Author's Note:

Just a little idea that popped into my head. For now, it's a one-shot, but I may continue it depending on the response it gets. Enjoy!

ALL ERRORS ARE MY OWN! I AM SORRY!:(

Thanks,

H4TH

"…So kick out the jams, kick up the soul
Pour another glass of that rock and roll
Turn up the band, fire in the hole
Gonna lose control tonight

What do you want from me? I'm not America's sweetheart
So beat the drum with me, I'm not America's sweetheart

Well they say I'm too loud for this town
So I lit a match and burned it down
What do you want from me? I'm not America's sweetheart
But you love me anyway…"

~ "America's Sweetheart" – Elle King

April, 1992…

Fatherhood had never been something that Clay Marrow had ever considered.

When he'd become a Son, fatherhood hadn't even been on his radar. What had caught his attention in 1970 was the slim, sexy woman who was just beginning in the porn business with Luann. Tight body, gorgeous tits, and legs that went on for miles, Patty Munson had been everything that he imagined a woman to be. She was Bobby's half-sister and it was through her connection to the club that Bobby first became a Nomad before becoming a member of SAMCRO.

Patty, after some vigorous persuading, became his old lady and she'd stuck by him when he'd gone away to fight in Vietnam and had been there when he'd been patched into the club. God, he could still remember the pin up photos that she'd sent to him when he'd been over seas. Clay had come back and had gotten the shock of his life in early spring of '74 when she'd popped out a bouncing baby girl. He hadn't been prepared for parenthood and neither had Patty. They'd fought over her being in porn. She'd wanted to go back, but he'd wanted her to stay and be a mother to his daughter. Finally after five years of constant fighting, the strain had been too much for both of them. On the night the club celebrated the birth of Jax Teller, Clay had come home to find Patty gone and his four year old daughter crying in the kitchen, clearly hungry. Patty had cleared everything out leaving their daughter, Joanna, alone.

Any love that Clay had left in his heart for Patty had died that evening. He could still vividly recall the feeling of his daughter in his arms as she cried violently for her mother after he'd fed her. She had gone on to ask for her mother for weeks, but with time her demands lessened and faded the memory of Patty. With a little help from Gemma Teller, Joanna had become a woman that he was proud of. Clever, she was planning to go to college in the fall for accounting, but that meant that she had to make it through two more months of high school and he thought that it might kill him. The Club was at war with the Mayans and even having a patch on his daughter didn't bring him peace of mind. He worried about her safety and when Tig Trager wasn't watching JT's back, he was watching Joanna's.

The former Marine was one of the few patches that Clay trusted to watch his daughter and keep her safe. Joanna had just turned eighteen and he felt like he was threatening everyone of his brother's with murder if they touched her. Jo had a future and she was clever. She'd been accepted to college and planned to study and Clay wasn't going to let anyone fuck that up.

"That is one helluva short skirt."

Hearing Gemma's voice behind him, Clay schooled his features so that no one could see his racing heart. Their affair was an open secret in the club. No one dared to say it directly to JT's face about what was happening between him and Gemma, but it seemed that everyone knew.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said stiffly, looking at Joanna as she sat outside on the picnic bench working on homework. She wore the school uniform for the private prep school that she'd been allow to attend on scholarship.

"Have you actually looked at your daughter?" Gemma demanded with a slight smirk on her face. "Luann keeps going on and on about how much money Joanna would make in front of a camera. She's got nice tits, hips, and those dimpled cheeks could get her anything she ever wanted, baby."

"She will not be in front of any camera," Clay snarled, turning and pointing a finger. Gemma grinned as he walked away, knowing full well that the daughter of the VP was already being educated by Luann.

Fuck, I am a dirty old man, Tig Trager thought as he sat in the bleachers.

