"Smiles and Cracked Hearts" by Cat Lea
Disclaimer: First of all I own nothing except for the Original Characters in this story which I have yet to name. Sons of Anarchy and the Characters belong to the Genius Mr. Sutter and the wonderful actors who play them.
Author Notes: This is an SOA story that is set some time after Season 4 end. Most of this one will follow storylines already set but will be have a little of my own history for some of the characters too.
Chapter Two
She has sat there drinking and watching and for a few hours keeping track of the routines of the bar tenders and cocktail waitress along with the ones she could tell were the regulars. She keeps looking the place over making a plan on how to carry out what she needs to do for her job tomorrow and trying to figure out any trouble spots she might have. After a while she finally felt as if she has worked it all out in her mind and decides she needs something to take her mind off what she has to do tomorrow. She knows that if she doesn't relieve stress before than she is going to be more prone to screw up something and that one thing she doesn't want to do on this job. After all that is why she is in the dilemma to begin with because she fucked up years back. She is forced to do the jobs at their beck and call all because she didn't relieve stress and fucked up not knowing she was being watched. Well that and being conned by a man before she knew better. But that was so long ago that she learned many things from her mistake and after all she wasn't seventeen anymore or stupid when it came to the ways of her life now. She is not the kid that she was when she pulled off her first job to save someone she loved not that she would not still do it even knowing where it took her. How it ended the life she had planned out in her childish way and put her on the path she is on. Funny thing is she still wonders what he would have to say about her life if only he knew why it was that her life had taken her to the place she was in. But he would only know if she had let him in and she hadn't and didn't plan on ever doing that now. She was a woman now of twenty seven and had booked in more than a few jobs in the last ten years of her life. Most she knows she would never have done if not forced to but what was she supposed to do cry over spilled milk no make that spilled blood?
Oh well with a sigh and downing the last of the Jack Daniels in her glass she knows just how she was hoping to relieve that stress and that with a good couple of hours of hot fucking steamy sex. Not that she a whore or anything but she did like sex and she hadn't used sex as a release for some time now. She glances up and sees that the one she hoping to interest into a few hours of fun is still sitting at the corner of the bar looking around. He was still giving off that sexy biker and bad boy looks that was drawing her to him like a lioness drawn to the kill. After all she has kept track of the sexy bald biker and was happy to see that every once in a while he would glance her way. Even watching as she turned down a few of the addicts and drunks who tried to hit on her till she had to threaten to take their lives if they didn't leave her alone. She had also noticed he did some turning down himself of some of the whores around the place. She caps her bottle of Jack Daniels and stands up deciding on hitting the bathroom before she planned on walking over and hopefully starting up a conversation with him. She can feel his eyes on her as she heads to the bathroom and turns just before going in to look him right in the eyes shocking him a bit by the quick look in his eyes that is gone before it can even completely register anywhere else but in his gorgeous deep eyes. She smile and walks on into the bathroom making sure to glance in a mirror to check herself out before heading into a stall. After all she wanted to make sure everything still looked it best not that normally she cared if she was the one going to hit on them. But for some reason with him she wanted to put extra effort into it which makes her laugh as she closes the stall door because this was so unlike her.
He had sat there drinking about four beers and a few shots of whiskey in the last few hours as he looked the place over and made up his plans for tomorrow. He knew he would have to play some of it on the fly but knew that no matter what he would get his job done tomorrow. After all thinking on his feet was something he learned to be really good at when he first started. He could see a problem or two that might come up but nothing he couldn't work around. He knew that no matter what for the club he had to get it done and without any trouble that could blow back on them. After all they were counting on him like they always did to handle a job like this. And he would never let them down because if he did he would be letting his family down. And family to him was everything even though he didn't have a lot of one growing up. Just him his mom and his brother who he had no idea where he was even at for the last ten years so really it was just him and his mom now who he was now trying to take care of since he found out she was sick with his Aunt help. But right now wasn't the time to think about her or even his missing brother with what was going down because if he did that could distract him. And if anything did that it could me danger or a mistakes and he just couldn't let that happen. This was two damn important for all of them so he had to clear his mind. Now all he had to do was to wait till the time was right tomorrow and do what he did best. Hell what he has been doing best for over the last twenty years. Ever since he was seventeen years old and found out that taking care of problems the way he did was the best way. Than at twenty-three he started doing that for the club and it really was what he does best but now for his family. He was good at taking care of himself even before that but doing the jobs that no one else would touch is what got him the nickname "Killah" with all his brothers. It also what earned him the respect that they all show him and that was something he not only wanted but needed after the life he lead up to that point.
