***Saturday***
"Well it's about time you got back!" Tara said bursting through the door. "Gemma's driving me crazy with all this wedding shit, so I'm hiding out here."
Having only been awake for about three minutes, Olivia was completely unprepared for company, even Tara. Closing the door, she walked over to the couch and sat down, leaning back against the arm.
"Is everything okay with Lyla and Opie?" she asked worried that something had happened between the couple.
"Oh, no they're fine. Gemma's just gone crazy. Not that she would admit it, but she's a control freak."
Grinning at her best friend, "Noooo. I would have never guessed that."
"So what are you wearing?" Tara asked mirroring Olivia's position on the opposite end of the couch.
"Wearing?"
"Uh, to the wedding tonight? Need to warn you, tonight will be your first introduction into where spandex came to die."
"What?" laughed Olivia trying to understand what Tara just said.
"Well, lets' just say that you'll see some very interesting outfits tonight at the wedding and party."
"Oh. I'm not sure about going since I just got back and I haven't spoke with Lyla. I don't want to intrude on their day."
"No, you're coming. She was telling Gemma and I last night at the party that she was happy you were coming."
Showing up at the wedding was the last thing she wanted to do. She could already feel her stomach knotting up at the mere thought of another run in with Happy. She had spent the past four days hiding out, too humiliated to find out why he was so angry with her.
"Hey. Are you okay?"
Realizing she was staring into space, she turned back toward Tara, "Yeah. I'm okay."
"No, you're not. Liv, what's wrong?" Tara asked seeing her friend was clearly distracted about something. "Don't even deny it. What's going on?"
Never able to hide anything from the doctor, "I'm not sure what I did, but I severely upset someone the other day, and it's been bothering me ever since."
"Who was it?"
She knew that was her next question but Olivia didn't want to be the cause of any club issues, "it doesn't matter who it was. I just feel terrible for upsetting this person." standing up from the couch and walking into the kitchen.
Tara knew there was more to this story but didn't want to push her friend, "well, I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding."
"I don't think so." she said barely above a whisper, "Stay the fuck out of my life!" was now looping through her mind as she not only could hear Happy's angry voice in her head, but see the same feeling in his eyes. No this wasn't a misunderstanding.
Hearing her phone beep, Tara picked it up seeing a text from Lyla. "Well, I'm being summoned back to wedding hell. I think Lyla's ready to kill Gemma as well." Walking over to Olivia, "so we'll see you at seven right?"
Knowing this was a battle she couldn't win, "yes, I'll be there. Give Lyla my best." she said hugging Tara.
This is not going to end well, she thought knowing it would only make Happy even angrier to see her there after he clearly told her to stay away from him. Maybe she would get lucky and he'd wouldn't be there.
***Oswald Warehouse***
He could always count on putting weapons together as a great distraction. Leaving the clubhouse more than two hours ago, Happy was enjoying the peace and quite of being alone. That was of course until he heard the distinct sound of Harley pipes coming up the road. So much for peace and quiet thought Happy as he opened the next box of weapons. Just as he popped the nailed top off, Tig walked through the door.
"Beauties aren't they." commented Tig noticing his brother had already assembled two crates of weapons. "Makes me twitch just thinking about em'."
"Everything alright at the clubhouse?"
"Yeah, Slade and Gunner should be down by five. Hoping like hell Slade needs Koz back. Fucker's getting on my nerves."
Chuckling at his brother's irritation, "Not ready to make up yet?" Happy asked knowing his two brothers would probably never bury their grudge.
"Fuck that! I should be thanked for not putting a bullet in his head since he's been down here. Shit head just needs to go."
Watching Happy assemble weapons was like watching an artist work on a prized painting. With careful attention to every detail, closely examining each piece then precisely putting the gun together put a huge smile across Tig's face. The two men shared a severe passion for weapons, but the bond between them went even deeper. There was no one Tig trusted more in battle than the SOA assassin. Never questioned whatever situation they found themselves in, his back would always be covered, just as he would do for Happy. All week he had seen that something was off with Happy, ever since he went to see his mom. He knew damn well that the next words out of his mouth could land him on the floor with Happy beating the shit out of him, but it was a beating he'd take.
"What's goin on?"
Looking up from the gun, he just looked at Tig.
"Dude, something's up. Didn't think your ass could be any quieter, but hell, this week you've gone mute. What's up?"
Again, nothing but a low growl. Happy simply went back to assembling the gun, hoping the subject would be forgotten.
He was prepared to wait the silence out. To his surprise he wasn't having the shit beat out of him. "Your mom okay?"
That did it. The gun was slammed down on the table as soon as the words left Tig's mouth. "She's fine." was all he said walking around the table and lifting another crate onto the counter.
"Just curious to know what's on your mind."
He was again met with silence. He wasn't surprised though, this was Happy he was trying to get details from. Happy never divulged personal shit, and whatever had him quiet was personal. What he was about to do shocked the hell out of him but he justified that it was in the best interest of the club and what S.A.A would he be if he didn't.
"Had lunch with the midget on Monday." Tig said, noticing Happy immediately looked up at him. "It's just something we've been doing since her attack. Nothing much. Just lunch." he continued seeing his brother's confused look. "Saw Olivia in her office." he watched as Happy froze. Bingo! "Looked sad and shit. Said she'd upset someone earlier that day but didn't know why."
