Although her breathing was almost back to normal, her entire body was still tingling, still on fire from what had just transpired, not to mention that he was still inside her. Staring into his eyes, she couldn't read his expression. His face was completely blank, emotionless, and he just stared back at her.
She could feel her eyelids starting to become heavy. Not from being sleepy but the soothing touch of his fingers grazing her spine and lower back. Focusing her eyes back up toward his, she raised her hand, tucking her hair behind her ear.
This was completely foreign territory for the biker. Laying in bed, relatively cuddled up, face to face, with his now softening dick still inside her, he watched as her eyes would slowly close, her fighting to keep them open. His mind was completely clear, his body relaxed but at the same time, he felt recharged. Until she moved her hand, he hadn't even realized that he had been tracing her spine with his fingers. Shifting his hips slightly, he slipped completely out from her, the movement causing her to bite her lower lip, her body still extremely sensitive from two intense orgasms.
Seeing a flash of light behind her, she turned away from him, laying flat on her back. Within just a few seconds, the sound of thunder was heard in the distance.
"I didn't realize it was going to storm tonight." she said turning her head back toward him.
He watched her turn and look out the floor length windows of her bedroom. They were both uncovered on her bed, the bedding in a disaster at the foot of her bed and halfway hanging on the floor. For the few seconds she had her head turned toward the windows, he let his eyes roam over her entire, toned body. DAMN! he thought, his mouth watering and his dick starting to twitch again. Once his eyes made their way up to her face, she was again looking at him, now looking like she felt uncomfortable at his stare. Hearing her comment about an approaching storm, he sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.
Whatever it was that had led them to her bedroom and an intense, passionate round of sex was gone. The air in the room felt heavy, both of them feeling it.
He ran a hand over his face before standing and reaching for his boxers. "I didn't intend for this to happen." he said pulling his boxers on. Hearing movement behind him, he turned his head slightly to see her stand up, reaching for a throw that had landed on the floor. For a brief second, his eyes locked onto her tight little round ass making his dick twitch yet again.
She had now lost count at how many times she felt completely humiliated by the half naked man standing on the opposite side of her bed. The bed that she allowed him to pleasure her in until she literally thought she was having an out-of-body experience. The same man who wrongly verbally attacked her earlier this week somehow ended up in her loft tonight and was now telling her that he hadn't intended on having sex with her. Don't react. Don't react. were the words now chanting calmly in her head. With the chenille throw wrapped around her, she turned slowly toward him, seeing him now standing in front of her wearing nothing but black boxers. Her eyes had a mind of their own, immediately taking in his sculpted chest and arms completely covered in ink, down to the v at his waist, as his boxers sat incredibly low. Jerking her eyes back up to meet his, she saw him slightly tilt his head to the side, as if he was trying to read her mind. Wanting to escape from the total awkwardness now hovering between them, she walked around her bed and out into the hall, determined to keep her composure and not show any reaction whatsoever.
She hadn't said anything. Not a single word since he told her he hadn't intended on sleeping with her. She just calmly wrapped herself in a blanket, looked him in the eye and walked out of her bedroom. Pulling on his jeans, he tugged on his boots and walked out to find her. He saw her reaching down to get her robe, raising back up and putting it on. The throw she had been wrapped up in was now in her arm as she walked over toward the couch, not appearing to notice he was in the same room.
"Hey?" he said, he voice raspy but soft.
Closing her eyes just briefly, she turned to face him. "Yeah?" was her response.
Her face was completely blank, emotionless.
He looked unsure, almost out of place.
Noticing his obvious regret, she decided to say the words that he couldn't.
"Look, Happy. I'm a grown woman and I know what this was and what this wasn't, so you don't have to worry that I'm going to think anything different." she said taking a breath, "'It's happened. I have no expectations. End of story." she finished looking him dead in the eye, still with not a hint of emotion or reaction showing on her face.
Why did he feel like he had just took a sucker punch in the gut? he thought as he heard the woman standing in front of him speak. It was starting to unnerve him at how detached she was.
