It was an hour into the festivities and Collynn was somewhere between overwhelmed and incredibly curious. In an attempt to keep her cool, she tried to always at least have someone she knew in her periphery. Collynn was never exactly a "party" girl. Did she drink like a normal twentysomething? Absolutely. She just never really did it at a party. Too many witnesses if something goes wrong for her liking.

For the most part, Collynn stuck to the bar where her newer friend was tending. Andy slung drinks expertly and, in her downtime, chatted with Collynn, pointing people out and explaining who to stay away from in general.

She was eternally grateful that Andy didn't mind her hanging around. All of the menfolk had congregated off by themselves to talk shop, so Collynn couldn't even shadow her dad. This was the weirdest "bring your daughter to work" day ever.

She let out a mild huff and took a sip of her rum and Coke that was decidedly more rum than Coke. She was on her third or fourth one and was bored. She had half a mind to go upstairs to check on Maggie. She shrugged the idea off, knowing the mutt would still be passed out on her bed. She was getting to be a little old lady and needed her rest.

The longer she sat at the bar, the further she slipped into intoxication. She hadn't yet begun slurring or talking incessantly, which was her biggest fault when she was drunk, but she was well on her way.

Collynn was glad that she'd at least packed something suitable to wear, even though the black tank was really only going to be an undershirt. It showed the perfect amount of cleavage and hugged her waist perfectly while still being flattering to her belly. She was even more grateful that she packed the pair of jeans that made her ass look the best, while also nipping her waist in further.

Thank you, god, for high waisted jeans. Please let low rise jeans die as an unpleasant memory, never to return again. Amen. It was a frequent prayer muttered internally, but it didn't make it any less true.

She had just finished off her drink and was signaling for Andy to order another when she felt a finger running along her shoulder.

They were tracing her moth tattoo, as she'd felt Trent do a million times. She froze, her mouth going dry before turning her head, getting ready to scream at the person who felt they had the right to touch her. The scream died in her throat when she turned and met the eye of the man who was touching her.

He wasn't a big man. He was a huge man. Collynn always liked to think of herself as a formidable sized human, woman or not, but this guy looked like he could pick her up and eat her for breakfast. She cowered. She had never cowered in her life, but she physically wanted to shrink into a tiny ball and roll under the bar.

He was wearing a grungy wife beater under a kutte that said NOMAD where SAMCRO would have been located on any of the guys she knew. The man's eyes weren't necessarily cold, but he still had yet to speak.

He still hadn't removed his hand from her shoulder, and the alcohol clouding her brain had her opening and closing her mouth like a goldfish unable to speak.

When his finger traced up the wing of the moth that went under the edge of her tank top, her breath hitched in a little bit of fear.

Blessedly, a stern and sharp voice cut in. "Get your grubby fucking hands off my girl, Rusty." Collynn's mouth opened in surprise because it was Andy coming to her rescue.

"Well, I ain't ever seen her around before, Andy. How's I supposed to know she's with you?" He blustered clumsily. Everything clicked for Collynn and she was able to relax a bit. He didn't seem like the cold, axe murdering type, but rather the stupid type. She could deal with stupid. She could definitely deal with stupid.

Even if the alcohol was making her a little stupid, too.

"Because she don't swing that way, big boy. You don't just walk up to a woman and start touchin' her. It's like you nomads don't even know how to act around people." Andy intoned sweetly, grasping Collynn's hand and bringing it to her lips with a smirk.

Oh, she could definitely play along with this, especially if it took her off the table for further advances. "And you know I don't share." There was a bit of menace in her voice, and Collynn felt like she was missing something in the thinly veiled threat being issued.

"Thanks, baby," Collynn cooed, getting to her feet and trying not to sway. Andy chuckled and answered her silent request, meeting her over the top of the bar for a searing kiss. She could feel the eyes on them, especially from the crush of people surrounding the bar. A few wolf whistles were heard in the background, but the pair ignored it.

Andy staked a firm claim on Collynn with one hand at her waist and the other reached to palm one of her ass cheeks, giving it a sharp slap. Collynn leaned back in a daze. If her heart hadn't been in another place, she'd have definitely proposed dragging the woman back to her bed that night.

"Anything for you, darlin'." Andy winked at her and gave the hulking guy, Rusty, a withering stare. He skulked off without another word, shock still written plainly across his face.

~.~

While Collynn's brain had been otherwise occupied with Andy's hand on her ass, she failed to notice a certain Scot leaving in a hurry after seeing the two women locked together.

