Lunch Break

Happy Lowman x Reader (GIF isn’t mine) . . . SMUT!! . . .

“Hap..” you breathed, your chest rising and falling rapidly with excitement as your lover pinned you against the wall. “Hap, aren’t you afraid of getting caught?” you whispered, trying to focus on anything but his lips on your throat as he grunted in response and his teeth scratched your skin. “I’m not afraid of anything,” he growled, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor and join both of your shirts. “Happy if someone–” “–Fine.” Happy huffed, cutting you off and stepping away from you, “I’m gonna go back to work then.” He knelt down to pick up his shirt, but you reached out to him. “No! Wait.” He stopped, smirking at you. “I just meant… Maybe we could go somewhere that isn’t in the middle of the garage?” Happy surveyed the garage and the parking lot. It was lunch time so everyone had scattered but he knew how you felt about sex in public. It wasn’t that you were against it, it was just that you had two family members in the MC: Piney, and Opie, your dad and brother, who would completely lose it to see you getting it on with your boyfriend in the middle of the Teller-Morrow garage. “Come here,” he ordered, grabbing your shirt and tossing it to you for you to put on and picking up your bra, holding it in one hand as he took your hand in his other and began to haul you across the lot towards the clubhouse.

You smiled as he pulled you across the bar room floor and into the back hallway, walking down to the empty guest room and leading you inside. As soon as he shut the door behind you he threw your bra aside and his shirt came off again, the tattoos and muscles of his arms, chest, and abs on full display as he stepped to you. 

You pulled your shirt off over your head, lazily draping your arms around his neck as you pressed your lips against his, slipping your tongue inside his mouth while he walked you backwards towards the bed. He tossed you onto the mattress when the back of your legs hit the bed, and still standing at the foot of it, he began to take off his jeans, prompting you to shimmy yours off as well. You kicked your panties off and quickly crawled to the edge of the bed, waiting for Happy’s boxers to drop so you could greet his erection with a kiss. You placed your lips around the tip, sucking gently and looking up at your man whose eyes were closed, jaw clenched tightly, his hands weaving into your hair as you pulled more of him into your mouth. He groaned with satisfaction as you began to bob your head back and forth, taking in as much of him as you could before pulling back and doing it again.

Suddenly he gripped your hair tighter, pulling you off of him and up to his mouth, kissing you quickly before shoving you back onto the bed.

He climbed across the mattress to settle down over the top of you, one hand wrapping around your throat while the other was affixed to your hip. He ground his hips against your core, his thumb rubbing the skin on your neck as he watched you breathe slowly under the pressure of his hand. He smiled devilishly before kissing you harshly, holding you down against the sheets and putting his full weight on you. He kissed across your mouth and over to your ear, biting on outside of it as he continued to grind against your core. “How do you want it,” he asked you quietly, his breath hot against your skin. “However you want me, Daddy,” you toyed back at him, playfully biting your bottom lip when he leaned up to look at you.

A low chuckle emanated from his chest as he flipped you over, face down, pulling your hips up so you were on your knees with your ass in the air. He leaned forward, kissing and biting your left ass cheek, delivering a slap to your right which made you squeal.

He pulled away, and you turned to look back at him as he studied your center, pumping himself in his hand and reaching forward to run a finger through your folds. “You’re so wet, you little slut,” he grinned, slapping you on the ass again and pressing himself against you. He rubbed the tip of his penis across your core a few times teasingly before he pushed into you, forcing a gasp to escape your throat. As you started to move to ease the discomfort he leaned over your back, his hands pressing your shoulders against the mattress, “Don’t run,” he growled, and you nodded in response as he began thrusting into you, slowly speeding up to the fast pace you had become accustomed to. “Fuck, Happy..” you moaned, reaching between your legs to rub yourself, feeling your climax approaching. “You like that baby girl?” He asked, moving to hold your hips as he thrusted into you harder, his breathing becoming unsteady just as you went over the edge, seeing stars as Happy fucked you through your orgasm and coming undone right after you, pulling out to spill his seed on your ass and back. “Well that was a good break,” you turned over and smiled as he collapsed on top of you, wrapping his tattooed arms around you. “Yes it was,” he affirmed with a sigh. “We should make afternoon quickies a regular thing,” you joked. “Agreed,” he rasped, kissing you once again.

Yall!

