***Tacoma, Washington***
Flipping his burner phone shut, he looked out onto the lot to see if he was back. Not seeing his Dyna in the lot, he walked out of his office and headed into the bar. Grabbing a beer out of the refrigerator, he noticed Gunner coming out of his dorm, "I'll be in my office. Tell Koz to find me when he gets here."
"I need to talk to you about..."
"I SAID TELL KOZ TO SEE ME WHEN HE GETS HERE!" Slade yelled back at the youngest patched member.
He watched as his president walked into his office slamming the door behind him, again closing himself off from the club. At first, he hadn't given it much thought, knowing that a few of their runs had been delayed due to potential heat, and all of his time had been spent collecting protection money, but Gunner couldn't shake the feeling that something was off with Slade, but then again, why did he give a fuck? he thought continuing out into the clubhouse. Regardless of his patched status of almost five years, his president and SAA still looked down at him as if he was still a prospect. With no club business to handle, his mind thought of a long ride to clear his head of the building resentment he felt on a daily basis. Opening the door, he made his way to his bike, ready to hit the open road.
"Fuck' em." He thought as he strapped on his helmet.
***St. Thomas Hospital***
"Oh, don't sit there and laugh at me, missy. If this actually happens, you're going with me." stated Olivia reaching to take her phone back from Tara.
Taking a sip of her coffee, "You think they'll actually set a date?
As bad as it made her feel, "I hope not. Jason deserves so much better than her." as she sipped her sweet tea. "I still think he knows."
Shaking her head, "She's a damn fool."
"I completely agree. She's insane if she thinks there's a better man than Jason out there."
"Well, hopefully it will never happen." praying their good friend didn't end up marrying a woman who they both knew cheated on him. "Speaking of questionable women, are you going to Luanne's for girls night tonight?"
"I honestly haven't given it another thought until you just mentioned it." She was being truthful. Between a hectic week at the job site and with her days not ending until after dark, she had honestly forgotten about the invitation. Looking at the time on her phone, "I'm not sure what time we'll be back this afternoon, so I haven't even responded. I'll call her on my way to get Tristan and let her know I'm not coming."
"I bet Tristan's excited about getting to help you decorate."
She couldn't agree more. "She really is. To be so young, she's really good at putting pieces together. Not to mention, have you seen her drawings?"
"I know! Hell, I can't even draw a stick figure." confessed Tara. "It's really good that you're including her in this project."
"She's a great kid. I enjoy her being around. Not to mention she doesn't think I'm old." laughed Olivia.
"That's a huge compliment coming from a twelve year old." suddenly remembering the young girl's attack. "She's lucky to have you." spoke Tara as thoughts of her own rape briefly made an appearance. "I'm lucky to have you."
The bond between them went deeper than friendship. They were family, not in the traditional way, but something even stronger. Olivia was primarily the main reason she had survived. She had refused to allow her to give up, carry any blame or second guess any decision she made after her attack. She was her rock, her anchor during a time when the thought of simply ending her life had crossed her mind sadly more than once. Olivia had firmly refused to allow her to let her attacker win. From never leaving her side to surrounding her with her own family in Georgia, she had not only survived, but was stronger than she had ever thought she'd be. And thanks to the stunning but clueless woman sitting across from her, she was sitting in an office with Dr. Tara Knowles on the name plate outside the door.
Feeling tears start to form, knowing what the woman sitting across from her had survived, she felt nothing but pure love for her. "It's like I've told you many times before. Has nothing to do with luck...we're soulmates."
Before the moment turned into a mid-morning crying session, both women quickly recomposed themselves, laughing out loud at how corny they sometimes were. "Speaking of soulmates, how's our other two doing? I feel bad I haven't had time to talk to either of them."
"Both are fabulous as usual. Kerri just got back from a long weekend at Amir's cabana in Mexico, and Gillian said they're up to their neck in the hotel renovation."
"It's too bad Kerri couldn't have stopped off here before heading to Mexico. I would have loved to see her."
"I know, but I'm pretty sure that a certain someone kept her all to himself."
"Yes, it is convenient that Travis just happened to show up when he did. Do you think they'll ever publicly admit what we already know?"
"Probably not. I honestly think sometimes that they truly believe we haven't noticed after all this time that they're a couple." thinking how ironic it is that her lifelong best friend since they were in the fourth grade and her brother had managed to fall madly in love with each other for the past ten years despite the fact they're polar opposites.
