Disclaimer-No Other Man Alive is the sole property of moi. So are the OCs that appear and the plotlines. The Sons, sadly, do not belong to me.
Ace was completely happy to be kept tucked under Happy's heavy arm for the night. For what Happy had assured her was a low key night, the crush of people was astounding, and also incredibly intimidating. Nova hasn't been joking when he'd told her that inquiring minds wanted to know, the flow of Sons wanting to meet her had been constant for the first hour, and she'd been grateful that Happy managed the attention without requiring much from her.
She leaned heavily into him, beginning to get sleepy from the glass of Jameson in her hand, and weary of sharing him. He was a clear favorite, and despite keeping her anchored to him, he hadn't had much time or attention to spare for her. She'd spent nearly a month apart from him, and wanted to hide him away for twice as long. Happy kissed the top of her head, and she couldn't help the stupid smile on her face.
"Doing alright?" He asked, mouth close to her ear, and she closed her eyes to enjoy the rush. She just hummed, and bit her lip when he grazed his teeth against her neck. "Let's go find a bed, baby."
Happy kept his arm around her neck, liking that she'd run her hand under the back of his shirt, clutching his belt to keep her balance. He'd been intent on collecting Tig, and taking off for the motel, but couldn't blow off Juice when he'd stopped them.
"Hey man, we heard you picked up an old lady. Way to go brother!" Ace smiled at the pretty mohawked Puerto Rican's unbridled enthusiasm, liking him immediately.
"Thanks, brother. Where's your old lady tonight?" Happy asked him, looking past him to the bar where Tig had a hand down some crow eater's shirt while he talked with Clay and Chibs.
"At home with the baby." Juice pulled out his phone and turned to Ace. "We have newborn, want to see him?"
"Of course!" She laughed, because Juice was going to show her the baby whether she wanted to see it or not. "Oooh, he's cute!" She ended up cooing, both at the baby and the proud daddy.
"Oh, and Jenna-that's my old lady-said that if you didn't have anything to wear for tomorrow that she could pick you up in the morning because she has to get something, too. Since the baby her rack got huge and nothing fits." Ace's eyes got big at all the word vomit that Juice had just unloaded on her, and she looked helplessly up at Happy, who just nodded.
"Um, sure, that would be good, I guess." Ace smiled, a little awkwardly.
"Hey, stay here with Juice, I'll be right back." Happy kissed her, ignoring the questioning look she gave him. He crossed to where Tig was still fondling the bored looking blonde. "We're taking off, brother, you coming?"
Tig looked up at him a little blearily, and shook his head.
"Nah, man, I think I'm gonna crash here tonight." Tig answered, squeezing one of the blonde's breasts for emphasis.
"We'll take care'a him." Chibs promised, then pointed across the clubhouse to Ace. "Now that is a fine looking woman you got. Heard it took you a while, though."
"Where's Bobby? I haven't seen him all night." Happy ignored Chibs' jab, watching Ace still talking to Juice, looking at more baby pictures.
"Stockton. He got picked up on one'a his Tahoe runs, some bullshit from '92. Rosen's trying to get him clear." Chibs explained, then got distracted when Ace downed the last of her drink. "Is she drinkin' whiskey?"
"Jameson." Happy grinned, knowing the Scotsman's drink of choice.
"I'm so proud of you, brother." Chibs hugged him, and patted his cheek. Still laughing, Happy took a last look at Tig, and headed back to Ace, who was handing her glass off to a passing Prospect.
"Let's go." He said, grabbing her hand, and nodding goodbye to Juice.
"Tig's not coming?" She asked, checking behind them to make sure she hadn't missed him.
"Nah, he's too wasted to ride, he'll stay here."
"Juice is cute." She commented as she pulled her leather on. Happy shot her a dirty look and she grinned. "Not like that. Like a little degenerate puppy."
No Other Man Alive
Happy came slowly to consciousness on his side, and was aware first of Ace's ass parked firmly against his raging morning wood. He'd apparently kept her close even in sleep, his arm was tight around her waist, and his hand was cupped around one of her perfect tits. Unable to resist, he shifted his hips against her, and groaned. He kneaded the breast in his hand, and kissed the sensitive skin where her shoulder met her neck. As she began to stir, he slid one leg between hers, opening her up further for him.
