First off, thanks to everyone who has read my story so far, favourited and followed either me or this story. This means a lot to me! Also, I know I had promised to get this chapter out about 14 days ago but I've been working a crazy amount of hours at work, thanks to a huge turnover with most of my co - workers leaving to get ready for back to school. And it's only getting to get worse as there are about fifteen people in a very small company leaving at the end of the month which means more hours of work and training for me. Also, check out my profile page on here for quick updates about chapter updates and such. It's usually pretty accurate as I update that as often as possible. Last but not least, I know this is posted as a Juice story (And I know there's nothing I hate more than a story claiming it's about one character and they are barely in it). Trust me, Juice is coming and there will be plenty of him! Oh, and feel free to follow me on Twitter 89melaniecox and send me a message saying you are a reader of my story and I will follow you back! Enough rambling, enjoy Chapter 3!
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I spent the day working on patients, keeping an eye out for Tara and fantasizing about what Tig and I could do in the washroom once 5pm rolled around. Nina had been asked to work through her lunch break and I was left alone, with a whole hour. I tried to ignore the stirring in my groin but I just couldn't.
I walked to the nearest washroom, locked the door and pulled out my cell phone. I scrolled through my phone numbers and quickly hit the call button when I reached the number I was looking for.
"Everything okay?" came Tig's voice over the line. This got going even more and I slid my hand slowly into my pants.
"No, I need you to get in a room all by yourself for a minute," I told him. He said okay and I listened as he walked into a room and closed the door.
"Okay. I'm in my dorm room. What's wrong?" he asked.
"I can't wait until five. I need a release now but I need your help," I told him.
"I can be there in ten minutes," Tig said.
"No. Just talk me through it, I can take care of the rest," I said, already getting started.
"You want me to talk dirty to you while you masturbate?" Tig asked me.
"You have a problem with that?" I asked him.
"No, it's definitely hot. Hang on, let me join you," he said. I heard some shuffling before he came back to the phone.
We spent 45 minutes, going through some pretty interesting situations together. There was nothing quite like hearing him groan over the phone, knowing that it was because of the images I was placing in his head.
"I'll see you at 5," I told Tig as I fixed myself up in the mirror once we were both finished. I definitely didn't need to look as if I had been pleasuring myself in the washroom during my break. That would land me directly in the unemployment line.
"4 hours," he said before hanging up. I returned to work with a smile on my face. Nina asked me what I was so happy about but I just told her it was just a good day.
The next four hours went by agonizingly slow. At 4:30pm I noticed Tig walk in and take a seat in the waiting room. Every time I walked by the waiting room or walked in to call some patients, he would catch my eye and wink at me.
At 5pm on the dot, he walked up to me, as I was standing at the nurses desk with Nina, Tracy and Sue, other nurses that I worked with.
"Ready to go? I'm starving," Tig said. Sue, who wasn't really a fan of SAMCRO, raised her eyebrows at me.
"Huh?" Nina asked me, playing along. She knew what Tig and I were about to do. I could see the twinkle of excitement in her eyes.
"She owes me dinner. We watched the game the other night and the loser has to buy dinner. Well, she lost and I'm collecting. Let's go," Tig said.
"Excuse me, ladies. I have a hungry man to feed. Lord only knows what he'll do if he doesn't get food in the next fifteen minutes," I said, laughing. I turned to Tig. "I just need to head upstairs for a quick second, check in on someone then we can go. Want to tag along?" I asked him.
"Yeah, otherwise one of these lovely ladies might jump me," Tig said, winking at Sue. She rolled her eyes and walked away, muttering something about those 'damn SAMCRO men who thought women were just sex objects'.
I walked around the desk and told Nina I would see her in the morning. She winked at me, knowing full well what Tig and I were going to do. I gave her a smile, took Tig's arm and dragged him to the elevator. I pressed the button and waited for the doors to open. We stepped in and I pressed the number 6.
"Where are we going?" Tig asked.
"Maternity ward," I told him. He just looked at me. "What? I find it fitting to fuck you on the floor where fucking leads to if you're not careful," I told him. Tig chuckled.
"You have a twisted mind, Ashley Teller," he said.
"Look at my family. Do you blame me?" I asked him. The doors opened just then and we walked calmly to the end of one of the hallways. I looked all around me, making sure no one was watching Tig and I as I shoved him into the washroom. I locked the door.
"Alright, strip," I said, turning to look him over. He shook his head.
"You're the woman, you go first," Tig said, folding his arms over his chest.
"That's a little bit sexist, don't you think?" I asked him, kicking off my shoes. I pointed to his shoes.
"I don't give a shit," Tig said as he kicked off his shoes. I leaned back against the door and stuck out my finger, curling it in a 'come here' motion. He didn't need to be told twice. He was on me in just a few steps. He pulled me into a kiss, his hands and my hands roaming each other's bodies. We pulled away long enough take our shirts off before resuming our hot and heavy make out session. Tig grabbed my arms and maneuvered me to the counter. His hands ran down my body where he cupped my bottom and lifted me onto the counter.
His hands slid down my sides and I bucked my hips slightly so he could continue, taking off my pants and my panties with him. I felt my pants drop to the floor. I leaned forward and began to unbuckle his belt and his pants. I yanked them down just far enough to free him. I pulled Tig into a kiss and kept our foreheads touching as he slowly entered me. He ground his hips a little and pumped a few times, getting me use to him.