I'm looking for a HAPPY LOWMAN imagine. The reader is getting a tattoo from him at a tattoo shop and they end up having sex in the room where she is getting her tattoo. One of the other Sons is in it as a friend of the reader. Who wrote it!? I'm looking myself but if any of yall know, tell me! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

"Consequences" Happy Lowman x Reader (GIF isn't mine) . . . "Fuck me? Fuck you!" Happy spat, stomping out of the house and slamming the door. Another fight about him not opening up to her, not showing her his feelings and not telling her what he's doing with the club. It was always the same, she asked him questions he refused to answer, he came onto her and she let him, they fucked, she asked him more questions, he got up to leave so he didn't have to answer them, she called him a pussy, he got pissed off and called her a bitch, and then they would yell expletives at each other until he was out of earshot. He would leave and would spend a few days at the clubhouse, filling his nights by downing enough liquor to float himself to Mexico and then burying himself balls deep in a croweater. This cycle ended when one of them gave in and finally texted, asking if he could come over. His phone buzzed on the night stand the next morning and he jolted awake, a skinny blonde was resting against his shirtless chest and he shook her awake, "Hey..." he grumbled, an attempt at a whisper. She woke up, smiling at him and he gave her a half a smirk before pulling his arm back to himself, leaning down and kissing her as she settled back on a pillow on the opposite side of the bed. He stood up, walking to the restroom to piss while opening the message from her. 'Hap, come back. I'm sorry.' her first message read, he looked through the others, more of the same, until he opened the picture message she sent this morning and he almost pissed on the floor. She had sent him a pic of her playing with herself, one finger sunk deep within her core, her juices glistening on her soft and warm skin. He growled, hitting the call button and lifting the phone to his ear. "You up?" he spoke as she quietly answered the phone. "I'm on my way." he spoke again before hanging up and stripping his boxers off, stepping in the shower to wash last night's lay off his skin before dressing and quietly ducking out of the room. He pulled up to her house and parked, trampling the grass as he cut across the yard, not bothering to use the pathway up to the door. He rang the bell and waited a second or two before he began furiously knocking and then banging on the door. She opened the door, an annoyed expression on her face, practically glaring at him, as she placed her hands on her hips, "Who the hell do you think you are Happy Lo--" she began but he cut her off by pushing her inside the house, slamming the door shut before he grabbed her shirt and ripped it off over her head to reveal her bare breasts. He smashed his lips against hers but pulled away quickly. "You were teasing me," he rasped as he yanked her pajama bottoms down and she stepped out of them fully exposing herself to him. "There are consequences for that." He pressed his lips into hers again unbuttoning his own jeans and letting them fall as he shrugged out of his shirt and kutte all at once. He kicked his boots and jeans off and she hooked her fingers in the waistband of his boxers, smiling and biting her lip as she stared into his dark, devilish eyes. She pulled them down, freeing his dick as it sprung forth. He grunted as she grasped his shaft with both hands and he threw his head back, clenching his jaw. She leaned forward to kiss and suck on his collarbone as she jacked him off, but after just a few moments he pulled away from her, turning her around quickly and pulling her back against his chest. He bent down, palming his thick cock and guiding it into her entrance from behind, thrusting roughly upward, forcing a gasp to radiate from her chest and throat. He pounded her from behind, one arm wrapped around her body just under her breasts as the other held her hip, pulling her flush against him. Stroking into her like he would lose her if he fucked slowly, her screams and moans filled the house and he used his long deep thrusts to push her to orgasm. Her breasts were bouncing up and down while his dick pounded in and out, hitting the deepest parts of her and making her knees weak. He leaned forward, biting her ear and holding it between his teeth, his panting breaths brushing against her face as he began to shake, squeezing her body tightly as he came with one last violent and intense thrust. He stuck and held still while he emptied himself into her - Fuck the consequences - she was the best he ever had.

“Chasing Waterfalls”

Happy x Reader (GIF isn’t mine) . . .

"Hap, come on, we've been walking for an hour," you groaned, chasing behind him and pouting as he grunted in reply to you and tromped through the woods, trees that were hundreds of years old littered the area and left very little room for light to shine through. 

Even though it was midday, easily 105 degrees outside and you were at a cool and shady 85 as you meandered around behind him, you were still complaining because when you asked Happy to take you on a date, this wasn't what you had in mind. 