"So you just have one night stands?" he spoke, immediately regretting his shitty question. Fuck, I might as well just called her a whore! "FUCK!" shouted the biker, running a hand over his face.
Walking around the coffee table, putting just a little bit more distance between them, "No, that's not at all what I meant." she said, probably more curtly than she should have.
"I didn't mean to insult you."
Turning to face him again, "I'm sure you didn't and I understand that you didn't come over here with the intention of sleeping with me."
"No, I didn't. But it happened." he spoke, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Yes, and like I said, I get it." she replied, starting to feel that tingle again with him looking at her the way he was.
He slowly made his way over to stand within a few feet of her, seeing her absentmindedly playing with the belt on her robe. "I wanted to apologize for attacking you the other day." he said, taking a small step closer toward her. "You left the wedding before I could tell you."
Desperate to control her stomach that was again doing flips, "Happy, it's fine. I understand why you reacted the way that you did." she spoke, turning to walk to the refrigerator for a bottle of water. "You seem like you're a very private person and I unknowingly barged into it." now twisting the cap from the bottle hoping the cold water would smother the internal heat she was feeling with him still standing half naked in her loft.
"I am private. My life is no one's business." he spoke seeing her look back at him.
"Look, again I'm sorry that me doing a favor for Gemma imposed on your private life and I accept your apology. I have no intention of invading your life. Believe me, I understand wanting a private life." she said walking past him toward the foyer, finding his t-shirt on the floor.
Give him any club assignment to handle and he'd have a plan formed and executed within no time, but trying to read the stunning woman in front of him had him completely off his game. He stood still in the same spot he had been in since she walked away from him and now she was walking toward him with his shirt held out.
"I like keeping my life private also." stated the now annoyed brunette as she extended his shirt to him.
He quickly pulled his shirt over his head, slipping his holster and cut back on. He could see her from his peripheral vision walk over to the couch.
She felt more secure standing over by the sofa. Standing too close to this man was causing her to feel as if she was being pulled toward him. Determined to keep her game face on, she was thankful that the only light on was the lamp over by the foyer, keeping her in the shadow of the great room.
His irritation level had reached a new high because he couldn't read the woman he had just had sex with. Deciding it was best for him to leave, he turned his head toward her.
"Lock the door." he spoke as headed toward the door, opening it and walking out.
Stunned. Shocked. Embarrassed. Sitting down on the coffee table, her head was spinning. Had tonight really happened or was she dreaming? Here she sat, alone in her loft after just having sex with a man she barely knew but somehow couldn't avoid. "It happened. It's over. Let it go." she said just above a whisper as she stood to get her water. She was just about to reach for the bottle…
KNOCK….KNOCK…KNOCK…..
Jerking her head toward the door, she knew who it had to be, but why? Doing a quick glance around the room, she didn't see anything he may have left. Confirming it was him again through the peep hole, she opened the door.
"Did you forget something?" she asked noticing he looked pissed. Stalking passed her, she couldn't help the déjà vu feeling that just traveled through her body.
He didn't speak, he just paced back and forth like a panther stalking prey. He'd stare at her then shake his head, continuing to pace. Staying near the door, she waited a few minutes before she spoke.
"Happy, what's wrong?"
He immediately stopped pacing and sharply turned his face toward her. He laughed, almost sadistically at her question.
"What's wrong?" he repeated. "I have no fuckin' clue what's wrong." he spoke now walking toward her. "Not a fuckin' clue of why I came here tonight." stepping closer toward her as she stepped back. "You…" his voice lower than normal.
"Me?" she said now standing with her back against the door and him standing right in front of her but not touching.
"Yes, you."
His eyes were completely black in color, almost mirrors looking back at her. Again, she could feel her body beginning to tingle all over, the soreness between her legs starting to throb.
"Me. What have I done?" she asked curious and a little pissed to know what he thought she had done.
He watched her eyes desperately searching his for answers. Reaching out to cup her face, he brought his face down to her, their noses lightly touching.
He growled, running his thumbs over her cheeks, watching her eyes fight to stay open.
