...Monday...
Checking the time on her phone, she had at least another hour before she needed to head home and start getting ready. Tonight was the night...her blind date with the auction winner. "I'm sooooo going to get even with Gemma!" she stated leaning back in her chair as she closed her eyes.
"Knock Knock", hearing Christy's voice.
Looking back at her colleague, "Hi."
"Sorry to interrupt but there's someone here to see you."
Checking her calendar, "I don't have any appointments this afternoon."
Noticing Olivia's confusion, "She said her name was Luanne Delaney." Christy replied watching her look even more confused.
What on Earth does this woman want? "Can you show her to the conference room and I'll be right there?"
"Sure."
"Thanks, Christy." She now had forty five minutes before she had to leave and the last thing she wanted to do was have yet another run-in with this woman. Making her way down the hall, her hand reached out for the door knob as she paused to take a deep breath. Remember your manners...Remember your manners, she silently chanted in her head as she opened the door.
With a soft smile on her face, "Ms. Delaney, what brings you by today?" taking a seat at the end of the large mahogany table.
Game on bitch thought Luanne as she smiled back at Olivia. "I just thought we should clear the air about a few misunderstandings from the other night at dinner."
"Misunderstandings?" questioned Olivia, careful to keep her tone pleasant.
"I know you're new to our world and it could be quiet overwhelming to try and understand how things work with the men of SAMCRO, and you seem to have jumped into the deep end of the pool with of all people Happy."
She was genuinely confused. "I'm sorry. I'm not following you."
"Of course you aren't. This is exactly what I've been afraid of." Internally giddy at how naive this bitch was. "I know it may seem that I've come at you hard about your relationship with Happy, but I truly don't want to see you be blindsided by how things actually are in our world. You see, these guys go through women like they drink booze. Once they've finished one drink, they waste no time moving on to the next one. I've watched nice girls like yourself be their prized possession one day, and out on their ass the next with no warning. If you're going to lock that beast of man down, you're going to need some help. Which is where I come in."
She sat there silently taking the older woman's words in. "While I appreciate your concern, it's unnecessary. I'm not trying to lock anyone down."
Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, "Sweetheart, you can't fool me."
"Not trying to fool you or anyone for that matter."
"So you're okay with being a fuck buddy to him? No offense but you really don't look like that type of woman."
Keeping her composure, "Who says we're having sex?" watching the older woman's mouth fall open.
Luanne couldn't hold in her laughter. "That man's only interest in any woman is her mouth and what's between her legs. He's not one for conversation or words for that matter." knowing how little anyone actually heard of out the club assassin.
Feeling like she now had her foot in the door so to speak, "Well, as long as you know what you're getting into." reaching for her purse in the chair beside of her. "How about this? Why don't we start over, pretend we're just meeting? In fact, I'd like to personally invite you to a little party I'm throwing at Lyla's on Friday night. You know, girls night."
With a slow shake of her head, "That sounds nice. I'll have to check my calendar but I'll plan to be there if I'm available." watching as the older woman stood up from her chair with her hand extended.
"Perfect!. Look forward to seeing you Friday evening. Just know that I'm here if you need to talk or need any advice, darling." as they shook hands.
"That's very kind of you, Ms. Delaney."
"We're friends, Olivia. You can call me Luanne." smiling as she walked out of the conference room, coming to a stop just ahead of the brunette, "Glad we could put this behind us." before turning to wave as she left.
Making her way back into her office, she noticed the time and a new text.
Dinner at 6?
She instantly smiled reading his message, but quickly remembered her plans for the evening.
Can't tonight. Having dinner with the auction winner this evening. She replied hitting send on her phone as she dug in her purse for her car keys. As she made her way to her SUV, she heard her phone beep.