Bless her heart, thought Tara, as the doctor felt Olivia's Southern roots coming out in her. Her best friend was one of the smartest women she knew, but the normally sharp lady was living in her own world of denial when it came to her own love life and a certain outlaw biker who she knew was just as clueless. She couldn't deny the humor and entertainment at watching them fail miserably at not acting like a couple. They had given her and Tig hours of conversation material and an odd, unexpected friendship that she treasured more and more each day. "Yeah, it's crazy isn't it." unable to hide the grin on her face.
***Luanne's***
"The kitchen's all clean, darling." spoke Gina walking back into Luanne's small living room. Grabbing a smoke from her purse, she reached for the chrome zippo lighter on the coffee table. "Melissa leave?"
Shaking her head, "No. In the bathroom." as she downed the rest of her beer.
Hearing the door open, they watched as the blonde walked back into the room, sitting down on the far end of the couch. "Where was everybody tonight? I felt sure Gemma would be here."
Unable to hide her irritation, "She's playing granny tonight since Tara got called in."
"Where's Lyla?" Gina asked looking down into her latest bag of toys.
"No sitter. She's stuck watching Opie's brats."
Melissa had known the minute she walked in earlier that Luanne was pissed. "This is why I don't ever want a man with kids. I refuse to be a damn babysitter."
"She should have never quit the club."
"HA! Like the Queen would allow an old lady to keep stripping. Gemma would fuckin' explode." stated Luanne lighting up a joint.
Making herself more comfortable on the couch, "Why's the clubhouse so fuckin' boring right now? I can't remember the last party we had. Hell, Koz was the last one I fucked and he's not been down in weeks."
Melissa instantly remembered her last time with the Tacoma SAA, "Damn that man can fuck." watching Gina's mouth fall open. "Like you're the only one he fucks."
"Ha Ha. At least I haven't fucked Brad the mechanic!" smirking back at the bottled blonde.
She sat up instantly, "HOW THE FUCK DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT?"
Luanne honestly couldn't believe Melissa thought that juicy piece of gossip would stay quiet. "Seriously? The whole club probably knew five minutes after he shot his load in your ass."
Her body shivered at the memory of the greasy mechanic's hands all over her. "Yeah. And who do I have to blame for having to fuck that nasty piece of shit?" glaring back at Luanne.
Who the hell did she think she was, thought Luanne as she stubbed out the roach. "First of all, you need to watch your fuckin' mouth and remember who you're talking to." reminding the sweet butt that she out ranked her. "Unless he put a gun to your head, you didn't have to fuck him."
Technically it was true. She hadn't been forced to screw him, but if she hadn't, she knew she'd never be able to show her face again at the clubhouse, and that was something she wasn't willing to give up. Giving herself a minute to calm down, she sat back against the couch. "So is Happy still fuckin' Miss Prissy Ass?" as she looked over at Luanne.
"I'll believe it when I see it, but he's not been staying at the clubhouse." Gina said noticing an odd look on the older woman's face. "What?" she questioned.
"Why would any woman go after Happy? He's fuckin' insane."
She had always found the former Nomad sexy as hell, but after her first experience with him, she always felt relieved at not being picked by him again. "The bitch must like hard, rough sex, because that's what you get with him. Hell, he threw me out of his room right as he pulled out." as she tucked her legs under her.
"You let him fuck you bare?" Melissa wondered.
Shaking her head, "Told him I'd ride him bareback, but the son of a bitch laughed and bent me over the side of the bed. From what I've heard from the other girls, he always wraps up."
The three women sat in silence as they passed another joint, each trying to imagine what a man like Happy could possibly see in the brunette. She took a long hit off of it before handing it over to Gina. "Well, she may be fucking him now, but he'll move on soon enough."
***T-M***
"I'm telling you, they all have 'em!" yelled Juice looking around the table as he folded his hand.
"Bull shit!" replied Chibs.
"Man, I'm serious. Women love that shit." watching Chibs and Tig's reaction.
He heard the laughter as he walked back from his dorm room, now freshly showered and shaven. Passing the bar, he grabbed the beer out of Reed's waiting hand and headed toward the poker table.
"Have to agree with the dumbass." spoke Tig. "Last time we were up at Indian Hills, fucked this sweet little red head that sucked on a huge purple cock while I fucked her." as his mind replayed it. "Good times."
Finishing off his latest beer, Opie raised the bottle signaling for a prospect to bring him another. "Lyla's got a whole box of that shit in the nightstand."
