smut in the first half of the chapter!

trigger warning; mentioning of miscarriage!

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Sage gripped the sheets with one hand and the pillow next to her with the other while her face was pushed deeper into the pillow her head was resting on, her satisfied moans muffled by the sage green fabric halfway covering her face.

Happy's thrusts alternated between slow and fast, intense and sloppy, and every single one of them hit exactly the right spot. A pool was formed between her legs and if she wasn't already dripping for him, the deep growl that was rattling through his throat would make her even wetter.

She probably never felt as sexually satisfied as she did right now. The last hour had been the best in the last few months in which she had been able to simply let herself go. After he went down on her, causing her to have her first orgasm, she gave him head until he pulled her up and under him to get what he wanted.

And boy, Sage wasn't disappointed.

Already out of breath from all the moaning, his knee forced her legs even further apart, his grip on her hip tight to keep her in place. A hand moved from her hip up her back, his rough skin meeting her soft skin, which was covered in a light film of sweat just like his.

"I wanna hear you", he ordered in a deeper, even raspier voice as he wrapped her long, copper-colored hair, which wasn't in a bun anymore, around his hand. Then he pulled her head back and studied her pretty face from the side.

"Louder," he demanded, growling.

"Make me", Sage whimpered as she felt a sweet pain on her scalp as Happy tugged on her hair again, the look of pure lust in her eyes as she looked back to catch a glimpse of the man behind her, on his face a challenging smirk.

She got what she asked for. Happy's movements got faster, more intense and more merciless. The old bed creaked beneath them and the headboard occasionally hit the wall. Her neighbors wouldn't thank her tomorrow morning for keeping them awake at night.

But the redhead couldn't care less, she enjoyed every fucking minute of this.

And so did Happy. He had never felt the need to please someone or wanted to watch a woman come for and because of him. The Croweaters were only there for his pleasure, that was all that he cared about when he needed a quick fuck.

But watching Sage, how her lips parted over and over again to let out one moan after the next, feeling her dripping for her, her warm walls tighten around his cock the closer she got to her climax, and still having the taste her juices on his tongue brought him relatively quickly closer to his own orgasm.

But she had to come for him first. He wanted to watch as she would lose control of her body for a few seconds, like she had before.

"Oh God..", Sage cried out in pure pleasure, feeling close to her climax.

"You gonna cum for me, little girl?" Happy asked, pulling her head back by her hair to get another whimper out of that pretty little mouth of hers. He fucking loved that sound coming from her.

Panting, the redhead supported herself on her hands. Her arms were shaking slightly, as was the rest of her body. But before she could actually reach her climax, Happy moved away from her and flipped her onto her back.

"You can't stop now..please..", she whined, wiggling her body impatiently under him.

"Who says I'm gonna stop?" There was something teasing in his tone as the corner of his mouth twitched while he looked down at the panting mess again.

Then he lowered himself down between her legs and placed one of her legs on his shoulder, slowly letting his cock slide deep inside her again before placing his forehead against hers, watching her face twist in pleasure. Her loud moans drowned out his almost animalistic growl, while his fingers dug deep into the flesh of her thigh, bruising them.

Once again her long fingernails dug deep into his back, this time in a different spot than before while he went down on her earlier, probably leaving more visible marks on his skin. It was good that this shit turned him on.

The kiss that Sage had engaged the killer in was sloppy, yet hotter than any kiss she had ever had with anyone before. Their tongues didn't fight for dominance, instead they danced together and melted with each other.

The feeling of her breasts and hard nipples pressed against his torso felt extra good right now. Even though Sage didn't have the biggest or fullest breasts, which she didn't need, they were more than enough to push him closer to his release.

"I need to cum, please",  she panted into his mouth before their tongues collided again.

Moving in and out in a steady rhythm, Happy grunted with satisfaction. "Cum for me, little girl", he growled against her kiss-swollen lips, biting down on her bottom lip. "You feel so fucking good", he added, groaning, as he picked up his pace.

