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Happy pulled another beer from the bucket of ice at his feet, dropping the cap back in. Quinn and Tig were both talking, but he wasn't really listening to them anymore. He was focused on his old lady, laying out down at the end of the dock, wearing far less than he was particularly comfortable with. They'd stopped in the little tourist town so that she could buy that black scrap of swimsuit, and every time a boat of frat boys slowed down to scope her, Happy regretted it more.
"Settle down, Happy. Nothing's going to happen to her, here. Drink your beer." Quinn laid a heavy hand on Happy's shoulder, physically holding him in his seat.
"Hmph." Happy grunted, but took a deep swallow anyway.
"Is she going to be up to the long run down to SAMTAZ?" Quinn asked, watching his best enforcer watching Ace.
"Yeah," Tig broke in, answering. "She's a real tough broad, Quinn."
"I'm not taking her to SAMTAZ." Happy shrugged off Quinn's hand as yet another boat slowed. He was out of his seat and walking down the dock in the next instant when the two guys in the boat had idled right up next to the dock. He'd stuck his smoke in the corner of his mouth, and the beer bottle in his hand was definitely more weapon than refreshment.
"He's so much more fun with her around." Tig remarked, standing to get a better view. The floor show was cut short though. Ace's head popped up as soon as Happy's boots hit the wood, she smiled radiantly at him, and pushed her sunglasses up into her hair.
"Come here, baby." He called to her, bracing his boot and staring down the little boys in the boat. Coming more fully awake, Ace looked over her shoulder and noticed the lurkers. She wasted no time in getting to her feet.
"Is that your dad?" One of them called after her, obviously ogling her ass.
"No." She answered curtly, and pulled all her hair over her shoulder to reveal all her ink. Then she wrapped herself around her old man and let him tongue fuck her mouth to make the point. Happy took a last drag on the smoke and flicked it deliberately toward the boat still idling.
"Get the fuck outta here." Happy growled, dismissing them, and threw Ace over his shoulder.
Still on the porch, Tig smiled approvingly when he saw Ace flip the retreating boat the bird.
"But is he going to be able to stay focused with her around?" Quinn asked Tig quietly, watching as Happy let her slide down enough to wrap her long legs around his waist, and delicately bit his ear. It was obvious that she was describing all kinds of dirty deed to the killer.
"Yeah, I think so." Tig sat back down and grabbed the bottle Happy handed him as he blew past the pair on the porch. "He's good."
Inside the cabin, Happy kicked shut the flimsy door of the guest room, growling when it bounced back open. And when Ace laughed, he spun her and pushed her back against it hard. Panting hard with her mouth open, Ace very purposely dropped her hand and turned the lock. Turning again, Happy dropped her on the bed unceremoniously. He watched her silently as she reached back to untie the flimsy strings holding her top on, rising to kneel with her thighs spread.
"Take off the bottoms, too." He ordered, pulling off his cut and opening his belt. "If I do it, I'm ripping the fucking thing off."
Ace didn't answer, just pulled the ties on both sides, eyes never leaving Happy. The days they'd spent here at Quinn's house on the lake had shown her yet another face of her old man. With only Tig and Quinn to look on, he'd kept her close enough to be considered affectionate. And his appetite for her had increased with the contact. Several times a day, Ace found herself being dragged off by Happy for sex. He'd fucked her standing up in the boat house, one hand across her mouth. In the shower from behind, her hair wrapped around his wrist. He'd even let her ride him in the chair, though his fingers had left faint bruises on her ass, where he'd gripped her. Aside from the presence of Tig and the bearded old Nomad, Quinn, it was exactly what she imagined a honeymoon would be like.
Deliciously naked, Happy took her by the hair. He bent and kissed her thoroughly before guiding her mouth to his achingly hard cock. It seemed to him that no matter how many times or ways he had her, his capacity to want her only expanded. He knew that he kept pushing her to try to find her limits, but so far she'd only met every demand he'd made of her with evident enthusiasm. Groaning, he tightened his grip on her hair, pulling her mouth off of him.
