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Happy killed his motor and swung off, beyond ready for the road's end and a very large drink. He and Ace had fallen back to sleep that morning, and they'd been woken rudely by the sound of Shark and Tig hammering on the door, an hour past checkout time. The subsequent scramble to hit the road had left him pissed off and $80 lighter. Once they'd been tearing up the miles, he'd found out that he still had to stop every couple of hours for Ace to use the bathroom and walk around, both luxuries he would have foregone in favor of getting the fuck to where they were going.
Now, finally at Jury's brothel-slash-clubhouse, the men of Indian Hills were starting to gather round, yelling greetings and insults about how close to church he'd arrived. Happy left Ace to get herself off the bike. As much as he enjoyed feeling her legs wrapped around him while they were fucking, he was unused to being touched so much and needed a little distance. After a few back-slapping hugs from his Nevada brothers, he turned to check her progress and frowned to find Shark hovering near her.
"Shark!" He barked, waving him forward as the knot of men started toward the clubhouse. He noted Tig stalking along behind Ace, but that didn't bother him the way Shark's solicitude did.
Ace watched with trepidation as every single man disappeared inside the building. Happy hadn't even told her what she was supposed to or where to go. And she had to cocksucking motherfucking pee again. Gritting her teeth, Ace turned back to the motorcycle and busied herself pulling her small duffel from the hardbags, and replacing it with her helmet and gloves. At a loss, and with no one in sight, she paced to the other side and opened the other hardbag, rooting through Happy's assorted clothes and ammo before capturing the rag and can of Stripper Juice she was hunting for. She began to spray and wipe down the Harley methodically, exactly as she'd watched Happy do the night before, praying that by the time she was done her bladder hadn't exploded, and that her old man would be available to direct her to a bathroom.
She'd just finished with the wax on, wax off routine and was stowing the rag and can back in the hardbag when a high pitched voice cut into Ace's inner 'do NOT pee' monologue.
"Happy really doesn't like it when anyone touches his Harley." The girl sniped. Ace stood and turned and silently took a long look at the clichéd busty blonde in Lucite heels.
"Marital property. I don't think he'll mind." Ace stood her ground, the girl striding around her in a circle.
"No ring." She cooed, then snatched at the back of Ace's shirt, "And lots of ink, but nothing that an old man would have put on you."
Ace braced her boots in the hardpack, and refused to let this useless slut see how much her words stung. Inside she seethed, because for years she'd been trying to nail down Happy's type, and this chick in front of her was exactly the kind she'd pictured. Ace grasped frantically for any handhold to keep from cracking under the pressure of the blonde's scrutiny, and landed only on the fact that for over a decade, he'd been returning to her, like a homing pigeon. Holding firmly to that, Ace snatched her bag up and walked straight toward the clubhouse doors. Surely they wouldn't bar her from finding a bathroom.
"Must not be satisfying him, because he keeps coming back here." It was a clear goad, but Ace was helpless to resist. She stopped dead in her tracks, dropped the bag at her feet and cracked her neck to the right, then the left. She was just about to turn around and unleash a world of hurt on the bimbo when Tigger's nasally drawl rang out.
"Ace! What the fuck are you doing out here? Get inside."
Without glancing back, Ace picked up her bag and strode across the lot to the door, pretending that she didn't feel the itch between her shoulder blades.
"Hey." Tig caught her attention as she stepped past him into the dim clubhouse. "Don't let a two bit bitch like that make you look stupid. It makes your old man look stupid."
Unsure of whether he was doing her a favor or insulting her, Ace just smiled sweetly up at him, sure that the bimbo was still watching.
"Good girl." The growl stopped her short. Happy was standing in the shadow next to the door, a cigarette in on hand and a bottle in the other. He looked different here, harder than she usually saw him. She wanted badly to go to him and ask whether what the slut had said was true, but nothing about Happy looked inviting at the moment, so she resolved to bide her time.
"I need a bathroom." Ace told him, stepping close, but not touching him. "And bonus points if it has a shower." She was rewarded with a slight softening. Happy nodded to Tig over her head.
"Stay in tight until we get to a room. I don't want even a finger laid on her." He instructed, and Tig fell in tight to her side without demur. It was a unique experience traversing the clubhouse floor with two large males at her sides. The sea of hard men parted without question for these two, and Ace found herself looking from Happy's face to Tig's, and back again. She was a smallish woman, anyway, but felt dwarfed by their size and presence. It was very comforting to be held safe between them, and she felt the loss acutely when she was delivered to a non-descript door with only the instruction to lock it behind her.
No Other Man Alive
Ace emerged from the little dorm bathroom with only a towel wrapped around her hair. She paused, staring at the empty double bed, wishing that Happy was stretched out on it, preferably naked. Stopping that train of thought, Ace considered the very likely possibility that he was being kept company by that blonde bitch. She didn't know how much he had heard or seen of their exchange in the parking lot. Ace decided to put a little bit more effort into her appearance and walk out into what certainly sounded like a raging party with her head high.
Enthroned in a large leather armchair, Happy could easily see the entire room, and kept his focus on the hallway to the dorms. He'd chosen his spot with care, not wanting the blonde sweetbutt he'd allowed to blow him a few times to think that she was welcome to do anything beyond keep his glass filled with Jack. He knew that word of his left field nuptials was making its way through the room like wildfire, and he was uncomfortable with the curious stares from his brothers and the very few actual club women that Indian Hills boasted. Because the charter's main income came from the brothel, the brothers here tended not to be in a rush to commit to an old lady. Something that he'd certainly never expected to saddle himself with, but everything came with a price, and Ace's safety and body were well worth the sacrifice of his autonomy.