"Wake up." He croaked, and bit her shoulder, pushing his hard cock against her ass again. When her hand came up to rest on his hip, he reluctantly abandoned his grip on her breast to slide his hand between her legs. She made a sleepy sound of approval and he teased her until she began to move against his hand, which did all kinds of great things to his erection, still pressed against her.
"Yeah?" He asked, dipping a finger inside her and finding her already soaked for him. He worked himself into her slowly, burying his face in her shoulder. It was quiet, the only sound in the room were Ace's quiet gasps, and his groans as they moved together. He loved his club and was willing to do whatever it asked of him, but he hoped that it wouldn't ask him to be away from her for so long again.
Afterward, they lay together, still quiet. Happy gathered her hair up on the pillow, and kissed her back where his name was branded on her skin.
"Tell me you're mine." He demanded, lips still against her skin.
"I'm all yours, big man."
No Other Man Alive
Jax had come knocking only minutes after Ace had left with Jenna, Juice's pretty little gamer wife. The idea of Juice with an old lady at all made him scratch his head, and the fact that he'd managed to meet her on the internet made him feel even older.
Jax and Happy sat at the tiny table in the room, smoking, and eyeing each other warily. Happy knew that Jax didn't do anything by accident, so this visit away from the Redwood clubhouse had to be a calculated move.
"Listen, brother," Jax finally began and Happy slumped in his seat, trying to read the mother charter's motives, "Everything was all fucked up when you took off back to the Nomads, but everything is different now, and we need you and Tig back at the table."
"I can't come back here, Jax." He shook his head to cut off Jax's pursuit of the subject. "I Prospected the Sons instead of other clubs because we don't fuck around with the drug trade. Now that's all changed, and I'll do anything for my club, but I can't ever get behind you on this, and that kinda rift will rip apart a charter."
"So you don't deal with the Cartel stuff. We got three legitimate businesses that you and your old lady can earn at, and you only deal with the gun side." Jax bargained.
"I ain't gonna sit at a table and expect my brothers to cover for me, shit don't work like that and you know it."
"A'ight. Will you and Tig at least stick around for a while after everyone takes off. Our Cartel friends are tracking down the witness that ratted on Bobby Elvis, and you're the best we got to send after him, get him clear of this. You can leave your old lady here, we'll put her up in an apartment by Juice, she can work at the shop, and we'll keep a patch on her at all times." Jax coaxed.
"Get me the location, then we'll talk."
No Other Man Alive
"Look alright?" Ace asked nervously, smoothing down the black halter dress that Jenna had assured her was more than appropriate for a SAMCRO funeral. She had her hair pulled up, leaving her tattoo fully exposed.
"More than alright." Happy frowned at her. He hadn't seen her in anything other than jeans since before he'd gotten locked up the first time, and she sure as hell hadn't had legs like that back then. She pushed his hands out of the way and buttoned the black dress shirt Kozik had dropped off while she'd been gone. With her heels on, Ace was only a few inches shorter than he was and when he kissed her, it felt foreign.
"You good, big man?" She asked when she was done, wrapping her arms around him.
"Yeah, let's go outside and wait for Juice and Jenna before I dirty you up again."
No Other Man Alive
"I'm so jealous of all your gorgeous hair, you look perfect!" Jenna complained to Ace, as they hiked through the cemetery from where Jenna had parked her little Civic, behind the seemingly endless rows of Harleys.
"You look cute." Ace assured her. "Although, I'm a little pissed at you for these heels, I didn't realize that we'd be running a marathon."
"Cute. Ugh." Jenna wrinkled her little ski slope nose. "I'm so tired of being cute. Why can't I be hot or smokin' or sexy?"
"Your boobs are gigantic, I think it's safe to say that you're pretty smokin'." Ace laughed, bumping this easy new friend with her hip.
"They are pretty awesome." Jenna grinned back, patting her cleavage fondly.
Ace scanned the crowd, trying to locate Happy. She stopped dead when she caught sight of the uniformed honor guard at the gravesite.
"Ace? Are you alright? You're white as a sheet." Jenna asked, concerned, and she started looking for Happy, too. The hard man intimidated her, but he obviously cared about his old lady, and Ace didn't look very well.
"Um, I'm a tiny bit lightheaded, it must be the heat." Ace waved her off. "You go ahead, I'm going to hang in the shade for a minute, I'll catch up."
"Are you sure? I can go find Happy for you if you want." Jenna looked dubious.
