***Two Weeks Later***
Every county road leading out of Charming looked the same. As they jogged down Route 17, the scenery before them looked identical to the road they checked yesterday...miles and miles of thick trees on either side. This sucked big time. Spending their days looking for Anthony Weston's hideout, but being a prospect meant they were subject to do whatever they were told to do, including trying to find a needle in a fuckin' haystack. As they jogged into the curve, they could see an older model Jeep Cherokee coming toward them. Keeping their pace, the SUV came closer allowing them to get a glimpse of the driver.
"Don't look at him." spoke Reed as he watched the SUV pass them. "Just look ahead." The two continued jogging along the rural two lane road as the vehicle passed.
"You think it was him?" asked Johnny keeping in stride. "Couldn't get a good look."
Shaking his head, "I'm not sure either. Didn't want to stare at whoever it was." commented Reed, slightly turning his head. "Fuck!"
"What?"
"Looks like we're about to find out. He just turned around." he said as he swallowed the lump in his throat. "Just stay cool. We can't blow this."
He watched the two runners begin to fade in the distance behind him. Looking back at the road ahead of him, his natural suspicious mind urged him to turn around. In the six months he had lived off this road, he had never seen joggers. Maneuvering the SUV around on the narrow road, he slowly made his way back down the highway, the two young men coming more into view. Slowing down his speed to match theirs he slowly rolled down his window.
"You boys lost?" asked Anthony Weston.
***Chicago***
The situation with his current bed partner had become too complicated. He never intended for this to be more than casual sex, a brief fling. She obviously had other ideas, something that he had somehow allowed. With her fiance distracted with work, she was seeking him out more frequently, actually more than he cared for. Not that he would turn her down. She definitely satisfied him and was up for anything in order to please him, which was a huge bonus. Sitting back down at his mahogany desk, he continued looking out at the Chicago skyline. He knew he should feel some level of guilt, but he didn't. It wasn't his fault if he couldn't keep her satisfied and she had come to him. Nope, not his problem. Guilt wasn't an emotion that registered to him. He took what he wanted, knowing his clout could get him out of any delicate situation, including sleeping with his best friend's fiance. What concerned him was if she ever found out. He had no doubt he would win her back. There was no way they were over. He would admit she was harder to conquer than he originally thought, but he refused to give up. She was exactly what he needed. He wanted the ideal woman by his side as he climbed to the top, the perfect wife and mother, who was happy to stand behind her husband. A huge snag was her apparent inability to let him in. In their four year relationship, he had never managed to get her to tell him she loved him. She refused to give him a key to her condo and wouldn't accept a key to his place. He had always thought she was too independent and headstrong, determined to not be handled or controlled. With his partnership dinner approaching he needed her on his arm as he accepted the honor. In the past, she had always been reluctant to attend his company events, causing him to plead with her to accompany him, with him winning out in the end. Just another small hurdle he'd have to overcome with her. Looking over at his desk, he saw the insurance claim receipt from Windsor's. His anger came on hard last week when the jewelry he had given her was delivered back to him, with a simple but smug message from the store manager stating the expensive pieces were not wanted by the lady. Screw that! There was no way she didn't want that jewelry. No woman would turn down almost one million in jewels. He had tried to talk with her over the phone about their relationship only to be shut down by her. She was testing him. Returning the jewelry was her way to get him to come to her...and that's exactly what he was going to do.
***Main Street Diner***
She sat across from her lifelong friend watching her go through paperwork. Their typical bullshit lunch talk was non-existent with her nose buried in what ever the hell she was working on.
"Seriously, Gemma?" pointing at the open files in front of her. "Get your nose out of work for a minute, will ya?" Luann barked at the Queen of SAMCRO.
Carefully placing her reading glasses down on the table, her only response to her overly bitchy lunch companion was a meticulously groomed raised eyebrow. She was about half a second from reaching over the table and slapping that smirk off her face, longtime friend or not.
She saw the waitress approaching the table with their order, "Finally!" said Luanne. "Didn't think we'd ever get our food." watching the waitress put Gemma's plate down in front of her.
"Jesus Christ, Luanne." spoke Gemma slightly disgusted by her rudeness.
"What?"
"It's the middle of the lunch rush. Stop being such a bitch. It's not necessary." replied the queen.
Giving her a smirk in return, "yes, Mother." as she cut a piece of chicken. "It's not like your Ms. Manners yourself."
