Chapter 10-Sons of Anarchy
His hands cupped my face, tilting my head back slightly as his lips came crashing down on mine. His wet tongue traced the seam of my lips, silently begging for entry, and I didn't hesitate to allow him in. My heart started racing, and my mind spun. I had imagined this moment before, but I had no idea it would feel this good. Chibs' hand rose, entangling itself in my hair, and he pushed up against me, backing me into the brick wall.
While his hand protected the back of my head from the brickwork, his other hand dropped to my thigh, curling around it. I moaned at the feeling of his rough hand gripping me behind my knee, hooking it around his hip. My hands slipped through his hair, tugging at the ends to pull him closer. He tasted better than I had imagined, spicy and masculine, and it had me wanting more.
Our tongues tangled urgently, the need for skin-on-skin contact becoming almost overwhelming. Chibs' hand dropped from behind my head to wrap around my other leg, pulling it up around his hip so that he was supporting me. A moan ripped from my throat as he pushed me harder up against the wall, grinding himself into my core. I groaned at the feeling of the very clear effect that I was having on him. His hands pushed my dress up, revealing my ass, and his hands gripped the newly revealed flesh, kneading it.
"Chibs," I managed to gasp, breathless, as he nipped at my lower lip, then kissed a burning trail down my neck. I gasped again, my body arching towards his, as his teeth sunk into my neck, pleasure and pain flooding my body. Chibs' tongue darted out, soothing my neck, and he moved down my neck to my collarbone, biting and licking as he went.
My hands drifted down from around his neck to slide under his shirt. I softly raked my nails across his tensed stomach, muscles under smooth skin rippling. He pulled back from my neck at that moment, resting his forehead against mine. Chibs' eyes were dark, looking black in the absence of the light, but there was an almost animalistic look in them.
His head ducked down again to devour my lips hungrily. I moaned into his hot mouth, one hand dropping from his stomach to cup the bulge that was pushing against the front of his jeans. He groaned into my mouth, a shudder running through his body.
"Ava," he groaned again, as I massaged his length through his jeans, alternating from feather-light to squeezing. His groan set a chill up my spine, the combination of his accent and how husky his voice had become melting me from the inside out. A sudden whimper ripped from my throat as his fingers gently trailed over my panties, teasing me.
"Hey Ava?" a sudden voice called out, slightly audible over the loud music. We both froze, Chibs setting me down on my feet slowly.
"Ava?" the voice called out again, closer and louder this time. I quickly adjusted my dress and hair, casting one last longing look at Chibs, before stepping out from behind the clubhouse. Juice was heading towards me, obviously looking for me.
"What's up?" I said, still slightly breathless from what had just happened. He either didn't notice it or ignored it.
"We got a present for you," he explained, gesturing over to the main part of the parking lot. "Clay figured it was a good time to show you." I nodded, following him back to the party, trying to calm down. Every nerve ending was on fire still.
"There she is!" Clay roared, as I walked up to him. There was something large behind him, covered with a black tarp. I blushed slightly as he pulled me in next to me, and everyone's attention turned to us. My brother and the rest of the Tacoma crew were off to the side, and I noticed that Chibs had joined the rest of the Charming Sons standing next to us. I blushed even harder as memories of what had just happened flew through my mind again.
"So we were all putting our heads together about a week ago, racking our brains about what to get you for your birthday, when surprisingly, Juice came up with a perfect idea. I know you need one, that you used to have one, and that you would definitely want another one. So I figured, why the fuck not." At that point, he nodded to Jax and Opie, who were standing next to the black tarp, and they grabbed it together, and pulled it off.
My jaw dropped, almost hitting the ground, as I saw what was underneath it. It was a 2003 Harley Davidson Dyna Super Glide. It was all black, except for the chrome pipes. It was quite possibly the most badass thing I had ever seen. It had been altered slightly, with drag bars, was computer programmed to help it run better, and had a spot to plug my iPod in (Which I figured was Juice's idea, seeing as his bike had the same thing).
I was still speechless as I walked around it, admiring it from all angles. I was stunned that the club had gotten it for me; I had figured that I was going to have to work my ass off for another 6-9 months before I could even think about buying a new bike, but here one was.
"I don't even know what to say," I mumbled as I threw my arms around Clay.
"It's ok Avery, you don't need to say anything," he said, before releasing me, and I went to embrace each of the Sons.
"If I hadn't drunk so much alcohol and wasn't wearing a short ass dress, I would say 'Fuck it; let's go for a ride right now.' But I guess I'm going to have to wait," I sighed, looking lovingly at the bike. Everyone laughed at my comment, before scattering, each person going back to what they were doing before Clay's announcement.
