodate his size.

"Maybe, but it's so much better to see your face when I push inside your tight pussy," he whispered as the thick head of his cock followed through and did just that. The air left her lungs, and her lips parted as he pushed balls deep inside her, bottoming out against her cervix.

Veila whimpered and clutched his upper arms, her nails digging into his skin, making him hiss out a breath as he began to move.

He felt so good inside her, filling her up and stretching her. She didn't think it was possible to be fucked so well, but here she was getting fucked, and there wasn't even any pain involved.

"Shit, baby girl, your little pussy is gripping me so tight."

She rolled her hips back and forth until she found the perfect amount of friction as he thrusted against her.

"Oh, god," her mouth fell open, and she couldn't breathe. He was rubbing against all her soft spots and sucking on her tits. It was heaven.

A devious smile lit up his features as he looked at her from between her breasts, "I can be your god, baby, as long as you let me worship you too."

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, "Cocky fucker."

He stopped and held her still so she couldn't move, "The only cocky one here is you, baby. Why'd you call me last night?" She tried to move, and her only reward was a sharp slap to her ass, "Why?"

"I knew you'd come for me."

Another slap, "You know Happy would have jumped to have you wrapped around him covered in blood. Try again."

His intense stare was making her uncomfortable when all she wanted was to come on his cock and scream his name. So she lied, going with something she thought would please his ego, "I wanted you."

Opie flipped her over so she was straddling him, never once leaving the heat of her body, "As much as I want to believe that, try again."

"I knew you'd be alone," fuck him and his ability to see through her.

He thrust up into her again, slowly, "Keep going."

She whimpered, "I knew you'd be alone. I knew that you would come for me because you'd want me to be safe, not because you want to rub it in anyone's face or because you want to convince me to be your old lady."

"Good girl," He yanked her head down, plastered his lips against her in a searing kiss, and moved again. Angling himself to rub against her clit. His lips trailed down her neck and fell on her breasts.

Without warning, she was cumming and screaming his name while he took everything he needed from her body. He peppered her skin with little kisses, "You're a complicated woman."

When he let her go, she collapsed onto his chest, "You're not mad at me?"

He laughed, "Why would I be?"

"I said you'd be alone."

"It was true. I'm so wrapped up in my own bullshit. The last thing I'd want is to be in bed with some sweetbutt."

Veila lifted her head and cocked it to the side, confused, "Sweetbutt?"

"It's what we call the girls that hang around trying to fuck their way to being an old lady."

"Sexist," She tried to roll away, but he wouldn't let her.

He rubbed her back, massaging her sore muscles, "You're not leaving."

"The hell I'm not. I have to pee."

Laughing, he let her go before closing his eyes and rolling into the pillows, "Hurry back."

She definitely would. As she ran, Opie watched her ass. Watching as it joggled and swayed. When the phone rang, he reached for it blindly before answering, "What?"

His rough voice silenced the other end.

Click.

He looked down at the phone in his hand, "Asshole."

Veila threw herself onto his back and cuddled in, "Who was that?"

"Don't know. They hung up."

"How rude," She paused, "Now, about some coffee?"

He groaned and rolled over to capture her in his arms, "Fine, we can get coffee."

Nothing could restrain her then. She jumped up and ran to get dressed, throwing on anything comfortable so they could leave right away.

"Come on, Ope, we gotta go!"

He rolled out of bed, groaning as his knees popped, "I'm going. I'm going." He moved slowly to annoy her more, so she threw his clothes at him.

When he was finally ready, she pulled him from the room only to come face to face with a pissed-off Happy coming up the stairs.

Her face scrunched up. How the hell did he get into my house? Did he break in?

He looked ready to commit murder, "Veila."

"Ah. Good morning, Happy," She stopped where she was in front of Opie and crossed her arms, "Am I going to go downstairs and find a broken window?"

Happy ignored her question, his eyes firmly planted on his friend, "You fucked him."

"I did," she nodded even though he wasn't looking at her, "A few times last night and this morning."

She swore she could hear his teeth grinding.

"We need to talk."

"We do, but after coffee," she grabbed Opie's hand and pulled him past Happy and down the stairs.

When she reached the front door, Opie's phone rang.

His eyes said sorry, but he answered the phone anyway, "What up, Jax?" He watched her as he listened, "I'm with Happy and Veila. Unser? Okay, I'll bring Happy with me," he paused, "Okay, I'll call when we're done."

"You have to go?" she asked, frowning.

"Yeah, Happy, and I have a job to do," he kissed her cheek, "I'll call you later."

"Alright, I understand. Though normally, I'm giving the orders," she pouted.

Opie smiled, "Have a good day. Happy! Time to go!" He walked outside, leaving the door open behind him.