She was starving. She parked her car in an available spot just down from the diner. In all honesty, she could have walked from her office, but her shoe selection for the day advised her otherwise. Taking in her surroundings, she felt a feeling of deja'vu, the small town main street reminding her of home. Quaint shops, family run businesses and the town diner made her smile as she thought of her hometown in Georgia. Pulling the door open, she went inside to place her order.
Hearing the bell on the door, caused her to look over Gemma's shoulder. In walked the current hot topic around the clubhouse. Personally, she didn't see what all the fuss was about. She saw nothing but an uptight prissy bitch with a designer wardrobe. Definitely not a woman who was club material. Just another piece of ass that would be discarded after the new wore off. "It's funny. She doesn't look like a woman who would be fucked face down."
Quickly looking up, "What?"
Nodding her head, "Miss Priss there. Can't really picture her being pounded on all fours by Happy. Looks to uptight to handle that man. The bitch might break." commented Luanne as she stared toward the counter. Sizing up the brunette, she didn't believe for one minute that there was something going on between her and the club's assassin.
"Back off, Luanne." replied Gemma, turning her head back toward Olivia. "Olivia?"
She turned toward the sound of a familiar voice. With a soft smile on her face, she made her way over. "Hi Gemma."
"Hey. Late lunch?"
"Yeah. Finally finished a mountain of paperwork at the office. How are you?"
"Good. Need to head back to the garage. Make sure actual work is getting done." she stated standing up from the booth. "You still set for the auction next week?"
Letting out a small laugh, "As ready as I can be I guess.", hearing her phone been in her purse. Quickly checking the text, "Well, it looks like I'm going up to the job site after all."
As quickly as Olivia Parker had come into the diner, she was gone. Luanne Delaney stood in disbelieve staring back at her friend of over twenty years. "Ugh, can you tell me where I can find Gemma Teller Morrow?"
With a confused look on her face, "What?"
"Don't what me, Gemma. Since when do you make friendly with a woman you barely know?" she questioned.
"I wasn't aware I needed your damn permission to talk to someone." her reply short. "Don't make me tell you to back off again."
"Look, I'm not trying to start something, but come on. There has to be more to the brunette barbie doll than you know. Are you telling me it isn't just a little bit weird that of all the Sons she could fuck, supposedly, it would be Happy?" she said shaking her head. "Sorry, Gemma, I just don't by her good girl act."
Doing her best to keep her normally short temper in check to avoid a scene, "Well, if you're so sure something's up with her, why don't you just go and tell Happy." she finished, turning and walking out the door.
***T-M***
They had made their way back to the garage in record time. Both couldn't believe they actually had a lead on where Weston's hideout was. After being told their assignment, they each dove head first in studying every property map they could find for the county. Route 17 was the most rural, with hardly any houses on the road, but it did have a handful of old barns and rundown shacks that could be exactly what they were looking for. He put the car in park, quickly unfastening his seat belt.
"I'll got get the maps. Grab us some water and meet me by the picnic tables." said Reed as he ran toward the clubhouse.
"Got it!" Johnny replied heading in the same direction.
***Bakersfield Cancer Center***
Getting the call from his mom this morning had him unnerved until just a few minutes ago. Her surgery was now scheduled. In exactly one week, she could be cancer free after a double mastectomy and two preventative rounds of chemo. Dr. Horton felt confident that by removing both breasts, the cancer would be gone. He would remove two lymph nodes to ensure it hadn't spread and the chemo as an extra measure of precaution. He found himself speechless as he stared across at the woman who found the strength and patience to raise him alone. She had always stood by him, regardless of the amount of trouble and worry he had given her. For the past two years, it had been his turn. Finding her the best cancer treatment center in California and ensuring she always had her meds, taking on more runs and special jobs for other charters. His main objective was to have the cash to fund her care, regardless of the danger. The doctor's voice brought him out of his thought.
"Mr. Lowman, do you have any questions?"
"No. I think you've covered everything." he said as his eyes returned to his moms.
The doctor stood up from his chair, "Well if something comes to mind, here is my personal cell number. Don't hesitate to call me, day or night."
He stood up as he reached for the card, then extended his hand to the man who was hopefully going to save his mom's life. "Appreciate it."
The door clicked as the doctor exited the room, leaving them alone in the small conference room. Sitting down in the chair beside of her, "You sure about this, ma?" he asked needing to be sure this was what she wanted.