He watched closely as Sage's face contorted. Happy felt her body tense beneath him and her nails dragged down his back, leaving open marks and a burning sensation, making him growl lowly and sink his teeth into her shoulder to leave some love bites.

When she finally reached her climax, her eyes rolled back, her eyelids fluttered shut and she pressed her tense body against Happy's, who ran his tongue over the bite mark he had left, further intensifying her orgasm.

"That's it, baby...just like that", he praised through a groan as her walls clamped down tightly around his cock that he could no longer hold back his own orgasm and emptied himself inside her, or rather into the condom.

Meanwhile, Sage's hand was resting on his back, gently circling her thumb over his sweat-covered skin. Completely satisfied, she shuddered as she felt Happy empty himself inside her. She bit her lip at the thought of repeating the same thing with him again without a condom.

But she wasn't on the pill at the moment, so they had to use a condom. Pregnancy was the last thing she needed right now. And Happy probably saw it the same way.

"That was..amazing", she whispered against his shoulder, placing soft kisses on it. She wasn't someone who sent people away right after the fun part. No, she would rather enjoy this a little longer.

Happy agreed with a grunt and a curt nod, still too out of breath to answer. And there wasn't an answer neededᅳ he wasn't a talkative person. In return he placed a few open-mouthed kisses against her neck; her soft, quiet sighs showed him how much she enjoyed this.

Still buried deep inside her, he pulled out after a few moments, slipping the condom off and tossing it on the floor next to his jeans before he rolled next to her and slipped his arm under his head, which was turned to the side so he could look at the redhead who had already wrapped herself in the blanket and was lying down comfortably, a completely relaxed expression on her freckle-covered face.

"Good night", she whispered with a smile, her eyes already closed. Sage stayed on her side of the bed so she didn't seem too clingy.

What the two of them just had was nothing serious, just fun and satisfying their needs. She knew that and even though she was someone who liked to cuddle after sex, she held back this time.

When Happy caught himself watching Sage for a while even though she was already falling asleep, he just grumbled quietly, turned to the other side that was facing the wall and got some sleep.

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Humming, Sage eyed the contents of her fridge and finally reached for some yogurt. More than two cucumbers, pasta from the previous day and salmon were not on offer. So she decided on the closest thing to breakfast.

After grabbing a spoon from a drawer, she hopped onto the counter and dangled her legs as she ate her yogurt before taking a shower and getting to work.

Her gaze wandered around and landed on Happy, who came out of her bathroom shirtless and only in jeans, coming straight towards her. Without a word, he pushed her legs apart and stood between them, his hands on either side of her on the countertop of the kitchen island.

For a brief moment she was petrified, the spoon still in her mouth, before she slowly lowered it and took in the sight that was given to her. She mentally noted all the details of his tattoos. She was an artist, of course she remembered such details.

Happy's tattoos were another reason why she found the man so attractive. His whole body was a work of artᅳ literally.

"You like what you see?", he asked amused, his voice a little raspy as usual.

Without being able to do much about it, Sage felt warmth spreading between her legs again. "You could say that. You're a work of art, literallyᅳ it's hard for me not to stare at you all the time",  she winked with a smirk.

Happy casually grabbed an apple from the fruit basket next to the sink and ran the thumb of his other hand over the side of her thigh. Since she was only wearing panties, she felt the slightest touch on her bare skin.

"Sounds like the life of an artist isn't easy", he winked, taking a step back and turning to the fridge. He looked back at the redhead with a frown. "You need to buy some food or we're gonna starve here, woman. But before that, let's have breakfast at the diner around the corner. It's on me."

"Oh, so you're making the plans now?", she asked, a brow raised at him with an amused look on her face. "I have to shower and work. The rest will have to wait. But feel free and go have breakfast, I can to be alone for a few minutes."

A grin crossed her face as she jumped off the kitchen island and threw her yogurt cup into the trash can and the spoon into the sink. She studied the heavily tattooed biker, biting her lower lip.

"Or you can keep me company in the shower", she purred against his lips while she let her fingertips dance along his jawline before she scurried into the bathroom, secretly hoping that he would follow her.

