She was speechless, but all she could focus on was the two dark chocolate eyes that were staring back at her.
"Go change." he said again never taking his eyes off her as he shut her door.
"I can get my car in the morning. You don't have to take." was all she got out as she watched him slowly walk right up to her, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Going to get it tonight." He said. Being so close to her again, he could smell her perfume.
Deciding that this was an argument she didn't have the energy to compete in, she moved past him and made her way into her bedroom. Walking into her closet she pulled out a pair of her favorite worn jeans, found a fitted charcoal long sleeve v-neck tee and tugged on her riding boots. Taking a quick check of herself in the mirror, she opted not to touch her makeup considering she was just going to get her car and slid a pony tail holder onto her wrist. Turning off the light, she headed out of her bedroom.
What the hell am I doing? was the current question screaming in Happy's head while he stood at the door waiting on her. His only intention for this evening was to find the bottom of a Jack Daniels bottle and get some much needed sexual release from an eager sweet butt. At this point, he hadn't accomplished either. After hearing Tara say that Olivia wouldn't be showing up at the clubhouse, he found himself alone in his dorm quickly downing two shots, then discretely leaving T-M and ending up outside her office. Seeing her walking back toward him, the only thing he could now concentrate on was how fuckin' sexy she looked in those jeans and t-shirt.
Her eyes immediately found his as she walked back toward him. Instantly she felt her stomach flip and found it hard to break eye contact. I've lost my mind was looping through her head never expecting to be standing alone in her loft with an outlaw biker she barely knew. Reaching for her purse, she picks it up and turns toward Happy.
"I'm ready."
"No bag. Grab your license and give me your keys." he said holding out his hand.
All she could do was look at him. She had no clue as to what was happening which would normally cause her to over think the situation. Exhaustion, that's it she thought. There was no other explanation as to why she was so willingly compliant with this man. Pulling her license out of her wallet, she slid it in her back pocket and handed him her keys, feeling that his hand grazed hers.
Putting her keys in the inside pocket of his cut, he opened the door, stepping aside to let her out first. Seeing that she just stood there, he motioned toward the door, watching her cautiously walk out of her loft. Following right behind her, he made sure the door was locked. Making the short walk to the elevator, his eyes were glued to her perfect ass just a few feet in front of him. When the elevator doors opened, she noticed his bike backed into her space, as he continued walking. Reaching for his helmet, he turned to see her hesitantly getting closer.
"Put this on." he said handing her the helmet.
"We're taking your bike?" she asked.
"Yeah." seeing that she was still standing there holding the helmet. Stepping closer to her, he took the helmet back, unsnapped the chin strap and put it on her head. "Need to make sure this strap is tight."
Suddenly feeling panicked she grabbed onto his arm "I've never rode on a bike before. I can just get it tomorrow. It's fine really."
He sensed her fear the minute she had seen his bike but she was getting on it. Grabbing her hands to prevent her from removing the helmet, he quickly gave her a lesson on riding bitch. Swinging his leg over the bike he sat down starting it up. "Alright, you can get on now." he loudly stated over the engine, watching her sheepishly put her food on the peg and climb on. He turned his head to the side to look at her, feeling her hands grip his sides. Pulling her arms securely around his waist "You have to hold on tight. Just relax." he said as he eased out of the space. Happy didn't ride bitches on his bike, but feeling Olivia tightly pressed up against him caused a feeling of calm wash over him. With the intention of going straight to her office, he could feel how tense she was behind him, although she didn't fight him on any curves or turns. Coming to a stop at the last light on Main Street, he turned his head toward her.
"You alright?"
Pulling her cheek away from the back of his cut she raised her head "Yeah, I'm okay." she nervously said.
With her hands flattened out against his abs, a mischievous grin slowly formed on his face. "Hold on." was all he said as the light turned green and he took off. Her hands immediately held on even tighter than before and he felt a jolt of electricity flow through his entire body. Bravely lifting her head from the safety of his back she noticed that he didn't turn left toward her office. He went straight, heading out of Charming. Not wanting to sound like some shrieking woman, she buried her head against his back and let her mind wonder. Where was he going? Why didn't he take her to get her car? Where was he taking her? Why did she agree to get on the back of an outlaw's bike? Was she about to disappear and never be heard of again? Oh, I'm so screwed! As strange as it was, she felt surprisingly calm for a woman on a bike for the first time, intimately pressed up against a man she barely knew. Opening her eyes, she noticed how clear the sky was, the stars as bright and close as she remembered them to be at home in Georgia. They were on a two lane highway with what looked liked pastures on either side and nothing else. No traffic, no houses, nothing but the road ahead. Turning her head to rest the opposite cheek against his back she exhaled and actually felt herself relax.
