Disclaimer-I do not own the Sons of Anarchy (boo!), but I do own this story, my original characters, and a new DILLIGAF sticker for my DOT helmet.
Back in Fallbrook, Carlos Rivera suffered the indignity of being found hog tied on the ground with $20k stuffed in his mouth. It was even more unfortunate that his half brother, Romeo, the leader of the Bastardos was in attendance. The last 36 hours had been a repeated exercise in humiliation, the crowning jewel being the beating he'd received by one of Romeo's brutes all while having to listen to his half brother extol on all the shortcomings of "that useless bitch" that had taken up with their shared father and produced Carlos, who was equally as useless. As Carlos cleaned himself up in the dirty bathroom mirror, he turned the image of Happy's cut over and over in his mind, vowing to bring it back as a gift to his brother, and he might just bring a little something back for himself.
No Other Man Alive
The first hour riding bitch was exciting. Ace felt light and free and fast, anchoring herself to the man she'd never even dreamed could be hers. She laughed; thrilled to be on the road, full of dreams about how it would be. She wondered if it there would always be another Nomad with them, or if there would be days and weeks spent with just her and Happy. She hoped there would be, they had so much to learn about each other. Ace felt like she had a million questions going through her head, which was extremely frustrating, given that she couldn't actually ask any of them.
She figured the club came first, much like her life as a Marine wife, but where did that physically leave her? Happy had seemed pretty outspoken, well as outspoken as Happy ever was, about not staying in one place with her. Ace knew that his work for the club wasn't exactly something she could simply tag along for. Besides, Ace really couldn't picture herself spending much time without her tat gun in her hand. Which reminded her that she had a whole lot of drawings in her sketch book that would look amazing on Happy's lean, tanned torso.
Ace's second hour riding bitch found her dry heaving off to one side after catching a really juicy bug to the mouth. She could hear Happy cursing into the wind, and felt him shift to counterbalance. When she relaxed back into place, Happy cocked his head questioningly. Ace gave him a thumbs up and resumed fantasizing about ink roadmap she wanted to lay out on his skin, with all roads leading back to her. Even back when she had been a kid, Ace hadn't ever seen Happy with a woman, but she knew all too well that he was a man who got what he wanted. For one panic filled moment, Ace was afraid she would dry heave again. There would likely be women who had fucked her man at every single place they stopped at. Happy really didn't mean to continue to fuck other women and be with her, too, did he? Well, and so what if he did? He also just pulled her out of the perilous position her first husband had left her in, married her, and took her out on the road with him. Ace put a much higher price on being the woman that Happy had been coming back to for over a decade than where he put his dick. She knew he trusted her, and that was the thing that mattered.
The third hour had Ace gritting her teeth. Her tailbone was sore, and her hips were cramping, and to top it all off, she had to pee. She braced her hands on the sissy bar behind her and stretched, trying to get some relief. She realized her mistake in not warning Happy when she heard him curse and correct the bike's course again.
"Sorry!" Ace yelled into his ear, "But I really have to pee and my ass is killing me. Can't we stop for a minute?"
The only response she got was a violent upshift, as Happy pulled ahead of Tig and Shark at 85 miles per hour.
Ace glanced around the truck stop warily. It was just after one in the morning, and the men milling around looked hard and dangerous. She glanced back over her shoulder, searching out Happy, but found him right behind her.
"Did you really think I was going to send you in there alone?" He asked her drily, "I'm pissed that it's taking us for-goddamn-ever to make it to Indian Hills, but that don't mean I'm going to leave you unprotected. Come on, Tig's gonna lose his shit if this takes more'n a minute."
Ace chastised herself for being surprised when Happy followed her right into the little 3 stall Ladies room, checking to make sure it was empty, then flicking the lock shut and planting his back against the door.
"You know, you could have been equally as effective on the outside of the door." Ace called from inside her stall. She hovered over the seat, suffering from an embarrassing case of performance anxiety. The silence in the bathroom stretched out until Happy wordlessly turned the water on full blast. The relief was instantaneous. Ace busied herself washing her hands and face while Happy headed into the stall, not even bothering to shut the door behind him.
"I swear I'll be better, Hap." Ace sighed, her eyes downcast as he emerged, still tucking himself into his boxers.
"It's fine, Ace." Happy barked, "You've hardly ever been on a Harley, much less for distance like this. It's my fault for assuming you'd handle it like a man, because you so clearly aren't."
Happy held off on fastening his jeans, opting instead to press Ace back against the sink. He really liked getting all into her personal space, it unnerved her and turned her on all at the same time. It was really too easy to wind her up. A hand on the back of her neck had Ace's head falling back to meet his gaze, and she quirked an eyebrow in response to the sudden hunger she found there.
"But Tig and Shark are outside with the motorcycles…"she protested weakly as Happy's mouth descended to hers.
"Fuck 'em." Happy growled in her ear as he moved to bite her neck. She hummed in approval as his hot mouth worked her neck in just the right spot. Ace tilted her hips, taking full advantage of the hard dick grinding into her. She'd just reached for his waistband when a heavy knock landed on the door.
"Come on, take it next door and pay the hourly rate with the rest of the pros!" Came the gruff voice from the other side of the door.
Happy laughed low at the horrified look on Ace's face. Her cheeks were red, her eyes were wide, and she had one hand covering her mouth in mortification.
"I can't go out there; he thinks I'm a hooker!" She hissed at Happy as he put himself to rights and tugged her toward the door.
Happy pulled the door open quickly, glaring at the short, fat truck stop manager. The guy backed up, quick to get out of the biker's way. If he didn't recognize the cut, he still knew what a cut like that meant.
