A Happy Coincidence

Chapter 18

That peaceful existence lasted for a few weeks. Rory's work load was getting better, fewer cheating men and more jobs she could really strengthen and expand her skills doing. Her favorite so far was breaking into a house to requisition the goods previously stolen from her client's residence. It was illegal and exciting but she still felt like she was doing some good. It didn't matter that it was only truly proper in a Robin Hood type way, she loved it. She could tell Happy's business, although he didn't ever talk about it, was smooth if only by his attitude.

Things were going too well.

It was just after two in the morning when she sauntered into Happy's. Whoever was done 'work' first, went to their own home and the other met later usually with take out, liquor or both. The TV illuminated his face as she pulled off her black hat, freeing her hair, and kissed the top of his bald head.

"Hey."

"Hey. How was the job?"

"Fun. I got it all back and dropped it at storage. I'm meeting with the owner tomorrow."

"What'd you get to eat?"

"I didn't get anything. I'm not hungry." As she walked through the house Rory stripped out of her black skintight, breaking and entering ensemble. "Let's work up an appetite and I'll take you to breakfast."

Running up the steps after her, Happy spun Rory around and kissed her, crushing her against the bedroom door. She yelped as her head knocked against the wood and his cold, SAMCRO belt buckle pressed against her bare skin. His hands roamed her nearly naked body with an eagerness Rory loved, she'd never felt sexier than when she was with him.

They stumbled into the bedroom as she turned the knob but their lips never even separated. They kissed in the center of the room while Happy caressed her favorite and most sensitive areas. She jumped on the bed with a giggle and come hither stare as he quickly undressed.

Happy grabbed her ankles and pulled her back to the edge of the mattress. "Where are you going?" He asked in a dark tone as she tried to shimmy away playfully.

"You have to catch me."

Yanking her closer, Happy then grabbed Rory's hips and flipped her, laying her out on her belly. "Got you." He leaned over, his lips moving against her hair as he spoke. "You're gonna take it." He said squeezing her ass, his fingers moving teasingly between her thighs. "You can fuck over whoever you want for work but I'm gonna be the one fucking you. You're gonna take it," he repeated. Looking back at him over her shoulder, a few blonde strands of hair sticking to her lips, Rory grinned devilishly.

"Then give it to me, Killa."

Happy lifted her hips, positioning her to kneel and entered her fully with one movement. She gasped and moaned, fingers tangling in the sheets as he built up a steady, strong rhythm. Even while completely focused on the feel of Rory, he heard the creaking of the steps. Cautiously, his eyes fell on his gun sitting on the night stand. They were both facing the door but her head was buried in the sheets with her muffled moans providing the intruder with their exact location. Happy moved faster, more forcefully, with a smile on his lips as the bedroom door inched open. Still moving inside Rory he reached over, grabbing his gun, and shot the intruder without missing a thrust. He didn't need to see the bruised face of Eric to confirm what he already suspected. No matter who it was though, Happy would have reacted the same.

"Jesus Christ." She shrieked, crawling away from Happy and blindly covering herself with the sheet. "What happened?" Following Happy's eyes she leaned over to see Eric bleeding out from a massive chest wound.

"He probably followed you back." Happy said, completely at ease although annoyed he hadn't finished before she pulled away. "I told you, and him, if he came back I'd kill him."

Her face twisted, angry and disgusted by his cold words as she scrambled to the floor. "Eric?" She touched his face but he was already dead. "He's dead. He's fucking dead, Hap."