"You ever use one on her?" a curious Juice asked.
The whole table went silent as Opie took a long pull off his beer. Without saying a word, the look on his face said everything Juice wanted to know.
"YEAH! NOW THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!" exclaimed Juice with Chibs giving an enthusiastic drum roll on the table.
Rambunctious laughter could be heard throughout the clubhouse. Standing up from his chair, with his hands raised, he walked toward the back, "I didn't say anything." Opie replied as the grin still showed on his face.
He pulled a twenty out of his wallet, throwing it on the table as he took Opie's vacant chair, deciding to join in on at least one game, as he felt his phone vibrate.
Be there in fifteen minutes.
He shoved the burner back in his pocket, not feeling the need to reply. "Let's play."
***Tacoma, Washington***
He had burned through an entire pack of smokes when he saw Koz walk through the office door. "Close the door." instructed Slade watching his Sargent walk in. "Why the hell didn't you call me back?"
Taking the seat across from his president, "I was out collecting. What the fuck is your problem?" pissed he was being treated like damn kid.
"My problem? My problem is I got a phone call today from Bobby who just happens to be on his way up here to get the damn books you were supposed to take down there last week!" as he slammed his fist on the desk. "That's my damn problem which is YOUR problem too, brother!"
"You need to calm the fuck down!" Koz seethed through clinched teeth. "I've got the books to give the fat fucker, so stop you're damn bitchin'".
"When'd you pick'em up?"
Reaching into the inside pocket of his kutt, he pulled out a small brown envelope throwing it down on the table. "Met him down at the dock after I picked up our bonus from the local butcher." watching as Slade opened the package. "Am I still in trouble, Dad?"
"You can drop your smart ass comments anytime, Koz." as he quickly counted out the money. "I'm still your president." Slade reinforced.
Koz laughed, "Yeah, you just remember who put your ass in that chair, Prez." his tone no longer sarcastic.
Slade placed the money back down on the desk as he leaned back in his leather chair. "Oh, I'm well aware of how I got this seat, brother."
"Exactly. So quit your bitchin' at me and start showing a little appreciation for where I've put you."
The clubs' SAA was his closet friend, but it astounded him sometimes at the man's level of arrogance. "Yeah, let's just hope that shit stays buried."
***T-M***
She flipped the visor down, doing a quick check of her makeup before stepping out of her SUV. Making her way toward the clubhouse, she didn't see his bike parked along the wall where it would normally be. As she opened the door, she instantly heard roars of laughter, spotting the group playing poker. Betting Tig would spot her first, she was correct as she heard him yell out.
"Dollface!"
As odd as the man was, she couldn't help but smile back and feel herself growing to like him even more. "Hello everyone." she spoke as she walked over to the table, her eyes finding his instantly.
He visually inspected every inch of her as she walked toward him, fighting intensely to keep the grin off his face. Dressed more casually than normal, she still was as beautiful as ever. Watching as she greeted his brothers, she stopped in front of him. "Hey"
"Hey yourself." she replied watching him stare back at her, still not quiet sure why he text her to come by the clubhouse. "Everything okay?" just getting a nod in return. Pointing back toward the hall, "I'm going to use the restroom." excusing herself from the group, but not getting two steps before she felt his hand on her back.
"Come on. You can use mine." Happy replied keeping his hand on her lower back as he guided her toward his dorm.
As she washed her hands, she couldn't help but notice how his bathroom sparkled, with no dirt or grim in sight. It still surprised her at just how much of a clean freak he was. She never had to pick up after him when he was at her place, and was very appreciative of the fact the man knew how to load the dishwasher. Smiling at the irony of an outlaw biker having better hygiene than most snobby women made her laugh as she wiped her hands on the towel hanging on the towel rack. As she opened the door, she instantly saw him sitting on the side of the bed, his arms braced on his thighs as he stared back at her. Keeping her eyes on his, she slowly made her way over, then sat down beside of him.
"Everything okay?" she asked.
He could smell her perfume as she sat down next to him. Hearing her speak, he turned his head in her direction, but kept leaning forward. "Yeah. Need a ride."
She wondered if she'd heard him correctly. "You need a ride?" watching as he shook his head. "Where?"
He grinned back at her, noting her confusion. Straitening up, he rested his hand on her thigh as their faces were just inches apart. "Your place." he replied, smiling as she realized what he was doing.
