This is a new story for me. I'm not losing sight of 'Strong Girl' in the least. This is just a little outlet for me. I own nothing and if you read something you like, let me know. :)

This was not how the evening was supposed to go.

But it was.

It was just supposed to be a low key, quiet night with her future sister-in-law. But, when Cassie decided to ditch her at the little honkey tonk bar twenty minutes outside their town of Charming, California, Kathryn Moore was left to her own devices.

Her own devices led her to getting wasted with a mohawked guy who called himself 'Juice.' Then that led her to riding on the back of his motorcycle to his house in Charming and have two orgasms. They weren't about to be finished either.

Juice pulled out and roughly flipped her over so she was on her back and grabbed her ankles that were level his his ears and continued to pound into her. Her heart was slamming against her ribcage and her breathing was quick and shallow.

She could feel the warm curl in her belly signaling another release. Juice's thrusts were getting more erratic and choppier. She grabbed onto the worn headboard and clutched it so hard her knuckles hurt. Juice circled her clit with his thumb to push her over the edge one more time and he followed. He collapsed on top of her, his lips lazily nibbling on her neck before rolling off of her with a grunt.

They both laid in the dark and quiet trying to catch their breaths. "Why have I never seen you before, Brooke?"

"Just moved," Kathryn replied softly, pushing her auburn hair out of her face and turning onto her side, pulling the sheet over her chest. "I've only been here a few weeks and I'm still getting settled and all. Haven't really been out or anything."

"What brought you to Charming?"

Kathryn paused and traced the reaper tattoo that covered his upper arm. "Opportunity, I guess. Are you from here?"

Juice shook his head. "Nah. I'm from New York City originally. Only been here a few years. It's nice though. Good place." He put his hand over her wandering one and pulled her into a kiss.

"Yeah," Kathryn murmured against his lips as she pulled her body on top of his, straddling his waist. "Figuring that out. So glad my friend ditched me tonight, though." She leaned her head to the side as Juice kissed and nipped up towards her ear.

"Fuck. Me too, Brooke," Juice groaned, pulling himself up and taking one of her breasts into his mouth as she leaned her body back and rocked against him.

After that round they both fell into a deep and satisfied sleep.

Kathryn woke up a few hours later and rubbed her eyes, mascara smudging as she did. A faint bit of sunlight bled through the blinds. She looked over at the toasty brown back of Juice and noticed that it was covered with a giant tattoo marking him as a member of the Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club.

Kathryn had heard about them. She may have only been in Charming a few weeks, but you learn about the MC quickly through the town and everybody seemed to have an opinion on them. She turned the clock that was on the nightstand towards her. It was 9:52.

"Oh, shit."

Carefully, she pulled herself out of Juice's grasp. He murmured something as she stood up and turned onto his stomach, still sound asleep. Quickly, Kathryn gathered her belongings and held her borrowed shoes and purse in her hand and crept out of the house. She was grateful for the fact that Juice didn't live too insanely far from her and she could cut through the woods to stay out of sight.

When she got to her house that she shared with her fiance, she was relieved to see that his Lexus was not in the driveway. She didn't expect it to be, regardless. She hurried inside to wash her face. She wanted to take a shower, but she knew she wouldn't have time. As she blasted her hair with dry shampoo she went into the bedroom to see a skirt and top laid out on the bed with a pair of nude heels.

Kathryn shook her head and slipped on the appointed outfit, but swapped out the heels for a pair of white sandals. Her toes were blistered enough from the night before. Before she left, she grabbed her heirloom engagement ring out of the pocket of her borrowed designer purse and grabbed her keys to the last piece of Kat Moore; a dusty 1999 Ford Explorer.

Knowing she was pushing her time limit, she hurried to First Presbyterian Church where her fiance and his family were, probably wondering where she was. They always attended the ten a.m. Sunday School lessons before service at eleven. Kathryn had been in attendance as well until today.

She hurried up the steps to the church, nodding and smiling to other churchgoers who reciprocated the gesture. Once she got inside, she saw her fiance, Daniel Hale, sitting on the family pew with his relatives.

She took a deep breath to compose herself and placed a hand on Daniel's shoulder. "Hey. Sorry I'm late."

Daniel smiled softly and scooted down so she could sit. "Where have you been," he whispered lowly into her ear.

"I went out with Cassie last night, remember? I stayed with her and I overslept. I'm sorry, baby." She felt a little bad for lying in a House of God, but it was better than telling Daniel the truth. "I came as quick as I could." She forced herself not to wince when she crossed her legs. She was quite tender from her dalliances with Juice.

