I don't own SOA! Let me know what you think! Set before Season One!
Mia grunted as her hands splayed across the chest of the man beneath her, who was unfortunately making her do all the work while he just lay there, jutting her hips in a rhythm she let out a few fake moans. She would rather pretend to be enjoying herself than have to deal with a boy with a bruised ego.
She was glad he was passing through town and wasn't staying long enough to want to be anything to her or well know who she was. That was always a bonus when they didn't know who she was.
"Yeah baby just like that," The man moaned causing Mia to roll her eyes as the man's shut in pleasure, at least someone was enjoying themselves.
Just as she started to act out a fake orgasm that even a porn star that worked for the Sons would be proud of, her hips making one last movement before the door to her bedroom slammed open causing her to clench in surprise and the man underneath her to let go.
"What the fuck!" She shouted turning toward the door, thankful that she had kept her t-shirt on when she saw who was standing in her doorway with a smug smirk "Tig!"
"Don't stop on my account, "The older man drawled as he leant against the door frame, his eyebrows almost disappearing into his wiry hair, "Too bad you weren't going solo, I could have helped with that"
The man underneath her, whose name she now remembered as Jack, sat up quickly causing Mia to slide to the side and him to scramble to cover himself up. She scoffed, he honestly didn't have much to hide.
"Get out!" Tig ordered, the threat in his voice not being missed by Jack who shot out of the bed, grabbing his jeans and shirt before speeding out of her room, carful not to bump into Tig who was still leaning against the doorframe.
"Do you have to ruin all my fun," She pouted as she covered her lower half with a blanket, it wasn't something she particularly wanted Tig to see.
"Didn't sound like you were having fun to me," He smirked, arms now crossed against his chest. She couldn't help but notice the way the black t-shirt under his kutte hugged at him. "Get dressed, your Dad sent me to get you,"
Mia grumbled to herself, doing what she was told, thankful that the older man had turned around whilst she put her panties and jeans back on. Walking past him towards the door Mia could feel his eyes burning into her ass. Perv.
"Did he know you're sixteen?" Tig questioned, his blue eyes sparkling when she turned around to glare at him.
"I hate you!"
"No… you don't"
"Fuck off!"
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