Sorry for the long wait ya'll. I've been sick and while that means more time to write, it also means that I am on these crappy meds that make me feel completely out of my mind. It's like I'm not even me. So I literally spent a month- a MONTH working on this chapter. I hope ya'll enjoy it. WARNING: it is freaking filthy. THIS is why my story is rated M.

On another note, I had my first experience with plagiarism this month. It hurt. I just want to emphasize that Sons Of Anarchy is not my property. I am very grateful to Kurt Sutter and all of the people who created the SOA world. They inspired me and inspired Lexi who it turns out I am deeply attached too.

Four Years Ago.

Lexi giggled as his arm slipped around her waist and he led her across the parking lot at a quick trot. It was still raining but neither of them seemed to care how wet they were getting. She felt free in his arms, freer then she had felt in a very long time. She didn't know his name or much about him. What she did know was that he wouldn't be there in the morning and she'd probably never see him again, and in that there was comfort. As they slipped under the shelter of the second floor he spun her around to face him and pushed her back against the cold metal door. One of his large hands held her waist in place, the other cradled the back of her head protecting it as his mouth came down on hers hard. She rose up on her tiptoes arching her back and pushing her breasts into his hard chest. He bit gently down on her bottom lip and she moaned sweetly into his mouth, her body responding to his every touch. His hand left her waist to open the door and as it opened he pushed her over the threshold and turned her again so that her back was against a cement wall. He kicked the door shut with his foot. Her hands pushed their way up his body dragging his wet shirt up with them to reveal a tan tattooed hard chest. She was a good bit shorter then him and even on her tiptoes he had to help pull the shirt the rest of the way off. She took a second to devour his physique and then leaned in to lick a drop a water from his chest.

Snapping like a rubber band pulled too tight, one masculine hand snaked up to her hair and he took a firm handful pulling her head back so that she was looking him in his dark smoldering eyes. His other hand slipped under the hem of her black sundress and moved tantalizingly over her inner thigh. He watched as her eye lids grew heavy and her lips parted slightly on a gasp. His fingers brushing over lace; he pushed it aside and growled at the warm dampness that met him. He teased her. His fingers brushing over her most sensitive spots his lips ghosting over hers, neither making the solid contact she craved. She arched and moaned softly her lips following his seeking pressure. Her grip on his shoulders became more and more forceful as she had to put more and more effort into holding herself up. His lips gently ghosted over her face to her ear. He took one ear lobe between his teeth and nipped pulling a gasp from her straining chest. He continued his nips growing harder as they trailed her neck, his stroked becoming firmer between her legs. As he reached the crook of her neck he bit down, sinking two fingers deep into her heat. She broke apart clinging to him. He pulled away from her neck his eyes devouring her as she crested with a sharp cry holding herself against him and riding his fingers to completion. He didn't know if he'd ever seen a woman look so wild and lovely before.

As she began to put herself back together she found her mind blissfully empty. The only thought she had was to touch him. She wanted to feel more of him. Nothing else mattered in this moment. She reached her arm around his neck and forcefully pulled him down to kiss him properly. Her tongue tasted him and she lost herself a little more. Her hands left his shoulders and trailed down his chest to his belt. She made quick work of the buckle and zipper and pushed them down boxers and all- his impressive hard on springing free. She dropped to her knees with very little ceremony and sucked him into her mouth her tongue caressing the underside of his shaft. Delicious. "Fuck!" He grunted his large hands framing her face affectionately as she bobbed up and down on his shaft. Most women started blow jobs tentatively, as if they were afraid to hurt him, but she had taken it into her mouth wantonly and was devouring him. He could feel pleasure building low in his belly and struggled to take control. After a few minutes, he reached down scooping her up under her arm pits and dragging her back to her feet. He pushed her back a step, stepping out of his pants and boots. "I am going to fuck you until you break," he growled grabbing the hem of her dress and finally unwrapping this beautiful little gift.