Grabbing his hand with hers, "Yes, my boy. I have a good feeling about the surgery."
Looking back into the eyes that mirrored his own, "Just want you to be okay."
***Diamonds***
Walking through the door brought back some hot memories for Luanne Delaney. Passing the main stage, her mind flashed back to her younger days as the club's headliner. Running her hand across the stage floor, she found herself yearning for the attention, being the object of every man's desires all the while she was emptying their wallets. Dumb fucks she laughed remembering men begging her to go home with them. Not that she never took them up on their offer, but she'd had her sites on a much bigger prize. And that prize wore a kutt. The minute she saw Otto Delaney, it was game on. Landing a SON had become her only priority, one that she was determined to make happen. Seeing the bartender come from the back snapped her back to the present.
"Can I help you?" asked Joey as he restocked the beer cooler.
Enjoying with view of the young man, she made her way over. "Melissa around?" she asked, her voice dripping with lust.
Grabbing another case of beer, "In the back." was his simple response, resuming his duty.
"Thanks." She watched as he turned his back toward her, continuing to work like she was not even there. Asshole. Walking into the dressing room, she found exactly who she needed.
"Damn girl! You're fuckin' hot in that little number." spoke Luanne as she watched the blond twirl.
"Bitch, I'm hot in anything." Melissa said before lighting up a smoke.
"No doubt you are." lighting up her own. "How's business?"
"Can't complain. Got some private shows on the side." she grinned watching the woman who had taught her the ropes smile back at her.
"Good girl."
"What brings you by?"
Looking over her shoulder to make sure they were still alone, "Need some info."
She was now intrigued. "What you looking for?" asked the blond.
"This stays quite." spoke Luanne getting a nod from the stripper. "You been keeping company with any SONS lately?"
A mischievous smile appears as she remembers her recent night with him. "Spent some time with Koz and had the pleasure of Juice the other night." taking a drag. "Why you asking?"
"You heard anything about a woman named Olivia?"
"Isn't she friends with Jax's bitch?"
"Yep, that's her." as she put out her smoke. "What've you heard about her?"
"Nothing really. She pissed you off or something?"
Shaking her head, "nah. Just curious about the bitch."
"Come on Luanne. There has to be more to this than your just curious."
"Let's just say that I don't buy her good girl act. Just doesn't add up that of all the men in Charming, she'd fuck Happy."
Her eyes went wide, "Happy? For real?" Melissa asked not believing what she had just heard.
Rolling her eyes, "I'm not buying the shit, but supposedly he's fucked her."
"Happy?" she replied in disbelief. "No way. Somebody's lying. That beast of a man would never go for some stuck up, uptight bitch. Hell, I wouldn't even want to fuck him again. I've had the pleasure once, and I'll gladly pass him up. He's too damn intense."
"That's what I thought. If a pro can't handle him, there's now way she'd be able to." standing up from the worn leather couch. "Keep your ears open. If you hear anything, let me know. Only me, got it?"
"No problem."
***Ralph's Diner***
He pushed his now empty plate away from as he sat back in the booth. "Thanks" he said as Helen refilled his coffee. Glancing over, he watched as Tig devoured a second cheeseburger. Looking around at the neighboring booths, he saw that no one was around them. "Where you at on Weston?"
The simple mention of his name caused Tig to clinch his fist. Actually swallowing the bite in his mouth, he took a sip of Coke before responding. "The two shits are still looking for his hideout. It'll be cleaner to take him on his on turf than risk trying to grab him in town." he finished, a sick feeling making it's presence known. Leaning closer, "Man, I'm itching to gut that fucker. The sooner the better."
Happy couldn't agree more. Weston still breathing air was bothering the shit out of him. Yeah, he wanted the son of a bitch to die painfully for hurting Tristan, but he also found he wanted revenge for hurting her. Olivia. His mind had replayed the image of him backhanding her so many times, he swore he could actually hear the impact of his hand hitting her face. He shifted in the booth, rolling his neck to try and relieve the tension that he just felt thinking about it.
"What?" Tig asked knowing something was flowing through his brother's mind.
Throwing a glance outside as the traffic past by, he ran a hand over his face. "Just want it handled." he spoke quietly. "Can't shake the feeling he's up to something."
"What'da mean?"
Shaking his head, "I don't know. Just a feeling."
Having known the man sitting across from him for twelve years, Tig didn't take his brother's instincts lightly. "You worried about her?" he asked knowing he was stepping into a delicate area.