Daniel nodded and handed her a program. "I know you went out with Cassie, whom I've noticed has skipped church for what I can assume is a massive hangover, but you never told me you weren't coming home last night. I called and you never answered. I was worried."

"I'm sorry," she repeated. "There wasn't good reception. It won't happen again."

"Good." Daniel kissed her temple and put his arm around her, bringing her closer to him. "Did you not like the shoes I picked out?" He nodded to her sandals.

Kathryn smiled tightly. "No, they were fine. My feet just hurt from the shoes I borrowed from Cassie last night. She made me change after she picked me up. That seems to run in the family," she muttered, but Daniel heard her loud and clear.

"What does that mean?"

Kathryn shook her head. "Nothing. Just that I know you're always looking out for me. It's a good thing. I promise." She linked her hand in his as the choir stood to began singing the first hymn.

The service went by as they all had before until it was finally time to leave. Kathryn held her place by Daniel's side as they greeted and spoke to other members of the congregation as they made their way outside to socialize.

"We're going to Grandmother's for lunch. Leave your car here and you can ride with me," Daniel was telling her, but Kathryn wasn't paying attention. The group of motorcycles that was making it's way down the road caught her eye. Subconsciously she bit her bottom lip as she caught sight of Juice near the back of the group.

His head turned slightly as they passed, but he made no acknowledgement of Kathryn; if he even saw her. He just revved up his bike and followed his brothers, much to the disgruntlement of some of the churchgoers.

"What a disgrace," Jacob Hale, Daniel's cousin muttered, watching the Sons ride away. "They ruin everything about this town."

"Is that the motorcycle club everyone talks about," Kathryn asked, playing dumb. "I haven't seen them, really," she added quickly when she got a look from Jacob and Daniel practically asking if she was stupid.

"Yeah, that's them. The Sons of Anarchy," Daniel told her. "Thugs. All of them. It's more of a gang than a club. Rotary is a club. The Sons are not. Be glad you haven't had any interaction with them. I heard they treat women like sex slaves," he murmured quietly to them so he wouldn't be overheard. "And they just pass those girls around and around."

"Disgusting," Jacob muttered. "I'll meet you at Grandmother's."

Daniel nodded and steered Kathryn to his Lexus. "We'll take my car and we'll pick yours up later. Maybe this weekend we can go and look for a new car for you."

"But I like my Explorer," she protested as she sat down on the buttery leather seats and Daniel closed her door. "And it runs fine. It just needs some new break pads. And I own it. It's mine."

Daniel scoffed. "Yeah, but it's a piece of shit, baby. You deserve better. I want to give you everything your heart desires and I can afford to. I just want you to be happy."

"I am happy," Kathryn insisted weakly, twirling her engagement ring on her finger. It had been Daniel's great-grandmother's. "But I do want to call my mom. I haven't talked to her since we came here."

She could see the muscles twitch in Daniel's jaw. He sighed roughly. "You know how I feel about her, Kathryn. She's a terrible influence on you and just fills your head with one sob story after another and hangs up if you don't send her money. Meth head."

"Please don't call her that," Kathryn asked. "She's been sober for eleven months."

"That you know of," Daniel snapped.

"Because you won't let me see her or talk to her," Kathryn snapped back. She huffed back into the leather seat and crossed her arms over her chest as she glared out the window. "She's my mom," she muttered.

"Yeah, well, we can't exactly pick our family," Daniel replied. "Please don't throw a tantrum before we go to lunch. At least try to put a smile on your face and pretend you're happy for once. I'm starting to think you don't want to go through with this Kathryn. If you don't, just tell me. I will have no problem finding someone else. Someone I may not have to work so hard on to make presentable."

Kathryn's jaw dropped. "What the hell does that mean?"

Daniel sighed. "I'm sorry. That came out wrong. I didn't mean it like that, baby." He reached over and took her hand in his and squeezed. "The fact you came from a background so different than mine and are a little rough around the edges is what attracted me to you. Yeah, we polished you up a bit, but you're still that beautiful girl I saw at the coffee shop."

Kathryn didn't respond. She simply let Daniel lift her hand and press his lips against it. "I love you."

Robotically, she nodded. "Me too."

When they pulled into Grandmother's driveway, Daniel opened her door for her and helped her out. "You look very pretty, by the way."