This was a side of him that she had just recently been introduced to. "Oh so you need a ride. Something wrong with your bike?" knowing him well enough to know he hated anything that didn't have two wheels and included a helmet.
He stood up from the bed holding out his hand for her, "No. Touched up the tank. Goin'a let it sit overnight in the garage." as he pulled her up off the bed. They stood in silence for a few seconds, before his arms slid around her back pulling her flush against his chest. "You think you could bring me back in the morning on your way to work?" he asked fairly confident with her reply.
God what this man did to her, she thought. Between those chocolate eyes and his gravely voice, she felt like she was constantly in the palm of his hand, but she could tease him too. "So you plan on spending the night?" keeping her grin from showing as she saw him raise an eyebrow at her.
He couldn't contain his laughter knowing she was messing with him. "Damn straight." Happy stated before finally giving in and kissing her for the first time since he left her condo earlier that morning. Sliding his hands up her back, she kept hers on his waist as she felt him cupping her cheeks, with his thumbs softly moving across her cheeks. After a thorough kiss, he pulled back licking his lips as he stared down at her. "Come on. I'm hungry."
He stopped letting her out of the room first, before turning and locking the door. "Me too. Right now all I want is something to drink." Olivia said as they made their way back down the hall.
"Go to the kitchen. Prospects restocked the frig earlier. Should be some bottled water." as he again guided her with his hand on the small of her back. Pushing the door open, they walked in, as Happy made his way toward the cooler. Olivia couldn't help herself as she let her eyes roam over his body, but got off task as she heard a moan coming from the corner. Turning toward the noise, she froze at what she saw.
"Oh!" she regretfully said out loud.
Hearing her, Happy turned around in time to see Olivia quickly face away from the two, her eyes looking to focus on anything but Opie and the woman on her knees in front of him.
He hadn't heard anyone walk in the kitchen as he was too focused on Tammy sucking his dick. "Fuck!" he shouted as he quickly tucked himself back in his pants and zipped up. This isn't good, he thought as he stared his brother in the eye.
Damn it, she thought as she slowly rose to her feet, and turning to face their intruders. Looking between Opie and Happy, she lightly wiped at the corners of her mouth, making sure that any evidence was gone, before she gave Opie a sexy smile and wink. "See ya Opie." as she made her way closer to Happy on the way out. "I'm happy to suck you off too, Hap."
"Get out." he growled as he blocked her from coming to close to Olivia. With the sweet butt gone, he turned back toward his brother, seeing nothing but anger on his face.
Olivia found it odd to realize that of all the people who were just in the kitchen, she was the only one who was utterly mortified. She had just walked in and witnessed a married man getting his dick sucked by a sweet butt. It was just yet another reminder of why she knew that whatever this thing was with Happy was just a fling, because she would never be the woman who would be okay with any other female touching him.
"Hap, this doesn't leave this room." Opie stated as his eyes never left looking directly at Olivia's back. "Do you hear me Olivia?" as he stepped closer toward her, only to have his brother block his path.
She took a deep breath before she turned around, forcing herself to not reach across and knock the shit out of the cheating bastard. Now facing the man who looked guilty as sin, she was about to reply but he spoke again.
"You need to just forget what you saw." Opie knew he shouldn't be pissed at anyone but himself, but he had never imagined that someone outside the club would have walked in. He tried to read her expression, but she didn't have one.
Swallowing down the sudden distaste she had for this man, she stared him straight in his eyes, "No worries. I shouldn't be the one to tell your wife." It was truly the most tactful thing she could think of at the moment, although there were several things she'd like to say to the man who looked like he was about to explode.
He stood there for a few more seconds, watching as she stared back at him with Happy standing almost protectively in front of her. With a glance toward his brother, Opie stormed out of the kitchen, slamming the door closed behind him.
***Teller House***
He glanced back down the empty hall on the way to the front door. Checking the peep hole, he opened the door to find an angry looking best friend. "What's wrong?" immediately knowing that something was wrong with Opie.
The bearded man stepped around his best friend as he walked into the living room. With another look down the hall, he focused his attention back on his brother. "Op, what the hell's wrong?"
He couldn't tell if he felt more anger or guilt. "I fucked up, man." running a hand over his face before sitting down on the couch.
"How? What did you do?" said Jax, again glancing down the hall. "Keep it down, Abel's asleep."
"I let that sweetbutt Tammy suck my dick."
The VP was actually expecting something much worse. "And? What's got you so angry about that?"
