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I managed to get this done a lot sooner than expected. And; It's a really long chapter and none of it was in the first draft. I have no idea how that happened but it might be the explanation to the current lack of coffee in our house. Pretty soon I will be back on track with the second season and other characters from the series will show up. But for now, it's mostly Ava, Happy and Grace.
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Chapter 5 : They said the f-word
It was Grace's sixth birthday and loads of kids were running around inside Jack's café. Happy had turned up which surprised Ava. It probably shouldn't have since he kept coming around, quite often and Grace had invited him to her birthday party. Still... seeing him - even if he was mainly in the corner - at a kids birthday party was, bizarre. It was the only word Ava could think of, bizarre.
The pink cake with the motorcycle on was on the table and the kids were all eating. Suddenly Happy was standing just behind her.
"So, who's Peter Worthington?" Happy said in a low voice. Ava looked at him curiously and pointed at a blond boy sitting next to Grace.
"Why?"
"Wanted to see the guy who ate a worm to impress a girl."
"What?"
"She said that, when we picked her up after shooting practice."
"I remember that. Why do you think he did it to impress a girl?"
"Why else would a guy eat a worm?" He said and looked at her with that crocked smile.
"You guys are weird." Ava laughed. "No girl would be impressed with that."
"Well, he's got the seat next to her." Happy said and gave her one of those big smiles that made her blush. Then she turned around and looked at the boy sitting next to Grace, looking utterly happy.
"You bought her a helmet."
"I know."
"Of course you do. I was mostly wondering why you did that."
"She's wants me to take her for a ride."
Ava turned around again and looked at him with huge eyes. There was too much with that statement that was disturbing. Grace, on a bike. "Say what?"
"She'd be fine, it wouldn't be far, just a couple of blocks."
"Slowly."
"Very." He said. Ava turned around again. Grace had been on a bike, but that had been with Clark, her brother and a very short ride. She knew that she would love it, it was the only thing she had been talking about for a while. How much she wanted to ride a bike.
She looked back at Happy. "Please, take care of her."
"I will." He put his hand on her arm and leaned over, very close to her ear. "Don't worry so much, Ava. She'll be fine and she'll love it." He hardly ever used her name. She liked it when he did. And then she felt like a pathetic lovesick teenager for even noticing it.
"Ok." He better not make her regret this!
-o0o-
That was the start of those rides that completely freaked her out. Grace loved them and Ava kept pacing back and forth until they came back. The rides got longer and longer, and after a couple of weeks they were usually gone for at least two hours and Grace came home with the biggest smile on her face. She loved it and Ava was freaking out.
"You said you would only take her on short rides. Around the block."
"They're not long."
"Then why does it take so long?"
"We talk. I show her other bikes. She tells me about her friends. She was quite impressed with Peter eating that worm, by the way." He had a very cunning smile. "Girls like the bad boys."
"What?"
He smiled and walked up very close to her. "I would never let her get hurt."
"She said you had been to see Gemma."
"Yes."
"Where?"
"I take her to the garage, she watch me or one of the others work. She said Clark used to let her watch and that she liked it."
Happy watched Ava closely, he had never been able to stand this close to her for this long without her twitching. He knew that the main reason it was working was that this time was that she was worried about Grace. It was probably not something a gentlemen would take advantage of, but he really didn't give a shit. He wasn't a gentleman.
"The garage?" And that's when she noticed how close he was, but she didn't step back, she just stared and very slowly he put his arm around her waist. He leaned over her and pressed his mouth to hers. This wasn't enough, not by far, but at least he was holding her this time. He tasted her and she still didn't protest.
"Don't worry." He said when he let go of her lips but he was still holding her.
"Are you kissing me so I would stop worrying?" She looked amused and pissed at the same time.
"No, more; sneaked up on you while you were worrying."
"That's low, Happy." But she was laughing. "I was planning on making you stop to come her. It's not really working out."