Finishing his coffee, he sat the cup down on the table, "She hasn't seen him since that night. Knows she better call me if he approaches her. Seriously, I can't put my finger on it, but something's off with him."
Tig sat back and watched as Happy stared out the window. The past two weeks had been interesting as he watched his other brothers try and figure out what was going on with the two of them, but no one having the balls to ask Happy. He held a smile from his face thinking about how the two of them would unconsciously end up next to each other within mere minutes of being in the same location. Never actually touching one another, but just inches apart. Apparently Chibs was winning the current pool of how many nights would Happy stay over at Olivia's. Ever the silent one, whatever was going on between them was kept private, with neither of them talking. Hell, even Tara wasn't privy to any private details. Tig however knew without a doubt that something was building between them. They had stopped by Olswald Properties one evening before a run to get the key to a new warehouse, where Tig got to see first hand. Happy had quietly stepped out of Elliott's office seeing her walk past. After he finished his conversation with Elliott, he started down the hall, when they caught his eye. They were standing in the small kitchen, his arm around her lower back as she said something to him. What happened next only solidified what he already knew. With his own blue eyes, he watched as the man he had killed with, a man who was feared by everyone, leaned down and kissed her as his hands held her face. Feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket, brought him out of his thought as he instantly checked the message.
Church in 1 hour.
Looking back over at Tig, he pulled out his own phone feeling it vibrate. "Church."
"Yep. Let's head back." replied Tig, grabbing the check as he got up.
Watching Tig pay the bill, he flipped his phone open, typing a quick message.
Where r u?
Not waiting for a reply, knowing they needed to get back, he stood and made his way out the door, giving a nod to Helen and Ralph as he left. Straddling his Dyna, he was reaching for his helmet when he felt his phone. Quickly pulling it out, he checked the message.
At the job site.
Simple and to the point. Yet another thing he liked about her. Glancing over at Tig who was grinning like a fool back at him, he typed a quick response.
Heading to church. Try to call you later.
Shoving his phone in his inside pocket, he buckled his helmet at the same time yelling at Tig, "Shut up!"
"Didn't say anything brother." smiling back as he revved the engine.
Happy just shook his head and pulled away, hitting the highway back to Charming.
***North of Charming***
It felt as if this day was never going to end for her. The power company had been two hours late in starting and now the weather had decided to change it's mind and turn chilly. She walked over to her SUV hoping she had a sweater or jacket in the back, only to come up empty handed. Oh please hurry up she thought as she looked over at the two large utility trucks. With absolutely nothing to do other than watch them install the street lights, she pulled out her phone to check her email.
"Ms. Parker?"
Looking up hearing her name, "Yes."
The power company employee she now knew as Tim was walking toward her. "Looks like we're done for tonight. Will need to come tomorrow and finish up."
Thank you Jesus! she thought hearing they were stopping. "That's fine." she responded, seeing it was almost eight. "I can meet you back up here tomorrow."
"That works. I assure you we'll be here on time tomorrow. Shouldn't have any emergencies come up like we had today."
"No problem. I'll be here by four tomorrow." shaking his hand. "Have a good night." she spoke turning back toward her vehicle.
Climbing in the Range Rover, she immediately turned on the heated seats. She could literally feel her teeth chattering, her body littered with goose bumps. Her mind now focused on the thirty minute drive home, a long, hot shower and the comfort of her king size bed.
***T-M***
They had been in church for going on two hours. Clay's meeting with the Irish had informed him that an extra shipments of guns was coming a few days ahead of their normal order. Nothing they couldn't handle, just meant more runs during the week. After a quick discussion from Bobby regarding the club funds, Clay took back over.
"Our two frat boys are pretty certain Weston's hideout is somewhere on Route 17." he said taking a long drag off the cigar. "Weston passed them this morning on the road then turned around asking if they were lost." Unfolding the map of the area, he placed it on the hardwood, pointing to the red circles. "There's three structures near where they saw him. Need to do some recon to find out which one it is."
"We sure there's only the three?" asked Bobby looking back at the President.
Stubbing out his smoke, "Yeah. Had Elliott pull all the land records on that route. All three are old as shit, probably abandoned. But that's just perfect for him."
"How we doing this?" questioned Chibs.
"Carefully." stated Clay. "Going to basically have a stakeout to find the bastard. I need Tig and Happy out of sight until we have him, so Chibs and Op, it's game on for you two."