He felt his blood pressure rise as his mind replayed him opening his eyes and seeing her standing there. "Olivia walked in while it was happening."
Handing his stressed out friend a beer, "Where the hell were you and why was Olivia there?"
Downing almost half of the bottled before he responded, "In the kitchen. She was with Hap."
"You worried she'll tell Lyla?"
"You think!" he confessed. "Told her she needed to forget what she saw."
"How'd she respond?"
He let out a sarcastic laugh, "Said not to worry. That it wasn't her place to tell my wife."
"Look man, Hap will make sure she won't say anything, so stop worrying about it. Your brother's got your back." trying his best to reassure him. "I'll make sure of it."
He knew coming here would help ease his mind, but he needed to get home. "Thanks man. Appreciate it." as he gave his best friend a brotherly hug.
"Anytime man." as Jax walked him out. Closing the door behind him, he started to walk back when he saw her standing there.
"Everything okay?" she asked, as she stopped right in front of him.
Shaking his head, "Yeah. Just club stuff." looking at the clock on the wall above the fireplace. "You should probably be heading home now." he said seeing her nod her head in agreement.
As much as she wanted to stay, she knew she couldn't. "Yeah, I should. Thanks again for inviting me over." as she gently touched his arm, before she lightly kissed his lips. "Good night Jax." she said walking into the kitchen to leave through the back door.
***Olivia's***
She pressed start on the dishwasher and closed the door, the only thing left she needed to do was to wipe off the table. Glancing toward the couch, she saw him staring back at her instead of watching the old episode of Cops. Walking back into the kitchen to rinse out the dish cloth, she desperately wanted a stiff drink but knew that wouldn't help the headache that was already starting. Right now she just needed to relax and not worry about something she had no control over. "I'm going to take a hot bath." she said watching as he acknowledged what she said.
Their plan was to actually eat at the restaurant, but after the run in at the clubhouse, she told him she'd rather just get take out and go home. Once they got back to her place he could tell she kept the conversation basic and was avoiding what had happened earlier. Watching as she walked toward her bedroom, he wanted to give her some time and not push her. Walking over to the refrigerator, he grabbed a fresh beer and walked back to his favorite spot on the couch.
She slipped down into the warm water, as it covered her completely over her breasts. "Ahhh" she sighed at how incredible it felt against her tense body, thankful that she had some alone time to herself. Closing her eyes, the scent of lilac washed over her from the candles sitting on the counter. As much as she enjoyed being around him, right now she just couldn't allow herself to savor his presence. Witnessing a married man getting a blow job from a club slut was bad enough, but to hear the same woman openly offer to do the same thing to Happy bothered her even more, to the point it was making her feel nauseous. She lived by a strong set of rules when it came to men, unwilling to ever be the other woman or a dirty secret, not that Happy had a steady woman, but there had been too many blatant examples that she wasn't the only woman he spent time with, and tonight proved beyond a doubt that she could no longer ignore it.
He was about to start watching the third episode of Cops, so he knew she had been in there for over an hour. Grabbing his empty bottle, he walked into the kitchen throwing it away, before he turned and headed toward her bedroom, prepared for her to be in off mode. Happy noticed the room was dark except for the lamp sitting on the far nightstand by the window. Folding his clothes, he placed them on the chaise, now standing in just his black boxers. Looking toward her bathroom, he made his way over, placing his favorite Kimber on the table and headed toward her.
The large bathroom was barely lit, just two candles sitting on the vanity. He stopped letting his eyes adjust as he saw her in the tub, her eyes were closed with her head tilted slighted toward him. From where he was standing, he could only see one knee, where she had one leg bent peeking out of the water. He found it peaceful to just watch her, but the urge to be near her won out. Not wanting to startle her, he walked slowly toward the tub as his eyes traveled down her naked body and back up to her face. Expecting to find her soaking in bubbles, he felt his dick twitch seeing she was just soaking in water, with her body exposed underneath.
She had been quieter than normal throughout the evening after leaving the clubhouse, but he was thankful she hadn't flipped her off switch on him and he was determined to keep it that way. It wasn't odd to him to walk in any room of the clubhouse and find one of his brothers having sex or getting their dick sucked by a crow eater, but he knew it was anything but normal for Olivia. While it didn't bother him, he didn't like that it was bothering her and putting distance between them.
"Olivia."
Hearing her name, she slowly opened her eyes, to find him standing in front of her, wearing only a pair of black fitted boxers, sitting low on his hips. Sliding herself up in the tub, she rolled her neck from side to side feeling the tension still there. "What time is it?" she asked, unsure how long she'd been in there.