Ok
One simple word, not that she actually expected his replies to be in detail, but it was something about this two letter word that caused her to feel disappointment and on some level, hurt. Although she knew without a doubt their was no relationship status between them, just an intense mutual attraction, it felt like a slap to her face that he was okay with her going on a date with another man, regardless of the situation. There were too many thoughts going through her head at once. Most of them being of him and why she suddenly found herself bothered, which only pissed her off. Taking a deep breath, she refocused her mind. Things happened for a reason, and she couldn't ignore the facts that were slowly lining up. She had an arranged date this evening with a man who willingly paid to spend time with her, but the man who she had been spending time and her nights with wasn't the slightest bit affected by her going out with someone, and to top it off, unwanted free advice from an old lady who defined the word train wreck. Rubbing her temple as she turned into the parking garage, she forced those thoughts and him from her head as she pulled into her space, now determined to make the best out of the evening.
***Cabo, Mexico***
He stood in the doorway of their bedroom overlooking the infinity pool as he watched her floating on her back in the clear water, with the ocean and fading sun in the background. They hadn't left the private bungalow since he arrived late Saturday night and he had no intention of leaving for the next three days. He wanted every minute alone with her...just the two of them. When it came to her, he was a selfish bastard and didn't give a damn what anyone thought about it. His eyes scanned her slowly from head to toe, instantly feeling a desperate need to touch her. Hearing a faint beep, he walked over to the bed finding a new message.
Pulled the footage you requested. Confirmed in all 3. Interesting info. Check ur email.
Glancing back at the pool, he quickly pulled up the email on his phone. A lengthy rapp sheet, two stints in prison and an unsavory connection to a newly formed racist group. Checking out his mug shots and tattoo pics his mind raced with one simple thought. Who fuck was Anthony Weston and why in the hell was he watching his sister?
***T-M***
Adding another twenty pounds to the bar, he re-positioned himself on the bench pushing through four more reps. He could feel the burn building in his arms but he powered on needing to release some pent up energy, but lifting weights wasn't helping. Completing the last rep, he sat up on the bench hearing someone coming down the stairs.
"Fuck. I need to beat the hell out of something." bitched Tig as he walked passed Happy.
Grabbing the tape, he started wrapping his hands as he watched his partner in all things evil pace the floor. "What's got you on edge?"
Tig sat down on the bench Happy had just vacated, running his hands through his unruly hair. "It's not odd to you?"
"What?" Happy questioned, ripping the tape with his teeth.
Shaking his head in confusion, "Jax's sudden interest in doing runs?"
Truthfully he hadn't given it much thought. "Could want some extra cash." Club policy was that business was split equally between the patched members, but runs counted as bonuses. "You low on funds?"
"Nah." irritated the little prince of SAMCRO had gotten under his skin. "Still relishing our little burn down last night." as a devilish grin crossed his face, mirroring the look he was getting from his brother.
"That was some sweet shit last night." finishing his other hand and walking toward the bag. "That fucker just won't learn." throwing his first hard punch. "If it was my call, that piece of shit would have been maggot food a long time ago."
Tig understood Happy's feelings against the longtime nemesis of the club, but he also knew Clay's motivation behind the club constantly knocking him down instead of a more permanent solution. Sometimes killing the enemy was too easy...removing their lively hood was much sweeter. "It's Clay's version of Christmas. His smirk gets bigger every damn time we burn him out." moving his grip on the bag as Happy switched positions. "What time you meeting up with Olivia?"
Happy's concentration tensed hearing her name as he hit the bag harder, causing Tig to step back. "She's got plans." his response short and direct.
"Plans?"
With one more good right hook, he stopped his assault. "She's got a date." the words casually leaving his mouth.
"No shit?" Tig asked taking note of how calm his brother was. "She tell you about it?"
With a nod of his head, he answered.
"And you're okay with it?" watching as he started unwrapping his hands.
"Why not?" wanting to see how far Tig would push the issue.
His eyes grew wide hearing the response. "Why not? Oh, I don't know...damn I thought that maybe since you've been spending so much time with her and staying at her place every night, I figured you liked her or something." as his eyes followed his movements around the clubhouse gym. "So you honestly don't care if she's out with some other man who could take over your spot in her bed?" he finished watching carefully for some type of reaction.
