Disclaimer-I do not own the Sons of Anarchy. I do own Shark, Ace, and a motorcycle riding husband of my very own.
Ace led the Sons into what used to be her home, Happy was on her heels, with Kozik and Shark pulling the Bastardo along. There was a moment of silence as the men realized that when Ace had said she was selling everything, she had meant it. The living room was completely empty, barring two folding camp chairs leaning against the wall, and it was easy to see that the kitchen was similarly barren.
Ace smiled at them and gestured grandly to the little hallway, "The guest room is down the hall on the right, bathroom is just beyond. Welcome!" she chirped, pretending that four pairs of eyes weren't staring at her in disbelief. "I fucking told you that I was selling everything. I have a bed and some blankets, and my clothes, that's it. I wasn't bullshitting you. I might be broke as fuck, but I'm not going to owe anyone."
Kozik took control of the situation, pushing the Bastardo in front of him down the hall. "I'll bunk with him in the guest room, Shark, you stay out here and keep an ear out for our backup." His effort to get Happy and Ace some time and space to figure out their next move was painfully obvious, but everyone jumped at the chance.
Happy nodded at Ace to lead the way, reading her unease in the way her eyes darted around the little house, not landing anywhere for long. Her lips were tight, and her hands toyed with the strap of her bag, before she squared her shoulders and took off down the hallway. She stopped abruptly in her doorway and about faced to find Happy once again fully inside her personal bubble. Ace scrambled to find something to say, some way to acknowledge, no explain that no man beside Tony had ever been in this room.
"Ace." Happy graveled, "I know he was the only one." He took her firmly by the hips and pushed her back into the room, kicking the door shut behind them. Her eyes were huge as Happy crossed and flicked on the one lamp that rested on the carpet where a nightstand clearly used to live. Ace sat on the bed and pulled her boots and socks off, then stood up quickly, like the bed had burned her ass. She turned and boosted herself onto the top of the low dresser, marked for pickup in the morning by some guy off Craigslist. Happy planted his big body right in front of her, and she could feel her heart racing, knowing that the moment had come.
"The way I see it," he began "Is that you've got two choices. And I'm serious when I say that it's up to you, I'm not going to force you into anything. The first is that you pack whatever stuff you have left in that Buick and head up to Tacoma, from there we can buy you a new ID and send you anywhere in the country that isn't Cali. I'd like to keep you within a couple hours of a charter, so that the Sons can watch out for you, though." He watched as she rolled the idea over in her mind. She pursed her lips to one side and sucked on the inside of her cheek. Her breathing was quick and shallow, and did all kinds of really nice things to her tits. Happy knew that his next move was a high stakes gamble, but he hoped like hell that she was in for it, because he had wanted her naked and on a bed about 30 seconds after she'd told him her husband was dead.
"And my other choice?" Ace asked, her voice low, wetting her lips as she stared back at him. Her pulse was visibly hammering in her throat and she felt pleasantly lightheaded.
Happy couldn't help but step even closer, purposely crowding her. He snagged her left hand, surprising himself at what he was about to do.
"I'm your other choice. You'd bring only what could fit in a backpack and go on the road with me. I'd drop you at hotels nearby when I can't bring you on runs, maybe you can freelance at local shops while I'm on the road." Happy cleared his throat, which had zero effect on his grinding voice. "I fucking want you, Ace, at whatever cost."
"Jesus, Hector," she whispered, lapsing into her childhood habit of calling him by his given name, "You know I've always wanted you, too, but I just can't see what that would look like. I'd just ride along with you, and then wait while you were off on club business? How would I even know you were coming back? And I've never even been with anyone but-, and I don't know if I'd be any good, and what if you stopped wanting me?" she stopped talking when Happy's hand came up.
He'd only meant to put it over her mouth to stop her rambling, but the instinctual way she flinched back had him dropping her hand and pulling back from her. "Aw, fuck, sorry." She muttered, covering her mouth with both hands, knowing exactly how much she'd just revealed to Happy, because he never missed anything.
His eyes glittered dangerously and his hands clenched at his sides. "I only wish he hadn't been such a motherfucking coward, so I could kill him for you." He bit out. It took conscious effort to relax his hands, and he rolled his neck, suddenly exhausted by the night. He focused back on her, not sure he had the energy to convince her, but knowing that for him there wasn't a choice. He wanted her on the back on his ride for as long as he stayed on the road.