"Nine." seeing her shift in the tub, as the water rippled underneath her.
She could still feel the stress in her shoulders as she used her hands to rub her neck. Part of her felt bad for being in there for so long leaving him alone in her condo, but she needed time to herself after what she'd witnessed at the club. While she and Lyla weren't the closest of friends, she couldn't help but feel disgusted and now guilty at walking in on the woman's husband getting a blow job from another woman. Although she agreed that it wasn't her place to tell Lyla, she believed she had a right to know, but it wouldn't come from her. No, the cowardly man she was married to should be the one to tell her. But as much as she felt bad for Lyla, her mind continuously thought about the woman's offer to the man now standing in front of her. Her mind wouldn't let go of wondering if he would have accepted her services had she not been there? Thinking the hot bath would have helped her forget, it hadn't, and now she felt even more stressed.
She looked back up at him as she sat leaning forward in the tub with her arms wrapped around her knees. "Scoot up." he stated, his hands pushing his boxers down, before letting them fall to the tile floor beneath his feet.
Thinking she'd heard him wrong, she knew she hadn't as she watched him drop his boxers onto the floor and stepping out of them. "What are you doing?" as he walked closer, and stepping into the tub behind her. She couldn't help but stare at him as he unashamedly stripped in front of her, as his eyes never left her.
He stepped into the tub, expecting the water to not be as warm as it was. As he eased himself down behind her, she turned watching him as he settled into the hot bath, his legs stretching out on either side of her. Feeling his hands on her upper arms, "Come here," he said, gently pulling her back to him.
They both got comfortable as she leaned back against his chest, her body nestled between his legs and his arms now wrapped around her. For the next few minutes, the two sat in silence, both unsure of what to say, but content on being close to each other.
He found it ironic that for a man who never cared to even talk to a woman, much less hang out with a female, that he couldn't think of anywhere else he'd rather be than where he currently was. With her cradled between his legs, he slowly moved his hands up and down her arms, as her head rested against his shoulder, her face turned toward his. Looking down at her closed eyes, his own scanned down her wet body as he stared at her firm round breasts with the water covering her from her stomach down. He couldn't deny it felt completely natural as he held this woman, pressing a light kiss on her temple, hearing a soft moan slip from her lips.
"Hmmmm" She felt almost like she was floating. His hands had been gently massaging her neck before moving lower, as he now rubbed up and down her arms. The water was still very warm, but the heat coming off his body felt like it was seeping into her own, slowly erasing the tension from her. "This is nice." she whispered, feeling her body relax even more.
Unable to stop himself, his hands moved to her breasts, cupping each one in a hand as he ran his thumbs across her nipples. Although his touch wasn't meant to be sexual, his body had other thoughts, as he could feel his cock becoming increasingly hard, bordering on painful, but this wasn't about his needs. He needed to know what she was thinking.
"You still pissed?" he asked knowing the incident at the clubhouse made her mad, as he continued his massage.
Her eyes opened at his question, still blissfully content at her present situation. "Yes, but I'm going to do what I said and just forget about it."
His hands left her breasts as they traveled back up to her neck, feeling her shift under him, causing his cock to harden even more. "It's Opie's problem to deal with. I get why it bothers you, but it's not our issue." as he paused before going back to rubbing her shoulders, still feeling the tension in her neck.
As much as she didn't like it, she agreed it wasn't her place to tell. "I promise you I won't say anything." as her mind replayed the sweet butt offering her services to Happy.
"What else?" he asked knowing something else was bothering her.
Looking up at him, "What do you mean?" unsure what he meant.
He stared back down at her, determined to get her to confess what else was bothering her. "What else is bothering you?"
It was if he could see her thoughts, although she had no desire to confess what was still troubling her, but knowing the man behind her, she had a feeling he wasn't going to let it go. Closing her eyes as she felt his hands back on her breasts, she hoped that maybe he'd forget, but of course he didn't.
Lowering his lips to touch her ear, "Olivia...what else is bothering you?" his voice a little more demanding.
Deciding to just spit it out, "Just hoping that I didn't keep you from a night with Tammy." silently pleading that he hadn't heard her.
He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't keep the grin off his face. Pulling her closer to him, he let out a groan as her ass pressed against his aching cock. "I'm exactly where I want to be." he confessed, as his hand ran up her thigh.