He led the way, his black SAMCRO bag with the skeleton on the top mocking you with every sweaty step you took, your own backpack heavy on your shoulders. 

You were looking down, watching your boots as you took step after step, army ants and leaves crunching under your feet when you ran into something blocking the once clear path ahead of you. It was Happy, of course, stopping abruptly and causing you to nearly trample him. "Happy what the fuck I almo--" you stopped as your eyes carried your gaze ahead of him. An honest to goodness waterfall! "Wow..." you spoke. "I know," his deep voice rasped as he pulled his bag off his shoulders and set it down. He took your hand in his, squeezing it and making you look at him as he smiled down at you. "How did you find this?" you gasped, looking around at the beauty. It was almost as if it had been untouched, allowed to exist undisturbed since the beginning of time. It was amazing. Happy didn't answer you, which wasn't uncommon. You asked a lot of questions that went mostly unanswered by him. Sometimes you caught it and pressed him on it until he did answer you, usually angrily, sometimes you pressed him and he didn't budge, and even still, sometimes you never realized he had ignored you and he got away scot free.

You noticed this time.

It was hard to break your gaze away from the beautiful sight in front of you, but you turned to look at him. He avoided your eye contact and you pressed him, "Hap... What were you doing to come upon this place?" you asked again and he started walking towards the water away from you, not speaking still. "Happy Lowman!" you shouted, scaring off some birds in the trees nearby and he stopped walking. Happy took a deep breath in and breathed it out before turning to you, the look in his eyes saying he did not want to tell you the answer to the question. Somehow you already knew before he said anything what his answer would be. Your jaw dropped as he looked at you with his puppy dog eyes that said 'I really don't want to do this' and you scoffed, folding your arms in front of you. "You did not--" you began and he interrupted you, "--Baby I know, I know but it was just too pretty not to show you." You let out a frustrated chuckle and shook your head dropping your backpack off your shoulders, sticking your tongue out to lick across your bottom lip before sucking it in your mouth and clamping your teeth down. "I can't believe you. You are a piece of work Happy Lowman. Where are they buried? Right under my feet?"

"No!" he defended, furrowing his brows, "Over there..." he pointed to a clearing about 50 yards away and you scoffed again, throwing your hands up in the air, "Well at least you had the decency to spare me half a football field!" you smiled, not a happy smile, but one that showed you were beyond frustrated with your man. 

Happy started walking back towards you as you began to rant, "Seriously Happy I don't know where you get off thinking it's okay to bring me back to the scene of crime you committed! You know I don't have any illusions about what you do but I don't want to be involve--" Happy grabbed your face and crushed his lips against yours. Suddenly the stress of being right up on a burial ground didn't bother you too much and you relaxed in his grip, his hands sliding down to your shoulders, down your arms and to your waist. He gripped your hips and pulled you tightly to him, his pelvis pressing against yours as his lips and tongue worked against you, moving down to your neck. He broke away from your neck, reaching down and rifling through his bag to pull out a thick blanket you insisted he pack for your picnic. He laid the blanket out on the ground, looking back up to you and pointing. "Sit," he ordered and you raised a brow at him, being defiant on purpose to give him a hard time. His eyes darkened as he realized you weren't going to follow his orders. This was a game he enjoyed playing. He stepped to you, leaning into you and kissing you again, this time with more force, before he lifted you with ease, making you wrap your arms and legs around him as he stepped back to the blanket and knelt down with you, laying you out on the blanket and settling himself between your legs. You moaned as the heat between your thighs heightened and you lifted your hips up to grind against him. He broke from your kiss, staring into your eyes and pressing his forehead against yours, flashing you a wicked smile, knowing he had you right where he wanted you. His forehead still pressed against yours, he looked down between your bodies and snaked his arm in between the two of you, grasping you between your legs, his fingers pressing against your ass and his thumb bearing down on your core through your jeans. You moaned and squirmed under his touch and he chuckled, looking back into your eyes. "You want it?" he smirked, already knowing the answer. You bit your lip and stared back into his eyes, nodding your head at him and he immediately went to work on your jeans, unbuttoning and tugging them down before turning his attention to his own belt and fly. He ran a finger through your folds, already knowing you were soaking wet and didn't need any help. He basked in the fact that just a kiss and the idea of him taking you down would make the want inside you come out in full force. He licked his lips as he looked over you, pumping himself in his hand a few times before pushing inside you with force, causing a loud gasp to escape your throat. Your hands wrapped around his neck, your fingers sliding underneath the collar of his tee shirt to dig into his back as he thrusted roughly inside you, grunting each time he entered you. He pushed into you and stilled himself inside, pulling away from you and pulling the front of his shirt up over his head to expose his chiseled abs and chest, littered with outlaw tattoos. He knew you loved running your fingers down his body while he fucked you, and he smiled as your eyes lit up at the sight of his skin, reaching to run your fingertips gently over his body. 