Chibs had been in the middle of a conversation with Clay and Tig about an upcoming run, absentmindedly "uh-huh"-ing here and there, when he noticed that one of the nomads was hovering over Collynn's shoulder. He stilled imperceptibly when he saw the big fucker start touching her. He also noticed how she tensed up completely as he did. She did not want his attention. Chibs' fists curled at his sides at the same time Tig noticed what had his attention, dropping the conversation to observe the situation closely.

"Fuckin' Rusty." Tig rolled his eyes, knowing that the big man was more of a hopeless moron than a threat. "He's such a fuckin' idiot. She's going to tear him apart."

Chibs grit his teeth together when he saw Collynn flinch away from the nomad. She didn't know that he was harmless, just shite with people, and in that moment, he probably could have killed him. Clay had also begun watching the exchange, although with less interest than Chibs or Tig.

"That's Bobby's girl, right?" He asked and the two men with him nodded, still watching the interaction closely.

Chibs was going to have to start tipping Andy with twenties from here on out, because watching the willowy woman put the bear of a man in his place in defense of his girl was a sight to behold. However, he never could have expected Collynn to half climb across the bar and seal her lips to Andy's, much less watching the other woman grab her round ass possessively.

His mouth dropped open and his cock jumped in his pants. He was stunned, and he liked to think of himself as someone who does not surprise easily. That was not going to be an image he was soon to forget. Ever. She was going to be the death of him.

"Fuck yeah, Kitten. Get some." Tig nearly cackled, putting his fingers in his mouth to let out an ear-splitting whistle at the two women.

Clay threw an elbow and silenced him with a pointed look and attempted to steer Tig back into conversation, giving Chibs a blessed out. He needed air.

~.~

When Collynn sat back down at the bar, she leaned forward, covering her chest with her arms. She knew that her pebbled nipples were on full display, to the point that the two metal barbells that pierced them were showing plainly through her shirt.

Collynn had been with other women before, primarily in high school and college, and had thoroughly enjoyed herself every time. She was a card-carrying queer woman and considered herself pretty open about it. The tough part for her was getting along with the person in the first place, not as much what they were carrying in their pants.

"Sorry about that. Rusty isn't all bad, just has some…rusty…people skills." Andy's cheeks pinkened for the first time she'd seen since meeting the woman.

Collynn giggled at the unintentional pun. "It's okay. Just scared the hell out of me at first. But then I had my knight in shining armor there to rescue me. My heroine." She sighed the last part.

"I hope I didn't make you feel uncomfortable. It's usually just the easiest way to get any of these stupid fuckers to back off. They don't understand 'no,' but they understand 'lesbian.'" Andy shrugged before disappearing for a moment to deliver a beer to a guy a few barstools down from her. Collynn had to take a breath before she tried to turn this entire party into a seminar on sexual harassment and consent.

"Second best kiss I've had all day," Collynn muttered to herself and taking a slug from her glass, knowing no one would hear beneath the pumping music.

For the second time that night, a hand was on her shoulder making her start. This one was heavy and warm, and at least she knew who it belonged to.

"Hey, dad." She turned weakly to him, putting on her best innocent, questioning face.

"What the fuck, Collynn?"

"What?" She asked sweetly.

"How drunk are you?" Bobby's face was red from mortification and irritation. Hearing that his daughter had been making out with the female bartender was not on his list of things to do tonight.

Collynn dropped her act and sighed, downing the rest of the highball glass in front of her. "Clearly still sober enough. A guy hit on me, so Andy helped me make it very clear what team I play on. We took care of it." Her tone low, it brokered no room for argument, and he sighed.

She raised a challenging brow at him, daring him to comment on her methods of handling herself. His jaw pushed forward stubbornly as they stared at each other. She got her bullheadedness from him, so she really didn't know why expected her to cow to him on this.

His resolve broke first, and he blew out a breath that signaled just how many puffs of a joint he'd taken since getting there. "I just don't want you drawing attention to yourself and getting hurt."

She stared at him, incredulity threatening to break into her expression. "You keep telling me I'm safe here. Am I not safe?"

"Of course, you're safe here." Bobby finally conceded and her face softened. "Everyone knows you're my baby girl. I suppose I'm just being overprotective. If you were having a problem, you could have come to me."

Collynn smiled softly, reaching out to gather her dad in a hug. "Thanks, dad. I know I could have, but you know I like handling shit in my own way. No one got hurt, and it's pretty much a lock that I'll be left alone after that."