She hated that she was curious and wanted to know if he knew Tammy on a sexual level. "I just don't want any of your girls to think I'm trying to hog your attention." praying she'd really hadn't just made that statement out loud.
He felt her tense up just like she did the other night when he brought up Sam after she was sent the text message of what she thought was him getting a blow job. Making another mental reminder to revisit that issue, he kept his focus on the current problem at hand. "I don't go anywhere I don't want to go and I can assure you that none of those bitches have ever had my attention." his admission the truth, as he could feel her relax more against him. "But just so we're clear" as he kissed her temple again, "you have my attention."
Repeating his words in her head, she was fighting against herself to not fall down the rabbit hole. Her analytical mind was telling her that they were currently naked together in her bath tub and he was thinking with his lower brain, which she could feel, but her gut and normally hidden heart were pushing her to trust him. Turning her head, she looked up at him, finding him staring back at her. Even with knowing he was an outlaw biker, had a criminal record that probably out rivaled her brother's and the seemingly endless parade of women who constantly reminded her that she was just his current fuck buddy, she simply couldn't help herself.
He had fought off his need to have her long enough as he lowered his lips toward hers. In his adult life, there was only two things he had ever felt the need for; his relationship with his mom and his club, but she was slowly increasing that number. Lightly kissing her full lips, he used his left arm to pull turn her more into him as his other hand slid slowly down her body, stopping dangerously close to her center. Lazily running his fingers across her inner thigh, he felt her shift herself, causing his dick to throb. Hesitantly he broke their kiss, to ask her a question.
"Can I have you?" he whispered watching as she licked her lips as his hand lightly stroked her center, earning him a soft moan from her.
Again, she found herself unable to deny his request or her desire for him. Feeling his fingers stroke her, she raised her hand to cup his face, pulling him back down and kissed him.
Her kissing him was all the answer he needed. They both seemed content in their position, so he reached between them and freed his cock which now rested happily at her core, then began to tease her as he moved back and forth between her folds. She felt his hands everywhere, from massaging her breasts to teasing her where she so wanted him to be inside of.
"Happppy." She half moaned, pleading with him to stop teasing her.
He couldn't hold out any longer. Keeping her tight against him, he reached down taking his rock hard cock in his hand and stroked her a few more times, before he slowly pushed inside of her. It amazed him each time at how incredibly tight she was, and the water did nothing to help it. Breaking the kiss, he wanted to watch as he inched deeper inside of her, growling as he felt her pulling him in. After a few more agonizing thrusts, he was fully inside, as he felt her arch her back off him, causing him to slip even further into her. Looking down at her , she had her eyes closed, her right arm was hooked around his neck as if to anchor her while the other hand gripped onto his thigh. He wanted to kiss her senseless but in this position he was mesmerized at watching his cock go in and out of her.
His movements were painstakingly slow, but the feeling all but overwhelmed her. She could feel him fully inside of her, at the same time his fingers stroked her in the same rhythm as his cock. With his left arm wrapped around her, cupping her breast, he eased them up so he was sitting with her on his lap, her back pressed firmly against his chest.
In this new position, he felt himself bottom out in her. Closing his eyes, he rested his head on her shoulder needing a second to compose himself as he felt her insides starting to squeeze him. He could feel her breath on his neck as she started rolling her hips. Facing away from him, she slowly rode him as he continued to thrust up into her, an orgasm fast approaching her.
Happy was on the verge of exploding but he wanted to feel her shatter around him. He could tell by her moans she was close, so he stroked her clit a little harder and was instantly rewarded with her cumming on him, triggering his own inside of her. Even in water he could feel her slickness covering him, the feeling causing him to stay hard inside of her. Not able to move yet, he leaned back against the back of the tub with her still laying on him and his dick still buried deep inside, as they both worked to get the breathing back to normal.
...twenty minutes later
She walked out of her extra large walk in closet still wrapped in a towel. Heading toward her dresser, she noticed him oddly staring at her nightstand. She pulled out a pair of cotton cheeky panties and slipped them on as he continued to have a staring contest with the piece of furniture.
"What's wrong?"
His head turned toward her the second he heard her voice. "Nothing." he replied bluntly, giving a quick glance back at the nightstand, before refocusing his attention back on her as she walked past him toward her closet. "How many you got?" his curiosity getting the better of him.
Peaking her head out of her favorite room, "How many what?" not having a clue what he was talking about.
He wanted to know but he didn't want to know. Pointing toward the top drawer, "You know."