He simply stared back with not a hint of expression on his face. "Going to take a shower." throwing the sweaty towel toward the hamper. "then I'm gonna empty out your wallet tonight." throwing a glance back toward Tig, leaving the club sergeant shaking his head.
***Athena's***
She was right on time as she walked through the door at the upscale Greek restaurant, seeing the hostess smiling back at her.
"Good evening. Welcome to Athena's." commented the twenty something blonde.
"Good evening. Not sure if the reservation is under Parker or Davidson. Party of 2."
Quickly scanning the book, "Yes. Davidson party of 2. I don't believe your guest is here yet, but you're welcome to wait in the bar." offered the young woman who's name tag read Kennedy.
Thankful she still had a few minutes alone, she followed the hostess into the modern styled bar taking a seat at a small table in the corner. Sipping on her club soda with lime, she glanced around the semi-crowded bar and waited for her date.
***Canyon View Motel***
Pulling up into the crowded parking lot, his eyes noticed six of his deputies already on scene. Twenty minutes ago, he was having a quiet, peaceful dinner with his family and now he was walking into his county's first murder in five years. He slipped under the police tape, spotting a detective walking out of the first floor room.
"What do we have?" watching the coroner arrive.
Although he was a ten year veteran, murder scenes were a rarity for Detective Walker. Violent crimes were few and far between in their county. An occasional robbery was about as serious as it got for the Newton County Sheriff's department. Stepping aside to let the sheriff through, "White female. Mid to late twenties. Doesn't appear to be a prostitute and we haven't located a purse or wallet. Maid came in to clean the room and found her in the tub."
Gently pulling the sheet back, the young woman looked as if she was sleeping. "Look there on her neck." using his pen to point toward the victim. "There's a bruise forming."
"Saw that too. No track marks on her or drugs found in the room. She looks too healthy for a runaway." as he looked down at his notes. "Front desk clerk confirmed the camera's in the lobby haven't been working for a few months now, so don't have any video footage to go off of."
Looking around the motel room, nothing showed signs of a struggle. To his trained eye, it looked to be nothing more than a lovers getaway complete with an unmade bed. The exception to this was the very dead and naked young woman currently lying in the tub.
"Sheriff." turning at the sound of his name being called seeing the coroner approaching him.
"Mike. What's your first thought?"
He walked toward the bathroom stopping before crossing the threshold. "Definitely homicide."
***John's Place***
She was just as dumbfounded as she was an hour ago when she left the restaurant. Staring across the worn table at one of her best friends and the woman who got her into the mess to begin with, she sipped her screwdriver wishing it was a very dry martini.
"He never showed?" asked Tara already knowing the answer to her question while motioning to Lauren for another beer.
Sitting her drink down, "Nope." realizing how embarrassing this situation was.
"Are you sure the date was tonight?" asked the woman who signed her up for the date auction. Seeing the brunette's facial expression, Gemma raised an eye brow in response.
Turning her phone around showing an earlier email from her non-showing date, Olivia just smirked back at the older woman, before reaching for her drink.
"This just doesn't make any sense. Who pay's two thousand dollars for a date and doesn't show or bother to call to explain." her comments more of a statement. Finishing the rest of her drink, she stood up, "Anyone need another?" she asked before heading toward the bar.
An hour and three vodka screwdrivers later, Olivia sat lightly buzzed watching the other bar patrons. Glancing around the semi-dark room, the atmosphere reminded her of the small town bars back in Georgia. Taking another sip of her drink, she saw Tara checking her phone.
"Jax back yet?"
Shaking her head, "No. He said they wouldn't be back until late." placing her Iphone back down on the table.
Looking back toward the restrooms, "I'll be back right back." as the brunette motioned toward the hallway.
Within seconds every pair of eyes in the bar were watching the group of men as they walked through the door. Bringing up the rear, the instant he crossed the threshold, his eyes scanned the room, but coming up empty. Visually sweeping the bar again, he still didn't see her. The others had made their way over to the table Gemma and Tara were sitting at, as he slowly started making his way over, continuing to look for her.
"Hey baby." Gemma said greeting her husband with a quick kiss.