"No. But you don't want me to not come here." He knew that for certain. He always know what she really wanted.
"No."
He gave her another kiss and then he left.
-o0o-
He called her at least once a day. She forgot to text him one night and at eight o' clock he was banging her door. When she opened it he just looked at her, "Next time I'll just kick it in."
"Ok ok ok, Sorry I forgot."
"Don't forget again."
"Want a beer, or coffee?"
They spent the evening on the balcony, drinking beer and smoking. When he left he kissed her, he always did.
"I might forget to text you more often."
"Just text me to come over, it'll save you a door."
"Ok."
She was starting to really look forward to the kisses and he kept coming by.
-o0o-
It all reminded Happy about the first girl he managed to fuck, it had taken a really long time and he had jerked off more than ever. At least he wasn't stuck to jerking off this time around. He picked up the phone.
"Happy, I can't talk right now but everything is ok." Was the first thing she said when she answered the phone.
"What? Why?"
"I just can't. I'm fine, the door is locked. I have to go."
"Hey! What's wrong." He was getting pissed. Was she blowing him off? She sounded strange.
"It's nothing. It's got nothing to do with you. Please, I'm fine."
"No, you're not fine. What's going on?" Happy was trying to figure out what the fuck was up with her. She didn't sound scared, it was something else.
"Happy. It's nothing, this is none of you business and I can't deal with you right now. I just need some time to myself." Now she sounded pissed. What the fuck was going on?
"None of my business?" He repeated, that did it for him. What did that mean? Was she seeing some other guy or what the fuck was this about?
"Yes, believe it or not Happy, not everything is your business. I'm hanging up now." And she fucking did!
He got out of his room, walked through the bar and was on the bike in less than two minutes. There was no fucking way that she could talk to him like that and think he'd leave her alone.
He knocked on her door. "It's me! Open the fucking door." She did, looking very pissed.
"What?"
"What the fuck was that about?" He said while walking inside.
"Jesus Christ, Happy!" She said and walked into the kitchen. She looked very upset and he didn't think it was at all because of him.
"Just fucking tell me."
"What are you? My shrink?" She said with a snort.
He got up really close to her, forcing her to look at him which she had been avoiding to do since he stepped through the door. "Tell me."
"I had a fight with Grace, ok? Nothing else." She said and turned her eyes back to the floor.
Happy started at her. What the fuck was that about? "So?"
"I lost it, she was getting on my nerves and I... couldn't handle it."
He was trying to figure out what that meant. His mom lost it sometimes, quiet often to be honest, sometimes she slapped him but he very much doubted that Ava had ever laid a hand on Grace.
"What, you yelled at her?"
"No, I can't yell. But I just... I don't want to talk about it. I just wasn't very balanced. And I'm ashamed, ok?" She rubbed her eyes and turned away from him, walking out to the living room.
He went after her. "Can't yell?"
"Long story." She said and sat down in the couch and rested her head in her hands. He turned around went into the hallway and carefully opened Grace's door. She was sleeping so he closed it again and walked back into the living room.
"She's sleeping."
"I know."
"Still don't get it." He sat down next to her. "She seems fine."
"I lost it, Happy."
"Happens to everyone." He still couldn't figure out why she was freaking out about this. Unless she actually did slap her. "Did you slap her?" The look Ava gave him answered that question. "Didn't think so."
"I would never do that."
"Like I said, didn't think so."
"How could you even ask that?" Great, now she was even more pissed.
"Just fucking trying to figure out why you're freaking out about this."
"This is why I needed some time alone. I just need to freak out about it by myself and I'll be back to normal tomorrow."
"You can't be the perfect fucking mom the entire time."
"No, would be nice to be it now and then though."
Was she for fucking real? "Hey! You are. Fuck, I can't figure you out sometimes." This wasn't going anywhere. She was going to pity herself no matter what he said. "Tell me about the screaming."