He should be at the club house partying. It was Friday night and instead of letting some hot stripper suck his dick, he was watching the barely legal daughter of his VP do back flips through the end zone on the football field. He couldn't deny that Joanna Morrow was a hot piece of ass. An hour glass figure with tits that were perfect and a teasing dimpled smile that sent an electric current to his dick when she looked at him, she was the biggest temptation that he'd ever come across. He nearly groaned aloud at the memory of Joanna banging on his dorm door at two o'clock in the morning. He'd crashed at the Club House, but the sight of her in a school girl's uniform had awoken his dick faster than a pair of lesbian twins offering to suck his dick off.

She'd convinced him that it was her birthday present…being fucked by him…and he hadn't been able to resist her when she'd taken off the short little tie that she'd had around her neck and popped the buttons of the blouse that she'd been wearing. And when he'd found out that she wasn't wearing any underwear and her tits were naturally perky without the added help of a bra, he'd been a goner. Tig had promised himself that he'd be gentle with the girl, but he found that she liked it just as rough as he did. She'd dug her nails into his back, bit at his nipples, and made him nut harder than he ever had in his life that night.

Trailing her for protection, he'd convinced his brothers that he was concerned with her safety. Shit was going sideways with the Mayans and as the daughter of the VP of SAMCRO, Joanna would be a perfect target for any shithead looking for retribution against the club. Just the thought of something happening to the woman who'd occupied his bed for a night made his fist curl with barely restrained anger. Tig was certain that there wasn't anything that he wouldn't do to keep her safe and the feeling scared the living shit out of him. Not even his drunk ex-wife, who had terminated both her pregnancies could make him feel as angry as he felt when he imagined someone hurting Joanna. In the back of his mind, he registered that he was twenty years older than her, but he didn't really care.

The third quarter break came and the cheerleaders dispersed to get refreshments. Joanna found him in the bleachers with a straw in between her cherry red lips. Her skirt was so damn short and the top of her uniform ended just above her naval. He could see the belly button piercing that Clay didn't know about and his tongue darted out and licked his bottom lip. He'd sucked on that piercing and caused a little bit of pain to counter the pleasure that his fingers had caused when he'd rubbed her soft, perfect pussy.

"Hi, Tiggy," she grinned and a shot of pleasure was shot down his spine and went to his dick. "You taking me home after this?"

"Oh, you know it, doll," he grinned back.

"Good," she said as she set the drink down next to him, giving him an eyeful of cleavage. "I'll let you think about how I should thank you for the lift home. I'll come find you when the game is finished."

When she walked down the steps, her skirt crept up a little and he caught sight of her red leotard panties and he groaned as his dick swelled and became uncomfortably hard in his jeans. She was a goddamn tease, he was dirty old man, and she had him exactly where she wanted him.

Stuck between her and a hard place…

Clay was gonna kill him when he found out that he was fucking the VP's daughter.

Fuck, I'm a dirty, dirty old man who likes fucking hot, barely legal, cheerleaders, Tig thought as he watched her pick up her pomp-pomp and cheer for the football team.

Joanna Morrow was not supposed to be on the steps of Tig Trager's house. She was not supposed to be there at all. Not with shit going so sideways with the Mayan's that Charming was becoming dangerous. Her father had specifically told her to keep her ass planted at their little house on Darling Lane, but having just turned 18, Joanna couldn't. There was something that she had to do and it involved Tig Trager.

It had all begun when she was sixteen and she'd broken down just outside Charming. She'd managed to breakdown conveniently near a truck stop, but she'd still been creped out by the leering looks she'd gotten as she'd stood in the gas station making a call for help. She hadn't been able to get a hold of her father, the VP of the mother charter. There was only one other phone number that she'd known and it was the clubhouse. It had been by sheer, dumb luck that Tig had picked up the phone with an impatient 'what' at the other end. She'd quickly explained the situation and he'd barked at her to stay with her car and not to leave it. Her car was just off the road and she stood with it, praying that Tig would hurry.

In the ten minutes that she'd been alone, one of the most disgusting men she'd ever met walked up to her as she'd leaned against the classic Chevy truck that her father owned. Large with grease stains down the front of him, the trucker had mistook her for a prostitute and after telling him twice that she wasn't a hooker and she didn't need his help, he'd tried to get grabby. At five foot six, she was of average height and on the petite side. The man was close so six foot four and three hundred pounds.

