"You fuck him?"
"No, of course not," she told him, not that she hadn't thought about it—a lot.
Happy's face turned hard, "You want to."
She nodded again, not wanting to lie. They were silent for a long time as he smoked. He stomped his butt out and crossed his arms over his chest, "I can share."
His scowl said otherwise. It told her that he would try to cut off someone's dick if they got too close.
"Like fucking hell you can! You tried to cut Jax's dick off for giving me a ride to dinner!"
"He touched you without per…"
Veila cut him off by raising her hands, "You better stop right now because I know you're gonna say something stupid."
He watched her closely, "What do you want from me?"
"I don't know, but maybe we shouldn't be doing anything."
She didn't give him a chance to say anything. She turned her back on him. Walking through the house, she muttered goodbye to Gemma before walking out the front door.
Jax was smoking near his bike with Opie. Laughing and smiling, Jax was probably telling Opie how he almost lost his dick earlier.
Veila walked over with her hands in her pockets and bumped him, "Jax, can you give me a ride home?"
He grinned, "Yeah, no problem."
Happy burst through the front door like a man who wanted to die, "No fucking way, Veila!"
"Happy, leave me the fuck alone," she whined, keeping her back to him.
"Don't get on his bike. Please," he grumbled the last part as he approached her.
Jax laughed, "Come on, Hap. I was just yanking your chain earlier."
"You let her ride bitch," Happy snapped back.
Veila's head started to ache, "Ride bitch? That's a terrible thing to say."
Ope smiled at her, "Just means you rode on the back of his bike."
"So sexist."
Opie smiled at her, "I can give you a ride home while those two fight it out."
"That would be amazing," She looked around, "Where's your bike?"
He nodded toward the road, "Drove the truck here. Come on."
She followed, and he was the perfect gentleman, opening her door and lifting her in. When her door closed, Happy and Jax looked their way. Happy was pissed, and Jax was disappointed. Both of them were walking toward the tuck like they would scoop her out.
"Look at those idiots, arguing instead of acting," Opie chuckled as his truck roared to life.
"Well, I don't like how they act, so maybe that's for the best."
He gave her a curious look and pulled away from the house. Veila couldn't help but watch him as he drove. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, and his eyes never left the road. Maybe Jax was wrong. Maybe Opie didn't want her that way. She hadn't known him long, but he always acted respectfully every time he was near.
Her gaze, however, was anything but respectful. His bulking arms and large hands were hot as hell, and she clenched her thighs together to try to relieve the ache. She wished he could grip her thighs like that while he ate her. The erotic thought made her blush.
"We're here."
"I knew he took the long way," Viela said under her breath.
"Jax? Yeah, I'm not surprised. With everything going on, he probably enjoyed the fun."
"Happy almost cut his dick off."
"Nah. Jax knows not to put his dick near anyones, old lady."
Again, with the old lady comment, these guys were ridiculous, "I'm not anyone's old lady."
Opie looked surprised, "Really? He doesn't see anyone but you. We just thought he'd hop on it and lock you down."
"I said no. I mean, we weren't even dating yet, and he wanted to own me." She was pouting now, with her arms crossed over her chest.
"But you're just like him. Why wouldn't you?"
Veila turned to him, "Like him?"
"Yeah," he stopped, looking a little uncomfortable, "We looked you up…"
"So you know then?" She smiled. Her reputation was not a secret to people like them. She may not have a criminal record, but she has made a name for herself.
"Yeah, our friend in New York gave us a run down."
Veila eyed him carefully, waiting for him to get uncomfortable, "It doesn't bother you? That I've killed people? A lot of people?"
"No, not really. We've all killed people, well, most of us. Happy though has the longest record."
She grinned, "The smiley faces, right?" She had guessed they weren't inked in because he liked to smile.
"Yeah, that sick fuck keeps track."
Her laugh burst like a bubble, "Then you must think I'm sick too."
"Really, do you have smiley faces too?"
She shook her head, "No, nothing so twisted," She tapped her temple, "It's all up here. The name of everyone I've ever… murdered."
Opie took her hand in his larger one and squeezed, "I'm sure you weren't always like this."
Veila looked down at their hands. His was so rough, while hers was smaller and softer. It was comforting to be held in his grip, "I wasn't, but when my brother couldn't step up, I did. My dad trained me. Taught me everything I know."