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After the clearly hot shower, which wasn't just because of the water, Sage finally found some time to take care of the pictures she still had to finish drawing while Happy sat on her couch and quietly watched her work.

The brush glided across the canvas like a feather, making it seem like drawing was one of the easiest things while putting her artwork on canvas. For over two hours now he had watched her living in her own world, her headphones on her head. She also hummed quietly along to Lana del Rey songs.

He didn't know what else to do except watch her. He should be bored to death, but he was fascinated and interested in watching Sage. Happy also had the talent to draw, but he put his works on skin instead of canvas. But it wasn't a big difference. Art was art.

His eyes narrowed slightly as Sage removed her headphones, the music still filtering through the material. Then she took the finished picture off the easel, the canvas half her size, and showed it to Happy.

"What do you think? You think it's good enough?", she asked, her head poking out to the side of the picture so she could see his reaction. Normally she asked Dawn before she sold her pictures, but her sister wasn't here. "He wanted something dark and personal. I think that sums it up pretty well, doesn't it?"

Surprised by the fact that she wanted to hear what he was thinking, he took a close look at the picture, looking at the smallest details. He took his time for this. Thoughtfully, he rested his elbows on his legs and nodded in approval.

"I don't know his personal story or what exactly  he wanted, but you probably do", he estimated before he got up, walking towards her to take a closer look at the picture. "But it's certainly dark, and profound. Maybe even sad in some way."

Sage smiled weakly. "Perfect. That's exactly how I wanted it. Thanks for your honest opinion."

"No problem", he grunted, watching as she carefully placed the canvas on another easel in front of the window and wiped her hands on her pants. "Where did you learn to draw like that?", he asked.

"Honestly, I don't know", she said with a soft laugh and with a loud exhale she collapsed onto the couch, her feet rested on the coffee table while her hands were folded over her stomach. "All I know is that my parents always had to buy tons of paint and sheets of paper because I drew so much."

As she spoke, a deep feeling of nostalgia arose, which once again put a smile on her face. Except for the constant fights with Fawn and her parents' divorce when she was five, her childhood was really great. And she was always supported in her dream of owning her own art gallery one dayᅳ from Tig and also from her mom, who lived a few hours away in Arizona.

"You were probably just a natural", Happy remarked with a shrug. But artists usually already had the artificial streak as a child.

"What about you? You have so many tattoos, did you design them yourself or just let the tattoo artists have their way?" Sage asked curiously.

"Both. I designed most of them myself and also drew them myself. But some are ideas from other tattoo artists", he said after he sat down again. "I also tattoo, but I don't own a studio or anything like that."

"Seriously?" She looked at Happy through her green eyes, excitement flashing in her eyes. "Would you tattoo me?"

"You don't even know if I'm good at it." Happy's raspy laugh caused a warm feeling to bubble up in the pit of her stomach, which she simply ignored for now. "But if you want a tattoo and have an idea, I have time", he added with a shrug.

"Well, I see your tattoos. If you actually drew any of them, you're really good at it", Sage stated matter of factly before she jumped back on her feet and left the room for a moment.

Only a few moments later she came back with a sketchbook clutched against her chest. Plopping down next to him, she gave him the sketchbook. "The first page. This is a tattoo I've wanted for ages."

"Why don't you have it yet?" Happy asked as he opened the sketchbook and looked at the design on the first page. The drawing was half a butterfly, the other half was a date. "Does it have a meaning?"

"Iᅳ", she stopped herself to think of an answer and finally sighed quietly. "I lost my baby that day. Until now I just didn't have the strength to have it tattooed. But I would like to immortalize him or her on my skin, even if I would never forget the baby anyway."

Happy looked at the drawing in silence, then lifted his head and looked at Sage's side profile. She didn't cry, but he could see how upset she was and he felt genuinely sorry for her for losing her babyᅳ even if it was hard to believe someone like him had anything like compassion.

"I think the tattoo is perfect for that", he assured her with the slightest smile, not sure if he should elaborate on the subject. But he didn't do it.