Your touch riled him up even more, as he set a new, quicker pace. The moans and groans the two of you made and the sound of the cascading water from the fall yards away were the only noises that could be heard.

He pulled out of you, grabbing one of your legs at the knee and flipping you over, wasting no time in pushing back into you, but stopping once he was inside and moving his hips from side to side while in you, stretching you further. You clutched the blanket underneath you tightly in your fists as Happy's dick explored parts of your body that only he knew, pushing you over the edge and making you call out his name. He pressed his hands down against your lower back, holding you to the ground as he pounded into you with furor, causing you to jump and crawl away from him but he pulled you back and held you still, leaning over your body to your ear, where his breath tickled your senses as he let out one last groan before collapsing on top of you, pulling out and releasing his seed on the blanket below. "So..." he kissed your shoulder, "you sure the dead bodies bother you?" he chuckled as he placed small kisses down your spine.

Need Your Help Choosing...

In the mood to write this guy...

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1. Happy x Reader - going Hiking 2. Happy x Reader - sending sexy pictures 3. Happy x Reader - walking in on him changing Just let me know with an ASK (no comments please they’re too hard to keep track of and for some reason tumblr doesn’t notify me when you comment) or a REBLOG which you want. 

1 / Hiking 2 / Sexting 3 / Changing

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"Waking up Happy" SMUT! Happy Lowman x Reader (GIFs aren't mine) . . . You knew the dangers of startling your man awake. You had gotten one or two unintentional jabs to the ribs from the Killer when you first started out together. Quickly you learned that there were only two ways to wake your man up. The first way was from far away, shouting or tossing something at him, yeah it still startled him but you weren't in the danger zone so it worked. The second way was for when you had a little more time, like today, with the method you were currently employing.... You pulled the blankets over your head and slid to his side gently. He slept on his back, thankfully, because this would be difficult if he didn't. You always started out kissing his hips and abdomen, which were typically unclothed and just above the waistband of his boxer briefs, before moving to kiss over the top of the cloth separating you from his jewels. You stroked him through the fabric, his body responding to you perfectly, even in his sleep, as his member began to spring to life. Finally, when he started to fidget a little and you knew he was only partially asleep, you tugged his boxers down, releasing his cock from its cotton prison and flattening your tongue against the underside, licking a long stripe up to the tip. You pulled the blankets down so both your bodies were exposed to the chilly air in your home and you sucked just the tip of him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around as you noticed by the low growl in his throat that his wet dream had begun. You smiled and started a shallow rhythm, sucking just a couple inches in and out as your hands were fixed to his sides, when you finally coaxed a moan from your lover you began to take him into your mouth deeper, sucking him in as far as you could, his dick pressing against the furthest reaches of your throat and you held him there, gently pressing against him and flexing your muscles in your mouth to massage his shaft. He was beginning to wake up, when you started your rhythm again, sucking him in and out while you trailed your hand down his body and secured a soft grip around his balls, gently pulling and rubbing them as his hands came to life. They fastened themselves to the back of your head and grasped your hair as he pushed your mouth down on him and you smiled, continuing to blow him the way he was asking you to as he groaned at the stimulation. "(Y/N)," he panted, writhing underneath you and signaling he was finally completely awake and you smiled against him again, deep throating him a couple times while his hands guided you down. "Mmm God damn baby," he groaned as he squirmed, releasing your head and gripping the sheets beneath him as he thrusted his hips forward, his breathing desperate and shallow, you knew he was close to his release. You pulled your mouth off of him for a moment, pressing a kiss into his tip and whispering against the sensitive skin, "Come for me baby," as he tossed his head back and you sucked him into your mouth some more, your pace quick and firm while he let his moans fill the air. His stomach and leg muscles began to spasm under you as his dick convulsed, spilling his seed into your mouth which you drank up with fervor. His eyes finally opened and his dark lust-filled irises stared down at you as you licked the last drop of cum from his cock and smiled at him, pushing yourself up to sit back on your feet and wipe your mouth, staring back at him with a grin across your face. "I swear I love you," he growled, lunging forward and grabbing you to pull you on top of him as you giggled. He smashed his lips against yours, kissing you deeply before pulling away, tossing you on the bed beside him and climbing over you, "Now it's your turn."