"I know who you are, Ace. And I really like knowing that there's not a man alive that's gotten a taste of that pussy." He heard her breathing change and stepped between her legs, hooking her knees over his forearms and pulling her right to the edge of the dresser, so she could feel his hard on pressed against her. He fucking loved the breathy moan that escaped her, and the way her hands had grabbed onto his biceps for balance. "And first thing in the morning, Ace, you and I are going to go down to the courthouse and change your last name to Perez…" he trailed off and kissed her left ring finger to make sure she understood, "because I'm sure that once I fuck you, I'll kill any man that touches you, Ace."
Ace couldn't find her voice to respond to him. The hysterical thought that this must be what falling down the rabbithole feels like spun through her brain before her attention turned back to trying to comprehend what was happening. She felt him grind his hard dick right into her, and although she saw it for the distraction technique it was, she couldn't help her head dropping back, exposing her throat to him. His hands came down on either side of her and she dragged her eyes open and her head up to find him nose to nose with her.
"You also know who I am, Ace. Don't expect me to wear a ring, and buy a house, and give you babies. I'm not that man, and I'm never going to be. I've been on the road since I could pull a throttle, and I'm not going to come off until I have to, so make sure this is what you want, because I fully intend for this," he emphasized with another slow grind, "To be the only dick your pussy ever sees, whether you change your mind or not."
Happy slid his right hand up her back and latched onto the back of her neck, tilting her face further back. Her breath was coming in pants, now, and her eyes were heavily lidded. With rock solid willpower, he stopped himself when her lips were less than an inch from his, needing to hear her say it before he took her for the ride of her life.
"What's it gonna be, Ace?" he breathed, and he could feel her trembling beneath his hand as her eyes focused back on his. He felt himself frozen in place as she pulled herself closer, her lips grazed his, and her eyes fluttered shut and then back open again.
"Yes." She moaned, her mouth pressed to his and then they were kissing, Happy immediately dominating her mouth. Every corner of Ace's attention was riveted on the taste of Happy in her mouth, and the feel of what promised to be an exquisitely perfect penis as he thrust it against her. He paused and pulled back as his hand reached the pistol tucked into her waistband and he grinned at her, slow and nasty, before drawing it out and inspecting it carefully.
"Happy…" she whined, unable to stop herself from sounding like a porn star. Ace wrapped her legs around Happy's hips, drawing his attention back to her.
"Nice piece." Happy complimented, then set it on the other end of the dresser. He shrugged out of his cut and laid it carefully down next to the pistol, adding his own SIG-Sauers to the pile. Happy reached for the bottom of his white t-shirt, but Ace's hands stilled him, grabbing the hem and sliding her hands up his sides. He ducked out of the shirt, and buried his face in her neck, biting and sucking and tasting her. He tugged inelegantly at her shirt, eager to have it hit the floor so he could finally get a good look at her spectacular rack.
Ace moaned as Happy's mouth pulled off her neck, but sat further up so that he could pull her shirt off over her head. She felt her face flush as his eyes zeroed in on her breasts, threatening to spill out of the black demi bra, her nipples were hard and clearly visible through the lace. Ace could barely keep her eyes open as Happy slid his hand quickly up her waist to cup her breasts, one in each of his large hands. They both moaned as he squeezed them roughly, pushing them up and in.
"Fucking perfect." Ace heard him mutter and he bent his head and bit down on the right nipple and then sucked it through the lace. She let out a keening cry as he traced a sloppy path to her left breast. His eyes flashed open and narrowed warningly at her and he let go of the breast his mouth had just abandoned and placed two fingers across her lips, enjoining discretion for his two brothers just outside the door. Her only response was to suck his fingers into her mouth, and Happy felt his cock kick at the sensation. Groaning, he bent his head to the dusky brown nipple begging for his mouth and complied.
When she thought she couldn't take it for a single second longer, Ace pulled his face up to hers and kissed him hard enough that one of his teeth cut her lip. His hands fumbled briefly at the clasp of her bra before he gave up and wrapped his fingers around the band, tugging it sharply down, freeing those perfect tits and trapping her upper arms against her sides. Happy broke away from her long enough to glimpse down at her and smile approvingly at the disheveled wanton he'd created. He made himself slow down, so that he could concentrate long enough to pop free the button of her jeans and pull the zipper down. Happy made sure her eyes were locked on his as he very deliberately grabbed fistfuls of her waistband, making sure to grab hold of her panties, too. Ace leaned back on her hands and lifted her hips so that he could pull them down her legs. His eyes followed the skin that was revealed, and he was as gentle as he could manage, freeing her feet from the skinny jeans.
Ace couldn't help letting her knees fall together, not sure at all whether Happy was going to like what he saw. She hated the sudden shiver of shyness that ran down her spine, and hated that she was dropping her eyes.
"Let me see you, querida." He demanded, stroking up and down her smooth thighs, loving the feel of her softness against the calluses on his hands. Ace's legs slowly eased apart and he couldn't help the surprised glance he shot her as her perfectly bare, obviously wet pussy came into view.