She was short and curvy and tight and perfect- a combination of soft and firm that put sweet butts to shame. Her blonde hair was damp and curling around the tops of her breasts which were lifted and pushed together in a sexy black lace bra that barely covered her rose colored nipples. Her ink was well done and feminine. He didn't take the time to catalogue her tattoos, instead he freed her breasts taking one straining nipple into his mouth. She arched into him presenting her chest to the ministrations of his mouth and pushing her hips against his hard on. His arms were wrapped around her waist pulling her into him- one hand spanning the width of her back the other sliding up her leg to grab her thigh and pull her leg up so that he was cradled in her heat. Her hands were moving over him until she grabbed his face and forced it up. Her blue eyes were blazing as she demanded his attention, "Please," she insisted, "Please I need you." He grunted lifting her and throwing her on the bed. He none to gently pulled her panties down her sun kissed legs, taking a second to run a calloused hand over the large tattoo on her right thigh. She groaned desperately pulling his face down for a kiss. He hooked his hands under her knees and entered her with one quick thrust- burying himself inside of her. They met each other thrust for thrust groaning and growling in pleasure. He was steady and forceful, pushing her to her breaking point and watching her face as his own tension grew. His steady rhythm became faster as she clawed at him and nipped at his neck. He could tell as the bites got harder that she was trying to control herself. "It's ok baby, break for me." She let out an animalistic scream as he felt her walls close around him, her grip tightening and her teeth sinking in a little harder than she probably meant to into his shoulder. With a few more erratic thrusts he too fell apart growling- his hold on her tightening as if she would slip away.

Lexi woke early the next morning, her bed companion still sleeping soundly next to her. She stretched languidly, enjoying the stretch and pull of her exhausted muscles. She reached down gently removing his hand from where it was thrown half hazard over her waist. It had been months since she'd woken with anyone, maybe a year. Part of her wished she could linger and examine his ink more closely, maybe have another taste, but she needed to get home before they sent the search party out for her. She slipped on her bra and her dress and started searching for her panties. After about five minutes she abandoned the search, giggling to herself as she slipped out of the room carrying her boots in her right hand- if he found them maybe they'd make him smile.

Several Months Later…

Lexi had taken the long way to work- buying herself more radio time. She was drumming her hands against the steering wheel and dancing in her seat when she heard the rumble of a motorcycle pull up beside her. She didn't bother to check who it was knowing that it had to be one of the boys. Her suspicions were confirmed when the bike followed her onto the TellerMorrow lot.

Happy followed the hottie in the truck onto the TellerMorrow lot grinning as long legs emerged from the driver's side door. His eyes skimmed the soft golden skin and he groaned to himself in pleasure when they landed on a pair of very familiar red cowboy boots. He remembered those boots vividly. He still thought about that wild night with the no-name girl from Texas. He dismounted and moved toward her as she moved her sunglasses to the top of her head. Her blue eyes growing wide at the sight of him. He shot her one of his rare real smiles and moved to wrap her in his arms. How lucky was he that she'd turn out to be crow eater.

Lexi hopped out of her truck and started to move toward the office, her eyes scanning the lot. They froze on a tall dark heavily tattooed figure moving toward her a huge smile on his face and she lifted her sunglasses in shock. This was the guy- the guy that she'd been fantasizing about late at night when she was alone in bed. This was the guy she'd screwed; the guy she was never supposed to see again- and he was wearing a cut. Shit. Crap. Fuck. As he got closer he reached out to grab her and she instantly stepped back throwing out her hands to stop him. "No, don't touch me!" she hissed quietly her eyes searching everything around her and praying that no one was watching. "What?" He smiled reaching out and grabbing her by the waist and pulling her closer. "No," she hissed, "don't touch me!" Lexi pushed him away as Tig stepped closer.

Tig's arm wrapped around her shoulders and Happy's entire world stopped. Shit, had he banged the Sargent at Arms' old lady? "What's going on here?" asked Tig shooting an angry and calculating look at Happy. Lexi pulled herself together and smiled up at Tig, "turns out you were right Tiggy, these shorts are too short. Your brother here mistook me for a crow eater." Tig laughed, "Lex this is Happy, Happy this is my little sister Lexi." Lexi lifted her chin in acknowledgment praying silently to herself that he would keep his trap shut. Gemma emerged from the office waving Lexi over and she let out a loud breath relieved to flee the scene.