"Happy?" she said, unable to not react to his touch.
"You drive me crazy…." his voice barely above a whisper. Looking into her eyes, "I don't know what the fuck I'm doing." he said, his lips now against hers. After a few seconds he pulled back. Standing face to face, they stared at each other, both confused and comfortable at the same time. As if they could read each other's mind, they leaned toward each other until their lips were fused back together.
"Mmmmm" she moaned as she felt his tongue slip into her mouth massaging hers. He was now pressed up against her, his hands traveling down her back, pulling her more into him. He stopped the kiss, backing away from her but never taking his eyes off her. He put his cut and holster back on the table, stripping his shirt off as he walked back over to her.
She couldn't breathe. Her body was again on fire as she took him in walking toward her. The second he reached her, he pulled her to him, turning her around and started walking backwards. Their body coordination in sync as they walked and kissed all the way back into her bedroom. Her hands reached for his pants at the same time he was stepping back out of his boots. She had him naked in seconds, honestly lusting after his glorious body. With one pull of his hand, her robe fell open, partially exposing her naked body to him. Kissing her deeply, his hands pushed the robe from her shoulders making it fall to the floor. Wrapping his arms around her, he lifted her up and onto the bed, comfortably settling himself between her smooth legs. Staring down at her, he could feel his heart pounding in his chest.
Searching his eyes…."Happy….."
"Shhhhhh…I wanna kiss you." he whispered, his lips finding hers again beginning Round 2.
***Sunday afternoon***
"So were Lyla and Opie happy with everything?" Olivia asked bringing the tea pitcher over to the table.
"Think so." spoke Tara. "I'm sure Lyla could've done without Gina's little strip show at the clubhouse."
"What?" asked Olivia looking between her two guests.
"Oh, you just have to love those sweet butts." said a sarcastic Gemma. "Lyla should've known the little slut would have pulled some stunt. Bitch can't stand when the spotlight's not on her."
"Well, I hope it didn't ruin their whole evening."
"Wish you would have been there. Johnny made his famous margaritas." Tara said looking at her friend.
"I know. I promise I'll make it up to you."
The three ladies finished their lunch, moving to sit over in the great room.
"How was Tristan when you dropped her off last night?" Gemma asked wanting an update on her god daughter.
Looking over at the Queen, "she was fine. Kept talking about how she took twenty dollars from Tig since he kept cussing in front of her." Olivia commented noticing how Gemma kept staring at her. "What?" she asked now nervous about why she was being stared at.
"Have you been in the sun lately?"
Looking over to Tara then back to Gemma, "No, I haven't actually." uncertain where this random question had come from.
"Your skin is glowing." stated Gemma, raising an eyebrow at the brunette.
"You really are. What product are you using?" asked Tara.
Olivia suddenly felt like she was under a spotlight. Glowing? She wasn't so sure about. Extremely sore, she was, but she wasn't about to disclose that tidbit of information. No last night and the two times this morning needed to stay private.
Needing to respond, she thought of the quickest thing possible, "I guess the California air agrees with me."
Getting another raised eyebrow from Gemma, "Guess so." as she stood up. "This has been nice, but I promised Clay an afternoon ride, so I need to go."
"Thanks for coming Gemma."
"You're welcome, doll. Tara, give my baby a kiss for me. I'll see you two later." she said pulling her keys out and leaving.
Walking into the kitchen to finish loading the dishwasher, "Lunch went better than I hoped." spoke Olivia rinsing off the last plate.
"You were worried?" asked Tara, now standing by the counter.
"Honestly, I'm still not sure how to take her sometimes. The woman can be downright terrifying."
Laughing out loud, "Oh, you have no idea! I will say though, she and I have come a really long way from where we were when Jax and I started dating."
"I can tell. From what you told me about your past with her, I'd never dream the two of you would be as close as you are."
"Hate to tell you this, but…..pretty sure she likes you although she'll never admit it outloud." grinned Tara.
"I think it's too early to make that statement, but I definitely don't want to be on her bad side." Olivia said hitting start on the dishwasher. "Come talk to me while I change." she said motioning for Tara to follow her into her bedroom.