Fuck! He really was an ass. Although he had seen her justifiably upset as she left the care center, hearing Tig's comments just made it that much worse. For the past four days, he could see her face. Those normally bright shinning emerald green eyes looked horrified and remorseful, even though she had no fuckin clue why. Finishing the gun he was working on, he placed it back in the crate and carried it over to the stack.
"She said it wasn't Zobelle. That's all the info she gave me." Tig said propping himself against the table.
Slick fucker! Happy thought facing his partner in crime. "It was me."
"What?"
"I said it was me. I'm the one she upset." Happy said internally not believing this conversation was happening, and with Tig, no less.
"What the hell happened?"
Twenty minutes later Tig now knew what had him so wound up about for the past few days. He could tell his normally unemotional brother felt like shit for yelling at Olivia but making it even worse was the fact that she simply disappeared afterwards and without actually saying the words, he gathered that Happy had actually sought her out in his own attempt to apologize. But she was currently nowhere to be found.
"Man, you gonna deal with it?"
Shaking his head yes, he just had no clue how or even if she'd give him the chance.
***Opie & Lyla's house***
For an outlaw biker wedding, Gemma had to admire what she was able to pull off in five days and in a backyard. The prospects had come in handy moving the kids swing set to the side yard. With the white and pink azaleas beautifully in bloom already, she decided to hang white Japanese lanterns from the tree branches as the only other real decorations. After all, this was a club wedding, she needed to respect that Opie wasn't the traditional groom you found at most weddings. Less was better for this event, but it was still beautiful and perfect for the couple who in less than an hour would be saying "I Do". Walking in the house, she found Tara and Lyla in the bedroom as Tara was doing last minute touches to the bride's hair.
"Damn, to have your body, you shit." Gemma said. "All bullshitting aside, you look gorgeous sweetheart. I know you're going to make Opie and the kids very happy."
Turning to look at Lyla, "Gemma, don't make her cry. I don't have time to re-do her makeup." Tara said gently blotting Lyla's eyes.
"Gemma, we really appreciate you handling everything. It's perfect."
"It's what I do best. Now, you two need to hurry the hell up. You've got thirty minutes." she said popping Tara on her ass as she walked back outside to resume her position as Queen and Greeter.
Having received a text from Elliott asking her to meet he and Tristan at the wedding, her nerves had settle just enough for her to physically drive herself over to Opie and Lyla's house. But as soon as the house was in her sights, those once settled nerves were now completely frazzled. Would he be here? she thought checking her makeup one last time. Of course he would be here. Even if she didn't know him that long, she knew the importance of this club to him. His family. Now she could only pray that she could stay out of his sight so that she wouldn't anger him again. Parking along the side street, she made her way around to the front of the house to thankfully find Elliott and Tristan waiting for her.
"Hey Olivia!" the young girl said reaching out to hug her. "You look beautiful."
"So do you sweetie. Should we go sit down?" Olivia asked praying she could be invisible tonight.
The scene before her was just as Tara had described it would be. Leather and spandex everywhere. To her amazement, the small backyard was beautifully decorated and not over done. White Japanese lanterns hung from the trees giving a soft glow from the candles inside, the azaleas and lilac bushes were in full bloom creating a perfect floral scent, and white folding chairs lined either side of the isle. Totally not what she had imagined for a SAMCRO wedding. Finding a seat toward the back and as close to the fence as possible, Olivia continued to take in the surroundings. Elliott had excused himself after helping his daughter and associate find seats to go over and chat with Clay, Chibs and Bobby. Sweeping her hair over her right shoulder in hopes of hiding herself, she happily watched Tristan scroll through countless photos of her recent gymnastics practices.
With most of SAMCRO gathered in Opie's side yard, the men were enjoying a beer and bullshittin' together.
"Gotta say, I didn't expect Op to get remarried so quickly, but she's a looker." Slade said popping the top of his bottle.
"Hopefully this wife can keep her shit together about the club. Never understood him putting up with Donna's bitching about club business." complained Koz watching the guests make their way around the house.
Throwing a glance toward his less than tactful brother, "I wouldn't bring Donna up today especially." Happy said putting his cigarette out against the fence.
"Show some damn respect asshole." Tig said walking away cursing the day he ever met the Tacoma member.
"That fucker needs his ass kicked." bitched Koz. "What's his damn problem?"
"Same as it's always been. You." was all Happy said as he started to walk to the back yard with Slade and Koz following.
Hearing the music begin to play, everyone found their seats and waited. Olivia had discretely watched the large number of bikers make their way into the back yard. All but one. Laughing silently, she had to agree with Tara. Most of the women in attendance were proudly wearing spandex, although the material was not covering that much skin. Noticing the smile on Tristan's face, she followed her line of sight to see Tig winking back at the girl. She could tell immediately when he noticed her. Swallowing her fear of being seen, she simply nodded back acknowledging him.
Damn weddings Happy thought sitting in the front row as Gemma had insisted that he, Chibs, Bobby, Juice, and Tig sit on the same row as she and Clay. Today was about family she said, and as always when Gemma asked any of them for something, they listened.