"No, don't be silly, you don't need to bother him. I'll be there in a minute." Ace pushed Jenna back into the stream of foot traffic. As soon as Jenna turned away, Ace turned and walked briskly away, interested in being anywhere that wasn't this funeral.
She found a mausoleum that near the other side of the cemetery that faced away from Piney's funeral, and Ace put her back to it, panting.
"You are not having a panic attack." She ordered herself sternly, and pressed a hand to her chest, where her heart was hammering. "Oh fuck, I totally am."
She slid down the wall, doing her best to tuck her legs underneath her. The wild thought that if anyone wandered by, she'd vastly prefer that they were distracted by her lace panties and failed to notice her nervous breakdown. She pressed the heels of her hands to her temples and gave up the battle against the tears, letting them tracking hotly down her face, praying that she could get her shit together before anyone came looking for her.
No Other Man Alive
"Where's Ace?" Juice hissed as Jenna slid in next to him.
"She said the heat was getting to her and she'd come in a minute, but she really didn't look alright." Jenna told her old man worriedly. "Should we tell her old man?"
"I'll do it." Juice pushed his way up to where Happy stood smoking with Tig and Clay. He pulled Happy close to tell him privately what the situation looked like. Happy immediately flicked his cigarette away and started off in the direction Juice had indicated Jenna had parked, hoping Ace was just by the car.
"Hey. We're getting ready to start here, your old lady can wait!" Clay yelled after him, but Happy ignored him. He didn't see Shark peel off of the group and head off parallel to the group.
When the trip out to the car didn't produce any sign of Ace, Happy started getting concerned. He set off along the cemetery's winding road, scanning each side for any hint of where she'd taken off to. Minutes later he was circling toward the older part of the cemetery, where the large monuments and mausoleums were. He spotted Shark hovering near one, right as Shark spotted him.
"She's over here!" Shark waved to him to hurry up and Happy broke into a lope, cutting through the gravestones, heart pounding. He skidded to a stop when he got his first look at Ace, curled into herself. Enraged, he shoved Shark hard in the chest with both hands.
"What the fuck?" He growled, and Shark backed up, chin in the air, hands held up in surrender.
"I didn't fucking touch her, she's fine." Shark replied through clenched teeth.
"She doesn't look fine to me." Happy turned his back on Shark, going to his knees in front of Ace.
"Her old man was a Marine." Shark reasoned from behind him. "He would have had a military burial."
"Hey, baby, I need you to look at me." Happy coaxed, rubbing her arm. She didn't pick her head up but she did answer him, and he breathed a little easier.
"Jesus, this is embarrassing. Go away." She begged him, hiccupping a little. He slid an arm behind her back and one under her knees and lifted her enough to set her sideways on his lap. It was good that Shark wasn't there when he turned around.
"Not gonna happen, baby, I'm here." Happy told her, running a knuckle lightly up her spine, and tracing the letters on her back. "Is this about your old man?"
"I thought you were my old man." She finally said, leaning her head into his shoulder, letting him get a decent look at her face. "I'm not crying over him."
"So why are we sitting here, then?" He asked, smiling at her old man comment.
"It just caught me off guard. That day? Worst day of my entire life. I buried my whole family, and then found out that my entire life was a lie." She finally made eye contact, and he brushed her face with his thumb.
"I'm sorry, baby. But you got a huge family, now. And I don't fucking lie to you." He kissed her, and leaned his head back against the marble, holding her together when the rifle crack of the 21 gun salute rang out. It surprised him when after a long moment she spoke again.
"Yeah, I think I like this better, no lies." There was an off note in her voice that felt a little like a slap in the face.
"We better get back. Jenna was worried."
No Other Man Alive
Ace had managed to escape the raging party spilling out of the clubhouse, letting herself into the tiny playground across the lot. She sat on the swing, a highball of Jameson in her hand, with the rest of the bottle on the ground off to the side. Happy had gotten pulled away by Clay over an hour ago and she hadn't seen him since. The noise from the crowd had added a headache to her post panic hangover.
"You hiding?" Ace's head snapped up to find Ms. Bitch Heels watching her with her arms folded.
"Uh, sort of. Headache. You are…?" Ace asked warily, as she came into the playground and closed the gate behind her. She wondered if this was girl talk or a cage match. If there was even a difference between the two.
"Gemma Teller-Morrrow." She replied with a raised eyebrow and lit a cigarette. "Mind if I smoke?"
"Of course not. Thanks for the amazing jacket, by the way." Ace offered, downing the last of her whiskey, and then put the glass down. Filling it up again seemed imprudent with the queen mother hanging around.