Walking into the room, Olivia turned and walked into her bathroom while Tara walked over to look out the windows. "Isn't the dry cleaner on Cherry Street open on Sundays?" yelled Olivia from inside her closet.
"Yeah, it's open until four today." she responded sitting down on the chaise. Looking at the bed in front of her, she laughed at how Miss Perfectly In Order Olivia had unmade bed, a very messy unmade bed.
"I've got so many errands to catch up on today. What are your plans?" she asked now changed into a tank top and short jersey knit skirt.
"Not much. We're taking Abel to the park later this afternoon, then just dinner alone with my boys." smiled Tara thinking about Jax and Abel. Reaching down to scratch her leg she noticed something underneath the rumpled duvet. She bent down, pulling up a pair of men's boxers. Black boxers. Her head immediately looked up in the direction of Olivia's bathroom, her mouth open with a small grin forming on her face. Looking back down at the boxers, she quickly dropped them, using her foot to kick them back under the duvet.
"So, you just came home after you dropped Tristan off last night?" Tara asked wanting to know who's boxers were laying on her best friends floor because she knew without a doubt they weren't Olivia's. No, her best friend had an almost obsession with lingerie. Hell, she should have stock in Victoria Secret considering she owned almost everything they sold in lingerie. Looking up when she saw her walk out of the bathroom, she hid the grin on her face.
"Uh, yeah, I just dropped her off an came home." she stated filling her stomach doing flips seeing flashes of her and Happy naked on her bed. Turning to walk back into her closet, she could feel cheeks flush just thinking about him. Damn him!
"California air, my ass." whispered Tara, "someone got lucky last night." She couldn't help the smile on her face. Now just who did you get lucky with? thought the doctor, noticing her friend became flustered when asked about coming home last night.
"Hey Liv, I'm going to head back home." she said walking closer to the bathroom door.
Hearing Tara say she was going, she walked back into the bedroom, "Okay, thank you for coming." she said hugging her best friend. "Can you do dinner Wednesday night?"
"Working Wednesday. How about Thursday? It's Margarita Night at Jose's!" laughed Tara. "Remember, you owe me."
Sighing, knowing she couldn't get out of another drunken girls night, "Yes, Thursday's fine."
"Perfect. Be careful running errands and I'll call you tomorrow. Love ya."
"Love you too. Tell Jax hello for me." she said walking her friend out.
***Bakersfield Care Center***
They had just finished their afternoon walk through the gardens, when he noticed his mom was again looking at him.
"What?" he asked starting to feel uncomfortable.
"It's just nice to see you smile." Sofia Lowman said smiling at her one and only child.
"Smiling?" he replied not knowing what in the hell she was talking about.
Laughing at her clueless son, "You silly. You've been smiling ever since you got here."
Leaning over to kiss the top of her head, "Just glad you're doing well, ma. That's all."
"Well, whatever it is that has put that smile on your face, I say keep doing it. I can only hope it's legal." she said looking up at her son with a raised brow.
Looking out into the gardens, his mind flashed back to Olivia naked underneath him, her soft moans causing him to want to bury himself deeper inside of her…
"Happy?" his mom said noticing he was staring at something. "Happy?" she said again, touching him on his arm.
Looking back down to his mom, "What?"
"You okay?"
"Yeah", smiling again, "I'm good. How about some tea?"
***T-M***
Chibs, Bobby and Juice all sat at the bar, nursing hangovers and yelling at the prospects to stop making so much noise.
"How about stop restocking and go grab another pot of coffee?" said Bobby rubbing his temples.
"I think it would hurt less if Tig cut my head off." spoke Juice, laying his head back down on the bar.
"That can be arranged, shit head."
The three men turned, stunned to hear Tig's voice coming from the couch. "You're alive?" Chibs said having not heard a word from Tig since they all wondered into the bar.