He loved late night rides on the open road. Nothing but the sound of his bike and the cool night air. He truly hadn't planned on this little excursion and not that he would admit it out loud or even silently to himself, but being around Olivia was causing him to do things he wouldn't normally do. Hell, he still didn't know why he showed up at her office earlier tonight. Seeing the all night gas station come into view, he decided to stop for a smoke and coffee.
Realizing he was slowing down, she forced her mind to refocus on her current situation. She also now realized her ass was numb. Feeling him turn into the gas station, she felt his abs flex which snapped her back to the reality of being on the back of bike with a man who wore a patch that read "UnHoly One", which she could only guess didn't mean he skipped church. Coming to a stop beside a row of picnic tables to the side of the store, he pushed the kick stand down and shut off the bike. Putting his night glasses around his neck, he climbed off. Holding his hand out to help her off, she put her left hand into his and gently eased herself off the bike somewhat fearing she'd knock it over. Silently thanking God that she had two feet safely on the ground, she took off the helmet and sat it on the seat.
"Restrooms are clean inside." was all he said as he motioned toward the door. Taking this a clue for her, she turned and made her way inside. Seeing the restroom sign at the back of the store, she smiled at the clerk as she walked by. He was right. To her amazement, the store's ladies room was clean. Washing her hands, she caught her reflection in the mirror. She didn't have helmet hair, but it was flatter than she normally wore it. Quickly flipping her head over, she gave a quick shake and stood back up. "That helped a little" she said looking at herself in the mirror. Deciding she couldn't hide out in the restroom, she made her way back outside. Pushing open the door, she could see him sitting on top of the picnic table smoking. She noticed that the only other car in the parking lot must belong to the store clerk.
"Here." he said handing her a bottled water.
"Thanks." she said assuming he got it while she was in the restroom. "Where are we?"
"Outside Charming." he spoke after taking a drag from his cigarette.
Smart Ass she thought as she tilted her head at him. "How far outside of Charming?" as she twisted the cap off her water.
"Not too far." was all he said, staring directly at her. "Got somewhere to be?"
Lowering the bottle from her lips, "No, although I wasn't expecting a bike ride tonight." she said looking back up to the stars.
Sitting on top the picnic table he caught himself staring at her. Damn, she had one hell of a body, but there was something more that had him intrigued with this woman. "Where you from originally?" he asked noticing she looked again caught off guard.
Hearing his question, she turned around and felt as if someone had just punched her in the gut. The background report. He sought her out tonight to get more questions answered. Keeping her composure although she felt her blood pressure rise, she looked him dead in the eyes, "Georgia. What other questions can I answer for you? My medical reports are due in next week and I already said I'd be happy to provide copies. So, tell me, what else do you want to know?"
Immediately he realized she was on the defensive but why? Medical reports? What the fuck was she talking about? Standing to stub out his cigarette, he cautiously walked closer toward her. "Everything." which was the truth. In his thirty eight years, no one, especially a woman, had peeked his interest the way Olivia had and in record time. What he didn't know was why she was talking about her medical records and what had she already answered and to who?
Feeling like a total fool, she took another sip of her water and sat it back down on the table, all the while noticing how close he was now standing to her. "Let's see I just recently turned thirty three, never been married, no children, majored in interior design, minored in marketing, been in real estate for seven years, my blood type is O negative…..she stopped rambling on as she saw he was just staring at her.
Now extremely frustrated she put her hands on top of her head. "Okay, just tell me. What does Mr. Ortiz want to know about me? Why did he pull a background check on me?"
Quickly standing back up, he was directly in front of her in a flash. "What the fuck you talking about?" he asked a bit harsher than he intended as he saw her take a step backward.
Looking at him like he had three heads, she found her inner strength and moved forward toward him. "Juan Carlos Ortiz pulled a background check on me and I have no idea why. It would be nice to know why SAMCRO seems to be interested in knowing my personal information."
Juice, that fuckin' punk! Why was he checking Olivia out? Then it hit him….Clay. Clay must have ordered Juice to pull her info. He stopped thinking of ways to hurt Juice in his head and refocused his attention back toward Olivia. "Club needs to know who comes in contact with us."
"But I have no contact with the club. I'm friends with Tara." she said now wanting to be as far away from the man in front of her as possible.