"Ready?" he asked. It was the same question asked every time, making sure I was good and I gave the same answer every time. A breathless 'yeah'.
We began to move in synch, trying to keep our groans and moans and grunts from getting too loud. Tig held my hips and I had my arms wrapped around his neck. I placed my mouth close to his ear, and whispered to him everything he was doing right, which was pretty much everything.
His thrusts started getting more urgent, and I tightened around him, getting closer to sweet release. My arms squeezed around his neck tighter as his thrusts quickened. I felt a moan bubbling but there was nothing I could do to stop it. I felt Tig explode inside me and his hips bucked a few more times, slower, which is what I needed to come.
"Aw, fuck, Tig," I growled in his ear. Tig leaned over, panting.
"Wanna go again?" Tig whispered in my ear. I gently slapped his chest.
"Come on, get dressed. I need to find Jax," I told him. Tig pulled out and pulled his pants up. He moved back, giving me room to jump down. I grabbed my pants and panties and pulled them on.
"What do you need to talk to Jax for?" Tig asked, as we both put our shirts back on.
"Found out today that Tara Knowles is back in town," I told him. I turned to look in the mirror, fixing myself up.
"What?" he asked.
"Yeah. I need to warn him. You remember the shit he went through when she left. I really don't feel like him running into her in town somewhere and not be prepared to see her face. Lord only knows what that will do to him," I said. Once I was satisfied with how I looked, I turned to the door.
"Aren't you just the best sister ever?" Tig said with mock enthusiasm.
"Do you want him to go back to the way he was? Because I sure as hell don't. I don't feel like being the one picking up his shit again. I've got enough on my plate with babysitting Wendy every God damn night," I said. I slowly opened the door and peeked out. There was not a soul in sight. I grabbed Tig's arm and pulled him out.
"I think he might be at the club house," Tig said. He reached over and took my hand.
"What the hell are you doing?" I asked him, glancing down at our hands then back at up at him.
"What? I think it would be funny to fuck with their minds," Tig said. I shook my head.
"Let's just get down to the first floor so I can grab my shit and go," I said. The elevator doors opened and there stood two surgeons, heading down to the cafeteria. Tig and I stepped in and I noticed the two surgeons take a step to the right, away from Tig. Tig must have seen it too because he threw his arm around me and pulled me in close.
"So where do you want to go to dinner? Or do you just want to head straight to my place and we can order pizza or something. You know we're going to end up there anyway," Tig said, slightly too loudly. I smacked his chest as the doors opened on the first floor. Tig and I got out and watched as the surgeons scurried away.
"Tig, I work with these people, you just can't do shit like that," I admonished him.
"So? Their surgeons. You work in the ER. Difference," he said.
"Hospital. No difference," I said, pointing around me. I shook my head and walked into the lounge.
"You mad at me?" Tig asked, following me into the lounge. I opened my mouth, to tell him he couldn't be in here but I figured he'd just make some snarky comment anyway.
"No. It was pretty funny. But for someone who wants it to be on the down low, you sure are doing a lot to get us busted," I said. I sat down, taking my white sneakers off, and placing my converse on my feet.
"I'm just trying to have a little fun, that's all," Tig said. I shook my head, grabbed my purse, closed my locker door and turned to him.
"Fine. You want to have a little fun?" I asked him. I walked over to him and took his hand in mine. I intertwined my fingers with his. I smiled at Tig and we walked out of the lounge together. As we walked out of the hospital together, I noticed a few of the nurses pointing and staring at us. Tig looked at the floor, trying hard to not laugh. The moment we were outside, I smacked his arm.
"Happy now? You've got the Saint Thomas rumor mill going. By tomorrow morning, we'll be married with a few kids," I told him.
"Then in two days, we'll be divorced. That's how they work. Besides, if anyone says anything, just tell them we were just goofing off. We're just good friends. Fuck, I've known you since you were a kid," Tig said. We stopped beside my car and I noticed his bike was parked right beside my car. He turned me to face him, continuing to hold onto my hand.
"Where are you going?" I asked him.
"Club house. I'll follow you, okay?" he asked me. I nodded.
"Yeah sure," I said. Tig gave me a small smile. He leaned down and kissed me.
"Can't do that at the club house," he whispered against my lips.
"No we can't, not unless you want to go toe to toe with my brother," I said.
"Speaking of which, he's still pissed," Tig said.
"About the whole handcuffed Wendy thing?" I asked, feigning stupidity.
"Yeah, which I have to add was pretty brilliant. Everyone else thought it was hilarious and were laughing about it. Jax, not so much," Tig said.
"Well, I'll deal with my hormonal brother. Fuck, he's worse than a 15 year old girl," I muttered as I opened my car door. Tig chuckled. He placed his helmet on and watched as I got in my car, started it, pulled out of the parking space.
This morning, I had popped Christina Aguilera's Stripped CD into the CD player in my car. I had hit the shuffle button. The song Get Mine, Get Yours came on and I started to laugh. It was about having a friends with benefit situation.
"Very funny, Christina, very funny," I said, shaking my head and singing along to the song.