"Thanks," Kathryn replied softly, squeezing his hand to let him know she wasn't mad at him. Sunday lunch at Grandmother's was a Hale tradition. While the food was good, the Hale's still held traditions that had been passed down from generation to generation. The first time Kathryn attended, she had made the major faux pas by fixing herself a plate before she fixed one for Daniel, who was sitting at the table waiting with the other men.

When they entered the house, Kathryn went into the kitchen to help the ladies finish preparing lunch while Daniel went into the living room where a football game was on television.

"Hello, dear," Patricia, Daniel's mother greeted, pulling her into a small hug with a kiss on the cheek. "Why were you so late this morning for church? That's not like you."

"Oh, I stayed with Cassie last night and I overslept. I'm so sorry. Is, uh, she here yet?"

"Not yet," Patricia said, handing her a spoon. "Here, stir the gravy for me, please. Have you said hello to Grandmother yet?"

"No, I haven't," Kathryn admitted. "I haven't seen her since church and she left before we did." Not a moment later, Grandmother Hale entered the kitchen with nary a hair out of place. "Hello, Grandmother." She leaned over to hug and kiss the older woman's cheek. "You look nice."

"Thank you, dear," Grandmother replied, giving Kathryn an unimpressed look over. "Aren't you brave for wearing white shoes after Labor Day. That wouldn't be acceptable in my day."

Kathryn smiled tightly as the front door opened and closed. Cassie entered, looking as if she had a refreshing sleep with her perfect hair, makeup and outfit. She greeted her relatives before sliding up to Kathryn.

"Holy shit, what happened to you last night?"

"You mean before or after you ditched me at a honky tonk," Kathryn whispered darkly back, not wanting to be overheard by the other ladies in the kitchen.

"Don't give me that fake snob act," Cassie muttered, pinching off a piece of bread and popping it in her mouth. "I'm fucking starving. You know that type of place is in your blood. Daniel told me about your background. No, I mean how did you get home?"

"I found a way. No thanks to you. And if anyone asks, I stayed with you last night and I overslept."

Cassie nodded. "Oh, yeah. I don't need anyone jumping down my throat for leaving you. That was my story too."

"Why did you leave?"

Cassie shrugged flippantly and ate a green bean. "You'd be surprised how hard it is to find an easy hook up in law school. Needed a release and didn't want to talk about moot court or whatever after as pillow talk. Wham, bam, bye ma'am."

"Hope it was good," Kathryn mumbled, taking a casserole out of the oven when the alarm went off.

Cassie grinned smugly. "It was. I'm fucking sore, man. It's true what they say about black guys, you know. And big feet."

Kathryn rolled her eyes at her and started pulling out silverware. "Yeah, I know. Grab the plates, please, before Grandmother says something."

Cassie's jaw dropped. "Seriously," she hissed leaning into Kathryn's ear. "You've been with black guys? Guess I shouldn't be shocked. Didn't you grow up in the ghetto back in Seattle?"

"It's not a ghetto," Kathryn snapped quietly. "It was just an old neighborhood and I'm not talking about that with you."

"Okay, you really need to get laid. Might relax you. Tell my brother to fuck you like a dirty slut when you get home, okay," Cassie replied with a scoff. "It'll do you some good."

Kathryn didn't respond.

Once again the door opened and closed and Daniel's cousin David arrived in his police uniform. He was working that day and Grandmother always insisted they could not start eating until everyone arrived.

"Sorry I'm late," he said, kissing his mother's and grandmother's cheek. "I was on my way and caught someone speeding."

"Hate it for them," Carl, Jacob and David's father commented.

"Yeah," David lamented. "I really don't think they realized it, but I had to give them a ticket. It happens. They were doing 70 in a 55."

"They realized it," Daniel commented, putting an arm around Kathryn's waist.

David shrugged as they were called to the table for grace. Instead of sitting, knowing she would have to get right back up to fix plates, Kathryn stood behind Daniel and put a hand on his shoulder and bowed her head as Jacob said grace. Daniel put his hand over hers, her engagement ring pressing into her skin from the weight.

"Amen," she murmured as the prayer was complete and went to fix Daniel a plate. "Little bit of everything?"

"Yes, please. Thank you, baby," he responded with a warm smile. Kathryn couldn't help but reciprocate.

Once everyone was seated with their food, conversations began.

"So, Kathryn, how was your first week at work," David asked as he cut into his chicken.

Kathryn took a sip of her water and nodded. "Great. I really like Jane and the salon is beautiful. I've been doing hair for four years and things are always changing, you know. Jane's been great to learn from. Just need to build up a clientele and everything will be perfect."