She looked tired but she seemed pleased to talk about something else. "A nerve in my throat is damaged. Partially paralyzing my vocal chords, or something like that. That's why my voice is hoarse and I can't really scream. I can, kind of, but I can't sing. It's very hard to scream. I don't know, I don't try very often to be honest."
"How did that happen?"
"Blunt force trauma to the neck." She wasn't looking at him when she said it and he didn't need to know anymore. He got it, that fuck did it to her.
"I like it." He said with a smile and she raised her eyebrows and looked at him. "The voice."
"Ok." She got up from the couch. "Any chance you'll let me sulk alone now?"
"Fine. I'm taking her for a ride tomorrow." That should cheer her up.
"Thanks, Happy. She'll like that." She followed him to the hallway.
He put his arm around her waist, this mood could either help or fuck her up completely. He carefully pressed his mouth against hers. No protests, and when he carefully sucked on her lower lip she put her arms around his neck. This was very good. Have a go when she's sulking, he made a mental note about that.
He needed more and opened his mouth and licked her lips and she opened her mouth. Jesus fucking Christ, if it took him this long to even kiss her properly he would probably be impotent before getting any from her. But she was responding and he pulled her closer. When she silently moaned he had to keep himself from smiling. Instead he moved her around and pressed her against the bathroom door, still kissing her.
Happy had a hard-on from hell. Knowing that this wouldn't get him any only made it worse. But she still wasn't protesting and he was going to keep this up until she did. He moved his hands to her hips, pressing his entire body against hers and searched her entire mouth with his tongue, tasted her, circled her tongue and sucked those amazing fucking lips.
It was going great until he slipped his hand underneath her t-shirt to stroke her skin. She chocked and went completely stiff. FUCK! He thought to himself but he stopped but was still pressing her to the door. He leaned his forehead against hers and after a while she finally relaxed.
"I'm sorry." She mumbled. He wasn't sure what to say and just gave her a kiss and moved back.
"Don't worry about it." He said. "Lock the door."
She had a tired, embarrassed face and nodded to him. He caught her and gave her another kiss. "I said; don't worry about it. I'll call you tomorrow."
Ava leaned her head against the door after Happy had left. Great, now she felt bad about loosing it with Grace and for completely choking up with Happy. This was just the best day, ever.
She decided that she needed a bath and filled the tub with loads of bubbles. Lying in the bath, finally starting to relax she relived the moment with Happy. She had liked it, a lot, until he got underneath her t-shirt and the only thing she could think about was her back. He had held out longer than she had expected but this had to start to get to him. It was even getting to her. Not in the usual 'I need to do something or he'll be pissed'-way. More, the 'I need some'-way. Which was really nice.
She shaved her legs, washed her hair, even did a hair mask and facial mask. Taking a batch was her favorite luxury. It had been a while since she lived in an apartment where she had a bathtub. When the bubbles had disappeared she took a quick shower and got out.
Standing in front of the mirror she turned around and watched her back in the mirror. She hardly ever looked at it herself but she did this time. It didn't look good, there was some in the front as well. She sighed. She didn't really think he would agree to sex with clothes on.
-o0o-
Happy rode all the way back to the clubhouse with a solid hard-on. He walked inside a waved to the first Crow Eater he saw, grabbed her arm and took her to his room.
"On the bed on all four." He said while opening his pants and putting on the condom.
He didn't even bother to make sure she was ready, just grabbed her hips and started to fuck her. A few minutes into it he noticed that she was blond. That made him halt for a second, then he just closed his eyes and remembered what her mouth tasted like, her tongue in his mouth and he grabbed the hips, did a few hard thrusts and then he came.
A few seconds later he opened his eyes and pulled out. He didn't even look at her, just took of the condom and nodded to the door. "Get out."
She put on her panties and then did as he had told her. Searching his room he realized he didn't have anything to drink so he went out to the bar. Tig and Bobby was leaning against the counter and watched him come over.