"What's the plan?"
"Going to keep track of where Weston is during the day. Be more present on Main Street, lunch at the diner, typical shit. See if we can locate him. If he's in town, you and Chibs can head out and check the locations. Need to be in constant contact." Clay finished looking around the table.
"Instead of Where's Waldo, we'll have our own Where's the dead man." commented Jax.
"Any questions?" asked Clay.
"Like it when a plans come together, brother." spoke Tig, his first comment on the new development.
As he slammed down the gavel dismissing the group, he needed to have a private moment with one. "Hap? You got a minute."
He had stood up from his seat ready to leave when he heard Clay, "Yeah." he responded, waiting until they were alone. "What's up?"
"Need a favor of you." Clay stated, knowing what he was about to ask needed to be done in as delicate of a way as possible.
"Okay."
"Technically it's not you I need the favor from." he said cautiously. "Didn't want to bring this up at church, but we could really use the sight line from Olivia's condo again. Best vantage point to watch Weston's movements without being obvious."
Happy stood there, the steadfast soldier he was. It was surprising to him that Clay was coming to him with this, but instead of questioning his motives, he let him continue to talk.
Seeing Happy's calm reaction to his request, "The last time I went down this road with her, it didn't turn out too well. Figured since you apparently have a better touch with her, she might be easily inclined to allow it if it comes from you." Clay said, trying his best to keep the smirk off his face. It still blew his mind that the club assassin standing in front of him was involved with Olivia Parker.
"I'll talk to her." was his short response.
"Appreciate it, brother." said the SAMCRO President as he shook his hand as they made their way into the bar. "Anytime." Happy responded before turning to his dorm.
Unlocking his door, he slipped his kutt off, placing it on the bed. He wanted a hot shower, a smoke and a stiff drink or two. Emptying his pockets, he flipped his phone, seeing the time was eight thirty.
***Olivia's Condo***
She had barely made it through her door, when she heard her phone beep. Pulling her riding boots off, she picked them up, putting them inside the coat closet. Throwing the bolt lock on the door, she went to find her phone.
"Where are u?"
It didn't surprise her that even his texts were of few words. The man sending them was extremely reserved with his communication, although over the past two weeks, they'd had several late night, quiet talks in bed. They didn't discuss the club, something that she didn't have a problem with. In her opinion, the less she knew the better. In all honesty, she didn't care about his club association, she was more curious about him, Happy Lowman. Yes, she now knew his last name. Knowing how much she valued her own privacy, she refused to ask anything to personal of him. Just normal, everyday questions. His favorite food, steak. He preferred beer to liquor, riding was his version of her yoga/Pilates obsession. Nothing to deep, just what she considered getting to know you questions. Getting ready to reply, she realized she was smiling, although she was dead tired.
"Just got home...very tired. Hot shower then going to bed."
Grabbing her purse off the table, she turned headed toward her bedroom. Turning on the lamp, she dropped the bag, walking straight toward her bathroom. Making sure the temperature was just right, she walked into her closet, taking off her clothes as she went. Completely naked, she started back toward the shower, when she heard her phone beep.
"K"
A simple one letter response. Taking a breath, she was deciding whether she should respond or not. Chewing on her bottom lip, she opted for not. She was determined to keep her game face on, keep a wall of safety around her. Putting the phone down on her nightstand, she turned for the shower.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK...
She turned quickly toward her bedroom door, looking down the hallway. Slipping her robe on, she bent down retrieving the glock from her purse as she quietly walked toward the door. Not expecting anyone, including Happy, since he had just text her, she carefully looked out the peep hole...and smiled again. She unlocked the door to once again find him standing there.
"Hi" she said as she let him walk in, shutting the door behind him.
It surprised him to see her answer the door with a nine millimeter in her hand. Truthfully, it turned him on, but it also made him curious. "Something wrong?" he asked pointing to the gun.
Looking down at her piece and shaking her head, "No. Just wasn't expecting anyone." she replied seeing his face relax. "Just trying to be careful."
Hearing those words made him feel proud, like she had took what he had told her seriously. "Good." As soon as the word left his mouth, his pre-pay went off. Quickly pulling it out, he motioned to her he was going to take the call.
She shook her head, "I'm going to take a shower." as she turned and walked out of the room.
"Yeah." answered Happy.
"My man. How's it going?" asked Laroy.
"Good. How's Oakland?