"That's not how a father should act."
He looked upset for her. Almost heartbroken on her behalf.
"A dad should treat his little girl like a princess," Opie told her softly, "He should hold her and love her…"
Her eyes were misty, and she didn't want to cry in front of him, so she changed the subject, "How many kids do you have? Three? Four?"
He looked away, out the window, but didn't release her hand. His eyes seemed a thousand miles away.
"What? Did you forget how many kids you have?" She was joking, trying to lighten the suddenly tense mood.
"I have two," he sighed deeply, "I think."
His words shocked her, "What do you mean, you think? How could you forget?"
"Donna and I got in a fight tonight."
"About the kids?" What else could they fight about? Opie worked and took care of them. He was kind and sweet. Sexy as fucking hell too. Veila couldn't imagine what they would fight about.
He shook his head, "No, about the club."
Lightbulb moment. Donna was a normal woman, not a psycho like her, and she would need to remember that. "She wants you to leave?" It was the only logical guess. Donna couldn't be happy with the illegal activities.
"Yeah, I can't though. We're drowning in debt. My other job won't pay me more, and no one wants to hire a felon."
The wind started to howl around them as the sky turned dark. Their hands were still intertwined.
"I told her no. Told her the club is the only thing keeping us above water."
It sounded like he was going through hell. It looked like his heart was breaking, "She got really mad, started saying things that didn't make sense, and then told me the kids weren't mine."
"Oh, Opie."
"Told me she had an affair with some young cop a year after we got married. He promised to take her away from everything, from me," he laughed bitterly, "but when she told him she was pregnant, he ran. Transferred somewhere far away, and she decided she was stuck with me."
Veila didn't know what to say. Her brain was stuck on his face, the pain he was in, knowing she couldn't do anything to help him. How did you help someone who was in this kind of pain?
"We're getting a divorce when the DNA tests come back. Either way, it's over, and she's taking them away from me. She's taking my kids…" His voice broke, and so did the dam holding back his tears. They rolled down his cheeks as he sat there silently, but Veila wouldn't let him cry like this. She threw herself at him and wrapped her arms around his neck.
His body was stiff at first, but he melted into her hold and buried his face in the crook of her neck. He gripped her tight and let her soothe him.
They stayed there for a long time as he sobbed, her fingers running through his hair. Hours could have passed, but they didn't care.
"What do I do, Veila?" His words were muffled by her neck.
"I don't know. I'm so sorry, I don't know."
Suddenly, before she could react, he pushed her back against the steering wheel and wrapped a hand loosely around her throat, "Would you do that?" his eyes looked broken, "Would you cheat on someone you love? Break them?"
Her hand covered his, and she shook her head, "No, never."
He searched her eyes for a lie, and when he found none, he pulled her forward by the throat and kissed her silly.
Their kiss sizzled, sending heat throughout her body. Her pussy wept as his hands moved her to straddle his lap. Opie touched her everywhere like he couldn't get close enough to her, pushing his hips against her, grinding until she was a whimpering mess. He moved to her neck, biting and kissing her while his hands cupped her breasts.
"Opie, we can't," she panted. She wanted to more than anything; she wanted him, "Stop, Opie, stop, Please."
He kissed the tops of her breasts, "Why? Why can't we?"
Her rational brain was struggling to come up with any reason why she wanted him to stop when his lips were on her, "You're still married and..."
"It's Jax and Happy, isn't it? You won't because of them."
She nodded.
His hands held her hips against his, "I want you, Veila. So badly."
The words came out before she could think, "I can't choose. I've never been good at it, and you all… the way you all look at me," she groaned, "The way you touch me. I just can't."
He choked out a laugh, "I should respect that. They're my brothers, but I want you."
She pulled away and climbed off his lap, "Why?"
"You're different. You know our life, and you won't try to change me."
Veila understood that. She had never let a lover this close to her business, but her mother was always out to change her. Make her into a proper young lady and not a murderous one.
Her mind and body were so alive with thoughts and feelings that she didn't know what to do. So she pushed the door open and gave him a little smile, "Thanks for the ride, Opie," she ran to her front door and fumbled with her keys before Sasha pulled it open.
"Isn't that the third one this week?"
"Shut up."
He laughed at her as he waved to Opie outside, "You must have a pussy made of gold."