With a sigh and a shake of his head he could feel the stress building in him like it always did before a job and knew he have to relieve it before he came back tomorrow. And he knew just how he wanted to do that after all that why he kept track of her off in the back corner of the bar the whole time for a reason. Hell he was even going to get up and take care of a drunk who kept hitting one her till she told him off herself and he finally left her alone. He just had to think of something to say to her because telling her he wanted to fuck her senseless for the next few hours into the morning might not work with this one. Hell other than the smile and the look of wanting him she gave him earlier was the only real way he knew she noticed him. Not that their eyes haven't met a few times looking around the room but no smile no anything. He sees that she has gotten up and has capped her half gone bottle of Jack Daniels and wonders if she is leaving till he notices that she didn't pick up her coat or the bottle. Watching her head to the bathroom and looking her over again he almost laughs out right when just before she walks in she turns and looks him right in the eyes and smiled. He was shocked she did that and was sure for a split second it showed in his eyes. But then hers showed she wanted him and would have him if she could tonight. Damn those eyes he feels so drawn into them that he let his own eyes show her he wanted her back. She than walks on into the bathroom and after she is in he does chuckle softly. He smirks a bit to himself and decides to not make it so easy on her and gets up deciding he needs a smoke before he talks to her anyway. And he knew if he wasn't back when she came out she wouldn't leave. He also wants to see what she do if she thought he left. He head out the door and moves down the wall a little away from his motorcycle into the shadows of the building. He leans on the wall and pulls out his smokes but decides to pull a joint out of his pocket instead of a cigarette. He fires it up and takes a long pull on it and holds it for a few seconds before slowly letting it out. Needing the calm it would bring him before he let her know she was his tonight. And his all night long was just what she was going to be.
After finishes her business she steps out of the stall and washes her hand before she quickly pulls her eyeliner out of her pocket and fixes the lines around them to make her sea green eyes pop even more. She smiles softly into the mirror glad she had gotten her old man's eyes and hair and not the boring brown her mother had. She than puts it away and quickly runs a hand through her hair to make it a bit more curly and bouncy. She than pulls her top down a bit and smooth it down so just a little bit more of the top of her beast peek out. She quickly licks her lips as there is a pulling in her stomach that makes her purr just a little in anticipating of what she been missing for a while and that some hot fucking sex. And she had a feeling that with him that just what she would be getting. She smiles than turns after one final look in the mirror before heading on out of the bathroom. She looks over to where he was sitting when she went in to see that he is gone letting the smile slide off her face. She glances at the men room but has a feeling he not in there as a whore and the drunk that kept hitting on her till she told him she would cut his throat if he didn't leave her alone where fucking on the floor of the doorway. With a sigh she turns and head back to her table and picking up her bottle deciding to step outside for a little air before she would come back in and grab her duster and head to her hotel room hoping after a little speeding down the highway to relieve her stress she would be more relaxed. Damn the hot ass biker for leaving she really would have liked to use something other than speeding down the highway to relieve this buildup of stress. But knowing there is nothing she can do about it she makes her way to the front door and steps out. She moves down the wall just inside the light that is bleeding from inside and leans against it opening her bottle of Jack and taking a long slow pull on it. After she swallows the burning liquid she reaches to her pocket for the joint she always carries but realizes it is in her duster pocket and growls shaking her head and mutters out loud to herself.
"Fuck."
As he takes another hit from the joint in his hand thinking about how to start up a conversation with her she steps out of the bar and moves down the same wall he is leaning on. He watches as she stops just inside the light that is coming from inside the bar. He looks her over and can tell she took a few seconds to mess with her hair and make-up. And even though he can't see her eyes as good out here in the dark as he could inside he can tell that they stand out more than before. He takes a slow careful breath and watches her open her bottle and take a drink from it. He then sees her feel her pocket as if she was looking for something but can't seem to find it. He lets the smoke slowly out of his lungs as she frowns and mutters to herself the word fuck. He looks her up and down once more and then talks in his low and deep rough voice that comes out loud enough for her to hear him but not too loud. As he talks he moves just to the edge of the light hoping he doesn't scare her but not able to stop from saying what he was thinking either.
"Yeah leather and lace I would say you look very fuck-able little girl and I would love to be doing just that to you till the wee hours of the morning."