"Giving you a case of blue balls?" Tig asked with a smirk.
He didn't answer.
"Think she'd be worth it?" Bobby asked.
Happy thought about the kisses, those perfect fucking tits against his chest. She would be, but he just shrugged. "She better be." Tig laughed.
"How's Baby Girl?" Bobby asked.
"Sleeping. I'll take her here tomorrow."
"Good, girl needs to learn to appreciate Ape Hangers." Bobby said and Happy just shook his head. She would never do that.
-o0o-
Ava and Grace were having breakfast.
"I'm sorry about yesterday, Grace."
"I know." She said, dangling her feet while chewing her scone. "I'm sorry too."
"Thank you, honey." She gave her a kiss on the head and smelled her hair. "Happy might take you for a ride today."
"When?" Grace said with a huge smile.
"I don't know, he said he'd call."
"Can I call him and ask?"
"Later honey, it's pretty early yet." Ava didn't think Happy'd be up at eight on a Sunday.
She did the dishes and started to clean the rest of the apartment. While she collected dirty clothes to take to the laundromat, her phone rang.
"Hallo?"
"Hi, it's me. I'll pick up Grace in about thirty."
"Ok. I'll make sure she's finished."
Thirty minutes later he was in her hallway.
"What's with the clothes?" He said, looking at the bags standing in the hallway.
"I thought I'd do some washing while you're away. Grace thinks it's one of the most boring things in the world to hang out in a laundromat." She said while putting on her shoes. "It's down the street, you can drop her off there when you're done."
"You don't have a washing machine?"
"Have you seen one in my bathroom?" She asked and then laughed when he opened the door and looked inside the bathroom.
She picked up a book, put it along with her keys in her backpack and took the bags of clothes.
"Give me one." He said and reached for a bag. "Are you coming, Sugar?"
"Yes!" Grace yelled and came running with her helmet.
She loaded the clothes into the trunk and heard Happy mutter behind her. "This is wrong."
"What is?"
"Having the engine in the back and the trunk in the front."
"I love it." She said and slammed it shut. "No knocking my car."
"It's not right." He was still looking at the trunk and she laughed. Turning his gaze to her he asked; "Got the phone?"
"Yes, just give me a call when you're done."
She gave Grace a kiss and then got into the car. As she drove off she saw Happy putting her helmet on.
-o0o-
Happy and Grace were sitting next to each other on a bench, she was eating an ice cream and he was smoking.
"Did you and mom fight yesterday?" He just wanted to make sure she was ok.
"Yes."
"You two ok?"
"Yes." She said and shrugged. "She made me scones for breakfast and said she was sorry. Then I said I was sorry. She said it yesterday as well after reading to me, twice."
Happy smiled, it was a lot easier when you were a kid. If you said sorry and meant it, that was it. Add something sweet and it was the definitive end of it. He looked at her feet dangling from the edge of the bench. It was like they could never be still. She never walked, she ran and even when sitting down, her legs moved.
"Happy, can I ask you something?"
"Sure." This could be anything, he just hoped it wasn't about Ava.
"Why do you have tattoos?"
This was questions he was comfortable with, unlike the questions she had about Ava. Like when she asked what he thought about her mom's hair. "I like them."
"Do you have them everywhere?"
"Yes."
"On your legs too?"
"Yes." He was wondering where she was going with this. It didn't necessarily had to go anywhere, she asked questions the entire fucking time. He liked it.
"How old were you when you did you first?"
"Fifteen." This was going somewhere her realized. This would kill Ava, he thought with a smile.
"Oh." She seemed to think about that for a while. "I'm just six."
"I don't think your mom would like it if you did a tattoo, Sugar." He had started to call her that a while ago, she seemed to like it. He did too. "They don't come off."
"Oh." She kept licking on her ice cream for a while. "Are there girls with tattoos?"