"The club needs him, you know. He's always been rock solid dependable until you." Gemma commented casually.
"I didn't realize my presence had been any kind of hindrance to his work for the club." Ace tried to match Gemma's casual tone.
"Not yet." Gemma admitted. "But the knight in shining armor act? Way outta character."
By the time Ace thought to point out that she'd known Happy for a lot longer than Gemma had, the woman had taken her bitch heels back to the party.
"Well she certainly knows a good parting shot." Ace muttered to herself, no longer resisting the temptation to refill her glass.
"Hey Ace high, you hiding?" Kozik peered through the fence at her. "Chibs had been looking for that, you know."
Ace toasted him sardonically, and he laughed.
"Yes, I'm hiding. Crowds aren't really my thing." She shrugged.
"You did fine in Tacoma." Kozik pointed out.
"Do you know where Happy is?" She asked him, suddenly exhausted.
"You alright?" Kozik looked at her sharply, concerned.
"I'm fine, just tired." She smiled, not wanting Kozik worried. "Happy?"
"Last time I saw him he was getting his balls seriously busted." Kozik told her, holding the gate for her.
"About?" Ace asked him, eyeing the crowd with trepidation, then squared her shoulders and lifted her chin.
"Being pussy whipped, what else?" Kozik snorted. Ace shot him a weird look. "What?"
"I really don't understand why everyone thinks I have some magical power over him. Happy doesn't do anything he doesn't want to do, and it wouldn't matter if I said differently. It's one of the biggest things I love about him." This time Kozik was the one with the weird face.
"There's your boy." He finally pointed Happy out, sitting on a picnic table next to one of the fire barrels, facing the other way. Ace tried to shake her mood off while she was pushing through the crowd. She'd mostly succeeded when she got shoved hard, nearly falling until someone grabbed her arm, steadying her.
"Thanks-" She broke off when she saw Shark at her elbow. She yanked her arm out of his grasp, backing up a pace. "Don't touch me."
"Hey, I just wanted to see if you were ok, you kinda freaked out earlier."
"I'm not your concern." Ace took off, trying to head off the train wreck, since someone had alerted Happy to her approach. "Hey big man, I've been looking for you."
"What did he want?" Happy asked, and when her heels prevented him from tucking her under his arm, he awkwardly wrapped an arm around her waist.
"He ran into me. Just asked if I was ok." Ace said, rubbing his back, trying to get him to look at her instead of staring down Shark.
"Not his concern." He looked down at her finally, and kissed her roughly. "Come wrap those legs around me, you've been driving me crazy with them all day long."
He lifted her easily, and laughing, Ace complied. She raised an eyebrow when he slid a hand up her skirt, but he was still looking past her at Shark.
"You could just pee on me if you think that would get the message across faster." She sighed, and was glad when he returned his attention to her, dirty grin on his face.
"I'm not really into that, but we could try it if you are."
"Gross." She slapped his arm playfully, and he laid her out on the picnic table. It was suddenly hard for her to breath.
"Let's go." He breathed in her ear, and she broke out in gooseflesh. Predictably, Happy noticed and smirked, proud of himself. He pulled her back up and set her on her heels. They weaved through the crowd, Happy paving the way with Ace trailing behind, clutching his hand. She saw him purposely knock his shoulder into Shark without slowing down. When they reached the row of Harleys, Happy grabbed her roughly pulling her into him, molesting her mouth.
"Get on." He growled, handing her his helmet. "Keep your ankles away from the pipes."
No Other Man Alive
They never made it to the bed. He'd ripped the scrap of lace panties from her and fucked her against the door. Happy tried to catch his breath, his forehead against hers.
"Let me ink you." He finally told her. "I fucking hate thinking of any other man touching you."
"No one is going to touch me." Ace told him, running her hand over his head.
"Not an answer." He pointed out.
"Go for it, big man." She kissed him.
"Yeah?" Happy looked at her, surprised that she'd just given in. "You're not even going to ask what I'm doing?"
"Nope."
"God I love that you let me do whatever I want to you." He let her down, and ran his hands up her, taking her dress off. "Lay down. Can I use your kit, mine's out with the bike."
"Go for it." She lay back, watching him as he gathered what he needed.
"Ready?" He asked, straddling her legs. He measured the distance from one hipbone to the other a last time, and kissed the skin there once.
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