This was not his idea of a Saturday evening, but he was happy for his brother. They had all watched helplessly as Opie grieved the sudden loss of Donna and struggling with adjusting to life as a single parent. It's just cemented his feelings that much more that being single and unattached kept his life free of complications. He was trying his best to listen to what was going on, but caught himself being more entertained at watching his VP all but drool over his old lady. He started wondering if Tara had knew what had happened with Olivia. Hell, he wondered if she knew where the hell she had disappeared to. Looking over at Tig, he laughed internally knowing his brother had somewhat played him this afternoon. Tig knew he would have never volunteered personal shit which is why he knew his brother fessed up his own shit to level the field. Surprisingly, it wasn't all that shocking that Tig was meeting Tristan for lunch. Happy had witnessed the strange bond between the two early on, but out of respect for Tig, he never brought it up. Turning his attention back to the bride and groom, he could tell it was almost over hearing Opie profess to "ride her as much as his Harley."
As soon as the minister pronounced them man and wife, the backyard erupted in cheers and whistles for the newly married couple. Everyone stood as the couple made their way back down the isle, welcoming handshakes and high fives along the way.
With everyone now standing and mingling, Olivia felt herself grateful that she could blend in better. Seeing her gorgeous best friend, she motioned to Elliott that she'd be right back. Making her way through the crowd was interesting. She could feel eyes on her, men sizing her up making her feel naked and other women trying to figure out who the hell she was. Finally seeing a way to safely get to Tara, she walked around a patched member from Tacoma.
"You look gorgeous. That color is stunning on you." gushed Olivia.
"I have to admit, I do feel sexy as hell in this dress." beamed Tara hugging her friend. "If you haven't noticed, you're drawing a lot of attention missy."
Not willing to look at what Tara was referring to, "I may have felt a few eyes on me."
"I could use a drink." Tara said grabbing her friends hand to walk over toward Jax.
Making their way over to the guys, Olivia followed along tucked in behind the doctor.
"Damn Jacky boy. I wouldn't let her out of the house lookin' that damn good! Commented Chibs on his VP's old lady. "No shit, doc, you're simply stunning."
With a huge smile on her face, "Thanks Chibs." now standing in front of Jax.
Whistling….."Fuck! Another fine woman! Olivia, damn is all I've got." Chibs said leaning over to give the brunette a hug. "Bitches goin' be jealous over the two of you tonight."
"How are ya Chibs?" asked Olivia at the Scotsman who could always make her smile.
Looking her up and down, "gotta say I'm doing much better now that I've seen you."
"Okay, we're going to get drinks and find Lyla. You behave." Tara said smiling at Jax. "I'll be back in a few."
"We'll be right here. Lookin' forward to watching you walk away." grinned Jax earning a devilish smirk from Tara.
"Shit. Go get a room." commented Bobby.
Walking over toward the bar, she saw Tristan playing with Opie's children and Lyla taking pictures. Tapping Tara on the shoulder, she walked over to the new bride to offer her congratulations.
"Hi there newlywed!" she softly spoke to Lyla who was crouched down taking pictures.
"Olivia! Oh, I'm so glad you made it." squealed the bride. Pulling back from their hug, "where have you been?"
While she didn't want to lie to her new friend, she also didn't want to relive what had happened. "Had some work stuff to take care of." which to a small extent was true. She just didn't have to leave town to handle it. Seeing Opie walking over, "Opie, Congratulations. It was a beautiful ceremony."
"Thanks. Glad you could make it." was all he said. "Gemma said we need to take pictures now."
"Oh, you two go ahead. I'm need to find Elliott. Congratulations again." she said before she walked off. Quickly scanning the crowd she started to make her way over to Elliott.
"Olivia?"
Slowly turning around, she saw the blond guy from the other night at the clubhouse, although she couldn't remember his name.
"I'm Koz. Remember we met the other week at the clubhouse."
"Of course, Koz. How are you?" she said trying to make polite conversation.
"Good. Can't believe Op tied the knot. So, how are you liking Charming?"
From across the yard, Tig focused in on the pair. Fuckin idiot. thought Tig knowing Koz had plans of bedding Olivia. Not a chance in hell of that happening. If he didn't know better, Olivia looked like she was wanting to be rescued from having to talk to the bastard. And as if on cue, Tara walked up.
"Hey. Sorry, I haven't seen Carrie for a few years. She's the S.A.A's old lady from the Phoenix chapter. Hey Koz."
"Tara, how ya doing?" Koz asked hoping the doc would leave so that he could continue talking with Olivia.
"Come on, let's go get that drink." Tara said grabbing Olivia's hand and pulling her toward the bar.
"Okay. Koz it was nice talking to you." she said turning back to the blond biker.
Downing his beer, he watched her walk away feeling his dick getting hard staring at her ass. Seeing his brothers over by the fence, he made is way toward them.
It was great catching up with Slade. On his recent run to Tacoma, the twosome didn't have time to talk with Happy summoned to clean up Gunner's mess.
"Nice to have some downtime." Slade said enjoying another beer. "How's your mom?"
"She's good." Happy said keeping his answer short, not needing to say more. His brothers knew how important his privacy was, especially about his mom, so they respected it and didn't question him.
"Gotta say, this small ass town's not so bad." looking around at everyone there. "Where'd Tig get to?"
Scanning the area, Happy pointed over toward Clay and Gemma showing Slade where the S.A.A. was. Laughing at the two flipping each other the bird, Happy grabbed another beer from the passing sweet butt who was working as a cocktail waitress.
Both men eyed the red head as she walked by, giving a wink as she passed. "Might need to hit that later." Slade grinned glancing over at Happy.
