Chapter 3

He felt his shoulders relax and his mind too as he rode back to the clubhouse. Riding was the only time he ever truly forgot himself and all the fucked up things he'd done and all the fucked up things he was responsible for. Donna, Veronica Pope, Dawn, hell even Opie. All of them were dead because of him. Riding was the only time all that fucked up guilt was out of his head. Except tonight. Tonight when he had been with Cass, inside her, none of it had clouded his mind. It had all been about her. He'd never felt that way when he was fucking a woman. He'd never really cared whether they were enjoying it too but with Cass the closer she got to coming the more turned on he'd become. And afterwards as she lay there she was such a specter of calm like she hadn't just fucked a screwed up biker but an actual man that she felt she could connect with. He knew that it was her calm nature that he got off on. This one was different and he felt he almost wanted to keep her around even if just for the sake of an empty mind while he fucked her.

He thought about what Gemma had once said about the women they kept close. "You tell them all or nothing". How could he tell Cass about all the fucked up shit he'd done? He couldn't. She'd never speak to him again. Probably regret everything that they'd just done, seeing him for the evil he really was. Maybe he should give her a chance. But then he'd fucked up again tonight leaving like that so abruptly. He'd seen the shock and pain in her eyes as he'd backed out the door. He'd caused it. She'd never want to see him again. He felt sure of it.

Cass got into the salon the same time as Stacey the next morning.

"I told you I was opening up hon. it's your morning off. What are you doing here so early?"

"I couldn't sleep." Cass answered.

"That good a night was it?" Stacey chuckled as she set up the cash drawer in the register.

"Yeah, until he left without saying goodbye"

"Really? What happened?" Stacey asked closing the register and moving around the salon to check the spray bottles were all filled. Cass relayed the events of the previous night, right up until his sudden departure.

"You know maybe he didn't mean to hurt you. Maybe that tattoo means something really personal to him that he really didn't want to talk about."Stacey lamented once she was done. "Especially coming down from what was obviously such a high."

"Yeah maybe." she answered not sounding or feeling too convinced.

"Maybe leave it a few days. See if he calls you."

"Yeah I guess. Doubt I'll see him again." Cass said.

"Seriously Cass?" Stacey said placing her hand against her friends shoulder, "If the sex was as good as you said surely he'll be back for more."

Cass gave her a doubtful smile. She really doubted she would ever see Tig Trager again.

"You've been awful quiet lately Tigger." Bobby said from across the garage.

Tig looked up from what he was doing to see Bobby's somewhat concerned expression.

"Something eating at ya?" He continued.

Tig thought for a moment. Did he really want to lay out all his thoughts about Cass and admit that he had woman troubles? Tig Trager and woman troubles? That really didn't seem to go together in his head.

"Well you see Bobby, there's this girl" he said with a sigh.

Bobby interrupted with a shrill wolf whistle. "Let me get this straight. You've got woman troubles?"

"Shut up!" Tig growled.

"Sorry. Keep going. I'm listening."

"Well anyway there's this girl, well woman actually, that I fucked recently and it was the best God damn sex ever. Like she was custom made to put my cock in."

"Where's the problem? If the pussy is good then go back for more." Bobby said.

"Problem is I think I pissed her off."

"We talking whore pussy or lady pussy?"

"Lady."

"Well therein lies your problem. You can't piss lady pussy off and if you do you gotta be prepared to say you're sorry if you want more of the pussy." Bobby advised.

Tig sighed. It really wasn't in his nature to apologize, but his mind the last few days had been crazily fucked up. He craved her touch and he wanted so badly to gaze upon those captivating eyes.

"What's up with him?" Chibs asked Bobby as he approached the pair. Tig looked like he was deep in thought.

"He's got woman troubles." Bobby answered.

"I'm sorry. He's what?" Chibs chuckled.

"You heard me right. Woman troubles."

"Shut the fuck up. Both of ya." Tig growled starting towards his Harley. "I got something I gotta do. Not a word of this to anyone. You hear me?"

Chibs gave a flick of his head and a wink as he said "You have my word brother."

Bobby just chuckled and Tig heard Chibs join him in his laughter as he mounted his Harley and prepared to leave the lot. He couldn't quite believe what he was about to do.

It was right before closing a few days later that she glanced up at the sound of the bell above the door, to see him come through it. "You got a minute?" he asked. She glanced around the salon and saw that most things were being taken care of and that the last client was nearly done.

"Sure" she said quietly leading him to the tea room at the back.

He took her hand as she slid the door closed behind them. "I'm sorry I left like that." he said with a sigh. She was surprised. She hadn't pinned him as one for apologies. She wasn't sure what to expect when he'd come in but this certainly wasn't it and she wasn't sure how to respond.

"It's okay I ..."

"No it's not." He interrupted her. "I should have explained, but that tattoo, I can't tell you about it. Not yet."