"Yes. Gemma has one. That crow, in her... eh... on her chest." He almost said cleavage, probably not the best explanation to give to a kid. She would either know what it meant, or worse; not know and ask him what it was.
He was still getting used to it. How to talk to her and avoid the words fuck and shit. He was getting better at that.
"I want one, when I get older." She had the decisive look. "Do you draw them, with pens?"
"No, with needles."
Her eyes got big. "Does it bleed?"
"Yes."
Even bigger eyes. "Does it hurt?"
"A little." He couldn't stop the smile on his face. She looked away for a while and then she got the decisive look again.
"I still want one."
"I'll could draw one on you, with a pen."
"Can you draw?"
"Yes, and make tattoos." She looked at him for a while and got a very cunning look and he laughed. "Forget it, kid, I'm not going to tattoo you, not in years. But I can paint you."
She jumped down from the bench to go and throw away the paper from the ice cream. "I guess that would have to do." She said in her most precocious voice. He laughed and got up as well.
"Come on, I'll take you to the garage. Bobby wants to see you and I'll make a drawing on you."
"I want a princess on a bike." She said while putting on her helmet.
"Well, I've never done that." He shook his head. "I'll do my best."
-o0o-
Ava was still at the laundromat, reading, when she heard a bike outside. Grace came running inside.
"Look, look, look. Happy did this."
She shoved her arm about one inch from Ava's face. "Wow! Honey, not that close. Let me see." Then she laughed. "A princess on a bike?"
"Yes." Grace looked at it and smiled. "And I got these." She searched her pocked and picked up four quarters. "One is from Happy, one from Bobby and two from Tig."
"What, why?"
"They said the f-word." She whispered.
Ava looked at Happy and started to laugh. "You give her a quarter when you say the f-word?"
"She said it was the rule at home." He shrugged.
"It is, but we never say it." Grace said and put the money back into her pocket. "I told them I get a dime for every s-word at home too, but they said that wasn't going to happen. They say that a lot." She said the last part with big eyes.
"I'm guessing she could make a fortune at the garage." She gave Grace a kiss.
"I'm saving to my own Harley." Grace sat down on the chair next to Ava.
"Sounds like a plan, honey. I just need to empty the last dryer and the we can go home." She got up and walked over to the dryer. "You don't have to wait." She said to Happy who was still standing at the door. He shrugged but didn't move.
He watched her fold the clothes and then helped to carry them out to the car. When Grace was strapped into the seat she closed the door and when she turned around Happy was just behind her. He pressed against the car with that damn smile of his on his lips. He kissed her, not like the night before, but he sucked her lip and she opened her mouth to accept his tongue. She had to admit it to herself. She really liked this. A lot.
"I need to fix some things, I'll come by later."
"Ok." She smiled, her legs were almost shaking.
He gave her a final kiss and then he left.
-o0o-
There was a loud knock on the door. More like a kick.
"It's me!"
She opened the door and stared at Happy, holding a TV in his arms.
"That's a TV." She said, probably sounding as confused as she felt.
"I know."
"Ok, let me rephrase that. Why are you carrying a TV?"
"I don't read." He said and walked past her into the apartment. She stood still for a while and then followed him.
"What?" It was like he had a limited number of words everyday and was afraid to use them up. It sometimes made her extremely annoyed, would it be so bloody hard to explain things once in a while?
"You always read and I've tried reading magazines and shit while you're reading. I don't like it."
"You can't just buy me stuff, Happy."
"Why not?"
"W-w-what? Because you can't!"
"I just did. Well, actually I got it from Jax, he bought a new one."
"My God! You are hopeless!"
Grace came out of her room. "Oh, a TV!"
"I'll set it up for you." Happy said with a smile.
Ava sighed. God damn stubborn bastard. She started to sort her clothes into the closet and then continued with Grace's. She heard Grace talking to Happy in the living room, at the moment they were discussing Sesame Street. Apparently Happy liked that. She shook her head, she hadn't seen that one coming.