"Can't offer any recommendations on that one."
"No doubt ya'll got some fine pieces of ass down here." he stated again surveying the women in the backyard. Landing his eyes on the woman he had come close to earlier, he hit Happy on the arm. "Speaking of, who is that sexy creature?" Slade asked nodding in the direction of the bar.
Slightly turning his head, he saw her. Olivia.
"Fuck that is one fine lookin' woman. Damn, I'm getting' hard just lookin' at her." confessed Slade.
She had been having a pleasant conversation with Tara and a woman she now knew was named Charlotte, who was an old lady of a Tacoma member when she suddenly felt a chill go through her. It wasn't until Charlotte reached for another drink that she saw what had caused it. Happy. He was standing across the yard staring back at her. Swallowing the lump that had just entered her throat, she quickly looked away and tried to reengage in the conversation.
There she stood not even a hundred feet from him. Dressed in a strapless long dress with her hair completely straight and pulled around her shoulder. She took his breath away. He could tell the second she noticed him because the small smile she had on her face immediately left. She froze, quickly adverting her gaze from him. Fuck Fuck Fuck! He could barely register Slade was still talking to him.
"Dude, who is she?"
"Oh, that's Olivia." Juice said.
Happy's attention snapped back into place hearing the SAMCRO tech geek tell Slade who the mystery woman was.
"She's Tara's best friend from Chicago." he added. "Not at all bad on the eyes."
Usually having Juice butt into a conversation would have annoyed him to no end, but right now he was thankful because he was speechless.
From his spot on the covered porch, Tig was in a prime location to witness the moment the SAMCRO Assassin and the brunette beauty saw each other. The second they're eyes met, Happy looked like he'd been sucker punched and Olivia looked like she'd seen a ghost. What Tig didn't notice was that Gemma was trying to figure out what he was so interested in.
"Who are you watching?" Gemma asked curious as to who Tig was watching so intently.
"Huh? What?" Tig asked trying to play it off.
"Don't bullshit me. Who are you watching?"
"No one." he said standing up from the chair and walking over toward the bar.
"Yeah right." Gemma thought as she glanced back out into the yard at where Tig was staring, only noticing Slade and Happy who looked to be stalking prey.
Making her way over to Elliott and Tristan, she was thankful that the back yard was still crowded with guests.
"Hey there. Having a good time?" Elliott asked.
"Yeah. I'm having a great time." she said hoping she sounded convincing.
"Daddy, what time are you taking me to Catlin's?" Tristan asked.
"In just a few minutes. Clay wanted to speak to me about something."
She could take Tristan thought Olivia. "Elliott, I can take her. I was about ready to leave anyway. You stay and enjoy the evening."
Looking at her curiously, "Olivia are you sure? I don't want to impose on you."
"Elliott, it's fine. I'm happy to do it. Really." she assured her boss. "You ready?"
"Yeah, let me go so bye to Gemma and Tara and I'll be right back."
"I'll go with you, I need to say goodnight as well." Olivia said following behind the young girl.
"Well hello there gorgeous" Gemma said smiling at the young girl. "Are you having a good time?"
"Yes I am. Lyla looks so pretty in her dress. Hi Tara." Tristan said giving the future SAMCRO queen a hug.
"Hey sweetie."
"I just wanted to come say bye. Olivia's driving me over to Caitlin's for a sleepover."
"Oh, that sounds like fun." Gemma said looking up at Olivia.
"Elliott's seems to be having a really good time, so I told him I'd take Tristan."
"I was hoping you'd come back to the clubhouse with us." spoke Tara.
"I know, but with being out of town all week, I need to regroup and catch up. I'm sorry."
"You owe me." Tara said still feeling as if something was still off with her friend.
"How about lunch tomorrow? Gemma, could you make it? Let's say one o'clock at my place?" Olivia asked looking between the two women.
"It's a date."
"Count me in too."
"Please give my best to Lyla and Opie. Tristan, you ready?"
"Yeah." she said giving Gemma one last hug before walking out with Olivia.
Turning back toward Tara, Gemma caught the odd look on her face. "What?"
"What?" Tara asked.
Putting her hand on her hip, "What's with the look? You look worried about her?"
"I don't know. She just seems off. Was hoping to hang out at the clubhouse tonight."
"You think she's avoiding you or us for that matter?"
"Oh, no nothing like that. I can tell something's bothering her." Tara said. Seeing Jax waving at her. "Hey, lets' grab some drinks and relax." she said grabbing the Queens hand.
***Olivia's Loft***
Walking into her loft, she dropped her keys in the plate on the entry table and made her way into her bedroom. Feeling relieved to be in the privacy of her loft, she let out the breath she felt she had been holding since she locked eyes with Happy. It amazed and terrified her that a simple look from him at the wedding could scare and make her weak in the knees at the same time. Taking her dress and jewelry off, she dropped the dress in her dry cleaning hamper and walked into the bathroom to start the tub. Grabbing a water bottle from the fridge, she stopped, glancing through her mail. Finally opening the small package that John had sent her, she couldn't say she was surprised to find what was inside. A hand written note along with every piece of jewelry he had bought for her. Shaking her head He just doesn't get it, she folded the note back up after reading the first two lines, and closed the box. Rubbing her neck as she walked back into the bathroom, she was looking forward to at least an hour relaxing in the tub.
