Chapter Thirteen
Sassi
As soon as the door clicks shut behind us, Happy's hands are already tearing at my clothes, a primal urgency in his touch. The fabric of my shorts and g-string lies in tatters at our feet, discarded in the heat of the moment.
" Fuck, Reese, " he groans hoarsely against my lips, his voice thick with desire. " I've been waiting for this for months. "
The thought of him waiting so long pleases me. He probably hasn't had to wait for pussy longer than five minutes in his entire time in the MC.
I meet his hungry gaze, feeling a surge of excitement coursing through me. " Me too, " I admit my voice barely a whisper as his lips recapture mine in a searing kiss.
The air crackles with electricity as our bodies collide, his rough hands exploring every inch of my skin with a hunger that ignites my desire. With each touch, each kiss, the world falls away until there's nothing left but the two of us, lost in the throes of passion.
" I fucking need you, " he husks between kisses, his voice rough with need.
" I'm yours, " I reply my desire echoing in my voice as I surrender to the heat of the moment.
Lifting me with ease, Happy's strong arms cradle me as I feel the hard length of his cock pressing against me, igniting a fierce hunger deep within. With each step he takes toward the bedroom, his lips leave a trail of fiery kisses along my neck, sending shivers of anticipation down my spine.
His teeth graze my skin, biting and sucking with an intensity that makes me gasp in pleasure. Each mark he leaves is a testament to his primal desire, a declaration of ownership that sends my heart racing with excitement.
As he throws me onto the bed, I feel a surge of anticipation coursing through me, my body humming with need as he pounces on me like a predator, his eyes dark with lust and desire.
I arch my back, offering myself up to him completely, surrendering to the wild passion that consumes us both. His hands roam freely over my body, igniting flames of desire wherever they touch.
With a growl of need, he captures my lips in a hungry kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth as we lose ourselves in the heat of the moment.
And as he enters me with a primal urgency, I cry out in ecstasy, my nails digging into his back as we become one.
" Fuck, Happy, please! " I damn near beg.
His hips begin moving unbelievably fast at my begging, thrusting almost painfully. Our bodies move together in a primal dance, each movement driving us closer to the edge of ecstasy. Every touch, every caress sends waves of pleasure coursing through me, building to an intensity that threatens to consume us both.
As we reach the peak of our passion, our cries of release mingle in the air, blending into a symphony of pleasure that echoes through the room. I never knew someone so cold-blooded could make that kind of noise amid orgasm. It's truly a beautiful thing to hear.
In the aftermath, we lie tangled together, our breaths coming in ragged gasps as we bask in the afterglow of our lovemaking. And as I look into his eyes, I know that this is where I belong, in the arms of the man who makes me feel alive in ways I never thought possible.
The next morning I'm making a large breakfast for my old man. He hit it so well last night he deserves it. It really took my mind off of...
The loss is still fresh in my mind no matter what I do. My best friend from childhood is dead and my Dad is the one who killed her. How do I ever look him in the eyes again?
Happy's gruff voice breaks through the tense air, making me jump. " You okay? "
Turning around sharply I know I must look like a deer caught in the headlights.
I shake my head, knowing I can't keep this from him any longer. " I have to tell you something... Something you can't repeat. "
" Tell me, " he orders, his expression darkening with concern and frustration.
Taking a deep breath, I steel myself to reveal the truth. He deserves to hear it from me. " I'm not telling you because I want you to do anything about it, I just don't want there to be secrets between us. "
" Reese, tell me, " he growls, his patience wearing thin.
Taking a deep breath, I feel tears threatening to spill from my eyes. " My Dad was the one who killed Donna. "
" What? " His eyes flash with anger and disbelief.
I shake my head, tears now streaming down my cheeks. " I can't tell you how I know this, but Uncle Clay and my Dad thought Opie betrayed the club. Instead of doing the right thing, they both conspired to kill him. Donna wasn't supposed to take the truck that night. I saw her get into the car before going inside. They must have switched last second, and he didn't realize until she was already dead. God, I can't even look him in the face! "
" Why didn't you tell me when it happened? " His voice crackles with fury.
Unable to bear the weight of my father's actions any longer, I blurt out, " Because if they could do that to Donna and make it look like retaliation... What's stopping him from doing the same to stop me from opening my mouth? "
" Shit, Reese, Tig's your dad, " he says, his tone softening. " And Clay... They're your family. "
I nod sadly. " And Opie looks at Clay as a second father. Yet he's still able to look him in the eyes after what he had my father do. Tig is struggling with his guilt, but Clay? He doesn't feel, Happy. He's evil. "
" Are you sure he doesn't know that you know? " He asks seriously.