Then Grace started to sing the song for Sesame Street, she looked into the living room and saw her dancing around Happy.
"Why aren't you singing along?" She said with a big smile. He just glared at her.
"Yes! Sing along, Happy!" Grace yelled and started the song from the beginning.
He just shook his head. "I don't sing, Sugar. Ever." He was still glaring at Ava.
She cleaned up the kitchen and the hallway. Finally she did Grace's room as well and vacuumed most of the place. She heard voices from the TV, apparently it was working. Annoying man!
She looked at the watch and then went out into the living room. She hoped Grace wasn't to attached to the TV, she didn't want to fight again and it was soon time for bed.
"Come on, I'll give you your bath." Happy looked up at her with raised eyebrows and a crocked smile. She just rolled her eyes, she kind of deserved that.
"Ok." Grace said and ran to the bathroom.
-o0o-
Happy was listening to Ava and Grace who were in the bathroom, the light voice with laughter that made him smile and the husky voice that made his crouch ache. How fucking gay was that?
He couldn't help himself when she said that thing about the bath. At least she didn't seem uncomfortable with his look. She just rolled her eyes. And she had it coming. 'Why aren't you singing along?' Teasing bitch.
It might have started as him being turned on by her, but this was something else, he wanted her, but not just to fuck. He wanted to know everything about her, what she liked, what she was like when she grew up, about her brother and why she hardly ever talked to him.
He felt confused, he had never wanted a woman in this way. In some ways he didn't like it, at all. But the thought of someone else being there pissed him off even more. She was warming up, he could touch her and there was no fucking way he had gotten her this far to let someone else take advantage of it.
When they came out of the bathroom Grace was in her nightgown, Ava put her standing on a chair and started rubbing her hair with a towel while Grace was singing along to the song that was playing on the small cd-player on the counter.
And Grace. He didn't wont some other fuck to come along and be her 'favorite biker in the world'. That's what she called him sometimes. It was only fair. She was his favorite kid in the world. He never thought he would find a kid he actually liked. But Grace was something else, smart as fuck, just like her mom. An angelface, also like her mom, and tough as nails. Not even mentioning all the shit she knew about bikes.
The guys had teased him about her, that he took her out on rides, brought her around the garage and let her watch him work. But pretty soon they all loved to have her there. Gemma especially, she liked to have a girl she could braid and buy pink shit too. The pink napkins didn't come off well with the guys. She had defended it as being for Grace, who loved them.
"Dance with me mommy." Grace said and reached for her. Ava picked up and they started to dance around the kitchen.
He couldn't stop looking at her, holding Grace, smiling, her moving hips. She was killing him. When the song was over she kissed Grace and put her down on the floor.
"You need to got to bed, honey."
"Ok." She ran up to him, gave him a hug. "Good night, Happy."
"Good night, Sugar." She ran off to bed, Ava followed to read her a story. He walked into the living room and turned on the TV. He needed to get the cable installed, at least she had a dvd.
She came out after a while. "A dvd as well?"
"Yes."
"That actually makes it more ok." She sat down in the couch next to him. "I can rent old classics and watch. And chick flicks."
He flinched. What the hell! "It doesn't work with chick flicks." She laughed in that great husky way and he just had to know. "You voice, is it always going to be like that?"
"Yes, I've trained it as much as possible. This is as good as it gets."
He probably shouldn't be happy about a thing like that. But he was. He liked her voice.
"It's very classic, your names, both of them."
Ava had noticed that he kept asking questions and he still answered very few of hers.
"My mom loved the movie Mogambo so when she had my brother, she named him after Clark Gable, and when I was born she named me after Ava Gardner."
"And Grace?"
"Grace Kelly. She's in the movie as well. I did it for my mother." Her mom had always said that if she had another girl, she would call her Grace. So when she had a girl, picking name had been easy.
"Why don't you speak to your brother more often?"