With a simple nod to Lauren behind the bar, Clay took the seat next to his wife, as the others pulled up their own chairs.
"Thanks babe." spoke Tig as Lauren passed out beers to everyone. Looking up to see Happy still standing, he remembered Clay telling them Olivia was with them. "Hey." as he looked around the room. "I thought doll face was with you?" now realizing why his brother was now looking irritated.
"She is. Went to use the restroom."
Before the last word left her mouth, he was headed toward the back hallway. Mentally noting every man he passed on the way, he slowed his approach noticing a woman waiting outside the door. Leaning against the opposite wall, he heard the water turn off just a few seconds before the lock turned and the door slowly opened.
With a standard quick check of her make-up. she tossed the paper towels into the trash can as she turned toward the door. Stepping out as another lady walked in, her eyes landed on the man who she had tried to keep out of her mind during the evening. Once again her body betrayed her as she felt her stomach do somersaults watching as he leaned against the wall chewing on his standard toothpick. Her night had been an unsettling slap in her face. First being stood up was a huge hit to her ego and self confidence, but to now be standing face to face with a man who could care less about who she was spending time with was simply too much for her. Deciding to get the upper hand on whatever was about to happen, she spoke up first.
"Hi." staying on the opposite side of the hall.
As his eyes took her in, his body shifted moving himself to stand directly in front of her. He felt the tension in his neck and shoulders leave the very second he watched her walk out of the bathroom.
"Hey." noticing a man walking toward them. "Thought you had a date?" knowing it was barely nine o'clock.
Another proverbial hit in her gut. This just wasn't her night. "I did." pausing for a few seconds. "It just ended early." hoping he would just drop the subject. "I should get back to the girls." attempting to step past him only to feel his hand slip partially around her waist, bringing her back in front of him.
"What happened?" he asked, wanting an explanation.
Again, she was mortified. Now she had to explain to the man who didn't care who she went out with that the man who paid for a date with her actually stood her up.
Seeing the look on his face, "It's not what you're probably thinking." watching his eyes stay focused on her. "My date never showed. I was stood up." believing she just saw his face relax as he nodded slightly.
"I really should get back out there." stepping aside as she started back down the hall way. To her own surprise he didn't stop her, but walking just behind her as they reentered the bar. Looking across the room, she noticed their table of three was now a table of six. She could feel his presence right behind her as they passed the first table of men.
The small bar was crowded for a Monday night. Even though she was just a few inches in front of him, it felt too far. Without even realizing, his large right hand found the small of her lower back as he now guided her through the maze of old, worn tables of mostly men, meeting their stares with pitch black eyes. Seeing they were almost at their table, he noticed Tig's reaction at seeing them.
"DOLL FACE!" yelling loud enough to get the attention of almost everyone in the bar, while raising his bottle to her.
Smiling back at the man who always made her laugh, "Hello everyone." as she smiled at the men who now joined their table, mentally questioning if another drink would help.
An hour later, she had put the evening's events out of her mind with the help of her fourth screwdriver that Tara insisted they each have. It surprised her at how easy it was to be around this rowdy group of people that most would run from. She felt completely at ease, especially with the man who hadn't left her side since they sat down. Grateful that the conversation had steered clear of her unfortunate night, her sides hurt from laughter at most of the stories that had been shared.
Glancing at the time, "Well, I hate to break up this party, but I'm ready to head home." looking over at Tara and Olivia.
"Yeah. I should be getting home too." hoping Jax would be home before too much longer, as she stood up from the table.
Picking up her Kate Spade clutch, she gently slid her chair back as she caught him staring up at her. Giving him a small smile, she turned toward the guys. "Well, thank you all for a very entertaining evening, guys."
"Anytime darling." spoke Bobby as he winked back at the brunette, having spent most of the evening watching how she and Happy interacted together.
Following Tara and Gemma outside, they were almost at the Escalade when she felt him grab her hand. Looking up at him, "What?" she asked her voice almost a whisper.
Looking around the group as the others were walking toward the bikes, "I'll take you home." not letting her hand go.
