So, I decided to update both stories today since I'm ahead on school work. There's some light smut in this one, nothing too serious. Hope you enjoy the next installment.
*I own nothing except my OC, Danielle.*
I walked to my door, Scott following behind me. I was suddenly nervous, a guy I barely knew was coming into my house alone. Here's to hoping he wasn't a complete pyscho. I unlocked the door, and taking a deep breath, stepping inside. Scott followed me in and locked the door behind him. A shiver went down my spine. Relax Danni! Not everyone is out to get you. I scolded myself internally. Walking into my living room, I flipped on the lights and turned to face him.
"So, this is my house," I started nervously, unable to meet his eyes, "There's a guest bedroom and an office with a futon, so you guys can fight over who gets what."
"Hey, it's okay." He said to me, gently cupping my chin in his head and pulling it up so I was looking at him. Breathe Danni, he's not going to hurt you. He doesn't even know the club, he's not out to get you. I was trying to relax, but years of cautioning from my father and his friends was making hard to relax. I knew nothing about him and here I was inviting him to sleep in my house and drive my car. "What are you so nervous for?"
"It's just, I don't really know you and you could be…" I trailed off, not wanting to call him out on possibly being crazy.
"I could be a crazy pyscho?" he supplied, a grin lighting up his face. "Nah, sweetheart. I'm just a simple fisherman who's trying to catch the attention of a cute girl."
I blushed and rolled my eyes at him. He had successfully diffused the tension. "Yea okay. Wanna watch something?" I crossed over to the couch and took a seat, slipping off my Converse without untying them. I tucked my legs underneath myself and grabbed the remote. He joined me on the couch and I flipped through the channels, stopping when I saw "No Reservations" was on. I tossed the remote on the coffee table and settled back into the couch. He casually put his arm around the back of the couch behind my head, scooting closer to me. I bit the inside of my lip to keep from smiling and letting him know I was onto him. I wanted to see what he would do next. Despite my early freak out, I was immensely attracted to him and would gladly participate in some make-out action. I discretely stretched my back out, settling back into the couch a little closer to him. I saw him grin for a second before his face was once again blank. So, he knew my game.
"So, have you ever been to Italy?" he asked, gesturing to the TV. I shook my head no and turned to face him, realizing my face was extremely close to his. He leaned down and captured my lips with his, a sweet, gentle kiss. I smiled into his lips, unable to help myself. He brushed his lips against mine again, before pulling away. "Sorry, couldn't resist."
"That's okay. I don't mind." I responded. I wanted to continue, but my piece of shit couch wasn't cut out for what I had in mind, so I decided to relocate ourselves. "So, I didn't give you the tour. Come on."
We both got up, and I began my "tour", starting in the kitchen. I showed him the hall bathroom and the two rooms he'd have to choose from. We came to the end of the hallway, the door to my bedroom closed. I opened it cautiously, and gestured inside. "And this is my room."
"Your bed looks very comfortable." Scott said, peering inside my room. He took a step inside.
"Oh, it is. You wanna try it out? Maybe you'll get one like it next time you need a mattress." I played along. I was having fun with our little game.
"I'd love to." He sat down on my bed and lay back on it. He folded his arms and propped his head on them, shooting me a playful grin. "How about you join me sweetheart? I'll need to know how it feels when I have a lady friend over."
I couldn't resist giggling a little and quickly crossed the space to my bed. I sat down beside him and he pulled me back so that we were laying side by side. I turned to face him. "You wanna make sure it can withstand some action?" I asked, trying to still sound innocent.
"Yes please." He answered and kissed me again. I felt electricity shoot down my spine, this man was too damn sexy for his own good. I nipped his bottom lip gently, and he opened his mouth to me, allowing our tongues to meet and tangle together. His right hand ghosted down my side, causing me to shiver and scoot closer to him, desperate for his touch. Once he reached the hem of my shirt, he tugged up on it, signaling to me that he wanted me to take it off. I had just slipped my shirt off when I heard a knock on my door. I sighed and glanced over at Scott. "I'm not answering that." I told him and we resumed kissing, Scott wasting no time in unhooking my bra and tossing it into the corner. He cupped one breast in his right hand, gently massaging the flesh as he continued kissing me. He broke off from my lips, slowly trailing kisses and nibbles down my neck. He was just sucking a nipple into his mouth when I heard knocking again, this time accompanied by my stepmother's voice. "Danni, I know you are in there!"
"Shit." I said, jumping off the bed and scrambling for my bra. "She totally has a key and is not afraid to use it."
I was pulling my tank top over my head, when I heard her heels clicking down the hall. She appeared in my doorway, and I froze. She frowned at me, obviously guessing what I'd been up to. "Kitchen, now." She said, spinning around and heading back towards the front of the house, not sparing Scott a second glance. I shot him an embarrassed smile.
"Umm, sorry, I gotta go talk to her. They are kind of protective of me." I managed to stutter out. I looked up to see him looking a bit shocked.