When he got close, she could smell his disgusting breath and instinctively kneed him in the nuts like Clay had told her to do. It had only distracted the bastard for a moment and she'd barely run two steps when he grabbed her again and twisted her breast in his hand painfully. Using her nails, she'd tried to scratch him and screamed at him to let go, but he didn't.

It was only the sound of a motorcycle that saved her.

Tig had barely parked the motorcycle before he was leaping off it and beating the trucker son of a bitch into a bloody pulp. In that moment, seeing Tig beat another man half to death, Joanna was certain that she'd never seen anything sexier. It was also in that moment that she realized that seeing Tig beat the hell out of a man turned her on like nothing else. Since that moment two years ago, she'd vowed to herself that she'd be his old lady. It hadn't been that hard to seduce Tig on her eighteenth birthday. She wasn't a virgin, having lost that to the ultimate cliché of the football player and the cheerleader behind the bleachers. Showing up to his dorm room in nothing but a school girl outfit had led to fireworks and she'd been like an addict in need of a fix since.

Being able to slip past the prospect guarding her wasn't difficult and Joanna had made it over to Tig's house without much problem. Standing on the door step in nothing but the trench coat she'd borrowed from Luann, Joanna rang the door bell. She hadn't fucked Tig since her birthday and that had been a month before and she hadn't been able to get the burning desire to be fucked from behind by him out of her head. She hit the door bell twice in rapid succession, knowing that it would annoy him.

"I'm coming, damn it!" he yelled and she grinned.

Oh, he'd be coming alright…she'd have him yelling her name by the end of the night.

She beneath her trench coat was nothing but the black, thigh high stockings and heels she'd taken from Luann. The older woman had seemed to know exactly what she was about and had given her red lipstick that wouldn't fade away. The door was jerked open and Tig stood on the threshold. One hand was behind his back and he relaxed slightly at seeing her.

He looked outside onto the street before he pulled her into the house. He closed the door behind her, locked it, and set the gun that he'd been carrying on the small table next to the door where his keys sat. Pressed between Tig and the door, Joanna felt heat gathering between her pussy lips and deep inside her. The grim expression he wore on his face made her almost hope that he was extra rough when he pounded her tonight.

"I thought Clay told you to stay at home after I dropped you off," Tig said as he placed his hand on the door and leaned closer to her. "How the fuck did you get here? A prospect was supposed to be watching you."

"Snuck out the back door when he wasn't looking and walked here."

"You walked?" he exclaimed, clearly pissed as his eyes narrowed dangerously. "You do realize that we're at war with the Mayans?"

"And are you gonna punish me for my mistake?" Joanna asked breathlessly, half hoping that he'd spank her and give her a mind blowing orgasm afterward.

She'd found that she wasn't a lover of vanilla sex. She liked it on occasion, but she'd found that she needed something more than vanilla. She needed the roughness, the pain that countered the pleasure…maybe there was something wrong with her, but she knew exactly what she needed sexually speaking and not many of the-goody-little-two-shoes that she went to school with were really into spanking a girl while pounding her from behind.

"I don't think that you could handle the heat that I'm packing, doll. I should spank the ever loving shit out of you to teach you a lesson," Tig grinned lecherously at her and she bit her bottom lip. His words sent a rush through her body. All the way down her spine and straight to her pussy. Her body tingled with anticipation and she felt her breath catch in her throat as his hand touched the base of her spine.

"Oh, I don't think you know what I can handle, Tiger," she purred with a dimpled smile. "Why don't you let me be the judge of the…heat…that you're packing? And I'll decide if I can handle it."

He dragged her into the living room where he shut off the TV. She quickly undid the belt of the trench coat and tossed it aside along with the heels that she had no use for. When he turned around, she was naked and his blue eyes darkened as he licked his lips.

"Like what you see?" she purred, lightly running her fingertips over her hardened nipples before tugging at the one and closing her eyes at the slight sting of pain and pleasure that shot through her body. Walking towards him with her hips swinging seductively, she felt even more moisture gather in between her bare pussy lips and her clit tingled with deep, overwhelming need.