"Turn around." He went to his knees on the bed behind her, barely giving her time to steady herself before he entered her. He renewed his grip on her hair, drawing her upright, so that she reached back to wrap one arm around the back of his neck. Between the work she'd done with her mouth and the tight grip of her pussy, Happy didn't think he could withstand the pressure much longer.
"Get your hand on that pretty pussy," He growled in her ear and felt her get even wetter. "I want to feel you cum."
It took only seconds for her to orgasm, arching even further, trusting her weight to Happy's strong arm banding across her stomach and up her chest. He took the opportunity to drive into her even harder, throwing his head back when he came. Ace let her head fall back on his shoulder while they both breathed heavily, and Happy found himself kissing her temple and watching her cheek rise in a smile.
"What am I supposed to do with you, huh?" He asked her quietly, pulling out of her and collapsing on the small bed. He opened his arms to her automatically, letting her curl up to him.
"Oh you seem to continue to answer that one for yourself, big man." She laughed, and then quieted, caught by one of the sudden moments of immense tenderness that had been plaguing her.
"Put some clothes on, you monkeys!" Tig called through the door. "Quinn said it's your turn to grill, Hap."
No Other Man Alive
It was just started to get dark on the lake. Tig was asleep in the canoe tied to the dock, his handgun on his chest. Ace was sitting cross-legged on the dock itself, presumably sketching the slumbering Nomad.
"Jax called." Quinn drew Happy's attention back to business.
"I bet he did." Happy slumped lower in his chair and lit another cigarette.
"He wants you back at Redwood, brother. He asked me what it would take to make that happen."
"I love Jax and I love Redwood, but I can't ever get behind muling drugs."
"He's not going to just give up, Hap. Jax is a new animal since he took the gavel."
"No, Jax is a new animal because his old lady left him again. Charming is fucking cursed."
Ace had abandoned her sketchbook as the light faded, and Happy watched her, itching to go down to her.
"Is she staying with your mother when you go to SAMTAZ?" Quinn guessed, trying to keep Happy's attention.
"No. I don't want her that far. I'll set her up in Phoenix until the sitch in Tucson is handled. It's close enough that I can get to her and a big enough city that she'll be completely anonymous." Happy explained the plan he'd carefully considered for her.
"And why not just take her to Tucson? I know you won't be there the whole time, but she would be protected." Quinn cared less about where Happy was leaving his wife and more about the whys of it.
"SAMTAZ isn't even close to whole. She'll be safer in Phoenix." Happy's tone brooked no argument, clearly closing the subject as Ace started back toward them, Tig trailing behind her.
"Tig wants to sample the local talent." Ace laughed, dropping into the chair next to Happy. He dragged it closer, leaning over to bite her shoulder.
"Hanging around you two is giving me Smurf balls. Let's go rile up the locals!" Tig clapped his hands in gleeful anticipation.
"You coming, Quinn?" Happy asked, putting his cigarette out.
"No, you guys go ahead. Try not to start any trouble, I gotta live here."
No Other Man Alive
The local dive bar was packed with sun burnt tourists. Happy leaned with his back against the bar, Ace sat on a stool to his right. They were both riveted by the train wreck taking place down at the end of the bar, where Tig was laying down whatever passed for charm in his book.
"Does she even see it coming?" Ace asked, running a hand across Happy's stomach, hoping to provoke some sort of response, but he just shrugged, ignoring her wandering hand.
"Nah, young as she is, all she sees is the cut. Bitches like that all think that their magical pussies will tame the poor misdirected bad boy." Happy explained, turning his attention back to Ace, as Tig pulled his collegiate companion back toward the bathrooms.