Like I’m Never Gonna See You Again

Part two of “So Hott” Happy x OC SMUT!!!

He found his previous spot taken by some peckerwood getting a lapdance. What he really wanted to do is yank him up out of his place, but he checked himself because he had promised to stay at the club until close. He instead settled for a corner booth, ducked off away from everyone else and waited. One more hour and then he would see where this night took him. That hour passed incredibly slowly, but he passed the time amusing himself by staring her down and waiting for her to glance his way. When she did and realized he was already looking at her she got anxious and quickly turned her head, blushing. This was his favorite game tonight.... so far.

When the lights came up and the stragglers started ambling out, he stayed put in his corner and watched as she started putting things away, wiping down the bar top and sweeping. She called out to the guy that managed the place and spoke to him for a couple minutes. He could tell they were talking about him because the guy kept looking over at him when she spoke and he took that as a sign to step out. He finished off his beer and stood up, walking out to his bike and pulling it around back to where her truck was. She was just walking outside to meet him so he pulled his bike up next to her truck and killed the engine, kicking down the kickstand and stepping off the bike before turning sideways and leaning back against the seat, arms folded across his chest. She walked up to him as he stared at her, "Hey Mr. Irony," she winked. "Your boyfriend in there let you go for the night?" he scoffed. She chuckled, "He isn't my boyfriend, he's my boss you crazy man, and yes I'm off..... So you gonna give me a ride home or what?" she smirked. "Yes ma'am." he started the engine and she hopped on behind him, wrapping her arms around him and telling him which direction to go.

He pulled up at her apartment and parked his bike, stepping off and helping her off as well. "Thanks for the ride," she winked, turning to walk away but he grabbed her forearm stopping her and making her turn back around. She was smiling, teasing him, and it was turning him on. His eyes bore holes into her as he released her arm, narrowed his eyes and ground his teeth together. "Not gonna invite me in for a smoke?" he questioned. She meandered around like she was thinking on it for just a little too long before smiling again, "Wanna come in for a smoke?" she asked biting her lip. She turned and sauntered away as he followed her to the door.

"Make yourself at home." she said, waving to the couch as she walked down the hallway. He debated following her, taking her now.... He knew she'd be into it, but he decided to sit and wait. He shrugged out of his kutte and folded it, setting it on the arm of the couch before plopping down and stretching an arm across the back. Seconds later she was rounding the corner, barefooted, with a blunt in one hand and a lighter in the other. She handed it to him and walked away to the kitchen. He lit up and leaned back as she came back with a couple beers and sat down beside him, right beside him, so close he could feel her body heat. They passed the blunt back and forth a few times, but when she took a drag, holding it in for a long time while he watched her, he couldn't take it anymore. 