***T-M***
The party was in full swing. The clubhouse and parking lot were packed with patched members and invited guests. Sweetbutts were out in full force tonight eager to accommodate whatever need a SON had. From his spot on the leather couch, he had a front row seat watching the busty blond on the stripper pole. With each turn she did, she made a point to seek him out, hoping to catch his attention and let him do what he pleased with her tonight. His eyes caught the clubhouse door opening to see Gemma and Tara walking in. They both had changed out of their wedding clothes and from the looks of it, were both ready to party. Standing up from the couch, he saw the blond give him a pout as he walked past her heading toward the bar.
"Hap, grab a beer. We're outside by the fire pit." Clay said smiling at his brother. With two fresh beers, he made his way outside to find most of SAMCRO sitting around the fire pit with Slade and Gunner.
"Tara, you taught Reed well on how to make a damn good margarita." Gemma said raising her cup.
"He has improved on his bartending skills. I think he was trying to impress Olivia that night though." Tara said laughing at how the young prospect looked starry eyed at her friend.
"If I remember correctly she was a little too drunk to have noticed."
"Ahh, good times!" said the doctor remembering girls night.
For the past two hours he had caught up with Slade, watched Bobby do too many Elvis numbers, and laughed his ass off seeing Juice working his charm on the famous Lowery twins. In his fourteen years as a SON, it was times like these that made this lifestyle enjoyable. Ass kicking from time to time, lucrative deals to earn major cash, and partying with the family. But tonight, even with everything in front of him, he couldn't settle in and enjoy it. His mind kept flashing back to Olivia's face. He may be the club's assassin, a title he wasn't ashamed of, but knowing he had mistakenly attacked her, bothered the shit out of him.
***Olivia's Loft***
She felt like a new woman, well almost. Slipping into her favorite charcoal gray cami and cheeky panty set, she finished brushing her teeth and turned off the bathroom light. Crawling into bed, she started flipping through the latest Victoria Secret catalogs. Leaving the television off, she preferred the quite and felt herself start to feel sleepy. Deciding to recheck the front door, she left the small table lamp on and made her way back to bed. Throwing her robe onto the chaise, she climbed into bed ready to sleep the night away.
***T-M***
"I see Slade's found his bed buddy for the evening." laughed Clay watching the Tacoma president with his arm around a red headed sweet butt.
"Girls gives good head, I'll give her that." Tig commented downing another beer.
Gemma had to laugh. Tig was always forthcoming on which crow eaters had the best talent. Cocking her head to the side, she just stared at him. It took the Sargent at Arms a few minutes to notice the Queen staring at him and it was starting to unnerve him.
"What?" yelled Tig.
"What? Why don't you tell me what you were so fixated on at the wedding?" asked Gemma noticing he looked uncomfortable as hell right now.
"I wouldn't doin' anything."
"Yes you were. Tig Trager, I know you better than that. You're up to something."
"Gemma, what are you talking about?" Clay asked watching his best friend being interrogated by his wife.
Before she could answer, Koz walked up zipping his pants from the blow job he'd just received on the side of the clubhouse. "Where's Hap?" he asked looking around the lot.
Clay and Gemma both looked around not seeing him. "Don't know, he walked inside about thirty minutes ago. Haven't seen him come back out."
"Probably fuckin' the shit out of that blond stripper." spoke Bobby raising his bottle to toast his brother's score.
"Don't think so. Just saw her and Gunner fuckin around back." Chibs said.
"Juicy, you'd see Hap out front?" asked the Scotsman seeing him walking up.
"No. Just walked out front to check the cameras since the bikes are out there. Didn't see his. He must have parked around in the garage." spoke Juice sitting down with the group.
Through his drunken haze, Tig knew his brother had parked his bike out front, heard him yelling at the prospects manning the gates that the bikes had better not be fucked with or they'd deal with him. No, Happy's bike had been there. If it wasn't there now, he was on it. Immediately thinking about their earlier conversation, a slow grin started forming on his face. His money was on his brother going to find Olivia.
Gemma Morrow was not blind. Her life long friend was up to something. Tig never got the shit eaten grin on his face that he currently had if he wasn't. Now she just had to find out what it was.
***Olivia's Loft***
Knock knock knock….
Slowly opening her eyes, she thought she had heard something. Listening for a few seconds, she had let her eyes close again….
Knock Knock Knock…..
Sitting up in bed, she knew she wasn't dreaming. Someone was knocking at her door. Reaching for her phone, she saw that she hadn't missed any calls or texts. Seeing it was almost midnight, she wasn't sure about answering the door. Quietly slipping her robe on, she tip toed down the hall and was almost ready to look through the peep hole…
Knock Knock Knock….
Slightly jumping, she must have made noise. "Olivia, open the door." As soon as she heard that voice she froze. Happy. Gathering her courage, she looked through the peep hole to find the object of her stress standing outside. What was he doing here? she thought. She could tell he didn't look happy, no pun intended, so she decided to get this over with. Sliding the barrel lock back and turning the dead bolt, she slowly opened the door.
Part of him actually thought she wouldn't open the door, but she did. They stood there for a few seconds before he spoke up first.
"Did I wake you?" He asked seeing she didn't look completely awake.
"Yes, I was…"
"Need to talk." was all he said as he stepped around her and into the loft. The room was dark except for the small lamp on the entry table. She turned to shut the door and walked toward him deciding to go stand over by the coffee table to put some distance between them.