No, she didn't know. "Happy, what are you talking about?" standing a few feet from him in her latest Victoria Secret purchase.
Fast becoming irritated at himself and his own damn question, he stood up quickly off the bed again pointing at the nightstand. "THAT! How many do you have?" his voice raised, seeing confusion written all over her face.
"How many..." she didn't get the question out before he cut her off.
"Sex toys! How many do you have?" now feeling utterly stupid for asking her, as he ran a hand over his face.
Shocked and stunned. Out of all the questions he could have asked her, this was completely unexpected. Taking note of his uncharacteristically anguished face, she finally found her voice.
"Why are you asking me about sex toys?" his question still coming out of left field.
They were standing about five feet apart, as he stood shirtless in just his black lounge pants. "All women have 'em so how many you got?"
He literally looked like he was in pain. "First of all I'm not sure it's accurate to say that all women have them and who told you this?"
"Juice."
She was desperately fighting to keep the grin off her face. "I know I don't know Juice that well, but I wouldn't think of him as an expert on women and sex toys." laughing out loud a little. "Tig maybe." she added seeing the man in front of her didn't think it was funny.
Tilting his head, "You still didn't answer my question. How many do you have?" growing impatient by the second.
Using the word adorable to describe Happy was laughable but she couldn't help it. Thinking back to their earlier conversation in his dorm room, she felt it was appropriate to tease him back. "One." seeing his eye brows raise in shock. "Just one, but it has attachments."
"Attachments?"
She had him hook, line and sinker. "Yeah. It actually has four attachments." becoming distracted staring at the half naked man in front of her.
His anger was rising, "How often do you use it?" again not sure he wanted to know the answer. Why the fuck was she using sex toys? Did he not satisfy her needs?
"Actually daily as of late." internally pleading with herself to keep from smiling.
He wasn't sure what he was currently feeling, but it wasn't good. "Seriously?" he questioned, the disgust present in his tone.
Although they'd shared more serious talks lately, each divulging personal information to each other, she still wasn't sure how far she could taunt him. Taking a cautious step toward him, she began her explanation. "Yes, I have been using it every day." now standing just inches from him. "I actually used it just recently tonight" as she ran her hands up his muscular arms, her eyes followed the snake on his chest as their bodies lightly touched each other. "I'd even be up to using it again."
He was trying to not get off the topic at hand but her closeness was proving it to be difficult. He could tell she was being coy with him, so he decided to metaphorically rip the band-aid off and find out for himself. Reaching around her, he pulled open the drawer of the nightstand to find a flashlight, phone charger and her Ipad. Tired of the runaround, he closed it, then looked down at her. "So where is it?"
Again, she waited a few seconds before she responded. "Right in front of me." the smirk instantly showing on her face as she watched it finally click in his head at what she meant.
In front of her, kept looping through his brain seeing her grinning back at him as he realized why she was smiling. "Me?"
Her laughter was infectious as she heard him growl lowly back at her. "Yes, you." she confirmed feeling him pull her into his arms.
An odd wave of relief rushed through him, "Don't believe you. I don't have attachments." he responded.
Shaking her head, "Oh, but you do." as her hands caressed his chest, then running them down his arms. "Here is one." as her left hand ran down his right arm, "Number two." mimicking the same movement with her right hand down his left arm. "Number three." as she stood on her tip toes kissing him deeply. "And number four." as she slipped her hand into his pants, firmly grabbing his manhood, looking back up at him through her thick lashes.
"Olivia..." he moaned enjoying the feel of her hand slowly stroking him.
"Yes?"
Staring down at her, "So I'm your sex toy?"
Continuing her movements with her hand, "Only if you want to be." she stated, watching his eyes soften before his lips covered hers.
...forty-five minutes later
After another hot round of sex, they laid silently in her bed as he slowly stroked up and down her spine, something that had become a nightly ritual. He knew she was almost asleep as her hand found it usual spot on his chest. He had never been this intimate with someone, having never had the desire or want to be this close to anyone, but with the sexy woman who was currently tucked into his side with her leg resting in between his, he didn't feel suffocated or fearful...just a calm peace. Glancing down at the her, he quickly pushed his new found feelings to a secure place in his mind, as a devilish grin took over.
"Olivia?" he whispered remembering something he wanted to tell her, getting no response. "Baby..." as he kissed her forehead, feeling her move slightly.
"Hmm."
"I'll be your sex toy." he whispered, as he tightened his arms around her.