"Well it'll be here for you in the morning," Clay chuckled, handing me the key. I smiled, thanking him again, before heading inside to put the keys away. Tossing the key down on my bedside table, I sat down on the edge of my bed. I can't believe everything that has happened in the last few months. What started out so horribly, with Bolt's death, had gotten better over the last few months. Tacoma was still hunting the killer down, and even though they hadn't found him yet, I was starting to feel better. But I still had an idea about who did it. I hadn't seen the person in years, yet I still felt like he was hanging over my shoulder like a dark storm cloud. But I still didn't know how to approach Happy and Lorca about it….All I wanted was for it to not rain on my parade…
A sudden knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. Chibs was standing there leaning against the doorframe. I blushed for what felt like the millionth time that night at the look in his eyes. They were still dark, and smoldering. I stood up nervously, our eyes locked together, as he kicked the door shut, locking it, and crossing the room quickly.
Our lips crashed together for the second time that night. I moaned, as his lips massaged mine. I gripped his shirt as our kisses became more urgent, lust quickly rising between us as it had earlier when he had me pinned to a wall. His hands quickly worked on pushing my dress down, until it pooled around my feet. I quickly worked his cut off, setting it down on a chair, before his hands palmed my behind. I pushed my hips into his, grinding against him, causing him to groan deep in his chest.
His lips blazed a hot trail down my neck, before burying his face in my chest, licking and sucking along my breasts. I moaned, heat pooling quickly in the apex of my thighs, before my hands slid under his shirt again. My nails raked along his abs, before grabbing the hem of it, and trying to get it off him. Chibs pulled back for a second, yanking it quickly off, before returning to my neck.
He slowly backed me up until my knees hit the edge of the bed. Gripping me to him, he lifted me up, and tossed me onto the bed. I looked up at him, biting my lower lip at the sight before me. Grabbing my shoes, Chibs tossed them across the room, before settling himself on top of me. Sliding one hand underneath me, he easily undid the snap on my bra, and tossed it across the room to join my shoes.
I let out a throaty moan as he buried his face in my chest again, this time rolling his tongue over my nipple. My hand buried in his hair, trying to keep him in place as pleasure flooded my body. Chibs kissed a trail across my chest, sucking my other nipple into his mouth, and gently biting down. I whimpered again as he slowly traveled down my stomach, kissing and nibbling as he went. His fingers hooked my thong, dragging it down my leg, and adding it to the growing pile of clothes.
He forcefully pulled my thighs open, nipping gently at the newly revealed skin. I couldn't take it anymore; I pushed my hips towards him, hoping that he would get the hint. Pinning my hips down, he dipped his head down. My fingers entangled themselves in the bed sheets as his tongue took the first swipe over my wet heat. Incoherent words left my lips as he slid his tongue up and down my slick flesh up to my clit, licking and sucking the sensitive nub.
My head fell back, as the familiar feeling of an impending orgasm washed over me. It had been a long time since any guy had done this to me; I hadn't realized how much I had missed it until now. My grip on the sheets tightened as he carried on with his assault. I cried out his name as I came, along with a flurry of other curse words. He chuckled as he kissed his way back up to my ear.
"What's so funny?" I asked as I undid his belt buckle, before sliding his jeans down his thighs.
"Ye taste like a cream soda," he chuckled in my ear, before kicking his jeans and black boxer briefs off. Before he could go any further, I reached down and ran my hand along his length, loving the feel of him. He was hot and hard. Chibs groaned before pushing my hand away and pushing the tip of his length into me. I groaned as he pushed completely into me, filling me completely.
"Oh god," I whimpered, my nails raking down his back, causing him to hiss. He plunged into me harder, a growl escaping him as he moved faster and faster. My back arched, wanting to get closer to him with each thrust. His hands left me, grabbing my hands and pinning them above my head. Our groans filled the room, barely audible over the driving rock music from the continuing party. Each of his thrusts pushing me closer and closer to the edge. My body exploded again, shuddering as I climaxed. A groan ripped from his throat as he thrust into me a few more times, then he came with a loud groan.
My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath. Slipping out of me, Chibs collapsed on the bed next to me, pulling me into his chest. My head buried in his neck, while his arms wrapped possessively around me, crushing me to him. We stayed like that for a while, ignoring the party that was still raging on outside.
"Ah fuck, I almost fergot," Chibs mumbled, sliding out from underneath me, pausing to pull his boxer briefs on, then crossing the room to the small pile of presents that I hadn't even noticed. He rooted around for a moment, before coming back to the bed with a small wrapped box in his hand. Picking me up, Chibs pulled the sheets back, and set me under them, before joining me.
"What's that?" I asked him eagerly as he handed me the small box.
"Well, Gemma helped me pick it out, so ah hope ya like it," he rumbled, sliding his arms back around me, and settling me against his chest. I hastily tore the paper off, chucking it across the room, to reveal a square white box. Pulling the lid off, my jaw dropped at what was inside. Nestled on a square of batting, was a black braided leather charm bracelet.
"Do ya like it?" Chibs asked, worry flooding his voice. I spun around, throwing my arms around his neck, and kissing him hard on his lips. He growled in response, his hand roughly entangling itself in my hair, holding me in position. I moaned as he flipped me over again, pinning me down on the bed.