Disclaimer-I can claim ownership of this story, my OCs, and the men of my husband's club, but sadly, not the men of Sons of Anarchy, Ol' Skool Rodz magazine, or Playboy magazine although I do own copies of both. Also, please don't actually use the Queen's Wave; it's a good way to get your ass kicked.
Happy came half awake to the pitch dark of his familiar Tacoma dorm. He was groggy, and it took him a minute to place the warm weight that was on top of him, rocking slowly. His body had already responded, his cock hard and ready. As soon as he cracked an eye, he saw that Ace had been waiting for him.
"That's right big man, wake up."
Happy struggled to orient himself, and to open his eyes again. He and Ace had fallen into bed fairly late, after some quick, utilitarian sex. He couldn't tell what time it was without rolling over to check the clock, and that wasn't much of an option with Ace straddling him, rubbing herself all over the hard on she'd no doubt manufactured.
"What are you doing?" His voice was like ground glass, barely more than a whisper, and he summoned enough strength to run his hands up her thighs, even though he couldn't bring himself to pick his head up.
"Fuck me, Hap." Ace was begging, and despite knowing that something was definitely off with her, he couldn't deny her. "Please, Hap, just do me hard, I need you."
She was reaching between them, no doubt intending to slide herself onto him. She was clearly wet enough, her slick folds were gliding easily over his dick. He caught her wrist, and twisted, rolling Ace off of him. Before she could protest, and somehow he knew that she would, he followed. She opened her legs wide to him, but he jacked her left knee even higher. He caught both her wrists in his left hand, pinning them over her head, leaning heavily on them. He lined himself up at her entrance, but deliberately didn't push into her.
"Happy, please." Ace mewled, trying to buck her hips, but he kept himself out of her reach easily. "Fuck me hard, Hap."
Not even certain that this was really happening; Happy gave into her begging, slamming into her hard enough to make her cry out. He wanted to stop to make sure she was alright, but couldn't hold himself back from riding her ruthlessly. Instead of easing him, it made everything more and more surreal when she kept pleading. It was over quickly, and he wasn't even sure whether or not she'd come. Happy collapsed on her, already drifting as his breathing slowed. He released her hands, and she wrapped them around his shoulders, holding him to her, even though he wasn't going anywhere. If he had been awake he might have heard her whisper into the dark.
No Other Man Alive
It was a relief to him that Happy woke immediately this time when Ace left the bed. He was still face down on the bed and could smell their combined sweat still lingering in the sheets. Ace was walking to the bathroom naked, and he could see that her stride was off. She didn't look back at him, but she did leave the door wide open, so he could hear her use the toilet and turn on the shower. He took voyeuristic pleasure in watching her through the clear glass. When she stepped back into the water, out of his view, Happy rolled to his back, stretching slowly to work out all the kinks of his age. He rubbed a hand over his head and face, feeling every mile of his age and then some. With a grunt, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up. He stayed still, only moving his hand to his mouth to smoke his morning Marlboro, mind racing to make sense of his memories from the night before.
The water was still running when he'd smoked to the filter, so Happy went to test his reception in the bathroom. Ace had her face turned up to the spray, letting the water run down her body. She smiled over her shoulder when he slid the glass open. He took it for an invitation, climbing in behind her. He pressed against her back, the hot water stinging his new ink, making him hiss. Ace leaned into him, careful to keep her head and hair off of his ink. Her eyes were closed, and she looked completely peaceful, so he wrapped an arm across her chest and rested his chin on top of her head.
They stayed like that for several long minutes, silent under the water. Happy was content with the quiet until Ace brought her hands up to grip his arm and he saw the dark smudges marking her wrists. Stepping away, he turned her to study her skin, finding another dark mark on the inside of the thigh he vaguely remembered cranking up. He dragged a finger across it contemplatively.
"Hap, I'm fine." He looked back to her face to find her rolling her eyes, and suddenly pissed, he grabbed one of her wrists, squeezing deliberately until she winced.
"What the fuck was that shit last night, Ace?" Happy demanded, his throat on fire from the effort of speaking first thing in the morning.