"I'm not sure what you need to talk to me about." stated Olivia finally looking him in the eye.
In the darkness, he could tell that she seemed nervous, and after how he had treated her, he couldn't blame her. He took a step in her direction to see her move more around the coffee table.
"Are you afraid of me now?" he asked not sure if he wanted to know the answer.
"Should I be?" she quickly answered.
He stood there and didn't say a word, just stared at her. With the only light coming from the small lamp, he looked even more menacing than usual.
"Look, you made it clear that you don't want me anywhere near you and I'm going to respect your wishes, and I'm sorry that you saw me at the wedding. I had told Lyla last week that I would come." she said taking a breath. "I'm not trying to invade your life."
Feeling even more like the ass he was, "I didn't know that Gemma had asked you to drop off the package."
Seeing his facial expression soften a little. "Gemma didn't tell me it was something for the club. She told me it was for a friend of hers."
"It's not club related."
"Oh." was her response still not catching on.
"My mom is at that care center. The package was her meds for the month." Happy said looking Olivia directly in the eye, seeing the moment she realized what he just said.
"Your mom? She has cancer." Olivia stated slowly realizing why he reacted the way he did. From the small amount of information she knew about the man standing in front of her, she knew he was fiercely private, especially regarding his mother.
"Breast cancer."
"I'm sorry, I didn't…."
"Don't want your pity." He said a little colder than he intended.
Biting her lower lip and slowly moving around the coffee table, she started walking back towards the door. "I don't pity you or your mother. I'm sorry that she's sick and you have to deal with it, that's all." she stated starting to feel irritated that he was still so short with her.
"Hey!" he said causing her to stop and turn back toward him. They were now standing just a few feet apart, the closest the two had been since leaving Laroy's bar.
"What?" she asked getting tired of the back and forth they always went through.
Moving to stand right in front of her, "You never answered my question." he said desperately fighting the urge to touch her.
"What question?" she asked growing more frustrated by the minute.
"Are you afraid of me?" he questioned, his voice low and raspy. Scanning her face, he focused in on her eyes.
She didn't answer. She couldn't answer. Her mind could only focus on the fact that he was standing just inches from her again.
Taking that final step to where he now stood almost flush against her, "Are you?" he asked again, this time finding that his hands were slowly moving up her arms. Watching her eyes follow his hands, he lowered his face closer to hers.
"Olivia" he softly spoke causing her eyes to look back up to his. The second he saw her eyes, he lowered his lips against hers. He kissed her for a few seconds before pulling back and resting his forehead against hers. His hands were on her waist and he could feel hers against his chest. He just stood there staring into her eyes, wondering what she was thinking.
"Happy" she finally said sounding like she was out of breath. She moved her hands up until they were resting on his neck and started rubbing her thumbs over his collar bone. His hands slowly moved around her waist pulling her more into him.
"Happy?" she said again feeling his lips brush against her ear causing her to feel sparks throughout her body.
"Hmm." he responded, enjoying the feel of her pressed up against him.
"What do you want?" she asked barely able to concentrate with him now licking her neck under her ear.
He stopped his assault on her neck and put his forehead back against hers. His pants were becoming unbearably tight from the hard on he now had. Running his hands up and down her back, he stared into those green eyes and let go.
"You" was his response and as soon as the words left his mouth, his lips were back on hers. Her hands went around his neck pulling him down toward her. His hands slid down her back, slowly making their way to her ass, where he pulled her hard into him, wanting her to feel what she was doing to him. He couldn't stop. He felt her open her mouth more and he pushed his tongue further inside.
She wasn't sure how she was still standing up because she couldn't feel her legs anymore. All she could feel was his lips and tongue doing magical things to her mouth. There was no room between the two. He had her held so tightly to him that she could feel herself being bent backwards. But she didn't care. She didn't want this to stop. She could feel his dick hard against her leg causing her to start feeling an ache she hadn't ever felt before. She felt his hands all over her, one firmly holding her ass, keeping her pushed into his body and the other on the back of her neck controlling her head. Her tongue joined his and felt a wave of butterflies hearing him moan into her mouth. Her body was on overload from simply kissing this man.
He couldn't believe what was happening. It was all he could do not to throw her onto the floor and fuck her senseless. But something inside him, didn't want that. He slowed down the kiss, cupping her face in his hands. Both of them were breathing heavily having no desire to stop. He stood there, staring at the beautiful woman standing right in front of him and wondered if he was dreaming.
He stopped kissing her and was now just staring at her. Seeing her confusion, he dropped his hands, stepped back and turned away from her.
Again, he pulled away from her again. She wasn't going to allow this to happen again. Walking over to the door, she started to pull the door open, and turned to find Happy slowly walking toward her. His eyes were taking in every ounce of her and he looked different. He stopped right in front of her, pulling her hand off the door and closing it. Taking a step closer to her, she had to step back and found herself with her back against the door. Click Click were the next sounds she heard.
He had turned away from her and walked toward the table. Removing his cut and holster, he turned back to see her walking toward the door. He knew what she was thinking. She thought he was pulling away from her, again. Wrong. There was no way in hell he was leaving, not unless she said no. Walking over toward the door, he noticed her hair was wavy, she was wearing a short silky robe and he was dying to know what was under it. She didn't look afraid, but he had to be sure she wanted him. He needed her to tell him she wanted this, that it wasn't just him. Turning both locks on the door, he turned his attention back toward her.
