Chapter Thirteen: Let It Happen
"Eliza," I rolled over in my sleep, trying to shut out the wake-up call, "Eliza, baby, wake up!"
"Not today, Gemma..." I mumbled. For a moment I was sixteen again and not wanting to go to school that day, and Gemma was the Mom trying to coax me to listen to her.
"Eliza, get up, there's shit to do!" Well, that was a little odd. "Hey!" Gemma yanked the covers off of me and I awoke with a start, exposed to the slightly chilly air of the clubhouse room. Gemma was standing over me, looking strained. Yawning, I sat up.
"What's going on?"
"The President and VP from Washington, Nevada and Utah will be here tomorrow. We have prep work," She informed me. I sat up straighter, rubbing my eyes and looking at the digital clock on the nightstand: 01:37am.
"What's happened?"
"The Mayans tried to assassinate your father last night. They've formed some kind of alliance with the Nords." I was immediately on my feet at this news. What the hell? Last I heard, Clay and Tig were just off to a bar for some sort of business… Tig…
"Are they okay? Dad? Tig?" I asked, clutching Gemma's arm. Her annoyed expression softened a little as she saw the genuine concern I had for the pair in my eyes.
"They're fine. The Irishman took the bullets for Clay- he's being patched up in the ambulance right now by Chibs. Jax has gone to talk to Tara about more medical supply shit but he hasn't come back yet." I nodded, trying to clear my head.
"The Mayans and Nords… Alvarez and Darby… shit!" I cursed.
"Shit's right," Tig's soft voice came from the doorway, which Gemma had left wide open.
"You okay?" I asked, even though Gemma had already said he was. He nodded seriously.
"Yeah, I'm good. You?" I nodded back. We stood and looked at each other for a minute, and for once I didn't blush when I saw his bright blue eyes look me over in the tank top and shorts I'd fallen asleep in.
"We gotta make sure this place is set up for a full house- enough food and booze," Gemma said, prodding me back to reality. I broke my gaze at Tig to look at her and nod.
"Yeah I'll- I'll just change," I plucked at the hem of the tank top, feeling self-conscious. Gemma smirked.
"And upset Tigger like that?" She said. I glanced at Tig, who ripped his eyes away from my body and up to my face. He made a motioning with his hand and disappeared in the direction of the room he was occupying. I began digging around for clothes, while Gemma went over and shut the door.
"Have you been there yet?" She asked me quietly, walking over to where I was rifling through draws for clean clothes.
"Dad nearly gets killed and you're still more interested in my non-existent love life," I scoffed.
"I've been someone's old lady since I was eighteen- I'm entitled to live vicariously through my daughter," Gemma said teasingly. I sighed.
"No, nothing's happened between Tig and I," I lied. I didn't feel up to admitting the kiss or any of the other countless little moments between myself and the curly-haired biker. Gemma didn't say anything else, she just watched me as I threw a pair of jeans and a sweater onto the bed from across the room. That silence always got me to crack. "Jax is getting suspicious."
"Well, Tig isn't famed for his subtlety. He hangs around you like a fly to shit."
"We're friends," I shrugged.
"Eliza, please, for a minute, remember that this is me you're talking to." I looked down at my feet.
"Gemma, I don't know what to tell you."
"Honey, you and Tig are reminding me of how it was with me and Clay. My advice? If it's gonna happen, let it happen, before all this tension between you fucks the club up."
I was close to dropping like a fly by the time the sun came up. I'd spent all the wee hours in the kitchen at Gemma's, with her and Luann, preparing food for all the out of town bikers that'd be coming in. It was always a big deal when members from other charters came down- both because it always meant serious shit was going down with the club and also because big get togethers tended to lead to big parties.
Jax hadn't come back from going to see Tara about getting surgical supplies. They were needed for the Irishman who'd been shot in the ass saving Clay. Gemma was worrying constantly throughout the night, which had me on edge too. I was sure that Jax was fine- something told me that if the Mayans or Nords had managed to do anything to him we'd hear about it straight away because it sent a message. Still, shortly after sunrise, I was relieved to be able to leave.
"I'll take some of this back to the clubhouse," I indicated the multitude of dishes around me.
"Be careful on your way," Luann said, hugging me. She looked as tired as I felt; I was thanking god I didn't have to work.
"If you hear from Jax let me know," I said exhaustedly to Gemma, who nodded and hugged me too.
"We won't be far behind you," She promised. So I loaded a few dishes into my car and headed on back to the clubhouse. To be honest, all I could think about was diving into bed and finally getting some blessed sleep, but of course I realised as soon as I parked up that I had shit to do in the clubhouse too. For a start, we were expecting a liquor delivery which had been hastily set up by Gemma using Bobby's contacts the previous night. I checked the time on my phone as I headed into the clubhouse and saw that it was only an hour until that was due to arrive, and by that time there'd undoubtedly be other shit too. Sighing, I decided the best I could do for now was to head in and take a shower to rejuvenate.
