Sins of the Father

Chapter Twenty-Nine

When Mercy emerged from the bathroom, it was to find the bedroom aglow from the flames of dozens of red rose-scented candles. The bed wasn't covered in cliché rose petals, but the cotton sheets had been replaced by ones of black satin. A CD player had been set up on the dresser and played some soft rock music that she wasn't interested enough to pay attention to. On the dresser was a silver ice bucket holding a bottle of pink champagne. That gave her pause.

"It's only pink because Jax's is an immature little dick." Happy sat at the foot of the bed, shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer shorts and holding two long-stem glasses in his hand. "I shouldn't have asked for his help. This isn't out of line, is it, baby girl?"

Mercy smiled. "Totally," she couldn't help but joke. "I came out here wearing nothing but a towel and a smile because I didn't want anything to happen tonight." She stepped closer and accepted the glass that he offered her.

"Yeah, about that, you tryin' to fucking kill me, little girl?" He ran the hand that wasn't holding a glass over his face.

"Well, murder does run in my blood," she joked morbidly before they downed their glasses and cast them aside.

Happy chuckled deeply before moving to lean back against the bed's headboard. "Get your sexy little ass up here," he ordered gruffly.

Mercy complied, moving to straddle his waist. She was well aware of her state of undress and really not caring. She leaned down to kiss him as Happy's hands explored her body over the top of her towel.

They stayed that way for a while, sharing slow, sensual kisses as their hands wandered. Finally, Happy gently pushed her away. "Can I, baby?" His hand reached for the knot at the top of her towel.

Biting her lip, Mercy nodded.

Happy's hands were gentle as he undid the knot and pushed the towel off her. Mercy couldn't help but feel a little proud when he sucked in a breath when she was revealed to him, even though it wasn't the first time he'd seen her naked. She felt the unmistakable evidence of his arousal pressing against her center and couldn't help the little moan that escaped her lips.

Happy quickly flipped them so that he was on top, nestled between her thighs. "You're the most beautiful woman that I've ever seen." He rubbed his nose against hers.

Mercy blushed and averted her gaze.

Happy leaned up, planting his hands on either side of her head on the mattress. "None of that shit, little girl. Open your eyes," he commanded.

Mercy obeyed just as one of his hands slowly traveled down her body. His hand briefly stopped to squeeze one full breast before moving down her stomach and stopping between her legs. His rather talented fingers found her clit and began slowly rubbing circles. "I wanted to fucking take you on top of the counter at the diner the day that I first saw you...and it wasn't the day you first saw me, baby girl."

Mercy reached down and grabbed his wrist, prompting him to stop what he was doing between her legs. "Explain," she ordered.

Happy smirked and returned to his earlier position, with both hands beside her head, caging her in. "About a month before we met face to face, I was in the diner with a few of the guys. You were cleaning barstools, and it was fucking busy as shit. You never saw me. The second time I came by, the only reason we stopped was because the place was a ghost town, and you were alone."

Mercy grinned and bit her bottom lip. Happy never talked this much. She wasn't going to try and stop him.

Happy leaned down and softly kissed her before he continued. "I haven't been with another chick since I first saw you. I was fucking obsessed with making you mine. You're all I've ever fucking wanted or will ever want. I love you more than my own goddamned life. Now can I get to showing you?"

A speechless Mercy nodded.

Show her Happy did, twice, before the night was over and over again after the sun had come up.