Slowly opening his eyes, "Barely. Tell one of the dip shits to bring me coffee." closing his eyes again. "I don't think I could feel any worse." turning his head hearing someone walk into the room. Koz. "Well, fuck me, I was wrong." he said turning toward the back of the couch.
"You all look like shit." spoke Koz looking around the room at this brothers. "Damn, guess you old fuckers can't party like you used to."
"Fuck you Koz." said Juice regretting raising his head.
"Who you calling "old" you shit? Last time I checked your ass was pushing thirty five. It's not like you're some spring chicken yourself." stated Bobby downing his third cup of coffee.
Koz was about to respond when he saw last night's fuck buddy walk into the bar. Walking up to the biker, Gina gave him her best seductive look and lightly kissed his cheek.
"Last night was great, sexy. Hope we can do it again." she purred, now licking his ear.
"Yeah, Yeah. See ya." spoke Koz, his head jerking toward the door hoping the sweet butt would take the hint. "Well, you old fuckers can sit here all day. Goin' for a ride. Tell Hap's sorry ass to call me whenever he gets the fuck up." he yelled back walking out the door.
"I'm starting to hate that asshole." said Juice. "Who the fuck is he calling old? I'm the youngest one here."
Mumbling from his spot on the couch, "That's the smartest thing I've ever heard you say, shithead." commented Tig.
"Well, I'm dragging my ass back to bed. Someone wake me for poker tonight." the Scotsman said easing himself off his bar stool.
***Jax & Tara's***
Curled up on the couch after dinner, Tara couldn't keep her mind from wondering who's black boxers were in Olivia' bedroom. Who was he? Did she work with him? Was it a one night stand? Damn, she needed to find out before she drove herself crazy. But she wouldn't come right out and ask her. No, she respected her friend's privacy, no matter how much she was dying to know. It had to be someone she knew. Yes, Olivia had a few one night stands under her belt, but it wasn't her style. Suddenly feeling like she was being watched, she turned her head to see Jax staring back at her.
"What?" she asked, feeling like she just got caught.
"You tell me. What's on your mind, babe?" he asked, his fingers running through her dark hair. "And don't tell me it's nothing. I know that look."
Sometimes it drove her crazy how well he knew her but it just made her love him even more. "You can't repeat what I'm about to tell you."
Shifting to sit up, "Shit, Tara, what's going on?" preparing for something bad.
Laughing at his immediate reaction, "Calm down, it's about Olivia." she replied smiling.
"Olivia?
"Before I tell you, you have to swear this won't be repeated."
"I promise."
Shifting to face him, "After lunch today, she was getting ready to run errands, I was sitting in her bedroom and found something on the floor."
"Okay….What?"
Smirking, "Men's black boxers." she said.
"Who's?"
"Don't know."
"Maybe there hers." spoke Jax earning a look from his old lady like he had just lost his mind.
"Babe, Olivia Parker would not be caught dead in a pair of men's boxer shorts. My best friend has a great fondness for lingerie, Victoria Secret to be exact."
"So, you're saying she got lucky last night?"
"Yep. I just don't know with who."
"You ask her?"
Again that look, "No! I'm not going to pry…no matter how much I want to. She's very private. When and if she wants to tell me, she will."
Laughing at his clearly frustrated old lady, "yeah, but can you patiently wait?" he asked getting a punch in his arm.
"Unfortunately, I'll have to."
"So, your girl got laid last night. Hope she enjoyed it at least."
"God, I want to know who it was."
***Olivia's Loft***
Freshly shaved, exfoliated and showered, she was pouring herself a glass of sweet tea when she heard car horns outside her windows. Ever thankful for the tented windows considering she was still wrapped in a towel, she looked down onto the back street, seeing several men outside talking. Ethan Zobelle was one of them. Thank you God for not running into him today she thought as she sipped her tea. Even seeing that man from a distance caused goose bumps to cover her skin and her stomach to tighten in knots. From what she had learned from Elliott, the man was the epitome of evil, and she could only pray that he would take her warning seriously and stay the hell away from her. About to turn away, the man he was talking to turned around, seeming familiar to her. Where do I know him from? she thought looking at the man with a buzz cut. Her phone beeping pulled her from the thought as she walked over to her purse. Pulling it out, she smiled.