"Yeah? What about this magical pussy, hmm, big man?" Ace hooked a boot around his leg and Happy finally let her pull him closer. He pressed her back into the bar, running his hands up her legs.
"Insatiable, huh?" He let her bite his bottom lip, but then pulled away. It made him uncomfortable having his back unprotected with so many people.
"Just with you." Ace let him push her off.
"Oh shit!" Happy saw Tig get blindsided by a right cross. "Don't move!"
Ace watched Happy wading into the fray, as more and more drunk assholes started throwing their fists around. It worried her that her two men were both still obviously sporting facial wounds from Tacoma, it made for easy targets. She lost sight of them, though, as the roiling knot of fighters moved closer. She scanned for any sign of a cut, and not able to find either one of them, Ace took off for the front door before she got overrun.
The parking lot outside was full of retreating patrons, and knots of people, mostly women, standing around bitching about the fight inside. Ace sidled to the back of the lot where Tig and Happy's Harleys were lined up with a couple of other, absurdly colorful motorcycles. She leaned a hip on Happy's seat, watching the flow of foot traffic on the little tourist Main St.
"Hey, aren't you with those two bikers?" Ace's head snapped to the right where two young and preppy twenty-somethings were approaching. She decided not to answer, just pushed off from her perch and started back toward the bar.
"Where ya going?" The one with the ridiculous diamond earring and white hat cut her off, and she could see his buddy behind her. Still not saying a word, Ace sidestepped him deliberately, but before she could get around him, his buddy grabbed her arm, spinning her.
"I bet you like it rough, don't you, slut?" He pulled her close, and his rank breath washed over her face.
"Clearly she's no stranger to two at a time, huh?"
Decided that the time for silence had definitely passed, Ace burst into motion, throwing her slight weight around trying to find any weakness. She screamed Happy's name once, as loud as she could before one of them got a hand over her mouth. She bit down until she tasted blood, but barely got a breath in before the hand was back in place.
"Jesus Christ, are you kidding me with this shit? The fucking pussy in this town is cursed!" Ace smiled when she heard Tig, renewing her struggle to get loose.
"Get your fucking hands off of her." Happy's voice was quiet, and accompanied by the distinct sound of a pistol round being chambered.
"Hey no problem, man." Ace stumbled as the pussy behind her shoved her toward Hap. "She was asking for it, though."
Happy pushed her behind him, and off balance, Ace sat down hard on the gravel. From there she could see Happy brutally pistol whip the man across the face. Less than a minute later the two had disappeared into the dark. Ace rolled onto all fours, trying to clear her mouth of the blood. She looked up when she felt Happy standing over her.
"Are you fucking stupid?" He spat, not offering a hand to help her up. She stared up at him, mouth hanging open in astonishment. "Answer me. Are you fucking stupid? Because I distinctly remember telling you not to motherfucking move."
"No, Happy, I'm not." Ace pulled herself up and spat the last of the blood on the gravel between their feet.
"You two can fuck and makeup later, we gotta leave before the cops get here." Tig called from where he had already mounted his bike. Happy clamped a hand on her shoulder, marching her roughly to the motorcycle. Ace shrugged her shoulder, not really trying to shake him off, just making the point. She stood with her arms crossed as Happy rocked his Harley up.
"Get on." He growled, handing her her helmet. She got on with a huff, and Happy took off without warning, forcing her to grab onto him.
No Other Man Alive
"I didn't stay there because my ass was about to get run over!" Ace shoved him, trying to get two inches of breathing room.
"Yeah? How'd that work out for you? Got real far from the fight, huh?" He didn't move a millimeter, and his hands flexed and fisted over and over at his sides, his adrenaline from seeing her at another man's mercy not even remotely close to being spent.
"Jesus, Happy, it's wasn't my fault I got jumped in the parking lot. And I wasn't fighting a whole lot because there were two of them, and I knew you'd be there any second, there wasn't much point to me getting the shit kicked outta me."