He wasn't wearing his cut. Glancing over toward the table, she saw it was on the back of the chair. Looking back up at Happy, she felt another spark. He lowered his head and starting kissing her again. Yes was screaming through her head at the mere pleasure of feeling this man's lips on hers. She couldn't help herself. Her hands immediately found their way to cup his face, needing to feel him as close as possible. Another note of female satisfaction went through her hearing him moan when she pressed herself into him, feeling his hands again sliding over her body.
He had to regroup, gain control or this would be over. Fuck, they were both still clothed and he had serious plans of exploring every inch of her body. Pulling his lips from hers, but keeping his body against hers.
"You have ten seconds to stop this." he spoke, leaning down and kissing her again. Pulling back he watched her reaction.
"Happy?" she gasped out desperate for this man to continue kissing her.
"10 seconds, Olivia." he said silently praying she didn't want to stop.
Looking into his eyes, she let go. Reaching up with both hands, she pulled his face down to hers and kissed him hard. She traced his bottom lip with her tongue and he opened his mouth, sucking on her tongue. Dropping her hands from his face, she slid them down his chest and found his belt buckle. She kept kissing him deeply as her hands worked to undo his belt.
Feeling her hands working on his belt, he groaned into her mouth, his hands fumbling with the tie on her robe. He quickly untied it and pushed the robe off her shoulders where it gently fell to the floor. With his lips firmly against hers, his hands slid down to cup her firm ass, lifting her off the floor as she wrapped her legs around him. He pushed her back against the door, and slowed down the kiss. Pulling his head back a little, he groaned again seeing her nipples sticking out through the thin camisole. His hands were firmly on her ass, as he ground his hips against her center, causing her to whimper.
"Hap….."
He didn't let her finish saying his name before he was kissing her again. He'd kiss her, slowly moving his tongue in her mouth, while his right hand came around and found her right breast, firm and hard.
"Fuckin' perfect." he said, his mouth now just below her ear. He'd lick then suck on the pulse point on her neck causing her to wrap her legs tighter around him. He couldn't take much more of this or he'd explode in his pants. He wanted to be deep inside of her, to hear her beg him not to stop.
She couldn't take much more. She needed more. She wanted to feel him, feel all of him. Her hands found the bottom of his t-shirt and she started pulling on it until he caught on and let her pull it over his head. Even in the darkness, she could see his ink, tattoos covering his entire body. She ran her hands up and down his firm, well defined chest and felt herself being lowered to the floor.
He unwrapped her legs from around his waist, instantly missing the feeling of her wrapped around him. But he needed more. He needed to feel her skin against him. Keeping her pushed up against the door, he reaches for the bottom of her camisole and pulls it over her head, throwing it onto the floor. The look on his face was pure hunger at seeing this woman standing before him, her full breasts completely uncovered, her nipples hard, and wearing a sexy pair of panties.
Before she could even blink, his mouth was back on her, kissing his way down her chest until she felt those lips sucking on her nipples. Her hands found the back of his head as he rolled his tongue around her nipple, causing her to cry out. With his hand caressing the other breast, he switched giving the other one the same attention. She could feel an orgasm building. Never before had a man done this to her.
"Happy…."
Hearing her call for him, he started kissing his way back to her lips, pressing a soft kiss on her lips before answering her.
"What do you want Olivia." he asked kissing around to the other side of her neck. He was loving hearing her reaction to what he was doing to her and he hadn't even really started.
He was driving her mad. Lowering her hands down his chest, she managed to undo his belt and quickly unbuttoned his jeans, slowly slipping her hand down his pants, inside his boxers and started stroking his dick.
She'd surprised him. He was so wrapped up in kissing her and massaging her breasts, he didn't even notice what she was doing until he felt her hand wrap around his cock and started to move up and down. He felt himself shake, knowing she had to have felt it too. Leaning his head down on her shoulder, he couldn't move. He could feel her hand slowly moving up and down, her thumb circling the head.
"Fuck that feels good." he said not realizing he just said it out loud. His hands found her waist and felt the hem of her panties. Lightly grazing his fingers across her stomach, he felt her muscles clench. Still not able to move with her hand rubbing his cock, he slid his hand down into her panties to find smooth skin. No hair at all. He slid his middle finger up and down her slit and felt her knees buckle and her grip on his cock became tighter. Placing his forehead against hers, he wanted to look into her eyes. Those normally bright emerald green eyes, were completely glossed over. He continue to slide his finger against her, growing harder at the feel of how wet she was getting. He pushed one finger inside her and he felt her hand drop from his cock. She whimpered and pushed herself against him. Ever so slowly, he pushed his middle finger in and out of her, watching her eyes try to stay open and biting her lower lip.
"Olivia?" he said, adding a second finger which caused her to cry out and pull him down to her mouth. She started kissing him, needing to be closer. She was tight, so fucking tight. He could feel her walls clamping down on his fingers.
"Don't stop." she said not caring if she sounded like she was begging. At this point she was more than prepared to beg this man not to stop. What he was doing to her felt like heaven, and she wanted more. He could tell she was close. He curled the two fingers deep inside of her and put his thumb against her clit, causing her to cling to him, her fingers grasping onto his shoulders as she came.