"All good. Dee wants to meet Olivia at the property she showed me. Wanted to let you know I'll be calling Miss Parker tomorrow." he said grinning into his phone.
He had walked over to the floor to ceiling windows looking down at The Cigar Box. "Okay. I'll let her know." his response short, knowing his longtime friend would want to fuck with him over her.
"Appreciate, man. Talk to ya after we meet, unless you'd like to tag along." Laroy couldn't help but state the obvious.
"Yeah...yeah. Shithead."
"Love ya too brother." stated the Niner's president before hanging up.
He shut his phone as he stared down at the front door of Zobelle's store. They were one step closer in ending Weston and he no doubt wanted Zobelle gone as well. Charming didn't need the shit that man believed in. Calming the internal rage he felt simply by looking at the sign above the store front, his mind refocused on something much more satisfying. Someone who was currently naked and in the shower. Quickly putting his kutt in it's normal spot on the back of the dining table chair, he glanced toward the door, making sure both locks were secure and headed toward her.
She was standing under the shower head, letting the hot water work it's magic on her tired, cold body. She hadn't realized this morning that it would have turned as chilly as it did tonight, and now she found herself unable to get warm. Turning with her back toward the water, she tilted her head back, as the water soaked her hair. Running her hands through her hair, she slowly opened her eyes as she felt two hands slide around her waist and a very naked Happy standing in front of her.
"Hey." he said, his hands wrapping around her waist, pulling her flush against him.
Her hands instantly found their way to his chest as she ran them across his chiseled pecs, taking in the colorful artwork covering his entire torso. Looking up at him, "Are you hijacking my shower?" she asked, curious to his intentions, although she could feel what he was thinking.
He had stripped down in her room before entering the bathroom. Seeing her standing in the shower, the water running all over her naked body had him hard as a rock in less than a second. She was sexy as hell and simply the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Taking a minute to enjoy the view, he quietly made his way over to her glass enclosed shower and stepped in. The extra large shower gave him ample time to take her in from head to toe. Again, the only word that came to his mind was beautiful. The second she was within reach of him, his arms reached for her and to his surprise, she wasn't startled. The water felt amazing on his body with several wall jets hitting him on both sides, but what truly had his attention was her.
"Rough day?" he asked, his voice rough as he gently turned her toward the back wall.
"Not too bad." she responded, feeling the tile behind her as he continued to run his hands up and down her back. "Just took longer than I expected and was colder than I thought it would be."
His hands were on the downward path on her back, as he gently ran them over her firm ass. Leaning down his eyes closed voluntarily at the feel of her, he placed a kiss on her neck just under her ear, earning him a soft moan in response.
"How are you?" she asked as she soaked up his touch, his hands even warmer than the hot water.
"Good." he responded as he put his forehead against hers. They stood there for the next few minutes, both enjoying the quiet and the feel of each other. Opening her eyes, she found him staring back at her.
"You're so damn beautiful." he said as his lips softly covered hers, immediately feeling her respond.
After a long, thorough kiss that left her body tingling all over, he pulled back. "Happy?" she questioned.
"So fucking beautiful" he whispered as he took her mouth again, his tongue finding hers as they began a dance they had quickly perfected in the almost eight weeks they had known each other. The hot, steamy water ran over them as he kept her pushed up against the tiled wall, his hands moving from cupping her face, to now sliding down her back as he cupped her ass, lifting her up as she wrapped her legs around him. Pulling his head back, he searched her face before going any further. Seeing her eyes, he reached between them, guiding his rock hard cock to the one place he wanted to bury himself in. Rubbing himself against her, teasing her just for a moment, he felt her pull him closer to her. "Happy.." her words a whisper to him and it was all he needed. He eased into her, not wanting to hurt her but also wanting to savor the feel of how tight she wrapped herself around him. Slowly inch by inch, he was now buried balls deep inside of the sweetest pussy he'd ever had. He stilled himself, wanting to give her time to adjust, but to make sure he didn't explode instantly. It seemed to him that every time he slipped inside her, she got even tighter. She whimpered then placed a kiss on his lips. Looking into her eyes, he started moving inside her, watching her as she laid her head back against the wall, her mouth slightly open.
"Olivia?" he whispered as he continued to thrust into her.
Her eyes opened as she stared back at him, unable to speak.
A devilish smirk appeared on his face, "I'll keep you warm." he stated as his lips found hers once again.