Happy stared at her with his brows drawn together before he cupped the back of her neck in his hand, "Opie or Jax, I don't give a fuck. I still want you," He kissed her hard and threaded his fingers into her hair before pulling away and walking out.

She was left standing there as he shut her front door, feeling completely lost, "What the fuck."

Did she have a boyfriend? Two? Did he imply that she could have three if she wanted to?

It was too fucking early, and she hadn't had her coffee yet…

…..

The salesman stood stiffly as he looked her over, "Ma'am? How can I help you?"

Veila stared at him while she sipped her second coffee of the day. Vanilla with three shots of espresso, "I need a car," Duh, why else would she be at a dealership?

He smiled and waved her toward the new cars, "I can help with that. What are you looking for?"

"Fast, V8 preferred, plenty of room, low miles."

He veered off, taking her toward the used cars now, "Price range?"

The coffee-fueled her sass and made her jittery, "Just show me cars."

She couldn't hear what he was muttering under his breath, and she didn't care. She just wanted to buy a car and leave. Her attention span was waning, and there was no way in hell she wanted to spend all day standing around while he showed her cars he thought she would like.

He showed her twelve cars, all nearly perfect, but she fell in love when he showed her a little gray Audi. It's not too noticeable but could go from zero to sixty in under four seconds. Lots of space in the back, enough room for at least two and a half bodies, maybe three.

Veila felt her fingers twitch, "Perfect. I want to drive it."

He took her driver's license and had her fill out some bullshit paperwork. When the keys were in her hands, she took off with him, looking panicked in the passenger seat.

"This is the Audi RS7. Only one previous owner, less than twenty thousand miles, has all new tires."

He continued with his speech, but she was only half listening as she sped down the road, definitely breaking a few laws. Circling back, she noticed her passenger had stopped talking and almost seemed to be praying.

Pushing her luck, she sped a little faster and zoomed around a couple of corners, taking the drive farther than she needed to see him squirm.

Just when he looked like he would pee his pants, she turned back to the dealership, slowing down. She didn't want him actually to pee in her car. The man nearly fell to his knees, throwing himself out of the car as she parked and turned off the car, "Get the paperwork, please."

She sipped her coffee again, "If you pissed on my seats, I expect a cleaning and a discount."

He bolted from her view and returned ten minutes later with a stack of papers. After much haggling, she was seventy-five thousand dollars poorer but happier.

Veila waved as she left and grinned deviously as she broke every speed limit back home. She enjoyed a ride through Charming and took her time before heading home.

When she finally did pull to a stop in front of her little house, she almost pulled away again when she noticed the three men who haunted her dreams and her phone standing at her door.

They approached her, probably afraid she would run, as she got out.

"We were gone for four hours, and you stole a car?" Jax teased, stomping out his cigarette butt.

"Stole?" she feigned innocence, "Me? Never. I bought this fair and square."

Happy looked impressed, "How much?"

"Seventy-five."

"You'll be paying that off forever."

She laughed, "Nope. I own it as of an hour ago. No banks involved."

Jax snatched her hand and pulled her in for a hug before he kissed her temple, "Nice," just for her, he whispered, "We gotta talk."

"I know," she rolled her eyes as she pulled away, "Don't remind me."

He laughed, "We do have to talk about that, but right now, we have a business to talk about."

She looked between them, "Really? About?"

"We need to rebuild our business. We have no storage at the moment and need space."

"Shouldn't your boss be here for this conversation?"

He gave her a dry look, "Clay knows I'm here."

"Then let's go inside and chat."

They followed her inside and made themselves comfortable in her kitchen.

"Here's the deal: Our warehouse burned down, and all our stock was with it. We want in on your runs, and when we've paid off the Irish, we want to use your storage until we've got our own."

"Oof. That's a tall order, Jax."

"I know, but we have things you may want."

"Like?"

"The police chief," Opie told her, "He works with us. He can turn a blind eye when needed."

"That sounds nice. Is he in on this deal?"

"He will be. We've made sure of it."

"Alright. Now, the runs. How much do you want in pay?"

"Forty percent."

"Ha! Forty? No way, I've got men to pay Jax."

"Thirty-eight?"

"Thirty-five."

"Fine, but if we're on the run alone, we want forty-five."

"Don't forget yourself, Jax. This is my favor to you, not the other way around."

"Forty-five, and we can do other things. Protection, enforcement."

"Deal. I still need storage. My runs have been small, but Sasha has been shopping around. I'll let you know."

"Thank you."

Happy moved around to stand behind her. He pulled her hair back gently so she looked up at him. "Now, we all need to talk."

Feeling nervous, she looked at them all in turn, "Couldn't we just order pizza instead? I'm starving."

Their responding looks made her nervous, "Alright," she said, "No pizza."