She jumps a little when a sexy deep rough voice talks to her from the shadows just a little bit away from her. But somehow she knew she didn't have to be scared because a part of her knew it was the bad boy biker she was hoping to fuck and instead of being scared she turns to where he has just stepped to the edge of the light. She moves a little closer to the dark and him before she looks him up and down and then with a smile and nods as he puts the joint he holding into his mouth taking a hit. She takes a quick drink from her bottle before she talks back to him needing the burn of the booze to keep her voice calm. When she does talk back to him after swallowing the Jack it is in a soft and sexy voice almost like silk with a lot of passion and just a bit of a mid-west accent to it too.
"Yeah really biker boy you think so because darling I think you're pretty fuck-able looking too and wouldn't mind the idea of you fucking me either or me riding you or sucking you till the wee hours of the morning."
With that she smirks at him and leans over and takes the joint out of his mouth and takes a long drawn out hit on it handing him her bottle as she does. He grins letting the smoke out of his lungs and takes a large drink from the Jack Daniels bottle and swallows watching her as she releases the smoke from the joint.
"Well than little girl I think we might be able to help each other out because I would love to watch you ride me or suck me or both."
He then leans over and down crushes her mouth in a deep and passionate kiss while he is pulling her into him sliding his empty handed arm around her waist and his hand down to rest on her ass while moving her back into the wall some under him. She returns the kiss just as deeply and passionate while sliding the hand that doesn't have the joint in it up and around his neck to pull him even close and runs her nails over his neck and the back of his head. As she does this he shivers slightly and then licks and nips her bottom lip causing her to moan in pleasure letting him slide his tongue into her mouth seeking out her tongue for a little dominate play which feels like electric shocks going off in her mouth as she taste the booze and smoke on his tongue along with a spice that is his own taste. His tongue feels like it on fire as she crushes in closer to him and he presses his already hardening cock into her some while her beast are smashed into him. After a few minutes of kissing like this they finally break for air. He lets go of her mouth but not of her only moving back maybe an inch or two. He looks down into her eyes and feels like he is being drawn into them as they darkened to an even richer sea green. She looks back into his and feels things she hadn't felt in a long time as her stomach tightens at the feeling of his cock pressed to her some still. She watches his eyes as they darken to almost a black. She raises her hand taking a hit on the joint and then putting it in his mouth so he can take the last hit on it. He draws in a breath and then lets her take it out dropping it to the ground to step on it. They both let their breaths out slowly letting the pot calm them a bit. He then takes a drink from the bottle and hands it to her but before she can take a drink he reaches up tangling his hand in her hair. He pulls her in and kisses her sharing the drink from his mouth with her. Once more kissing her hot and heavy letting her slide her tongue into his mouth this time so that he can taste her and see what she do. She takes the lead running her tongue all around the inside his mouth till she finally starts a little tongue war going for dominates. He wins after a few minute and once more they pull apart breathless but now he had both his arms around her with his hands on her ass squeezing it a bit and liking how firm it feels in his hands. This causes her to purr as she now has both arms around his neck and has wiggled even closer to him while holding the bottle behind him. He leans in kissing her from her jaw up to her ear and speaking into it his voice even rougher and sexier with passion and lust in it. As he does she shivers with desire and can feel herself go damp down below just from that hot sexy voice of his in her ear. This makes her smile knowing the sex will be out of this world.
"Your hotel room or mine because leather and lace I want more than a quick fuck out in public in a bar parking lot. Matter of fact I want to make you scream over and over tonight before you walk away."
"Oh trust me I want more too biker boy. Something tells me you might be just what I need sexy to relieve some stress. So either is fine with me guess depends on who hotel room is closer because the faster we get some where the faster we get naked and sweaty. And I promise you I won't be the only one screaming by the time we are done."
"Naked and sweaty sounds good to me too leather and lace and I am a biker but I ain't a boy and haven't been for a long time."
"No I bet you're not sexy but then I ain't a little girl either. Haven't been that for many years now either. But calling you biker boy is not meant with any kind of disrespect and if you don't want me calling you that I won't."
He looks at her and smirks a little. He wouldn't normally let anyone call him a boy. But then he thinks that maybe tonight is not a normal night any way and he can tell there no disrespect in her calling him that. Plus he kind of likes the way her eyes twinkle with mischief when she does. She sees the little smile that crosses his eyes but once more is gone quickly and knows she hasn't pushed him too far and that she will be getting her way on calling him biker boy.
"Ok leather and lace as long as we are going to get naked and sweaty you can call me whatever you want as long as I get to fuck you and soon. And till sometime in the morning. So where are you staying at?"
"I am staying at the Starlite motel just about three blocks over from here down Central and Main. What about you sexy where are you staying?"
"Same here so that is solved we will figure out who room when we get there little girl. Where is your car parked at?"