I nod. " Jaycee told me. She said she overheard them talking. "
" And she's sure they don't know what she heard? " He presses.
" She's still alive, isn't she? " I reply, my voice trembling with emotion.
He sighs heavily. " I want you to keep this to yourself. The president having an old lady killed... It's not going to stay buried. You and the kid don't need to be anywhere near that shit. "
" My Dad killed my best friend, Hap, " I whisper brokenly.
Pulling me into his arms, he whispers back, " I'm sorry. I know it hurts. "
" It really fucking does, " I cry out into his chest.
" No one is going to hurt you. He doesn't know that you know. Just be the hard bitch I know you are, " he assures me, his embrace a lifeline in the storm of emotions swirling around us.
" I was thinking, " he says trying to change the subject, " it'll be easier to have my shit here so on nights I'm just passing throu- "
I roll my eyes and take a deep breath knowing he's trying to make me feel better. " You better be planning on moving in Lowman. I didn't take your ink for you to be spending nights in the clubhouse surrounded by cheap pussy. "
"That's how you feel? " He asks in amusement while rubbing my back.
Nodding I place a kiss on his bare chest. " Yes. Not when you have premium right here. "
" No lies have been told, you little sexy bitch. " He growls into my ear possesively.
...
" What are you doing? " Bri's voice cuts through the quiet of the garage.
"Making space for Happy's bike," I reply, trying to keep my tone light despite the weight in my chest.
"...Why? " Bri's question lingers in the air, heavy with uncertainty and a touch of anxiety.
It's then that it hits me like a punch to the gut. We never talked to Bri about Happy claiming me. Fuck, I feel like shit.
"Because... " I start, " he's going to be living here in between runs. " I explain to her, my voice betraying a hint of guilt.
" Living here with us? Where is he going to sleep? We don't have any more rooms, " Bri points out, her confusion evident as she glances around the cramped space.
Fuck. " We'll be sharing my room from now on, " I admit, feeling a lump form in my throat as I meet Bri's uncertain gaze.
Bri doesn't say anything for a moment. Her head droops a bit, and her shoulders sag with the weight of the news. " I don't know, " she finally mumbles, her voice barely above a whisper.
" I know it's a big change... I'm sorry we didn't tell you sooner, that's my fault. I promise it's not a bad thing, " I reassure her, reaching out to gently squeeze her hand, hoping to offer some comfort.
" What if he wants to get rid of me like Randy? " Bri's voice trembles with vulnerability, her fear palpable in the room.
" What? " I ask, my heart lurching in my chest at the mention of Randy. She hasn't brought him up in over a year. " First of all, I would never allow anyone to get rid of you. Least of all Randy. Second, Happy and I are... Together in a way that makes us all a family. He understands that being with me includes you. "
She shrugs and heads back outside. Sighing sadly I continue what I'm doing knowing it's best to give her some space right now.
"The kid doesn't like it. " Happy scares the ever-living shit out of me, I didn't hear his bike pull up.
" She doesn't want me to move in. " His words carry a weight I can't ignore.
I know he'll never admit it, but I know it stings. Bri's been through enough already, and the last thing I want is to make her feel uncomfortable in her own home.
"She's apprehensive and with what she's been through... She has every right to be," I reason with him, my voice soft but firm. "I've never brought a man around her before. Now you're moving in and it's all happening really fast. We just need to show her that she can trust you."
He sighs heavily, the weight of his words hanging in the air like a dark cloud. "It's not gonna be for a while. I just got a job out east."
My heart sinks at the news, but I try to hide my disappointment. "When do you leave?" I ask, forcing a neutral expression.
I'd only just taken his crow, and I was hoping for more time to get acclimated to the idea of him being around more.
"A few days maybe," he shrugs, his tone casual but his eyes betraying a hint of concern as he notices the look on my face. "Don't know how long it'll take... But I should be back before Thanksgiving. If not..."
His voice trails off, leaving the rest of the sentence unspoken but hanging heavy in the air.
I understood from the start that he was a Nomad. Their lifestyle revolves around the road, and constant movement. I have no grounds to pressure him into making promises. All I ask is that he comes back to me. That's what truly matters.
" I get it, " Happy says, his tone softer, almost apologetic.
I meet his gaze, feeling a surge of gratitude for his understanding. " Thanks for being honest with me. "
He nods, his expression serious. " We'll do what we need in order to make it work, Reese. I promise. "
A small smile tugs at the corners of my lips. " I know we will. "
" Should we talk about what goes down on the road? " He asks, his tone cautious.
I take a moment to consider his question. " If you need some release, hands and mouths are fair game. Just don't get involved with any other women, " I reply firmly.
" I can live with that. "