"Oh, fuck, doll," he said staring at her.

Standing in front of him, Joanna looked into his blue eyes a moment before she leaned closer and pressed a kiss to his jaw. The stubble that he sported tickled her lips and contrasted to the goose bumps that he produced when he lightly ran his fingertips over her ribs. His tan skin was warm under her lips as she pressed firm, wet kisses down his neck and over his collar bone. She let her lips linger over each new part of skin that was revealed as she unbuttoned his old light blue button up. It was eventually tossed aside and she swirled her tongue over each nipple before she ran her teeth over them, bringing a primal grunt from his lips. She kissed down his stomach until she was forced to get on her knees.

"Fuck, doll," Tig groaned as he grasped the back of her head, pushing loose strands of blonde hair away from her face. Her lips trailed his body and she felt warmth bloom between her thighs in anticipation of what would come and she resisted the urge to run her fingers through her pussy. Tig was a lot of things, but he made sure that she felt good after their first time and she had no doubt that he'd make her feel good again. Her teeth dragged over the hard bulge in his jeans and Tig's hips bucked in response. Making quick work of his zipper, Tig undid his belt and she dragged the jeans and his boxers down until they fell to the floor and he kicked them aside to join the growing pile of their clothes.

His hard dick sprung free and Joanna bit her bottom lip again as she looked up at him seductively. Moisture was already leaking from the bulbous head and she grinned. Taking the rubber band that was around her wrist, Joanna pulled her hair into a messy bun. Kissing the head first, Tig groaned and held onto the bun…she knew that he liked getting to pull at her hair and it made her wet when he was controlling. Swirling her tongue around the head, she hummed before taking his rigid cock into her mouth. Her hand cupped his balls while the other wrapped around the base of his shaft. She took him deeper into her mouth before pulling her mouth away and licking the underside of his cock from base to head. Her tongue swirled around the head again, adding to the moisture his own body was producing. His cock glistened and her lips wrapped eagerly around him as she hollowed her cheeks. She stroked his shaft, making sure to work her wrist as she curled her tongue eagerly around the head.

She looked up at him as he held tightly onto her bun and kept working his cock with her tongue and lips. The closer he teetered on the edge of coming, the harder she stroked his shaft and the more he held onto her bun. He grunted and groaned until it was too much and he jerked away from her. He pushed her back and joined her on the floor. He was on top of her, kissing her lips and roughly grabbing her breast and tweaking her nipples. She groaned from a mix of pleasure and pain as he kissed her next and murmured over and over again how sexy she was in nothing but the stockings.

His hand drifted down over her belly and cupped her pussy.

"Wet for me already, doll?" he grinned as she teased her pussy lips. "On your knees."

When she didn't move fast enough, he smacked her ass and Joanna moaned at the sensation as his hand rubbed the warm flesh that he'd hit. With her ass in the air, he pulled at her pussy lips for a moment before she felt the cool metal of his 'SONS' rings against her. His fingers rubbed her clit, slowly building and adding pressure. He bit nipped at her shoulder before running his tongue over her flesh, trailing kisses down her spine, and suckling, marking her as his. Her back would probably be covered in hickeys, but she couldn't bring herself to care.

Not when it felt so damn good…

Joanna moaned at the pleasure. Every muscle in her body was tightening in response to his touch. It started in her shoulders and hips before spreading down her thighs and back. Before she knew it, her whole body was trembling from the coil building inside and she was moaning incoherently. Her whole body felt light and her toes curled when Tig lapped his tongue over her clit. His hands moved away and she was powerless to stop him as he pushed two fingers into her dripping hot pussy without warning. He moved his wet fingers and slightly curled them inside her. She gasped at the feeling of his tongue and fingers together as she collapsed forward onto her elbows, pressing her forehead into the carpet.