"She ain't a whore, she's my wife." He growled as he pulled Ace out toward the parking area.
"S-sorry, ma'am."
"Fuck! How long does it take a bitch to piss?" Tig yelled as soon as they came into sight. "We're never gonna make it to Indian Hills at this pace. Hell, my grandma fucks faster than we're moving."
"Back off, Tig." Happy warned, pushing Ace gently toward his ride, stopping to confer with the griping Tig. "She's tired, and she's not used to riding bitch."
Tig glared around Happy at the obviously tired woman leaning against the Harley. He shook his head, then rubbed his face and rolled his eyes at Happy.
"Fuck it, there's a motel about 20 miles up that doesn't charge by the hour. Let's hole up for the night. It's only another 4 hours to Jury's place, and all his whores will be rested by the time we get there if we leave by noon." Tig explained, covering up any kindness with the self-serving explanation.
No Other Man Alive
Ace lay in the dark of the Days Inn room, dead tired, and her mind racing.
"Hap?" She rolled on her side, barely able to make out the big form on the bed across the nightstand. When he grunted to acknowledge that he was still awake, she continued. "I know the club comes first and all, but what about me? Who am I supposed to be when we get there tomorrow?" Happy sighed, hearing the anxiety in her voice.
"You're my old lady. You will respect the club and its officers, but your absolute loyalty will always lie with me. To the club, and to outsiders, your entire world is going to begin and end with me. Any need you have, is mine to deal with. " He explained, his voice all gravel.
"Okaaay." Ace answered, "I can do that."
"I know you can." Was his quick response. "If you're half as focused as you were on that shithead you were married to for so long, you'll be a natural. And I won't ever leave you in the wind to pay for me. I protect what's mine, and keep it."
"I know." Happy smiled into the dark, pleased to hear the response.
"Listen, the club exists outside the law to protect a way of life. At the root of it, Sons are family men, and charters exist so those guys can kick back in their off time with their old ladies and rugrats. The rest of us, guys like me, we make it happen. And even though the club comes first, if you prove your loyalty to me, and to the club, there isn't a Son alive that won't take a bullet for you. Now go to sleep, I'm tired."
No Other Man Alive
Happy woke slowly, noting the quiet and orienting himself before even opening his eyes. He leisurely contemplated the change in his life and decided that having an old lady around for a morning fuck was a definite perk. His imagination ran wild, picturing the look on her face when he rolled her onto her back for a slow, sweaty fuck. Picking his head up and opening his eyes, ready to follow through, his chest got tight when he realized Ace wasn't sleeping in the bed across from him. Happy was up in a flash, noting the time, 10:00, and pulling his jeans on as he crossed far enough to see that the bathroom was empty. He burst out the door into the sunlight with his SIG in hand.
"I'm here." Ace's voice came from the vicinity of his feet. He lowered his weapon and shielded his eyes against the glare to take her in. She was barefoot, but dressed, sitting with her back to the wall immediately next to their motel room door. Her small duffel was open next to her, and from his vantage point, Happy could see that her own gun was locked and cocked. He heartily approved of that, even if he couldn't figure out how the sneaky bitch had gotten past him and out the damn door. The sketchbook in her lap caught his eye. He held his hand out and she handed it up to him without hesitation.
"I couldn't get back to sleep," Ace explained, "And I've been thinking about adding to your ink since the last time you came around, so I came out here to draw for awhile."
"Yeah, you got work to do anyway." Happy absentmindedly replied, engrossed in flipping through the sketchbook. Most were generic pieces, impressive little bits of art that could be transferred to almost any client. Others were obviously drawn with specific people in mind, and there was a whole section devoted to Marine inspired art, a nod to the majority of her clientele. He paused when he flipped to a West Coast graffiti of his own name, and in the corner, a deck of cards topped by an ace of hearts. When he looked down, Ace was studiously packing away her supplies, very deliberately not looking at him. She pushed against the wall to stand, and true to form, Happy made sure that she didn't have a single inch of wiggle room when she was on her feet. He flipped the book around so she could see what had snagged his attention. He moved in even closer so that she could feel his hard on.
"I want to put this clear across your shoulders so every motherfucker out there knows exactly who your old man is." He growled, and began to push her back into the room, more than ready for the slow grind he'd been expecting when he woke up.
Ace whimpered, allowing him to direct her. The possessive note in his voice alone was enough to make her wet and needy. Hap closed the door and locked it, pinning her against it with his hips as he fumbled behind him to lay down the SIG. Once he had both hands free, he put them to good use, freeing her tits from her shirt. He groaned upon discovering that she hadn't bothered with a bra. Incapable of any speech, he just nodded toward the bed and followed, enjoying the view as she wiggled out of her jeans and scooted back to lean on her elbows. He dropped his own jeans and enjoyed the slide up her skin, cool from the morning air.
After a preliminary check to make sure she was ready for him, Happy pushed into her. His hips kept her knees spread wide and he kept her close, her face tucked right into his neck. He moved slowly, grinding hard against her, and paying very close attention to every moan and whimper. Happy played her very deliberately, building her tension steadily, so that she was panting against his neck, begging to cum. When he finally let her cum, the grip on his cock almost pushed him to the edge, but he gritted his teeth and rode out her come down before pulling out and flipping her flat on her stomach. In this position, Ace's pretty pink pussy was so tight that he couldn't help cursing as he entered her.
"I can't wait to see my name all over you the next time I fuck you from behind." He groaned, before he lost all self control and slammed into her, cumming nice and hard.
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