While she had agreed to go to her father's private island, Opie could still tell that his wife was unhappy about it. He decided to try and talk to her about it later that evening when they were at home alone. He found Avery in her bedroom, packing with a sour look on her face.
"Do you want to talk about it, baby girl?" Opie took a seat on the bed, next to the suitcase she was packing.
"I just really thought that when I left Port Charles and married you that I was done with that stupid fucking island," her voice broke.
"Come here, baby." Opie pulled her over to stand between his legs. He brought his hands up to rest on her full hips. "You've been to the island a lot, huh?"
Avery nodded. "It looks like paradise, but it feels like a prison."
"I'm sorry your previous trips sucked," he spoke soothingly to her. "But this time, you have something you didn't have last time."
She gave him an inquisitive look.
"This time, you'll have your old man with you." He pushed her gently to get her to take a step back. Then he got to his feet and moved the suitcase from the bed to the floor. Then he instructed Avery to lay on the bed.
"Daddy, I have to finish packing," she protested weakly as she lay on the bed.
"We're not leaving until tomorrow night." He pulled his t-shirt over his head and smirked when Avery bit her lip. His wife was the best thing that had ever happened to his confidence. "I'll help you pack in the morning." He proceeded to strip down to his boxers before crawling onto the bed to join her.
Avery didn't put up much of a fight when Opie helped her undress down to her panties. Before her belly made resting between her legs awkward, Opie lay beside her and started stroking her thigh as he nibbled on her neck. After a minute or two, he finally spoke. "I promise to make that island feel like paradise if it's the last thing I do, baby girl. I won't let you have time to sit and think. We'll go swimming, play with Abel on the beach, and I'll fuck you anywhere and any way you want me to until I've erased all the bad memories." He smirked when he saw her shiver.
"You do not play fair," Avery moaned when his hand relocated to explore between her legs. "You better live up to your word, Daddy."
"I will, I promise." He pumped his fingers inside her.
"And you have to give me a preview right now." Avery was panting.
"You got it, baby girl." With that, he stole her lips in a bruising kiss.
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Teen Mom: SAMCRO Edition
FanfictionA few too many drinks at a wedding and one hot sister of the bride later and Opie finds himself in trouble. The only question is who's going to kill him first - his best friend (and Avery's brother-in-law), Jax, or his new father-in-law, Sonny Corin...
