The Final Ride

Chapter 4

"Shut that fucking dog up, Hap, I swear to Christ."

The words were muffled by the pillow but Happy knew what she was complaining about. He shouted out the bedroom door at the dog and turned back to Rory.

"You just gonna stay in bed all day?" Happy grumbled.

"I'm hungover as fuck," she croaked as she rolled over to look at him. "I'm calling out, mom is taking a sick day."

Happy rolled his eyes as he dressed for the day. "Lucky you got Agatha here."

"Lucky me," Rory hissed.

"I thought you had a job last night?" He watched her reaction in the mirror. "But you came home fucked up. How's that work?"

"I was still pissed about Tig," she explained. "So I killed the shit out of that bitch and drank myself stupid."

Happy was satisfied with her answer and her body language. "Yeah, well maybe the kid is better off in the long run. I'm not a fucking saint but Tig ain't any better."

"It's not the point," Rory sniffled. "It's so far from the point."

"Make it the point," he snapped, tired of her moping over Tig.

She knew that although his reaction was heightened because of what had happened between her and Tig he was still right. "Yeah," Rory sat up. "I'm sorry. I just feel bad for him."

"The kid will be fine, he'll forget about him."

"And you'll be his positive make role model?" Rory asked timidly. "He needs a father figure, Hap."

"I'm good with that," he swallowed down some bitterness. "Ain't his fault and all that."

Chomper was still barking at the far end of the hallway and Rory had little patience left. "If that dog doesn't stop soon, I swear to god."

"Swear to god what?" Happy laughed at her. "You ain't gonna do shit. You love him."

"I do but I despise the barking."

Happy gazed at her, completely naked aside from her underwear, as she dragged her feet across their bedroom toward the bathroom for a shower. He was already dressed but he followed her anyway.

"I just wanna pin you against that fucking wall."

"Then do-"

"MOM!" Emma screamed from the stairwell.

Rory groaned, "I just wanted a good fuck."

"Five minutes," he bellowed before turning Rory around, standing behind her, and pushing her against the vanity. "Look," he gestured to the mirror as he slipped his hand inthe front of her panties. "I want you to see what I see when we fuck."

"Happy," she said bashfully as he began to caress her. His middle finger moved teasingly in a swift circular motion.

"Don't act innocent." He held her face. "Watch."

Leaning her head on his chest Rory did as he told her and watched her expression change. Happy could feel how wet she was, her slickness tortured him as he moved her closer and closer to orgasm.

"I'm gonna fuck you tomorrow tonight," he growled into her ear. "This is just to get you through the run until I can bend you over." His teeth dug into her neck, eliciting a gasp and a whimper from Rory. "You're gonna think of me all day and all goddamn night."

His arm moved to hold Rory tight around her waist as her knees buckled beneath her. "God, I will. Even your fucking fingers are amazing."

"Watch," he whispered into her neck his lips suckling her skin. She moaned his name quietly, the flood of pleasure she'd been waiting for finally taking hold and rendering her weak in his arms. "See how beautiful you are, Ror? My fucking gorgeous queen."