Shark was hovering at the end of the bar near where the hallway let out, and his vigilance didn't go unnoticed by Happy. He turned the younger man's clear regard for Ace over in his mind, studying it from all angles. Shark had been watching his back for most of the three years he'd been back on Quinn's crew, and had made half a dozen visits to Fallbrook with Happy in that time. He had an easy rapport with her, and had spent way more time in her chair than Happy had. He wondered if Shark felt any ownership over Ace, and didn't like the thought at all. Happy wanted Ace safe and untouched at all cost, but Tig was lightyears savvier than Shark when it came to protection, and there was no danger of attachment. Happy decided that since Shark was planning on settling in to Indian Hills for a few weeks anyway, he'd have a word with Jury, ask him to lay out the red carpet for him. The brother in question slid off his barstool and Happy knew that Ace must have finally come out of her room. When Shark didn't even glance his way, Happy decided that the brother would definitely do better with a charter, he no longer trusted him.
Having already decided on a course of action for Shark, Happy mentally dismissed him, focusing intently on Ace as she stepped out of the shadows and into the main room of the clubhouse. She looked amazing, her hair was a shining, red sheet down her back, and in contrast to the skimpy hooker outfits the pros were sporting, Ace was dressed in jeans with a dangerously low rise and a tight black tank whose hem hadn't been introduced to her pants. The inches of skin between the two fascinated Happy, and he was having a hard time deciding where he wanted to mark her first. He tracked her easily, watching her scanning the room, pleased that her first instinct was to find him. Her eyes didn't find him, though, distracted by Shark stepping up to greet her. Happy saw Tig watching the scene as well, but shook his head when the enforcer glanced his way. His trust in her was rewarded when Ace sidestepped Shark easily, and her eyes lit on him, ensconced in his dim corner. She cocked her head and the relief was plain on her face when he motioned her over.
"Get lost." He didn't even spare a look for the hooker, his eyes glued to Ace as she crossed to him, not pausing to answer any of the questioning gazes that followed her.
"Hey." Was all she said as she stood in front of him.
Happy felt his skin crawl, knowing that so many eyes were gauging his actions and reactions to this woman who was rumored to be his old lady.
"C'mere." He pulled her down onto his lap, burying a hand in her hair and kissing her, much harder than he had really intended. Surveying her swollen lips, though, Happy decided that he liked the way it looked on her.
Without another word, Happy turned his attention back to the clubhouse. He'd staked his claim, and he knew that he'd invited the interest of the Indian Hills Sons. As President, Jury was first to come and greet the new couple, and Happy quickly set the precedent of controlling the conversation. He liked Ace right where she was, protected physically by his body, and from the curiosity by his presence. He knew that her compliance was due to vigilance, not timidity, Ace liked to observe and learn before she jumped into anything.
"Can I get you guys anything?" A fresh looking brunette waif dressed in practically nothing popped up at his elbow. "Us girls keep some wine behind the bar, if you want." She addressed Ace directly, which seemed to put her at ease.
"Actually, I'd love Jameson straight up, if you have it." Ace chimed in, surprising the hell out of everyone within ear shot.
"I'm not going to have to pour you into bed, am I?" Happy asked her, wary at her choice of liquor.
"Please," She scoffed, "I learned to drink from my Irish mother. One glass of whiskey isn't going to put me out."
Happy nodded his assent to the little girl, holding up two fingers to indicate that he'd have the same. Once the initial crush of congratulations and introductions past, he was able to while away the hours listening to the stories of others, and watching Ace watch everyone else. She leaned contentedly into him, sipping on her first drink, humming occasionally in appreciation. When her glass was empty, she shifted on his lap and whispered into his ear. He released her, and sent her off to the bathroom, catching Tig's attention so that he could keep an eye on her, as well.
No sooner had Ace disappeared into the bathroom, than the blonde with the huge rack materialized at his side.
"Refill, honey?" She cooed, popping a hip out in what he supposed was a seductive pose.
"Sure." Was all he said.
"Jack?" She preened, like she was all proud of herself for knowing his drink.
"Nah, Jameson this time. I'm trading up." He dismissed her, turning back to the Sons in front of him. He immersed himself in the debate about Glocks versus SIGs so that he wouldn't have to acknowledge the whore when she returned.
Swept up in the discussion, he didn't see Ace narrow her eyes at him when she saw the bimbo hovering, one hand placed possessively on his shoulder. He didn't notice her stalking dangerously across the floor. But she had his full attention when she stepped right in front of him. She placed her hand on the arms of the chair, leaning in close. Her tits were right in his face, looking all kinds of spectacular. He adjusted his hardening cock unselfconsciously, not really caring who saw. Ace put her lips right next to his ear.
"I'm going to bed, but I'd really like to ride that big hard dick beforehand. Your call." She purred, low and hot.
Hap didn't move a muscle, watching for two heartbeats as she walked away from him. When she didn't hesitate, and didn't glance back to see if he was following, he was up and out of his chair, powerless to resist picking up the gauntlet she'd thrown at his feet. He handed his full glass to the hooker without taking his gaze off of Ace and then took off after her, ignoring the cheers and backslaps from his brothers as he passed.
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