If he said something wrong, it might only hurt her more or would bring up old memories. Besides, he had never been good at deep conversations. A question still burned on his tongue as he looked at the date again for a while.

"Was it Jax' kid?", he asked, directly but carefully.

Sage scratched the side of her neck, her gaze now focused on the dark carpet that lay under the couch. "Yes, it was Jax' kid. Although he probably already forgot about him or her anyway."

She couldn't help it but to sound bitter. The thing from back then would always have a disgusting aftertaste and Sage couldn't and didn't want to forgive her ex for the whole thing. Nevertheless, she finally had to learn to deal with it.

Happy looked at her questioningly. "Why would you think that? Is all of this also connected to the fact that he's with your sister now?"

"Why I think that? Because he didn't even come to the hospital after Gemma called him like fifty times", she said dryly while fiddling with her fingernails. "I was five months pregnant. So the baby really looked like a baby, was fully developed. But just not strong enough. Nobody expected that, after all they believe that there is only a risk up to the twelfth week. Well, to cut the whole thing shortᅳ while I was in the hospital saying goodbye to our baby, he had nothing better to do than fuck Fawn. The worst thing was, he knew what had happened and sought comfort from Fawn, who strangely enough was at our house at that exact moment. He confessed that to me afterwards that he had listened to all the voicemails Gemma left him before he buried himself inside my sister. They never really apologized. And now their daughter is almost the same age as my baby would be today."

"What the fuck?", Happy asked with a huff. "It's horrible enough that he was cheating on you with your sister, but leaving you alone in this situation is just fucked up."

He wouldn't judge any of his brothers, but that didn't mean he had to approve of everything they did in their free time. It was no secret that Jax didn't necessarily take loyalty in a relationship seriously, everyone knew thatᅳ but that was just plain low-level. Not that Happy was an expert in relationships, but he knew he would never do that to a woman.

"Everyone warned me about him, about his charm. I didn't listen, it's my own fault." Sage swallowed quietly, the lump in her throat thick as she tried not to let this hurt her anymore. "Now you might understand why I was reluctant to go to Charming."

"No, I get it", he grunted. Suddenly he just felt sorry for Sage. For what Jax and Fawn had done to her, he found it admirable that she even wanted anything to do with the club. "You deserve better, you know that, right?"

Surprised, she raised her head and looked at Happy for a while. If she was honest, she hadn't expected such words from him. But it felt good. Still, she didn't want to drive a wedge between anyone or cause Happy to have a bad image of his Pres.

"Thank you", she whispered, a genuine smile on her lips. Then her features became a little harder. "I know he's your Pres, I didn't mean to talk badly about him, I'm sorry for that. You barely know me, but you know Jaxᅳ I don't want to cause any problems."

Happy sucked on his teeth before shaking his head, placing the sketchbook on the table. "Just because he's my Pres doesn't mean I have to kiss his ass. He's arrogant and cocky sometimes and he made a huge mistake. And I don't have to like it. That doesn't mean I'm not loyal to my clubᅳ I am and I always will be. Still, I can honestly say that you deserve better than Jax."

"Thank you..", she said again, her voice no longer quite as fragile. Happy's words actually gave her some strength. "Also for listening, I don't really talk to anyone about it except Dawn."

Again, Happy just grunted in response. Sometimes he just didn't know how to deal with gratitude. "If you want, I can tattoo you today. But I need my stuff for that."

She looked at him enthusiastically again, thanks to him again distracted from the sadness. "You have your own tattoo set? Well, my picture is finished. I can finish the other one tomorrow..that means I have time."

"Good", he said, grinning. "Then take the sketchbook and some clothes, we'll crash at the clubhouse for the night, it might get late."

This time Sage didn't argue. Instead, she stood up with enthusiasm, smiling from ear to ear. "Okay, I'll be right back!"

Happy watched in amusement as the redhead left the room. Maybe he could give her a little joy with the tattoo, while at the same time giving him a chance to see more of her bare skin.