"You didn't like being woken up for a middle of the night sack session?" Ace's voice fell flat of the teasing note she'd been trying for, and with a twist, she yanked her wrist from his grasp. She didn't make it far, though, because he traded a one handed grip on her wrist for a two handed one around her upper arms.
"I'd like it fine if that's all it was."
"I don't sleep much, Hap." She dropped her eyes, looking vulnerable and more than a little angry at being caught out. "It fucks with my head sometimes. I won't do it again if you don't want me to."
"It's fine." He relented, letting go of her arms and running his hands through the impossibly heavy curtain of her hair. "Just wake me all the way up next time."
No Other Man Alive
It was still pretty early when they made it out to the deserted main room of the clubhouse, well before 9:00. There was no one around except a pair of Prospects, cleaning in the kitchen.
"Where is everyone?" Ace asked, because it was clear that people had been and gone.
"Bowie owns a construction and contracting business. Most of the guys here work for him. They're generally out before 7:00. It's a good gig, it makes all the guys enough legal money to live on, with insurance and shit, and they don't have to fight a boss if they need time off for club business."
"Huh." She rolled that over in her mind, looking back at him. "That's pretty smart."
The Prospects served up two plates of eggs, with toast and bacon, on the bar only minutes after they'd sat down and without being asked. Ace watched the two men, both young, probably early twenties. She shifted her attention from the Prospects, who were mopping now, back to her old man, studying him.
"What?" It was more of a demand than a question.
"Trying to picture you as a Prospect. Or doing construction." She admitted, pushing her plate away, still fairly stacked with food.
"Union certified electrician." Happy smirked at her surprised expression. "What? Did you think I was just a dumb gun runner?"
"No, I know you're not dumb, I just never pictured you punching a time card." She deliberately ignored the gun running comment, pushing down the anxiety.
"It was aight. And Prospecting sucks, but it doesn't last forever, and there's some satisfaction to be had in serving the men who will be your brothers."
The more nervous looking Prospect approached them warily, bussing their dishes, then stopped.
"Are you Happy?" He asked, scanning the ink on Happy's chest and arms, exposed because he'd opted not to bother with a shirt.
"Yeah, I'm fucking overjoyed." Happy deadpanned.
"Hap!" Ace hissed reproachfully, which cause the poor Prospect to look her way, momentarily relieved.
"Hey!" Happy stood abruptly, and the Prospect jumped back. "Don't you look at my old lady. Who told you that you could eye fuck my old lady?"
"No one, sorry, sir." The Prospect dropped his eyes to the bar immediately. Ace stared at Happy in openmouthed shock, but then he grinned at her, and she rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, that's what I thought." He growled at the Prospect. "Now what did you need me for?"
"Oh, uh, just supposed to tell you that Kozik and Tig stayed up all night and took care of escorting all the old ladies this morning. Tig said you knew how to get ahold of him. Sir."
"Yeah, I do. Who's down in the office today?"
"I don't know, I could check if you want."
The other Prospect came out to the bar, coffee in hand.
"Maryanne is downstairs. I think she has Colton with her, too." The Prospect told him, and he was much more comfortable than the other Prospect, still standing with his eyes down and dishes in hand.
"Penny, good to see you, man. Bowie didn't tell me you had finally decided to Prospect. How long til your time is up?" Happy looked genuinely, well, happy to see the younger man.
"I'm 9 months in, so at least another 3 before anyone considers calling a vote." Penny replied. "Want some more coffee? Ma'am?"
"You'll get your rocker, man, you've been a friend to the club for a long time. And we're good on coffee, I'mma take her down to see Maryanne then we're rolling out to Cat's place to shoot."
"Sounds good. Want me to call Kozik to come roll with you?"
"Yeah, I guess so. Thanks, man." Happy was already pulling Ace to her feet.
"Penny?" She mouthed at him, when the Prospects headed back to the kitchen, the man in question anything but feminine with a huge beard and rock hard arms.