"Electrolysis." She explained succinctly, her cheeks flaming. "Years ago. I hope that's ok."
"Fuck. It's better than ok," he growled, impossibly harder than he'd been seconds ago, "You're fucking perfect, baby."
Happy captured her mouth again and let his right hand go to work prepping that pussy for him. He was desperate to make her cum all over his hand because he figured he wasn't going to last very long once he got inside her. He rubbed his middle and ring fingers through her slickness and eased them inside her, feeling like a caveman when she brought her left foot up onto the edge of the dresser, opening herself up to him even more.
Ace felt her body shaking and couldn't make it stop, she was completely overwhelmed by Happy's attentions. The heel of his hand dug into her pussy, right above the clit and she rubbed shamelessly against his hand. Her orgasm was tight in her belly, just out of reach.
"Baby, I need you to cum." Happy growled into her ear, "What do you need, here, baby?"
"Harder, do me harder, Hap!" she gasped, then moaned as he pushed her further back and tilted her pelvis. His fingers worked her pussy even harder and in minutes she was cumming, her mouth open, eyes closed, and Happy loved the look of her, all mussed and flushed. He loved it even more when she reached for the buckle of his belt, a satisfied, dreamy smile on her face.
Ace opened Happy's fly and reached down the front of his boxers with both hands. She was simultaneously thrilled and terrified by what she found there. She found Happy's eyes boring into hers and she bit her lip with trepidation. She slid her hands around and squeezed his ass once before pulling his jeans and boxers down as far as she could reach, then Ace sat back and watched as Happy pushed them the rest of the way down and kicked them off to the side. His dick was everything she'd hoped for, and then just a smidge more than she was sure she could handle. She licked her lips compulsively and heard Happy groan into her ear as he dropped his forehead to her shoulder. Ace weighed his heavy sac in her palm, enjoying the fleeting sense of power. Happy pushed her hands away and ducked, pushing his shoulder into her stomach and flipping her up, off the dresser.
"This ain't gonna last long, baby, but it's going to be a hard ride!" he smacked her ass for emphasis and headed for the bed, prepared to drop her from his shoulder. He felt her tense and then she began to push against his back.
"Hap, no, anywhere but the bed, please." Her voice was tiny, and terrified that he was going to lose her enchanting enthusiasm, he turned on his heel and finding nothing beyond the dresser they'd just vacated, he went to his knees and settled her on her back. When she opened her mouth, he moved quickly to cover it with his own, not wanting Tony to come between them right now. With a free hand, he groped for his jeans, and flipped open his wallet to retrieve the string of condoms inside. He rolled one on and then pulled Ace onto his lap, leaning back against the back. The feeling of her hot pussy sliding onto his dick almost set him over the edge. He held her hips firmly down, not letting her move; afraid he'd cum like a 12 year old discovering Penthouse for the first time if she did.
"You feel so good, Hap." Ace whispered, shifting her hips. With that small confession, any remnants of self control Happy had, disappeared, and he began to move. His hips slammed into her, one of his hands rocking her hips, and the other behind her head, keeping her close to him. He'd been right about not lasting long, but they were both slick with sweat when he gave in, biting her shoulder as he came, hard.
When his breathing finally slowed, Happy nudged his elbows in between them, pushing Ace back just enough to catch her face in his hands. He kissed her, hard, it was as close to tenderness as he could get for her. Ace's eyelids were heavy, he knew she had to be exhausted, and he'd been on the road for hours before stepping right into her fiasco tonight. He groaned and pulled her off his softening dick, wanting nothing more than to smoke a cigarette and pass the hell out. Ace lay on her side on the carpet and watched him as he pulled the comforter off the bed and covered her, then stood up and grabbed his jeans and boxers.
"Can I smoke in here?" he asked her as he headed into the tiny en suite bathroom.
"Sure." Ace yawned, "Ashtray is on the windowsill." And despite battling to stay awake to find out if Happy was going to actually sleep with her, her eyes slammed shut on her and she drifted to sleep.
**A huge thank you to all my early readers! My inbox has been flooded with story alerts, it has been an amazing experience to get such a positive response right out of the gate like that! Coming up next is the arrival of the boys from Charming, a courthouse wedding, and the disposal of the Bastardo. If I can, I will finish up the next chapter and get it posted tomorrow; otherwise you'll have to wait until I get back from Rolling Thunder on Tuesday. If you're anywhere near DC and love motorcycles, this is an event you can't pass up, tons of fun! If you feel inclined to review, I'd love to hear from you, whether the review is good, bad, or ugly! Again, truly, thank you.**