The intense feeling of him sucking and fucking her was almost too much and the mind numbing, spine tingling pleasure that cover came her made her feel dizzy and weak. Her whole body trembled as she was violently shoved into the abyss of pleasure. The tension that had possessed her body ebbed away and was replaced with a hot, tingling sensation that left her body sensitive and craving more. Hearing the tearing of a condom pack, Joanna looked over her shoulder and watched Tig roll the condom onto his shaft before he lined up his cock with her body.

On her elbows and knees, Joanna moaned loudly as she felt him grasp her shoulder. In one swift thrust, he was inside her and it felt so damn good to be filled with his cock. There would be a bruise in the morning from his grip, but Tig seemed to understand that she liked it rough. She liked it when he fucked her hard. The bruises that she'd have tomorrow would simply remind her of the good time that she'd had tonight. He grasped her hips tightly and pulled his cock out almost completely before snapping his hips forward. Joanna's eyes nearly rolled back into her head and she balanced on one arm and rubbed her clit just the way she liked.

"Fuck, doll," Tig groaned. "So fucking tight and perfect, Joanna."

She panted as he set a furious pass. He was pumping into her, holding onto her hips with a bruising grip and she loved every moment of it. The feeling his body against her and the building tension in her body as she feverishly rubbed her clit, desperately wanting to feel the addicting lightness that came when her world exploded, was all she could focus on. The sound of their moans and their hips slapping together filled his living room along with their pants.

"Harder," she begged, desperately close to falling off the imaginary cliff that her body had been climbing. He obeyed her and without warning, Joanna was plunged into a peak that had her crying out loudly as she fervently rubbed her clit, desperate for it not to end. Tig held onto her hips tightly, pumping twice before his body went rigid and he called out her name and she could barely breathe as the wonderfully light, tingling sensation that she'd been craving overcame her body in waves.

Panting, Joanna didn't have the strength to say anything when the sound of breaking glass began. There was barely a chance to register what was happening before his living room erupted into violence. The sound of guns discharging and bullets shattering everything around them was instantaneous. The next moment, she wasn't on her knees anymore. He'd roughly shoved her into the carpet and he was covering her body with his. It all happened so quickly. She could feel his hand on the back of her head and his breath in her ear. He was protecting her and she tried to cover her ears from the deafening noise coming from all around them.

Just as soon as it had happened, the whole thing was over.

They were lying flat on the floor as she lifted her head. An eerie silence took hold of the house. All around her, the wreckage of his living room showed evidence that a drive-by shooting had just occurred. The furniture was destroyed with hundred of bullet holes in them and the stuffing was floating down to the floor. Tig's TV was unrecognizable and his wall was an array of holes and falling drywall. Glass was broken all around them, but most of all, the silence around them was overwhelming. Tig's chest was plastered against her damp back and he breathed heavily. Her heart was racing and she realized that he was still buried balls deep in her pussy. She pushed herself up so that she was resting on her elbows, breathing just as heavily as he was. She tried to stop the pounding in her chest and her hands from shaking, but she wasn't able.

"You alright, Jo?" he panted, running his hand down her back and over her hip.

"I think so," she breathed and he pressed a kiss to shoulder blade. Pulling himself out of her pussy, Tig pushed himself up and helped her to stand and she clung to him, too nervous to let go. Their clothing was somewhere in the carnage, but neither of them dared to move. Hearing the sound of motorcycles, Joanna's eyes went wide as she looked up at him.

"Shit!"

He searched wildly around for a blanket or something that Joanna could cover herself with, but he came up empty. Before either one of them could say anything, Tig's front door burst open and Clay came in with his gun drawn.

"Tig! You al—"

Clay stopped dead and Chibs and Bobby nearly ran into him from behind. JT was the last one to come in and Tig groaned as Clay stared at them with wide, angry eyes. Still naked, Joanna ducked behind him. Tig grabbed the one dish on the coffe table that somehow had managed to survive the drive-by and covered his dick that was still dripping wet from their earlier activities.

Fuck, Tig thought. I'm a soon-to-be dead, dirty old man. Clay is gonna kill me.

"Didn't your mamas ever teach you girls to knock?" he demanded.

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