"Ha, yeah, he's been a hangaround for a lot of years. He'd think about Prospecting, then disappear for a few months, but he always turned back up, like a bad penny." Ace snorted at the explanation.
"And who are Maryanne and Colton?" She asked, following Happy down the exterior stairs.
"Maryanne is Donut's old lady, and Colton is their son. I think he's 5 now."
Happy pushed her through the door into a much nicer office than Ace had expected. Through the big windows, she could see the warehouse floor with equipment and supplies from floor to ceiling. She only barely saw the blond blur that zipped past her and tried to tackle Happy around the knees.
"Hey little man." Happy greeted the boy, holding his fist out for a knuckle tap. "You been taking care of your ma?"
"Yep!" The little boy popped the 'P' and turned to point at Ace. "Who's she?"
Hap squatted, knees popping, down to the kid's level. "That's my old lady, Ace. Ace, this is Colton."
She solemnly took the boy's hand and shook it. "Very nice to meet you."
"She's pretty." The boy informed Happy, a very cocky grin on his face.
"Get your own, dude, this one's mine." Happy stood back up, shaking his head at the kid. "Where's your mom?"
"She's right here! I thought I heard you, Happy!" A plump woman with a kind face came sailing through the door behind them. She squeezed his hand, then turned to Ace. "You must be Ace, I'm Maryanne, Donut is my old man."
"Oh. Nice to meet you." Ace shook the woman's hand, trying to remember whether she'd met Donut or not.
"Oh, don't even try, sweetie. There are entirely too many of us to keep straight." Maryanne waved a hand dismissively, and then focused in on the bite mark still clearly visible on Ace's neck. "Jesus, Happy, she's your old lady, not a chew toy."
"Jealous old Donut isn't any good in the sack?" He teased right back.
"Hmph." Maryanne didn't bother responding, just changed the subject. "Bowie wanted to know if you wanted to clock in later. He's got a residential wiring job that needs to get done sooner rather than later."
"Yeah, I can do it. We'll come back here around three. Bowie's putting on the full court press, huh?"
"You know he's not going to give up until you come back." Maryanne sat at the desk and put glasses on, getting back to her work, her son mimicking his mother with crayons and a coloring book.
"Not gonna happen. I'm too much a one percenter to settle back into a charter, it makes me claustrophobic."
"Don't shoot the messenger. Here's the address. Make sure you get someone to ride out with you."
"Koz and Tig are on their way, we're going out to Cat's for a while." Happy was retreating, holding the door open for Ace. "Colton, you keep your mom under control, you hear?" He managed to pull Ace out of the door and close it just before the pen Maryanne had thrown hit it.
"Come on, let's get our shit, I don't want to wait around longer than we have to." Happy was already taking the steps three at a time.
No Other Man Alive
"You're really not putting a shirt on?" Ace asked Happy when they were back down at his Harley.
"Nope. It's gonna sting like a bitch just closing my cut." He replied, checking her Glock before stowing it in his hardbag. "That registered?"
"Of course. And I could have just covered up your ink so it wouldn't rub." She pointed out. "I'm going to have to touch it up in a few weeks. Is this always how you treat my work?"
"Chill out. You can touch it up whenever, it's not like I gotta ride all the way to Fallbrook if it heals weird." He tugged on her braid and handed her helmet over, just as Tig and Kozik turned into the lot.
"Sun's out, guns out!" Kozik yelled over the sound of his engine, planting his boots and flexing his left arm.
"You live in fucking Washington, the sun's never out, you stupid shit." Tig complained. "Hurry up, Cat has a couch in her office with my name on it."
Kozik revved his engine, drowning out whatever else Tig had to say, which left Ace laughing. When Happy nodded to her, she braced her hands on his shoulders and mounted up. She wrapped her arms around him, genuinely glad to be back on her bitch seat. Kozik checked to make sure both motorcycles were ready to roll, then revved again and pulled out, Tig and Happy close behind.