"Not yet? But one day?" She asked somewhat shyly.

"One day." he answered with a reassuring smile.

"So that means you want to see me again?" She asked somewhat incredulously. He answered her by nodding as he wrapped his arm around her waist.

"I really like you Cass." He said as he planted a kiss against her lips. He lowered his arm to behind her thighs and lifted her up to the counter by the sink and stood between her legs. He ran his hand up the inside of one of her thighs, up under her skirt and started to slide his fingers beneath her underwear.

"You know we can't do anything here right?" she giggled slapping his hand away.

"Your place? Tonight?" he said kissing her neck. "Yeah." she breathed. "Oh Cassidy." he said trailing his lips down her collarbone and inhaling the scent of her flowery vanilla perfume. "Can I call you that?" he asked finding her eyes. The depths of those green eyes were endless and he felt that unfamiliar sense of calm wash over him again.

"Yeah, but only when we're alone. Never in front of anyone else."

"You really don't like it do you?"

She shook her head, no. He saw her eyes change, their depths beheld a pain he couldn't begin to describe. It was that brokenness that intrigued him the most about her.

"Later, kay?" he asked.

"Later," she whispered seductively. She kissed him once more before sliding off the counter and leading him back through her salon.

They had sex every night for the rest of that week mostly at her place, the last night at his when Den had been there despite the fact she'd kicked him out the week before.

He'd soon learnt that when she bit her lower lip she was so turned on she could barely contain herself. He found it so unimaginably sexy.

"He signed the divorce papers today." she said afterwards the night they were at his place.

"Does that mean I no longer need to feel guilty about fucking a married woman?"

She laughed. "Like you ever did!"

She rolled over onto his chest and kissed him, hands ravaging through his hair. He bit her lip before for plunging his tongue back into her mouth. She felt his hands trail roughly across her back, over her hips resting on her ass momentarily before gripping it hard. Her body rippled with pleasure readying to go again. He pressed a hand up along the ridge of her back all the way to her shoulder rolling her over. His lips blazed a trail down her neck and across her chest. He cupped her breasts in his hands before bringing one to his lips, his tongue circling her nipple, all the time looking up into her eyes and watching them dance with desire.

Her hands roamed everywhere they could reach as he kissed her mouth again this time fiercely and urgently. He pulled away slightly as he felt her hand brush against his cock not allowing her to draw it into her it as he knew she wanted to. "Not yet darlin,'" he murmured moving his lips down across her body again, continuing down further this time. He slid two fingers inside her as his lips explored the insides of her thighs. He felt her insides tense hungrily around his fingers and knew instinctively without looking up that she was biting her lower lip, head tipped back, eyes shut. The soft moan she let out as his thumb stroked against her clit sent desire pulsating through him. He caressed her clit and delicately ran his fingers in and out of her until he'd brought her right to the cusp of coming. Just as he felt her hips start to quiver he pulled his hand away and rose up above her to gaze into her eyes. "Oh baby," she moaned. "That's so cruel!"

He took her hand and placed it down against him where she stroked and pulled till he was hard and hot. She pressed against his back forcing his hips down between her thighs and drew him into her. He gasped and plunged in deeper, resting his elbows either side of her head, crushing his lips against hers, as he drew out nearly his whole length and plunged back in hard again and again. "Oh yes, give it to me hard Tigger," She moaned knowing she was going to come soon. He knew it too and didn't try to slow her as he normally would. He thrust faster to catch up then slowed as he felt her walls tighten and contract around him as she grew closer. She drew his tongue into her mouth and ran her hands down his side feeling his hips tense as he thrust deep into her coming at the same time she felt her own climax make her insides explode in ecstasy. He pulled his mouth away from hers and found her eyes. "You're right not guilty." He smirked gazing into them. She laughed as he rolled to his side pulling her with him.

She couldn't help but admit to herself that she was beginning to have feelings for him and wondered if he felt the same. As they lay together afterwards she felt connected to him and felt him relax in her arms. She wondered if he cared for her the way she was beginning to care for him. The sex was amazing but she found herself wondering whether that's all it was to him. She had noticed the way his eyes relaxed and became so much softer as they made love and she could tell that it was something he wasn't use to, but she could also tell that he got off on it. The calmer he became the more amazing the sex was.

As he lay next to her smoking a cigarette that night she looked across at him. She felt sure that he was only keeping her around because of the effect sex with her had on him. She also felt sure that he had no feelings for her other than his need for sex.

A/N: Okay so here's the deal. I will continue to update this story only until it catches up in time to Life As We Know It. After that I think I will concentrate on slowing intergrating Cass more into Life As We Know It as both storylines from there are the same. (make sense?). I may still use this story for her perspective on certain events so that her story doesn't take too much away from Hailey and Happy's.