If he didn't get inside her soon, he was going to explode. Slowly pulling his fingers from her, he purposely kept lightly rubbing up and down her slit. She pulled herself back from him, bracing herself against the door. Not wanting space between them, he moved closer toward her running his hands up her arms, and neck so that he could cup her face. She was shivering, but it wasn't from being cold, he felt an electric charge run through him at seeing the look on her face and in her eyes. But he still needed to hear her say that she wanted him. Lowering his face to where their noses touched he asked her again.
"What do you want Olivia?" he said just barely above a whisper, caressing her face and lightly kissing everywhere but her mouth.
Feeling like her legs would give out at any minute, she put her hands over his, stopping his movements. He froze. She didn't want him. He suddenly felt like he'd been struck by a bullet. Just as he was about to back away from her.
"You…..I want you." she said breathlessly, causing a low growl to escape his mouth just before his lips were back on hers.
They somehow made it down the hall to her bedroom. The only light in the room was from the moonlight coming through the windows. He started walking her backwards to her bedroom, kissing her the whole way, only to stop and wrap her around his waist as they made it to her room. With her securely around him, he climbed onto of the bed and laid down. He wanted her naked underneath him. Finally breaking their kiss, his hands wondered down her body, gently squeezing her breasts, lightly touching her stomach until they reached the top of her panties. He could see her tremble, and feel his own hands shake. Never taking his eyes off of hers, he slowly pulled down the cheeky lace panties, freeing them from her legs and tossing them behind him.
She was laying in her bed completely naked, lightly trembling at the feel of him removing the last piece of clothing she had on. He kneeled above her looking at every inch of her body, his eyes black. Leaning over her with his arms on either side of her, he started kissing her neck, right under her ear, lightly sucking on her skin then slowly licking the spot to sooth it at the same time grinding his crotch into her. She could feel his back muscles flex every time he moved, she lowered her hands now able to grip his ass, since his jeans were still unbuttoned. Desperate to feel him against her, she started bringing her leg up in hopes of pushing his jeans off when she felt him shift and his hand started rubbing her again.
She couldn't take anymore. Bringing her hands up to his face, she pulled him down to her, "take them off" she pleaded using her foot to shove his pants down farther. Taking the hint, he pulled back from her and stood up. Quickly removing his boots, he watched her staring at him as he dropped his pants. He watched her eyes follow the snake tattoo on his chest, down lower as she saw his thick cock for the first time, unintentionally licking her lips.
That's all it took. Without warning he was sliding back up her body, sucking her breasts, her neck, then deeply kissing her. There was nothing between them. He could feel the heat radiating from her. Again his hands found themselves between her legs, two fingers back inside of her, slowly moving in and out, coated in her wetness. Her hands were grasping onto his back, his ass, anything she could reach to pull him closer to her. He pulled his fingers from her, grabbing his cock and placing it at her entrance.
She could feel the tip of his penis, barely pushing inside her. Her hands cupped his face as she kissed his lips, tracing his bottom lip with her tongue. He moaned, opening his mouth and pushed his tongue deep inside her. Pulling back to look in her eyes, he wanted to watch her as he slid into her. Slowly as he could possibly stand it, it pushed into her. Never in his life had he been inside a woman this tight. Barely half way in, he slowly pulled back out, then pushed back in. She whimpered, biting her lower lip, feeling like she was going to split in two. She raised her hips, wanting him deeper inside of her.
"Damn Olivia" he groaned, feeling her muscles already tightening around him. Pushing her hips down, he put his mouth next to her ear. "Don't move." he said, his breathing heavy, licking her ear "just don't move." With her now stilled beneath him, he pulled out, then pushed back in even further, doing this two more times before finally pushing all the way inside of her. He stilled. He had to regain his control or he'd cum any minute. He growled feeling her nails rack up his back, her body trembling as she adjusted to his size.
"Happy….please….." she pleaded.
Hearing her, he started moving. Thrusting into her slowly but not going deep, he watched her. As he entered her, she would bite her lip, then open her mouth as he pulled out. Over and over, he kept thrusting into her, going deeper each time. She could feel the orgasm starting the second he was barely in her. Now that he was totally inside her, she pulled her legs up and around him, pulling him even deeper inside.
"Don't stop, please don't stop" was coming out of her mouth in breathy pleas. "yes…oh…god yes….."
He thrust deeply into her, slightly rotating his hips, triggering the most intense orgasm she had ever had. Her fingers dug into his back and she shook from the pleasure, whimpering at the feel of him inside of her.
She was driving him crazy. From her soft moans, to being buried as deep as possible inside of her, he was going to cum any minute, but he had to feel her let go first. He had no words for how this felt, how she felt. Wrapping her legs around his waist, caused him to slid even deeper inside of her. He knew she was close, could feel her walls clamping down on him, almost unbearable. The second she came he slowed his thrust, savoring the feeling of her juices on his dick. Looking at her beneath him, he began thrusting again, each time a little harder and deeper until he felt his balls on the verge of exploding.
Thrust…Thrust…Thrust…Thrust….
His mouth was right beside her ear as he let go, his cum filling her deep inside. He felt her walls again tighten around him, causing him to continue shooting his seed in her.
"Ummm…..she panted as she felt him explode inside of her, feeling his arm wrap tightly around her, pulling her closer to him. Lifting his head to look at her, he shifted slightly to take his weight off her, both arms now wrapped around her, their faces not even an inch apart, and still buried deep inside of her.
Neither one said a word, just stared into each others eyes.