They rode through the city of Tacoma in a tight formation, and Ace rested her chin on Happy's shoulder, watching the city go by. She saw a group of 5 motorcycles coming toward them from the opposite direction, left hands extended out and down. Kozik and Tig both followed suit, but Happy waited until the last second and then busted out a completely ridiculous pageant queen wave just as the riders flew by. Ace was the only one of their group who saw it, and threw her head back, laughing loudly. Happy dropped his hand and squeezed her knee approvingly.
No Other Man Alive
"Alright, you all set?" Happy asked, handing over a set of ear pro. Ace nodded, concentrating hard on keeping a straight face. She had three clips laid out, and knew that Happy and Kozik had low expectations.
"Head or heart?" Ace asked, still maintaining her innocent face, but Hap had narrowed his eyes at her, so she must have slipped at least a little.
"Just go for body shots, sweetheart, we want to see what you're working with." Kozik was casually condescending.
Ace deliberately fumbled the clip, sliding it in awkwardly. She turned sideways to the lane, Glock pointed down in an easy grip. She looked over her shoulder to where Hap lounged and smirked. In the next instant, she pulled the slide, and emptied the clip quickly, keeping every single round within a 2 inch circle. She smoothly released the magazine, slamming another one home, and this time took aim right between the target's eyes. Having finished the second clipped, she field stripped the Glock and laid it next to the last full clip.
"Holy. Shit." Kozik was slack jawed, staring at her in amazement. Ace just smiled sweetly up at him, then turned to catch Happy's reaction. His hands were steepled in front of his face and he tapped a finger twice, then stood. He stalked to where she stood and placed another full clip on her ledge, then silently replaced her target. This time he didn't let off the button until the target reached the range's farthest position.
"Again." He told her, returning to his spot.
This time Ace didn't bother with the theatrics, she was locked and loaded and firing seconds after Hap's nod. This target was just as tight as the last one.
"Did I do ok?" She asked Kozik, grinning widely.
"Have you been working with her, Killah?" Kozik addressed Happy, assuming that must be where she'd acquired her skill.
"No. She said she was good, but I didn't expect her to be that good." Happy admitted, studying his old lady closely.
"My husb-, uh, my…." She trailed off, not sure what to call her late husband.
"Yeah the shitbag, got it." Happy broke in, not thrilled with where this was going.
"Yeah, him. He spent a lot of time at the indoor range on weekends trying to qualify for a sharpshooting team. So, it was either join him when I was off of work, or not see him." Ace explained.
"I'm equal parts terrified for my own safety and turned on right now." Happy continued to study her. "Can you do that with other calibers, or just your own piece?"
"I'm better with this, but I started with a little .22 and I'm decent with a G38."
Happy considered her for a moment longer, then turned his gaze to Kozik.
"What are you carrying these days?" He asked, already pulling one of his own P220 Match Elites from beneath his cut.
"G39, it's probably pretty similar to what she's used to. Want to see her fire it?" Kozik handed over his own pistol and dug a couple spare clips from the bag on the table.
Happy returned to her side, laying his SIG down, too. He put his hands on her hips, pulling her ass right into his hard on.
"You gonna keep shooting like that, or are you a one trick pony?" He breathed into her ear, trying to unbalance her. Kozik had pointedly turned his back, pretending to be very interested in the wall. Ace ground her ass into him.
"Oh, I know all kinds of tricks, big man." She grinned over her shoulder at him, then went to work on the G39 disassembling, then reassembling it, finally sliding the clip in and pulling the slide. She pulled her ear pro into place as Hap backed up half a pace and leaned against the lane divider. Her first shot went a little wide, but still hit solidly in the chest, and she corrected, finishing the clip right where she wanted to. She looked back at Hap questioningly, and he tapped his ear, indicating that he wanted to tell her something.
"Try my piece. It's going to kick a little harder than Kozik's Glock. SIGs pack a lot of punch."
It spoke volumes when she took the time to familiarize herself with the P220. Hap and Kozik both lit cigarettes, twin pillars of scrutiny on either side of her. It didn't faze her, though, and she didn't rush the process. When she was ready, she pulled her ear pro back into place and shot slowly, getting to know the action. On her second clip, she fired quickly, and surprisingly accurately.