"Tara's the VP's old lady. We don't take chances with anyone."
Turning away from Happy, she stared out into the pasture beside the store and seriously considered walking back even though she was in the middle of nowhere. Right now all she wanted was a large glass of wine and for this night to be over.
"Hey!" he said as he reached out and touched her shoulder. She turned around faster than he expected and almost stumbled into him. "What's your problem?"
"Are you kidding me? What's my problem? Look, I moved to Charming for a job. I didn't move here to be investigated by your club. My life is just that, it's my life and I don't appreciate people butting into it, especially behind my back. If your club wants to know something, how about ask me first before you decide to go to the extreme of pulling a background check." she said surprised at herself that she was remaining calm. Seeing that the store was still open she started to walk past him.
"Where you going?" he asked stepping in front of her to stop her.
"I'm calling a cab. I'm through being interrogated tonight."
"No cabs in Charming." he said noticing she was angry.
"Then take me back." she said looking up at him. She couldn't believe that he was just going to stand there and not say anything. Wanting to get her point across to him, she walked over to his bike, grabbing the helmet and putting it back on. "I'm serious. I want you to take me to my car, like you said you were going to do."
This chick has some serious balls he thought standing there watching her stand her ground with him. Knowing delaying taking her to her car was only going to piss her off even more, he made his way over to the bike putting his night glasses on standing in front of her. Swinging his leg across the bike, he turned back to her. "You need to hold on tight." he stated as he started the bike. Nodding toward the bike, she eased herself onto the bike and settled in behind him. Turning his head toward her again, he pulled her arms more securely around his waist and lifted the kickstand. He again told her to hold on as he started the drive back to Charming.
The ride back into town was not at all pleasant. If there was one thing Olivia hated, being a made a fool was high on the list. Tara had always told her how tight the club was but she never expected to investigated by them. She was a private person and right now she felt violated.
She was mad. No, the woman sitting very intimately behind him was pissed and for reasons he couldn't explain, that didn't sit well with him. The club was his life, his blood, so if Clay felt the need to check her out then so be it. Protecting the club from an outside threat was top priority, even if it pissed off a certain woman who was pressed up against his back. Speeding up he felt her hands tighten their grip which caused him to feel that spark again.
Thirty minutes later they pulled into the parking lot at Oswald Properties and she couldn't wait to get off this bike and get away from the man on it. As soon as they pulled into the space beside her SUV, he felt her remove her hands from his waist. She had the helmet off and was already climbing off before he got the kickstand down. With her feet firmly on the ground she put the helmet on the seat and turned toward her car. Reaching out for the door, she realized she didn't have her keys.
"Hey. Stop!" he said as he walked around the bike toward her.
Standing there knowing she needed to get the hell away from this man before she totally forgot every manner she was ever taught, "I need my keys." she said hoping he was going to hand it to her.
Reaching into his pocket for the key, he noticed she looked defeated. Fuck, she's so damn sexy when she's pissed was his thought as he heard her again.
"Please, just give me my key and you can go."
He just kept staring at her and it was really starting to piss her off even more. "Why didn't you just tell me when I came out here after work that you wanted to question me?
"Who said I was here to question you?" he said quickly realizing he just slipped up.
"Then why are you…wait a minute. If you weren't here to question me, then why were you here earlier?" she asked now even more confused.
Silence was all she got and those two intense chocolate brown eyes. He honestly couldn't answer as to why he showed up at her office. He didn't know himself.
She turned away from him and put her hands over her face. Taking a few seconds to regain her composure, she faced him. "Have to admit, it was pretty ingenious of you. You got me to tell you my personal information without even asking me."
She was beyond angry at him and he didn't like it. Right now all he could concentrate on was the fire in her eyes and how full her lips were. She seemed to not notice that he was slowly closing in the distance between them and he was now within a few feet of her. He could feel his heart rate speeding up, the same way it did the night he kissed her in the clubhouse. He just kept staring into her eyes and he could tell she now realized how close he was. He could smell her perfume. He could feel the heat radiate off her. He was now standing right in front of her.
She was exhausted. This had turned into the night from hell, first finding Happy waiting on her here, dealing with Tristan's breakdown and now dealing with a biker who was holding her car key hostage and still not knowing why he's standing here in the first place. She wanted an answer.
"Why are you here Happy? What do you want?" she said staring up at him, noticing they were almost as close as they were the night they kissed.