Passing Tig's room, I realised the door was open. Hesitating, I looked inside and saw he was sat up, fully dressed on the edge of his bed.
"Hey," I greeted him softly, and he started and looked around.
"Hey," He responded just as lightly, getting to his feet, "Everything ready?"
"Near enough," I replied, "Got that delivery coming soon." I stepped into his room. I'd never actually been in there before. Like all the other clubhouse dorm rooms, it was wood panelled and contained a bed, a dresser and a few other basic furniture items. Tig had decorated it in his own style with posters of old Harley's, a couple of naked chicks and a few assorted trinkets scattered across the surfaces. He was watching me take the sight in.
"You look tired, Kitten. Did you get any sleep?" I shook my head.
"Less than an hour," I answered honestly, laughing.
"Go get some rest. I can take that delivery," Tig offered. He had crossed the room seemingly without meaning to and suddenly we were standing right in front of each other. His blue eyes moved across my face.
"No, it's okay," I said firmly, "But thank you."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, I'll nap in the afternoon." He smiled and rubbed the top of my arm. Something was bothering me though, a question that I'd never realised I needed to ask until I'd spoken to Gemma and she'd said about the tension between us potentially becoming a problem for the club.
"Tig," I said, "You know..." I trailed off, looking at him. He seemed to have zoned out into some kind of trance, and he was absently fiddling with a lock of my hair. Did I really want to have the deep meaningfuls right now, with this man?
"Hmm?" He hummed inquisitively. His eyes had come back into focus, and I noticed he'd taken another step closer to me. My voice died in my throat when he looked at me like that; it was almost a look of curiosity, but the corner of his mouth curved upwards in a small smile. Remembering what Gemma had said, I reached with a tentative hand up to his face, pushing some of his dark curls out of the way. Did I just let this happen? Tig moved his hand to the back of my head and, leaning forward, pressed a kiss to my forehead. My eyes fluttered closed and his arms went around me. I hugged him back. It was these moments that most confused me. Tig was dangerous, impulsive, a little insane. He was a hedonist. But with me, he was somebody else. He was gentle and observant and nurturing.
"What were you gonna ask me, Kitten?" He asked quietly in my ear, making me jump. I'd forgotten everything while he held me. Was that normal?
"I was… uh..." I struggled, but he held onto me anyway, "This. Whatever this is," I clarified, "D'you… want it to happen?" It was the first time since our kiss that either of us had really mentioned there being anything between us at all. I expected Tig to pull away but he didn't- he just tightened his grip.
"I know I want you," He admitted almost coyly, "Bad." I felt my stomach bubble excitedly as he said it. I was no naive little girl- I could feel, even now, that he was hard against my thigh, and had known for a while too that he was physically attracted to me. I also knew full well that he knew I wanted him too. But both of us had held back, forming this strange bond of friendship or whatever it was instead. And we'd done that for the same exact reasons: Clay, Jax, the club. But Gemma seemed to think that holding it back might cause more harm than just allowing it to happen. I couldn't even imagine how that could be right. And then there was Donna, thinking there was even more to it than that…
I stepped back, disentangling myself from his embrace, and looked up at him. I was a little afraid but very excited, and nervous too. What I was about to do wasn't really like me but fuck it- you only live once.
"Tig," I said, forcing my voice to sound bold and confident. "Kiss me."
I saw a second of doubt in his eyes but then he did as he was told- and he brought his lips crashing into mine. This kiss didn't begin tentatively as it had the first time, but picked up as if someone had just hit pause briefly on our first kiss. His hands were suddenly everywhere, leaving trails of goosebumps behind. His right arm curled around my waist and yanked me against his body, while his left reached around behind me and slammed the door shut. He shoved me roughly against it pinned me there with his tall body, working his fingers under the sweater I'd thrown on when Gemma'd come to get me, hands finding my tits, always slightly too large in proportion to my frame. His thumbs were rough and calloused as they ran cross my nipples but they didn't stay there for long.
I had reached down between our bodies, aiming for his cock which was pressed through his jeans against my hip, but he grabbed my wrists and forced them over my head. Tig pinned them there with one hand while his mouth wandered down to my throat and across to my ear, his tongue swirling along the edge of it before briefly dipping in. For some reason this had always been a particularly sensitive spot for me and I felt my legs turning to jelly. He smiled at me before letting my arms go, but this time I didn't let my hands wander, instead just running them through his curls. I gave them a sharp tug and he growled. Next thing, Tig bit down on where my neck joined my shoulder. I cried out in pain but then he sucked the place he'd bitten gently, running his tongue across where I knew his teeth marks were. I sighed and he went for the zipper of my jeans, undoing it before yanking the denim and panties beneath down my thighs to around my knees, his hands returning to work on his own belt buckle and flies. His erection sprang forward instantly as I shimmied my jeans the remainder of the way down my legs and then kicked them off. For good measure, Tig removed my sweater too. Now I was naked, while he was fully clothed right before me barring his hard cock. And somehow, the feeling of complete exposure and vulnerability- it did nothing but turn me on more.