"My ride is right behind us but it not a car it is the 65 Harley Davidson pan-head custom chopper. I don't like cars they make me feel trapped in and I like the feel of the wind in my hair. I also like being able to move in and out of traffic at my own pace."
He looks at her and then over his shoulder to where her bike is sitting next to his. He nods his with approval and a look of being impressed crosses his face. She grins at him and looks over his shoulder at her baby.
"So leather and lace you're a biker chick little girl?"
"Sure am sexy biker boy have been all my life. My mother hates it but my old man is a biker born and raised and being the only kid they had I take after him with my love for a good strong machine between my legs and the wind in my hair. Though she knew he was a biker before she met and married him so she should have expected it that I would be one too. That bike was his he gave it to me for my seventeen birthdays present. But it not the only one I owe either."
"Wow I am impressed. So do you ride with him?"
She glances down and away from his eyes. He frowns a bit because he can feel the hurt in her before she even speaks.
"Actually sexy I haven't seen him since just after my eighteen birthdays and we have talked over the phone a few times since and that is normally for him to yell at me about something he feels I had done wrong. We both are stubborn and strong willed and he doesn't agree with my choices in life but then he doesn't know why I made them and I ain't telling because it wouldn't change anything other than piss him off."
She looks up and shrugs before looking over and sees a 2009 Harley Davidson Dyna FXDL low rider sitting next to hers. She nods toward it causing him to look over at his bike.
"Is that your ride?"
"Yeah it is but it not my favorite motorcycle that one is down with a messed up fuel line right now. Not that the Dyna a bad bike but I have more than one."
"Yeah can understand that sexy I have other bikes but the 65 is my favorite ride so I take that when I leave home."
"So than why don't we head over to the motel so that we can see what we can do about this getting naked and sweaty little girl after all you mentioned something about relieving some stress didn't you?"
"Yes I did do that."
She lets out a sexy laugh and leans in kissing him softly than pulls back and goes to pull out of his arms dropping hers from around his neck her bottle still in her hand. He straightens up but leaves his hand on her waist. He goes to lead her over to her bike but she stops him. He looks at her with a bit of a frown.
"Easy there big guy I just need to run back into the bar and get my duster. Than we can head on out for a night of fun and fucking."
He smile slightly and nods letting go of her.
"Ok go ahead but hurry the hell up or I might have to go for a round of that public sex if you don't."
She laughs and smirks and her eyes sparkle some as she is looking up at him.
"Who knows biker boy that might be exciting too. But then I have a feeling that any way and any place might be fun and exciting with you."
"I can promise you that leather and lace."
She turns to head back into the bar and he reaches out and smacks her ass. She turns and smirks with a moan looking at him and licks her lips her sea green eyes going darker with lust and want. He smirks at her.
"Damn biker boy you already know one thing I like."
"I will have to remember that leather and lace. Now hurry the fuck up."
He growls the lust and want coming out making his voice even harsher. She turns and quickly head back to the bar door and slide in to go and get her duster. She stops just inside the door and takes few deep breaths. She knows she got to calm herself or else she will be begging him to fuck her right there in the dirt of the parking lot. He walks over to his bike taking a few deep breaths himself trying to calm himself down because if not he might really have to take her right here and now for the first time. He slides on to his bike and looks at his helmet deciding not to put it on but shoving it into his saddle bag. He watches as she comes back out sliding her duster on after sliding the bottle into an inside pocket. She stops and then takes a moment to flip her hair out of the collar of it. She walks over to get on her bike but on the side between his and her bikes. She goes to get on her bike but he reaches out and pulls her into him kissing her deeply while gently sliding his hand into her hair gripping a handful and keeping her head where he wants it. She lets him and kisses him back just as hard. Once more after a few minutes he lets go of her lips but this time he pulls her hair to expose her neck and leans in and bites down on the collar bone hard before licking it to sooth it. She lets out a moan and moves in closer so she doesn't fall as she shakes a little. She rests her hand on his leg next to his cock which brings a groan from him. After a second he looks into her eyes. He sees the lust and passion he is feeling mirrored in her eyes. She takes a deep breath and leans in kissing him gently as he lets go of her hair. She then turns and gets on her bike starting it up. He starts up his and they both pull out of the parking lot side by side. They head to the motel riding fast but staying next to each other. Both a mixture of excitement and lust filling them at the prospect of a few hours of passion and sex that is to come. Both of them wanting to relieve stress and neither wanting to think past that for now as come tomorrow or actually later today they both have jobs to do and both know this is a one night fling of sex any way they want it or can take it.