"Aren't you 26 years old?" he asked. "Why is she so pissed off?"
"Look, I'll explain later, trust me you do not want to keep the Queen waiting." I scampered out the door, quickly walking down the hallway to my kitchen. I wonder if Dad sent her over after seeing me leave T-M on the back of his bike. Looking back on it, I was asking for trouble with that move. I entered the kitchen, and Gemma turned to me, fixing her signature probing glare on me, not speaking a word as I sat down across from her.
"Um, hi Gem." I said, looking down at the table and fiddling with the silver crow ring on my right hand. "What brings you here?"
"Don't be a smartass." She replied, with no amusement in her voice. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"I thought it was pretty obvious that I was making out with Scott." I shot back, unable to keep my temper in check. "I'm 26, I own my own place. I can make those decisions if I want."
"Your father is very upset with you." She continued on like I hadn't spoken. "You blatantly ignored him in front of his brothers and took off on the back of a complete stranger's bike. You're lucky he didn't come over here himself."
I gulped, imagining the scene if my father had been the one to find me and Scott making out. He probably would have shot him. "I'm sorry Gem, I wasn't thinking."
I heard Gemma sigh and shift in her seat. "I know baby girl, that's the problem. You never think about these things." I could tell by her voice that she was no longer mad at me. I looked up to find her grinning at me. "Didn't do too bad though, he's good looking."
I laughed and nodded my head. "Yeah, he's definitely attractive."
"Good kisser?" she asked, laughing at my horrified expression. "Fine, don't tell me." She stopped smiling and fixed me with a pointed stare. "But seriously, let your father do a background check on him and bring him to the party tonight. It'll make him feel better that you aren't hiding your new man."
"Fine, I'll call Juice and let him know." I rolled my eyes. "Why can't I just have a little fun?"
Gemma stood up, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Cuz you're SAMCRO royalty baby girl. Everyone is just trying to protect you." And with that she was gone.
Scott peeked his head around the corner a few minutes later, and I waved him in, just finishing my phone call with Juice. He took the seat across from me previously occupied by Gemma, waiting to speaking until I disconnected from my call. "You in trouble?" he asked, leaning back into his chair.
"Nah, not really, just a warning." I shrugged, looking back down at the table. "Thank God it wasn't my dad that came over."
Scott visibly paled at that statement, as if he was suddenly remembering just who he was dealing with here. "Your dad seems like a very dangerous man." He said cautiously. "Does he have an issue with me?"
"Not you in particular, it's just you've got a couple strikes against you. You're a male after his little girl's attention and you're an outsider." I looked back up, grimacing before continuing. "You gotta come to a party at the clubhouse tonight. Meet everyone. Unless you wanna stop whatever this is." I gestured between the two of us.
"What do you mean? I've gotta meet the parents already?" he raised an eyebrow in question. "Isn't that asking for your dad to kick my ass?"
"Gemma made a good point to me. It's best to be upfront and completely in the open with my dad. He'll get paranoid that you're up to no good otherwise." I reached over and grabbed his hand. "I understand if you wanna just run while you still can."
"Nah babe, I like you. I'll stick it out." He smirked mischeviously at me. "That is if we can continue this later of course."
I rolled my eyes, but couldn't hold in my grin. "Of course."
At that moment, there was another knock on my door and I got up to answer it. Grabbing my gun from the table in the foyer and sliding off the safety, I checked my peephole. When I saw it was John, I clicked the safety back on and slipped the gun in the back of my jeans. Scott was looking at my like I was crazy as I opened the door. John came in, immediately sensing the tension that had accumulated.
"What's going on?" He asked cautiously, after the door was closed, looking from me to Scott.
"Oh, nothing, Danni here just almost pulled a gun on you." Scott answered, still looking at me a little weird. I sighed and pulled the gun out of my jeans and placing it back on the table beside my keys.
"Sorry, my dad's got a lot of enemies. A girl can never be too careful." I headed down the hall to the living room, both males trailing me. "I'm not your typical girl. I carry a gun and usually have a few in various places around my house. I have a clubhouse full of overprotective "uncles" that taught me how to fight and shoot and my dad's the national president of a motorcycle club. So if you can't hang with that, you can find somewhere else to stay."
"Whoa now, what happened while I was gone?" John asked.
I fixed a glare on Scott and answered, "I thought we were straight, but obviously I was wrong."
"I'm good, I was just shocked." He replied, throwing his hand up in surrender. "You are quick to anger."
"It's a Morrow family trait." I answered, heading towards my bedroom to change. "Get ready, we're gonna party SAMCRO style tonight. Plan on not remembering a damn thing."
"I like this girl, she's pretty badass." I heard John from the living room before I closed my door. They weren't gonna know what hit them.
Oh lord, what was I thinking? John Hillstrand is about to attend a full-blown Friday night SAMCRO party. Things could get wild.
