21

Happy laid next to Ava and watched her sleep. She was the epitome of perfect to him, she had been made for him. Her body was perfectly suited to his, even though she was only 5'8" and he was 6'2", her lips fit against his with their pouty-ness mirroring his own, her soft curvy hips fit against his rock hard hips, her soft toned arms contrasted with his heavily sculpted arms, her stomach was toned and flat yet incredibly soft, his was rock hard and chiseled.

He traced invisible tattoos on her back, thinking of what he would put on her to mark her as his when the time came. Part of him wanted it to be huge so no one could miss it, but another part of him wanted it to be small and intimate, something that only he would see. Either way, after her seventeenth birthday she was getting his ink and she would be his and he could fuck her on the pool table in the clubhouse if he wanted, not that he would, since he was going to be the only person who ever got to see Ava when she came, but knowing he could was enough.

Ava woke up to Happy trailing kisses down her naked back and then he playfully bit the fullest part of her ass.

"Mmm." she moaned as she arched her back, pushing her ass into his face more.

He slapped it playfully and rolled her over and showered her face and neck with kisses.

"Good morning." Ava said breathlessly.

"Hi." he said as he looked down at her. Their eyes held and something passed between them, something that neither understood just yet.

"You sleep okay?" she asked as she slid her hands down his back and then up to his shoulders.

He nodded his head, kissed her lips one last time, pushed off the bed and she sat up and looked over at him. She still couldn't really believe it. She was his, no other man could have her. She belonged to Happy.

"Are we going to the clubhouse or to Clay and Gemma's?" Ava couldn't remember what Clay had said last night.

"Club." Happy said as he grabbed his bag and pulled out his clothes. Ava noticed the bag was full of clothes and she hoped that meant he was more or less moving in with had been staying here since Sacramento, but his duffel from before was still on the floor in the closet.

"Let me put your clothes away, there is no point in you living out of a suitcase." Ava said as she got up and held out her hand for the bag.

Happy turned around and handed the bag to Ava after successfully getting a pair of jeans out of it. He kissed her lips softly, silently thanking her for offering to put his clothes away and for not asking about his moving in.

"You take a shower and I'll cook."

"Shower?" He asked with a grin, thinking of the fun they could have together in there.

"You're dirty." Ava said with innocence.

"What about what you did to me last night? Was that dirty?" He asked with a smile, his boxers beginning to get snug thinking of what Ava's mouth had done to him last night while he tried to drive home. No one had ever gone down on him while he drove, since he usually rode a bike, but it had been mind blowing, he almost crashed twice and nearly rear ended Deputy Chief Hale and wouldn't he just love to bust Happy getting head from a minor? Fucking prick!

"Very dirty, but I took a shower before bed, so I'm all clean now." She said as she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him soundly.

Happy chuckled as he walked into her bathroom and started the water. Her shower was amazing, it had multiple heads, had a steam feature and could fit five people in it without touching, Happy had big plans for her shower...eventually.

He took a quick shower and then found his clothes hanging up in Ava's massive closet. She had five racks of clothes, everything from jeans, t-shirts, dressy shirts, skirts, dresses, what looked like business suits to formal wear and her shoes, holy Christ her shoes! She had racks and racks of shoes: sneakers, sandals, flip-flops and high-heels; Christian Louboutin, Jessica Simpson, Jimmy Choo, Miu Miu, Manolo Blahnik, Stuart Weitzman and designers he couldn't even pronounce. He liked how his clothes looked hanging next to hers. He dressed and made his way downstairs and found Ava wearing a khaki skirt that wasn't too short and a shiny copper colored shirt that showed how full her breasts were without showing them completely.

"Ready to eat?" Ava asked with a smile.

She had managed to make eggs, bacon, toast, sausage and french toast while he was in the shower and getting dressed, again she had impressed the hell out of him.

"Yeah." Happy said as he sat down. Ava loaded a plate up and then pushed it toward him and began making her own plate.

After eating their fill, Happy grabbed the keys to the Rover and they left the house. Happy and Ava drove in silence to the club, there was a lot to think about, a lot of planning to do and in the end, Abel was coming home. Happy stopped the Rover in front of the office.
"I've got to work but if you need me, come get me." he said as he turned to look at her.

She nodded her head and they got out of the SUV.

Happy headed into the clubhouse with Ava behind him.

They found everyone sitting around the bar waiting for them.

"We're gonna have 14 adults, three children and Abel on the return. The plane big enough?" Clay asked.

"It'll fit 20 comfortably." Ava said. A Boeing BBJ could fit up to 50 people sitting in airplane seats, but her plane was customized, so it could fit 20 without having to feel like you were in a cattle car.

"Good, have it sent up to Sacramento, I want Juice and Tig to look at it and see what we can bring."
"Bring?" Ava asked.

"Protection wise." Clay said, which meant weapons.

"Okay. I'll call LAX." Ava said as she turned to go back outside.

Juice and Tig wondered outside with Ava.