"You know what's real fucking handy in ending a threat that's bigger than you, Ace?" He growled, taking a SIG from his holster and slamming it into her hand. "A motherfucking gun. If you were carrying, like I fucking told you before we left Tacoma, this wouldn't have happened."
Without saying a word, and with very deliberate movements, Ace spread his cut, and replaced the SIG. She stuck a hand in the interior pocket, pulled out his smokes and a lighter, then spun on her heel and took off down the dock.
"Does she smoke?" Tig asked from the porch, where he'd been watching the festivities.
"Not that I knew of." Happy climbed the stairs and took the beer Tig held out to him. "Got a smoke?"
The pair laughed at the stupid hilarity of the moment, and sat in the worn porch chairs. Happy tipped his chair back to kill the light, so he could watch Ace more easily. She was pacing the end of the dock, and he could faintly hear that she was talking to herself.
"You gotta quit jumping on her like that, brother." Tig was the unlikely voice of reason in the dark. Happy didn't say anything, just dropped his empty in the cooler and grabbed a new bottle. Down at the dock, Ace had quit pacing and sat.
"Why's that?" Happy finally asked, relaxing back into the chair. He saw Ace look back to the house and wondered if she could see him.
"She trusts you, man, trusted you enough to walk away from her entire life and let you handle her business. You keep slamming her like that, and she ain't gonna trust you, and I don't think you're gonna like what that looks like."
"She drives me fucking insane." Happy answered, which made Tig laugh again.
"That's all bitches, Hap. It's when they get boring that shit goes South." Tig dumped his empty and stood up. "I'm going to bed, A.Z. is a long way away."
It was another half an hour before Hap felt confident that he could speak to Ace without pissing her off further. He kicked off his boots and left them on the porch, not wanting to alert her that he was coming. It was a wasted effort, though, it seemed that she knew the second he stepped onto the dock.
"Are you coming to throw me in?" She asked drily, not turning to look at him.
"Not a chance." He moved her boots off to the side and slid down behind her, dropping his feet into the water next to hers. She didn't push him away, but she kept herself stiffly upright, not leaning back into him. "I don't ever want another man to touch you, Ace. You're too valuable."
"Hmph." She snorted, and let him pull her back against his chest.
"You can't keep ignoring the shit I tell you, though. I can't do what I have to do if I'm worried about you."
"You worried about me, big man?" She finally relented, and rested her weight on him.
"I ain't exactly done much else since I picked you up." Happy grabbed the pack of cigarettes and lit one. He held it out for her, but she shook her head.
"Smoking will kill you."
"There are a lot of ways I could kick it, baby, smoking doesn't top the list."
"You can't just scream at me when you're pissed." Ace finally said, kicking the water idly."If you want me to carry all the time, I will, I just didn't think I needed to since you were there."
"I'm not gonna be there when we get to Arizona. SAMTAZ is completely fubared, so I'm dropping you in Phoenix while I go to work." He explained, rubbing her legs. Ace just nodded silently, but he could feel her breathing change. "We'll go see my ma first, but only overnight, I gotta get moving on this job."
"It's been forever since I've seen Delia." Ace smiled up at him, her voice wistful.
"The whole block is going to lose their shit over us." He laughed, stubbing the smoke.
"Us." Ace echoed, thoughtfully.
"Yes, crazy Ace, us. Now can we please go the fuck inside? I had plans for you before Tig got tangled up, and I'd really like to get back to that." The big Nomad was dangerously close to whining, and any final reservations Ace had evaporated.
"Yeah, let's get back to that." She agreed, turning her back to kiss him.
No Other Man Alive
"Hey." Tig intercepted Happy on the way out to pack his hard bags. "Just a heads up, Juice called. Somebody's been looking for you in Oak Town."
"Thanks. Someone's always looking for me in Oak Town."
"I don't know, man, that shit you pulled in Fallbrook, you gotta watch your six for blowback."
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