Will be state side sometime next week. Job went longer than expected. All four are in one piece. See ya soon. Love ya! T
Casting her eyes up to the heavens, she sent up a silent thank you for keeping them safe. Although she knew without a doubt the four of them were the best at what they did, sending up a few extra prayers couldn't hurt. Making sure the door was locked, she turned off the lamp and made her way to her bedroom.
Her email checked, Ipad charging and her day planner reviewed, Olivia gently climbed into bed, her legs and everything between them extremely sore. Settling into the middle of her king sized bed, her mind turned against her, replaying every scene that happened in her loft the previous night and earlier this morning. She was alone in bed and yet she could feel herself blushing as she closed her eyes and saw Happy. She scolded herself this morning after he left around eight, having realized as she was slowly walking back into her bedroom that they hadn't used a condom, either of the three times. She had stood in the shower mentally berating herself at the sheer stupidity at getting so lost in the moment with this man that she let her guard down and was unprotected. Yes, she was on the pill, but never in her life had she had sex without a condom. Well, that was now shot to hell. Not only had she had unprotected sex with someone she barely knew, but he was an outlaw biker who she could only assume had more than his and probably others fair share of women. She knew from conversations with Tara about the MC life that men went through women with ease, a different one each night, most never settling down. Unless a woman was an old lady, women were good for one thing. Sex, sometimes, more than not, passed from brother to brother, usually discarded the second they had "fulfilled" their duty. But that was a club girl or sweet butt as Gemma put it, she was definitely not that.
She turned over onto her side staring out the windows, unable to sleep. As mad as she was at herself for not protecting her body, she was even more unsettled at how much she enjoyed it. Damn him she thought, thinking back to how unexpectedly passionate and hot it had been. Had someone asked her what she would have expected sexually from an outlaw biker, last night would have not crossed her mind. At times it had been hard, his thrusts constantly deep inside of her, but she couldn't remember a second when he wasn't kissing her mouth, neck or breasts or his hands not roaming her body, usually gripping her ass as he pleasured her to no end.
Kicking the sheet and duvet off her, her body temperature had risen a few degrees just thinking about him. Staring at the ceiling, she reminded herself that neither of them had intended on last night happening. It just did and now it was over. She just prayed their encounter wouldn't become club gossip.
***North of Charming***
Hanging the towel on the back of the door, he turned off the light and walked into the bedroom. It had been a long ass day, spending most of the day with his mom, then driving back almost two hours to work on his latest bike project for the past six hours, he was now grateful to climb into bed. Throwing his left arm behind his head, he closed his eyes, hoping to drift off. Not a chance. The minute he closed his eyes, she was there. Naked and underneath him. Her naturally full lips swollen from his kisses. Her hands moving from his face, to his shoulders, up and down his back then gripping his ass as he thrust into her, over and over again. Remembering how fuckin' tight she was as he slowly slid into her caused his dick to twitch. Tight was an understatement. She felt like a vise wrapped around him, her muscles literally squeezing him until he exploded inside her. Fuck! they hadn't used a condom, either time. Shifting himself in bed, he remembered how damn perfect it felt sliding into her, her tight pussy wet for him, those soft moans and her hands desperately grasping at his body to pull him closer to her. Kissing her. Shit! What the hell was wrong with him?
He didn't think about a bitch after he fucked her. Nope, she was out of his sight within seconds of him getting off. Never looked the bitch in the eye, always face down, no kissing and always wrapped up tight. And yet last night and this morning, he broke every bitch rule he'd ever made. He couldn't stop kissing her, hell he knew she could make him cum from just kissing him. All three times had been with her underneath him, facing him, keeping her body constantly touching his, while being buried so fucking deep inside of her with nothing between them. Feeling her cum on him, then exploding inside of her. On top of that, he'd spent the night, completely content with her wrapped in his arms.
Unable to hold his eyes open any longer, he let sleep claim him, the last thing on his mind…..Olivia.