Tig leant his forehead against mine, so that only the dazzling blue of his eyes filled my vision.
"Yeah?" He grunted the question.
"Yeah," I practically panted the answer. He'd barely had to touch me but I was soaking wet. I wasn't thinking about anything anymore except for how badly I wanted him.
His hands went to my ass and he lifted. I curled my legs around him and felt him pushing against my entrance. I held on around his neck, breathing in his scent as he slid all the way inside me. He was big, so I needed a moment to adjust. He held still, moving only so he could touch his lips to mine in a gentle kiss. I dug my fingernails into his shoulder blades to let him know I was ready and thus began the race to the finish line.
Our thrusting was violent, uncontrolled, and desperate. Indiscriminate images flashed before me while Tig fucked me against the door: the image of him the first time I'd seen him, pulling up on his Harley; getting sucked off by that girl; the hug he'd given me when he'd come back from Nevada; that hushed, jittery excitement when he'd come up behind me and run his finger up my thigh; the sound of his voice on the phone when I'd called him and he'd told me about the opportunity with Gene…
"Eliza," He moaned in my ear, "I'm gonna cum."
"Me too..." It was there, in the offing. His hand had worked it's way between us somehow and he'd been rubbing my clit at the same time.
"Cum for me, baby," He begged, "Cum for me." He licked my ear again and I let go, feeling myself clenching and unclenching around him, moaning his name, not giving a shit that we were at the clubhouse and at any moment somebody might hear and guess what was going on. A moment later I felt him cum inside me, groaning. Once spent, we were hard pressed to stay in the position we were in. Tig, not withdrawing from me, carried me over to his bed and practically collapsed on top of me. We were both sweaty, out of breath and now I was really and truly exhausted. My vision was swimming as I looked up at the ceiling. Tig rolled off me, his dark curls in his face, and I turned my head to look at him. He gazed back.
"Holy shit," He huffed, "You're hot." It was a bit fucking late for me to be blushing but that didn't stop me. I moved my hand down between my legs and could feel the stickiness there, where he'd been. After a minute, his phone rang. He cursed and grabbed it off the bedside table, flopping back down beside me even as he answered.
"Yeah?" He listened for a second then said, "Okay." He hung up and looked over at me. "Church."
"Big day, huh?" I yawned. As I came down from the sex high, I was starting to realise how very naked I was. Tig looked me over for a second then seemed to realise, too, because he yanked the duvet up, covering me with it. I clutched it gratefully.
"How do I sit down in that room with Clay?" He murmured out loud. Shit. As much as my intentions had been to 'let it happen', now that it had I suddenly remembered very clearly all the reasons I'd been worried about Tig for so long. I reached over and touched his hand. I half-expected him to jerk it away but he didn't. He turned it over and held mine in his for a minute.
"It's not club business," I muttered decisively, suppressing another yawn. My eyes were drooping. He looked over at me quizzically, but then his expression changed.
"Yeah," He agreed, his face set, "You're right." I was asleep before he'd even finished speaking.
Tig's P.O.V.
"Ye alright, Tiggy?" Chibs asked. The club meeting had been somewhat marred by the fact that we still had an Irishman with a soon-to-be very infectious ass wound to deal with, but the plan was in place. Still, my mind was about as far as it could be from the previous nights attempt to kill Clay by the Mayans and Nords and whatever else had gone on. It was on the girl with the dark red hair asleep in my bed right at that very moment.
"Sure," I said. She'd made it clear she wanted to fuck, I pointed out to myself. What was wrong with that? She was a grown woman. Besides, like she said, it wasn't the club's business. That translated as, nobody needed to know. That was fine by me. I wasn't sure how Clay would react but I knew that Jackson would fucking kill me for this.
"Seem distracted," Chibs shrugged, "You've been a bit like that lately."
"Lots of shit going on," I shrugged, trying to play it off.
"Man," Chibs pulled me to one side, away from where Bobby and Happy were nearby, "You and the Little One- Eliza- you hittin' that?" I stared at him. Did he have a fucking sixth sense?
"No," I lied.
"Alright," He didn't look like he believed me, the asshole. "I don't need to tell ye to keep yer mind on the job for the club. But tread carefully with Eliza, anyway. I know she's a smart lass- chip off the old block, really- but she's young. Don't fuck her about, aye?" I stared at him.
"Right," I agreed deftly. He clapped me on the back and left me then, but my head was in a fucking spin.
A/N: I'm not 100% happy with this chapter really, but I'll explain why it suddenly happened. Not only is it a nice parallel to this happening around the same time that Jax killed Kohn and slept with Tara, but I felt there had to be a point when they surrendered, at least physically, and it had to be sudden and it had to be Eliza's decision, with Gemma prompting her into it. I hope you guys think I did alright, anyway. Please let me know in a review. Next chapter soon!