Glancing back toward Tara who was doing her best not to smile, she decided to not think it through and just agree. "Okay."
...an hour later
She now sat comfortably in the corner of the couch watching as he paced slowly back and forth talking to someone on his cell. With him occupied on the phone since they got back to her place, it allowed her time to take a quick shower and do her nightly routine before bed. Thinking he would be off his call by the time she got out, she quietly slipped on an oversized Braves t-shirt with gray cheeky panties then walked back to the living room. For the past twenty minutes she sat patiently while scanning the latest issue of HGTV magazine, finding nothing that peaked her interest. Feeling his eyes on her, she looked back at him just as he ended his call. Trying to gauge his mood, she spoke first.
"Everything okay?" seeing him sit down beside of her on the couch.
He didn't say anything, just shook his head that everything was fine. "How'd you end up at John's tonight?" curious about her evening.
Tucking her legs underneath her, she turned leaning against the back of the couch, catching him looking at her bare legs. "Tara had text me to make sure everything was okay. By the time I called her back and explained what happened, she and Gemma had driven over here to pick me up to get a drink."
Taking a minute before he responded, "Thought you didn't drink in public?"
"No, I said I don't allow myself to get drunk in public. I had only had three before you all showed up." shrugging her shoulders, "and I decided on the fourth one after we got back to the table because I knew I was in good company if something happened." Looking back at him.
He took the water bottle out of her hand, taking a long draw from it before putting the cap back on. He gave her a sly smile, "Am I good company?" as his hand now rested on her upper thigh.
She sat there silently for a few seconds just staring back at him. Just a few hours ago, she felt nothing but humiliation and embarrassment from being stood up, but here now sitting with this man on her couch, she felt only comfort and a sudden strong desire to kiss him senseless. She knew he was waiting on an answer and she was only happy to reply. Slowly moving her head closer to him, she stopped just before her lips touched his. "Yes, your good company." kissing him slowly just for a few seconds. Pulling back to look at his face, she heard him growl, feeling his hands moving up to her waist. Kissing him again, she cupped his face with her hands as she deepened the kiss gently slipping her tongue inside his mouth. Without a second thought, she moved her body to straddle him feeling him pull her down closer to him. Lowering her hands from his face, she ran them down his chest over his kutt, then back up to his neck. Slowing down their kiss until she pulled her lips from his, she placed short kisses across his chin and cheek until she had made her way over to his ear, gently nipping him.
"Happy?" continuing her friendly assault on his neck.
His hands were desperate to feel more of her as they squeezed and massaged her firm round ass. The feel of her in his arms was damn perfect as her lips worked their magic on his neck. Opening his eyes he found her staring down at him, her own full lips starting to plump from their current make-out section. Looking into her beautiful green eyes, he barely could respond. "Yeah?" he rasped wanting to get back to what they had been doing.
Suddenly feeling nervous in what she was about to ask him, she felt his warm hands slip under her t-shirt and up her back. Forcing her eyes not to close at the incredible feeling currently running through her body, she asked him. "Spend the night with me."
A deep, low growl escaped his lips just before he responded. "Was planning on it." as he quickly covered her lips with his own, hearing her softly moan. After another ten minutes of deep kisses that made her feel light headed, she untangled herself from his lap, standing up and extending her hand to him.
She walked ahead of him into her room, climbing on top of the king-sized bed. Sitting with her legs underneath her, she watched as he slowly entered the room with his eyes on her. Noticing he had left his kutt and boots in the other room, she watched as he stopped right in front of her. Raising up on her knees, she grabbed the bottom of his white SAMCRO t-shirt pulling him closer to the bed. Willingly moving forward, he looked down as her hands started lifting his shirt over his stomach and finally raising it over his head. She let it fall onto the floor as she started working on his belt, making quick time in assisting his pants to slip down his body. Stepping around him onto the floor, she put her hands on the outside of his muscular arms, gently turning him around and encouraging him to sit on the bed. Obliging her wish, he started to lower himself down, but stopped as he felt her hands slip under the waistband of his fitted black boxers. Lifting her eyes to meet his, she continued with her mission of removing the last piece of clothing he had on.