"It's not safe. Jonah has a lot of friends, some of them with the possibility to control incoming calls to a phone." She didn't feel the need to explain any further. He probably knew more about that stuff than she did.
"Use the cell I gave you. It can't be traced."
"It would still show where the call was made from."
"It's safe. Don't worry." He turned hes focus back to the TV, he was quiet for a while and then continued. "So how much of a chick flick is Mogambo?"
"What do you think? Clark Gable, Ava Gardner and Grace Kelly in the same movie. It's romance, betrayal and in the end a woman throw herself from a boat to get to the man she just left because she realizes that she does actually love him. It's very romantic." She loved the movie as well. And with a dvd she would definitely get a copy of it as soon as possible. It had been some time since she saw it.
He shook his head. "So which one of the chicks gets Clark Gable?"
"Well, both of them in a way, even though one of them is married. But he ends up getting shot for it." That should get his attention, she thought to herself. She might actually lure him into seeing it if she played her cards right. She would love to see him see it. He would probably hate it.
"By the husband?"
"No."
"Then who swims to him in the end?"
She knew she had him now. "You'll have see the movie."
"Won't happen."
"They you'll never know." She smiled and he gave her a look.
"I don't watch chick flicks."
"I never said you did."
Happy contained a smile. Teasing as always, yet he liked her more like this than nagging about the things he did for her or bought her. He would probably end up watching that stupid movie anyway. He was such a pussy.
"I need to get going." He said and got up. "I'll have someone install the cable."
"No! No cable. I can't afford it."
"You're not paying for it."
"Happy, please."
He pulled her closer and silenced her with a kiss, a very thorough kiss. It was getting better. At least it didn't feel completely pointless anymore. But he had a serious case of blue balls and the Crow Eaters was rapidly becoming a very temporary solution. They weren't enough either.
He let go of her mouth and whispered into her ear. "Will you watch TV?"
"Probably not." She mumbled and her voice was huskier than usual. He smiled, she was turned on. He reached back and grabbed her ass and was extremely fucking pleased to hear a slight moan slip out between her lip.
"I will, so I'm paying for it." He sucked her earlobe. She pressed herself against him. Definitely very turned on. This was great. A few more days of this and she would be fucking begging him for it. "Lock up." He said.
She put her arms around his neck pulled him down and he felt her kissing his jawline and then those lips were stroking his ear and she whispered. "I'm not getting the fucking gun though."
He hadn't been that close to coming in his pants since he was a fucking teenager. He grabbed her ass firmer to lift her up and kissed her again while walking her into the hallway.
He had some rules about women, he never asked, he either just nodded at them or they fucking begged him. She would have to beg him. So, he was going to go back to the clubhouse, get a blowjob from some black haired bitch and then go to sleep.
He pulled her even closer and she moaned into his mouth again. This was fucking awesome. "I'll see you tomorrow." He said and gave her a final kiss before putting her down on the floor. She should at least suffer a while, considering how long he had waited.
"Ok." Her cheeks were flushed, he could see that even in the dim light of the hallway. He managed to contain his chuckles and opened the door. He gave her a smile and then closed the door. He waited until he heard her lock the door and then went back to the clubhouse while wondering how much of a pussy he was for this. Spending time with a bitch and her not giving it up. And he still stuck around, probably a major pussy. At the moment, he didn't give a shit. She was about to crack.
When he came to the clubhouse he did exactly as he had planned. It didn't take long and he sent her out before taking a shower and going to bed. He smiled as he laid on his back. It was so close.
Ava was hyperventilating while she locked the door. If it hadn't been for the state of her back she wouldn't have let him go. Then she smiled to herself. This was what horny was like. It sucked but was good at the same time. She would have to tell him about stuff she would prefer not telling him. If she didn't she would never be able to take her clothes off. She would just haft to cross her fingers and hope that he didn't got up and leave when she'd told him.