"Daddy can we keep her?" Tig drawled, joining the party.
Happy flipped him the bird, then took the SIG from Ace's hand, turning it sideways and emptied the last remaining clip into the target's head. It was so casual, he hadn't even bothered to square with the target, still off center behind Ace. It told Ace more about his experiences in the club than anything he had said the night before.
"Nice shooting, baby." Happy kissed the top of her head.
"Clay called." Tig informed Happy.
"Yeah? Is he pissed at you?"
"He's furious with both of us. Thinks you're going to get soft with an old lady. Said the club needed you more."
"Well fuck Clay very much. His old lady practically runs Redwood."
"Fair warning, Jax is gonna come calling. He wants you back in Charming, and now that he knows your old lady tattoos, too, he's gonna push you and Quinn hard on it."
"The prince can push all he wants, bad shit happens in Charming, and I don't want any part of his Cartel deal."
"Jesus, Hap, say it a little louder." Kozik narrowed his eyes significantly at Ace. Deciding that she didn't really want to hear about anything involving a Cartel anyway, Ace put her ear pro back on and reloaded her G19.
No Other Man Alive
"Do I have to stay in the room again?" Ace asked, a little petulantly, as Happy changed into work clothes.
"Nah, not here. It's probably only gonna be the single guys, though, so pay attention. Penny'll keep an eye on you if you need anything." Happy kissed her hard, wishing that he'd turned down Bowie's work so that he could climb onto the bed with Ace and hopefully shake the semi-disturbing memories of last night's experience. "Be good, baby."
Ace sat on the bed, looking around her. She snooped through the drawers, pausing to smell a t-shirt. She flipped through a copy of Ol' Skool Rodz, and a couple Playboys. Having exhausted all the entertainment that Happy's dorm room had to offer, Ace grabbed her sketchbook to use as social armor and headed to the door. She opened it a crack and heard male voices, then closed it again.
"Pussy." She scolded herself, rolling her eyes at her own cowardice. Everyone here was a trusted friend of Happy, so she had absolutely nothing to be worried about. Taking a deep breath, Ace walked out into the hallway, which was blissfully empty. The main room was less empty, and a definite sausage fest. She stopped short of actually entering the room, considering a strategic retreat back to the dorm room until Happy got back.
"Hey, Hap's girl came out to play!" A baritone called attention to her lurking in the shadows. Mentally pulling on her big girl panties, Ace waved awkwardly to the room and high tailed it to a table with decent natural lighting.
"Can I getcha anything, Ace?" Penny popped up at her elbow before she even had a chance to set herself up.
"Oh, um, thanks Penny. Can I get anything that's not soda or alcohol?" She asked, and he smiled when she remembered his name.
"I've got some sweet tea, will that be alright?"
"Perfect."
Ace lost herself in working on a pencil drawing of Happy that he'd interrupted in Indian Hills. It amazed her that even asleep, he looked completely in control of himself.
"Ace, how ya doing?" An exceptionally large man spun the chair next to her around and sat with his arms across the back.
"I'm good. I'm sorry, who are you?" Ace moved to close her book, but he stopped her, turning it toward him, whistling softly in admiration.
"Lorca. You really are quite the artist, huh? Was it really you who inked Happy?" The giant tapped the base of his own throat in demonstration.
"Yep." Ace couldn't hide her grin, glad to know that her man wasn't hiding his new ink. "I've been tattooing for 15 years."
"And you're good, right?" Lorca pushed, waving Penny away after he handed Ace her drink.
"Very. I specialize in Americana, pin up, and Latino script, but I'm pretty good with anything that's not a portrait. Are you looking to get inked, Lorca?" She pulled her sketchbook back, closing it, because the drawing of Happy was more intimate than she really cared to share with a stranger, brother or not.
"Yeah, I was hoping you could do this in blue and black Americana." He pointed to a patch on his cut.
"Men of Mayhem? Yeah, I mean, I don't know what the club's rules are, but as long as that's fine, I can do that for you." Ace stuttered, trying to figure out if the guy was serious or just testing her.