He positioned himself against the pillows that rested at the headboard on her bed. Completely naked himself, he watched while feeling his desire soar as Olivia slowly pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her standing before him in only a pair of gray panties. Running his hand over his jaw, he bit back the desperate need to pull her onto the bed and rip the thin piece of material from her body.
She kept her eyes on his as she slipped her panties from her body, internally enjoying the look washing over his face. Any attempt to deny her overwhelming attraction to the sexy man in front of her was simply a waste of time and energy. His body was a muscular piece of art from head to toe and she wanted nothing more than to explore every inch of him. She lifted herself onto the bed, slowly moving to straddle his waist with her naked body. Everything in her screamed to take control and it's exactly what she planned on doing. Without hesitation, she kissed him as her hands ran up his toned chest and higher to cup his face. Deepening the kiss, she felt his hands sliding down her back and slipping over her ass as he squeezed tightly. Wanting to maintain control of their current situation, she reluctantly pulled her lips from his and began kissing down his neck before reaching his smooth chest. Leaving a trail of wet kisses down his sternum while making sure to pay close attention to both of his nipples, she continued on her way down lower to his stomach. A smile reached her face as she felt his muscles flex beneath her lips as she finally reached her destination. With a sly glance up to him, she licked a path that followed his well defined v-cut just above his cock, making sure to cover both sides, but not yet touching his man hood. Noticing his hands gripping the sheets below them, she lightly stroked up his shaft with her tongue, earning a deep, low moan from the man she eagerly wanted inside her. As she circled his head, she tasted the pre cum already leaking from him, before covering the tip of him with her lips and lightly sucking as if he was a lolly pop.
He didn't know if he was in Heaven or Hell at the moment. Heaven at the feel of her mouth licking and sucking his cock, but Hell at not being inside of her. His body was betraying him, not allowing him to move or even consider making her stop her current actions. This was a first with her and he never wanted it to end. Blow jobs were a common thing for him, having received countless ones from faceless bitches over the years, but nothing in his past compared to this. With his eyes closed, one hand gripped the sheet to try and keep him from exploding while his other hand found it's way into her hair, as her mouth worked pure magic on him. Typically, he would close his eyes while the bitch would do her best on her knees, only looking for a quick release. But his eyes couldn't stay closed for wanting to watch her. He realized it was the sexiest thing he'd ever scene as he watched her take him fully in her mouth with her hand stroking his shaft then moving to his balls. "Hmmmmmmmmm" he moaned feeling his cock hit the back of her throat as she sucked him harder.
"Olivia" his words almost sounding like a cry for help knowing he was going to cum any minute, but she didn't stop. With both hands now in her hair, he felt her press her tongue against the vein as she continued her pleasure torture on him. He couldn't hold back any longer. As she made her way back down, taking him in completely, he exploded with a growl, as he fell back against the pillows.
Finally glancing up at him, she had swallowed every drop, but continued to lick and kiss him lightly as she made her way slowly up his body. Her tongue followed the path of the snake tattoo on his chest as her hands followed behind feeling the warmth of his body. Reaching his nipple, her tongue mimicked what she had just done to his cock as she felt his strong hands grabbing her ass and pulling her up to his face.
"Baby..."
Straddling herself over him, she finally looked him in the eye. "Yes?" she questioned, starting to rub her core against his cock.
He couldn't take any more, needing to be buried inside of her. "Ride me." he commanded although his words were barely over a whisper.
Lowering her lips against his, she began kissing him lightly before responding. "I was planning on it." kissing him again. "Every" kiss "Long" kiss "Hard" kiss "Thick" kiss "Inch of you." slipping her tongue inside his mouth at the same time she took him completely inside of her.
The groan came pouring out of his mouth as he felt her slowly sink down on his throbbing cock. Looking up at her, his hands roamed over her breasts and stomach while he watched her ride him. He now knew the answer to his silent question from earlier...it was definitely Heaven.