His hands slowly came up from his sides and made their way onto either side of her face. Her skin was incredibly soft as he gently moved his thumbs across her cheeks, causing her eyes to involuntarily close. His eyes focused in on her lips and he heard her ask him again.
"Happy, why are you….." but he didn't let her finish. His lips covered hers feeling they were as soft as they were the other night. He felt his stomach drop to his feet and he pulled back, immediately regretting it. Searching her eyes, he could tell she was confused but all he cared about right now was kissing her. Lowering his lips again to hers this time with more force than the first time. Slowly moving his mouth over hers, he was caressing her cheek with one hand as the other moved to cup the back of her neck. He wanted to be closer as he stepped into her, causing her to step backwards only to be stopped by the side of her SUV. Although he knew she hadn't hit the SUV hard, he pulled back still keeping his hands on her and his body pressed against hers. The confused look was gone. She looked up into his eyes, her eyes slowly making their way down to his lips then back up. Her heart was slamming in her chest completely not expecting this to be happening. Her lips were tingling as she unknowingly licked them while she watched his eyes focus on her mouth.
Seeing her lick her lips caused a low growl to escape his mouth. His control simply snapped and his lips were again back on hers. He'd softly kiss her, letting his lips linger against hers then pull back with just his forehead resting against hers. He continued to do that two more times as he felt her respond more with each kiss, feeling her mouth open slightly. He felt her hands slowly making their way up his chest but all he could concentrate on right now was her lips. Ever so slowly, he traced her bottom lip with his tongue and felt both her hands now around his neck. Feeling his tongue against her lip, she opened her mouth more welcoming his into her mouth.
He heard her softly moan, then felt her tongue intertwine with his, her hands now back on his chest snaking their way around to his back, pulling him even more into her. Hearing him groan, she pushed her tongue deeper into his mouth and felt his body push more into hers. Slanting his head to the other side, he continued kissing her as if his life depended on it.
For the next twenty five minutes, this intimate game continued, neither slowing down or letting up. Her hands had somehow found their way to the bottom of his shirt and were now on searing hot, smooth bare skin, slowly making their way up his back. The instant he felt her hands on his skin, he growled into her mouth. His hands had already started making their way down her body and were now resting on her firm, round ass, as he grinded himself against her, desperate for some release. She couldn't help but feel his hardness against her, and she was slowly realizing she could have an orgasm simply from kissing this man. No man she had ever been with had this effect on her. Bringing her hands around to his stomach, she felt his stomach muscles flex and moved them higher up onto his chiseled chest.
He knew if he didn't regain control, he'd have an explosion in his pants. Slowing down, he ran his hands back up her body, carefully feeling the outside of her breasts as he brought them back up to cup her face. With his lips still pressed against hers, he again traced her lips feeling her mouth instantly open, allowing him again to slide his tongue inside to find hers. Pulling back, he rested his forehead against hers while his hands held either side of her face. Opening her eyes, she saw his staring back at her while they both tried to slow down their breathing.
Looking into her eyes, it was if reality punched him in the face and he immediately backed himself away from her. With his breathing still not under control, he turned away from her, forcing his years of controlling his body and emotions to remerge. After about thirty seconds, he felt his control back and turned around face her.
She was still leaning against her car. He could see her cheeks were flushed and her naturally full lips looked swollen. And damn it to hell, all he wanted to do right now was take her against the car or lay her down on the parking lot and fuck her over and over again. He had to get away from her, the quicker the better.
"You need to go home." reaching into his pocket and pulling out her keys. Only getting within arms reach to her, he held out the keys.
In a matter of two minutes, she had gone from being thoroughly kissed by the man standing in front of her, to seeing him back away from her as if she was poison to now having her car keys held out to her from a safe distance. What the hell just happened? was screaming in her head as she looked from the keys back to him.
"Happy?"
"Go home." again was all he said as he shook the keys in front of her, she reached out and took it.
With the keys now in her hand, he turned away, walking around his bike and climbing on. In record time, he had his helmet strapped on, night glasses in place and was ready to crank the bike. "Go home." he said again, seeing the look of complete confusion on her face as she turned and opened her car door. Putting the key in the ignition, she couldn't bring herself to look back over at him. This was the second time that he had initiated this and the second time that he pulled away as if she was the devil. She put the car in drive and pulled out. He sat there for a few minutes, watching her pull away, wanting nothing more than for her to turn around and come back. Pushing that thought from his mind, he pulled out looking forward to the hour and half drive to his cabin and desperate for a long cold shower.