Okay guys, this is my first SOA Fanfic, and its also my very first smutty anything so if you love it or hate it, let me know either way! (I hope you love it though. :])

Party tonight at the clubhouse. You should come.

Brie let a smile cross her face as she read the text, knowing exactly what it meant. Juice wanted to fuck. She hesitated to reply. Spending the night with Juice had never been a mistake, but she looked forward to these texts a little too much. While she was doing her best not to get attached to him, she still got butterflies in her stomach when she knew they were going to meet up. Don't get too excited, you're probably not his first choice for the night. She had to tell herself these things to be realistic. Sons rarely settle down, and she wasn't exactly wife material.

My shift ends at 1, I'll be there.

She put her phone back in her locker and walked to the bar of the strip club she worked at. It was right outside of Charming, but the Sons still considered it their territory which meant the patrons usually kept their hands to themselves. She was in a haze the rest of the night. A battle was waging in her mind. Should she continue to show up whenever Juice called, knowing that her tiny feelings for him grew every time? Or should she cut it off considering there couldn't be a huge chance he would settle for her and only her? Either way, she had an itch and it was apparent that Juice was ready to scratch it. This was not a decision she was going to make tonight.

As she entered the clubhouse she made eye contact with Juice almost, who returned her glance with a wink as he whispered something to the girl on his arm. She ignored the slight jealousy and reminded herself that she was the one who he'd be in bed with at the end of the night, and even so, they never agreed to exclusivity. She made her way to the bar and grabbed herself a beer, making small talk with a few people she had seen at these parties in the past.

"Wanna go?" Juice asked and he planted a hand on her ass and a kiss on her cheek.

"Already? I just got here."

"I've missed you." If she wanted to, she could read into those words and confuse herself even more, but she didn't. She knew exactly what they meant. I missed fucking you.

"Where to?"

"My place."

"I'll follow you."

Her mind raced as she made her way to her Ninja. She had never been to his house before and she wondered if he took girls there often. She pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind and put on her helmet, ready to follow him anywhere.

She didn't know what to expect, so she was surprised to see that his house was really nice. It lacked the right furniture and decor, but everything about it felt welcoming from the perfectly groomed from yard to the spotless kitchen.

"How was work?" He took his cut off and placed on a chair.

"Naked." She smirked and removed her riding jacket and did the same. "Did you bring me here to talk about stripping or to see some?" She turned one of his chairs around and bent over, patting the seat.

"Hmm, a free dance?" He smiled and sat down.

"Not free, you'll make it up to me."

She turned the music on and did what she did best. She slowly removed her clothes as she rolled her body, keeping his eyes right where she wanted them, on her. Brie wasn't bone skinny, she had a nice body that she worked hard for. She straddled his lap and rolled her hips, only slowing down to take his shirt off. As soon as his shirt passed his face his lips crashed into hers, sending waves of chills across her skin. He picked her up and took her to his bedroom, gently placing her on his bed before he removed her panties. Every kiss was electric as his mouth slowly migrated from her neck to her thighs before he slipped his tongue inside her. She inhaled sharply and he knew he was doing everything right.

Juice is the guy who pops a pill and ends up on a lawn in a diaper. He's the guy who thought feeding a guard dog two grams of crank was a good idea. He rarely made sensible decisions, but above everything, he was hands down the best lay she had ever had. He knew exactly where to put his hands, his mouth, everything.

With his hand on her thighs and his face in between her legs, she couldn't help curling her toes as she arched her back in climax. She placed her hands on both sides of his face as he came up to kiss her. Her hands made their way to his belt buckle as she took the rest of his clothes off. She rolled over on him, placing his hands on her breasts while she lowered herself on to him. She sat up straight, running her hands through her hair as she winded her hips with him inside her. He moved his hands from her breasts to her hips, then back up to her face, bringing her down to kiss him. She returned the kiss, deep and passionate as she continued to work her hips. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she inched closer and closer to climax.

"Ah, Fuck." He broke the kiss and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight as they finished together. He smiled as he felt her body jolt against him. Neither of them moved while they attempted to catch their breath.

She kissed him again and grabbed a blanket to wrap around herself as she made her way to the kitchen. She opened the fridge to find a six pack of beer, a bottle of ketchup, and a nearly empty carton of milk. She shook her head, not at all surprised that he didnt have anything to eat at home. She grabbed him a beer and returned to the bedroom.

The somber look on his face was hidden once he saw her in the doorway, "You need to have more than just beer in your fridge. Maybe sometime I'll sneak in and stock you up."

He smirked, "I don't sleep here very often, I just needed some space. Club shit's been heavy."

"I know." Donna's funeral was a week ago, and she knew losing an old lady was just as bad as losing a club member. They're family. She kneeled on the bed behind him and he leaned back against her.

She didn't ask any questions, never offered condolences, but she did make him comfortable which he was thankful for. That's what attracted him to her the most, how easy it was to be around her. There was something about the way her hands caressed his skin as they laid there that made him feel completely at peace. No other part of his life had ever been so satisfying.