He took the joint away from her and ashed it out on his palm before tossing it on the coffee table and leaning into her, smashing his lips against hers and tangling the fingers of his right hand in her hair tightly while his left hand held her waist. He pulled her head back and pushed his weight into her so she lost her balance and he could climb on top of her. She smiled against his lips, opening her mouth to let his tongue inside and he explored her mouth viciously as her arms lazily wrapped around his neck. She held her legs open, allowing him to settle between them and he pressed his pelvis into her, making sure she felt him before he tugged her hair again making her toss her head back so he could attach his lips to her neck. She moaned at the feeling of him pressing against her and his mouth sucking bruises along her jawline as his left hand pushed under her shirt to her breast. She plunged her hands down to his belt, her fingers working on the buckle as he continued his assault on her neck and began pulling her shirt over her head. When she pulled his belt open he stopped kissing her, pulling back and looking at her with lust-filled eyes. He leaned back and unbuttoned his jeans, stepping out of them and his boots and jerking her jeans off as well. He leaned forward, supporting himself with his hands on either side of her, licking straight up to her breasts from her belly button making her squirm. He smirked against her skin before biting down harshly on her collarbone. She gasped and he took advantage of her surprise to slide his hand down her panties, running his fingers along her soaking wet core. He kissed his way up to her ear and chuckled into the side of her face, "Horny little tramp," he growled with a smile. She chuckled back, "I'm not the only one," she retorted, grasping his dick through his boxers making him groan. "Get this shit off" he said, pulling on her panties and bra before pushing himself back to pull his shirt up over his head. She hurriedly did as he ordered. He stood up from the couch and pulled his boxers down, showcasing his large cock proudly, the ‘want’ settling deep in his stomach. He watched her taking in the sight of him and a mixture of terror and excitement covered her face as she reached a shaky hand out to grasp it, he grabbed his beer and took a couple swigs, staring down at her, watching her take in the sight of his erection. She attached her mouth to the tip of his penis causing his body to stiffen and his hand to return to the back of her head, lacing his fingers in her hair and gripping it tightly as she began to suck him off. She was so good at it, using her tongue and lips in tandem to massage his shaft. He gulped down the last of his beer and then pulled away from her, grasping himself and stroking while looking down at her. She stood, looking up at him and running her hands up across his tattooed abs and chest to his shoulders as she captured his lips in another kiss, pressing her naked body against his. With his lips still attached to hers, his hands ghosted over her ass before he grabbing it firmly and lifting her, his left hand stretching up to support her back as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He turned to walk down the hall and she broke away from the kiss to move to his ears and neck, kissing and sucking along his pulse and jawline. He growled when she took his skin between her lips and bit down. He couldn't make it to the room he needed to be inside her now. She pulled away from the bite just in time for him to slam her back against the hallway wall, pressing her against it as he moved one hand to her waist and the other to his dick, grabbing it beginning to push inside her. She gasped loudly as her hole struggled to accommodate him, she gripped his back tightly as he grunted and thrusted in the rest of the way making her cry out. He pressed his forehead against her shoulder, making sure she was firmly against the wall as he began to grind his hips into her, making her moan at the pressure his member was putting on her insides. Her chest was heaving as her breathing got quicker and he began to thrust inside her slowly at first, but quickly picked up the pace until he was pounding into her and her voice was just one long moan interrupted only by "Ohhh... My God... Ahhh." He lifted his head and grabbed her by the throat, pushing her head against the wall and forcing her to look down at him. "What's my name," he ordered as he grasped her throat tighter, slowing down but thrusting in more deeply and stilling himself inside her for a couple seconds. "Mmm... Haaaappy" she moaned. He growled, leaning down to take her left nipple in his mouth and lick around it before biting down, causing her to jump and moan louder. "Get down," he ordered again backing off of her and allowing her to unwrap her legs from around his waist. She planted her feet and stood facing him. He grabbed her face and planted a long hard kiss before spinning her around and pinning her against the wall, entering her again hard and fast, his right arm wrapping around her chest and his left hand digging into her hip. She started pushing back against him and he leaned down, sucking and biting on her back as he snaked his arm down from her chest to her clit, circling it with his rough finger as she moaned louder. "You like that?" he rasped, moving his mouth to her ear and biting the outside of it. "Ohhh baby, mmm." she replied. "Tell me." he ordered. "Fuck. Yes! HAP!" she screamed as she let go, convulsing around his dick, and he fucked her through it, pulling out as she stopped shaking. "Shit..." he sighed, releasing his cum onto her back and leaning his head forward to rest between her shoulder blades as they both struggled to catch their breath. She turned around and took his hand, guiding him to her bathroom and starting the shower. He stepped in, she followed him, and without a word they each washed up. He exited the shower and wrapped a fluffy white towel around his waist and proceeded to the living room, gathering his clothes and pulling them on. As he was pulling his kutte back over his shoulders, she walked up behind him standing on her toes and placing a kiss on the back of his neck. "Its late... Stay." she whispered. He turned around to face her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her on the forehead. "I can't," he grumbled, side stepping around her and heading to the door. "Wait!" she chased after him and he stopped at the door, hanging his head and taking a deep breath, "Please?" she asked. He turned around and gazed at her cute little pout that both turned him on and pissed him off at the same time.... but for the first time he didn't want to leave. That’s how Happy knew he was in trouble.... because he was planning to see her again, and again, and again...