"As long as you're only putting club tattoos on club men, it's fine, there aren't really limitations. Besides, the responsibility lands on whoever asked for the tat, not the old lady who put it there." Lorca reasoned with her.
"OK. Well how big and where is it going?" Ace asked, itching to go to work. She was used to constantly feeding her need to tattoo and the taste she'd gotten working on Happy wasn't nearly enough to satisfy her.
"About yay big, and right across my ribs, here." Lorca held up his thumb and forefinger about 3 inches apart, measuring it on his right side.
"OK, well I'd charge $350 and it would take about an hour and a half. When do you want to do this?" Ace was all business now.
"How about now? I got nowhere else to be." Lorca pulled his wallet from his pocket and counted out the cash.
"Now?" Ace asked, stupidly staring at the pile of cash. "Uh, sure. The best light is by the bar. Can you hold your arm up while I work or do you need to lay down?"
"I'm sure I'll be fine. Let's rock and roll." Lorca pulled her up with him, and he looked twice as big standing.
No Other Man Alive
Happy, Kozik, and Tig climbed the stairs to the clubhouse in the rain. It was almost 7:00, later than Happy had wanted to be back, especially knowing that Ace was on her own. It bugged him that not seeing her for a few hours made him so edgy. All he wanted was a hot shower and Ace, and to not talk to anyone else. He loved Tacoma, but in such a big charter, there was always someone talking, and all the noise made him tired. He dragged himself up the last few stairs behind Tig and Kozik, and when the two exchanged a wary look, Happy found that he wasn't tired at all.
"What?" He asked, pushing past them into the room. Ace had her back to him, and he was briefly thrilled to see her hair up, leaving his name unobstructed. The good feelings evaporated when he noted that Lorca, that big bastard, was sitting perpendicular in front of her, shirtless.
"Hey, Hap! Your girl's a genius with a needle!" Lorca waved from his perch. Ace stopped, and turned, a huge smile on her face. It faded the second she caught sight of his face, becoming more worried the closer he got.
"How long do you have left?" He asked her directly, ignoring Lorca completely.
"Only just a few minutes, I was just finishing some shading. Hap-"
"I think you're done now." He cut her off. "Go back to the room. I'll bring your stuff."
"Are you serious?" Ace was obviously beginning to get pissed.
"Dead serious."
"Happy, it's my fault, I told her it was fine." Lorca tried to break in, but Happy ignored him altogether.
Ace set her gun down on the bar with deceptive care, and snapped off her gloves. She sailed past Happy without looking at him, jaw set at a hard angle. At a nod from Happy, Tig followed her, but when she reached the room she shared with Happy, she slammed the door in Tig's face.
Happy hadn't moved, still standing in the clubhouse with his boot planted and his arms crossed. He waited a long moment while Lorca tried to explain, giving Tig time to get Ace out of the room. When he was sure she'd reached their room, using the slammed door as a safe indication, he grabbed the back of Lorca's head with his right hand and dug the knuckles of his left fist into the raw skin his wife had been kind enough to leave for him.
"You're goddamn right it's your fucking fault." He growled in Lorca's ear, oblivious to Kozik trying to pull him off.
"I didn't think you'd be this pissed, man, I'm sorry!" Lorca's teeth were gritted against the pain in his side.
"Not as sorry as you're going to be." Happy relented, allowing Kozik to pull him backward. "I'm going to beat the fucking piss out of you, count on it."
"Okay, come on, Killah, calm down." Kozik dragged him into the hallway, and shoved him toward Tig. "I think you pissed off your old lady."
"Oh that's nothing compared to what I'm about to do." Happy promised and flung the door open. "What. The. Fuck. Ace?" He ducked just in time to avoid getting clocked in the face by one of his own heavy belt buckles, although Kozik wasn't quite as lucky, taking the projectile right on the cheekbone. In retaliation he shoved Happy hard through the door and closed it.
"Three to one, Ace draws blood." Tig leaned against the doorframe, settling in. "She doesn't have her Glock in there, does she?"
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