"You did do a wonderful job on my hair," Patricia commented, patting her perfectly curled locks. "And Brenda raved about you, too. I think you won't have any trouble building up your clientele."

"Saw the Sons after church," Daniel commented to David. "What kind of bloody activities you think they are up to today?"

David shook his head and Kathryn's interests were piqued. "Hopefully nothing," David replied. "But they've been quiet lately. Say they're at peace with the Niners and Mayans and such, but who knows. They're always up to something and it's rarely good."

"I remember this town before that damn club," Carl added. "It was quiet. It was peaceful and it was thriving. The Sons block any sort of big industry that ever tries to come here. If this town dies, it's because of SAMCRO."

"What's SAMCRO," Kathryn asked, not sure of what he meant by that.

"Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club Redwood Original," Daniel explained to her. "They're the mother charter for the whole organization. Nothing but a bunch of killers that need to stay locked up, if you ask me."

"Is that true? They kill people?"

Daniel sighed and put a hand on Kathryn's knee and patted.

"Pretty much," Jacob answered. "Though they've never been caught."

"I think convicted is the word you're looking for, son," Carl added. "They've been caught plenty of times, but they always wiggle out somehow. And they're always bringing in guys with no ties to this town, so there's less attachment and almost no remorse when they do do something violent. Like the Scot and that new Mexican guy, the wetback."

Kathryn tensed at the slur. She knew who he was talking about.

"Juice," David supplied. "He's Puerto Rican and an idiot. He's their Intelligence Officer."

Daniel snorted. "That guy? If that's the case it'll be all too easy to lock them up soon. Never seem like the lights are on all the way with him."

"Don't underestimate stupidity," Carl warned. "Stupidity can sometimes be the most brilliant thing."

"Excuse me," Grandmother called attention to herself at the head of the table. "Can we please not talk about such trash at the table? Trash belongs outside, not at the table."

Lunch finished on a more pleasant note after that. Kathryn followed Daniel home in her rusty Explorer with the windows down. The breaks squeaked loudly as she parked next to him in the driveway. Daniel winced as he heard it and opened her door. "Baby, stop being stubborn. Just let me get you a new car and put this pile of rust to rest."

Kathryn glared at him and unlocked the house. "Please stop, Daniel. I love my car and I love you. Can we not?" She turned and wrapped her arms around his waist and snuggled into his chest. "I'm going to go change," she murmured and headed up the stairs.

Daniel followed her up and stood in the doorway and watched as Kathryn slipped out of her skirt and blouse, exposing a matching light pink bra and panty that accentuated the slimness of her legs and fullness of her breasts. He felt himself getting hard and he adjusted himself through his khakis.

"You really are beautiful, you know," he commented huskily, stepping into the room and putting his hands on the bare skin of her waist, letting them roam over her smooth stomach. He pushed her hair aside and kissed her shoulder. "I can't wait to marry you and start a family with you. I'm going to give you the perfect life you always wanted, Kathryn. I promise."

Kathryn closed her eyes and circled her arms behind his head as his hands went to squeeze and fondle her breasts. She ground against him, feeling his grow behind her as she rubbed her satin covered bottom against his crotch.

She sighed and let her mind float away to previous partners so she could start getting wet. Daniel unhooked her bra and Kathryn bent at the waist and pulled her panties down, keeping contact with his erection the entire time.

"Undress me," he croaked. Slowly, Kathryn stood and kissed him as she undid his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt, kissing the exposed skin every button left behind. Once his shirt was off she dropped to her knees and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, pulling down his boxers, and letting him step out of them before she took his cock in her mouth.

Daniel was not a large guy in the erection department and it was only last night when she was being gagged by Juice as he fucked her mouth. She got pleasure out of giving good head. She had the power in that position. Deepthroating made her wetter than any other foreplay.

She had barely gotten into a solid rhythm before Daniel grabbed her up and threw her on the bed and crawled on top of her, spreading her legs. Daniel was a strict missionary guy. Like usual, he started a brutal, pounding, jack hammer-like pace. Kathryn had to grind her teeth to keep from screaming out of pain. Given, she was wetter now than some times before, but it still wasn't pleasant. She hated sex with Daniel. It was always the same. No warm up. Just hammering.

She held onto the pillow to keep it stable so her head wouldn't bang against the headboard with every jagged thrust. The only good thing about sex with Daniel was that it didn't last long. Kathryn only had to force out a few moans before Daniel's face screwed up and he came inside her.

He rolled off of her and kissed her temple. "I love you."

Kathryn closed her legs and pulled the blanket they kept at the end of the bed over her body. "Me too."