He hugged her back tightly before leaning on the bar next to her. "Hey, Andy, can I get a whiskey, neat?"

"Sure thing, Bobby!" The woman responded, smiling at him brightly, bringing him a short glass of amber liquid. She raised an eyebrow at Collynn to ask if she'd also like a refill.

"I'll just take a double of the rum, then I think I'm gonna step out and get some air." Collynn smiled sweetly at her, sticking a twenty in the tip pitcher. It was starting to get hot and smokey in the clubhouse. She knew they were having a bonfire around back, so she figured she might be able to take a minute to check it out.

Bobby nodded his acknowledgment, murmuring something that Collynn didn't quite catch, and stepped away from the bar, disappearing into the crowd of people. Collynn pulled a face at his retreating form.

Andy returned with Collynn's own matching glass of amber liquid and Collynn smiled her thanks. Her lips already bordering on numb, she tossed the liquor back in two long swallows, barely feeling the burn in her throat.

Collynn stood, trying to make sure she wasn't swaying on her feet. Once she was confident in her ability to stand, she slowly began pushing her way through the crowd to get to the door that led outside.

It was a clear night out that night, not a single cloud to detract from the night sky. The stars were difficult to make out over the light pollution of the garage and clubhouse, but Collynn sighed when she caught sight of the clear crescent moon hanging in the sky.

The air was crisp and felt fantastic on her heated skin. She hummed with contentment, glad to be out of the smokey, sticky room. She skirted around the side of the building, following the sound of raucous laughter and conversation.

Before she made it to the end of the parking lot, she saw a figure leaning against the building, the glowing end of a cigarette hanging near their mouth. Collynn grinned, realizing it was Chibs. He hadn't noticed her yet, so she just took him in.

He had his back pressed against the building with one of his feet also propped up behind him. His salt and pepper hair had fallen forward on his forehead, and all she wanted to do was push it back. His cheeks hollowed slightly as he took a drag from his cigarette. Before she knew it, she was chewing on her lower lip, completely lost in the fantasy of what she wanted to do to him, should she ever get the chance.

As she approached him, he looked up and his face clouded when he noticed her. His expression was unreadable as she came to stand next to him, almost touching him but not quite. He dropped the wasted cigarette and quashed the last embers with his boot heel.

Before they got the chance to fall into a comfortable silence, Chibs grabbed her hand, pulling her back the way she came with a purpose.

"Hey, what—?" She blurted, her brain slightly hazy.

"Hush, lass." He ground out, and she hushed. They passed the main door to the club, and she realized that he was pulling her toward the stairs that led up to the outdoor entrance to the small rooms above the clubhouse. She had to hurry to keep up with his purposeful strides and struggled to not trip over her own two feet as they raced up the stairs.

"Chibs, why—?" She started once more.

"I said hush." And once again, she hushed. She had no idea what was happening, but she trusted him. Her semi-drunk self would just about follow him anywhere.

Collynn was stunned when he pushed open the door to the room across the hall from the one she was staying in, leading her in and closing and locking the door behind them. She could still hear the bassline from the music downstairs, but it was almost drowned out by the frantic beating of her heart.

He pinned her under a stare for a long moment, making her self-conscious. She brought up her arms to fold across her chest as he approached her. Being far gentler than he had been while practically kidnapping her, he cupped her face in one of his hands.

"Wha' I said earlier still stands, but ya drove me jus' about half crazy down there with yer little stunt." His brogue thickened as he spoke, forcing her to focus on his words closely. Her mind spun trying to take it all in. His close proximity made it hard for her to think.

Chibs continued, sounding almost pained, "This makes me a damned old hypocrite, but ya are driving me mad, woman. Stop me if—"

This time it was Collynn's turn to cut him off. She closed the distance between them, much like she had earlier that day and pressed her lips to his in a punishing kiss. This kiss had no sweetness, it was pure need and hunger. She fisted her hands in the front of his shirt, pulling him as close as she possibly could. They were both careful of her healing nose, intent on not ruining the mood as it had the last time they were in this position.

Their tongues fought for dominance as Chibs walked her backward until the back of her knees hit the edge of a bed. She allowed herself to be pushed down to lie on her back as he pulled away to study her, lying there beneath him.

Typically, she didn't do anything with the lights on. She was a firm believer in darkness during any sexual encounter, but the heat in his eyes as he looked down at her made her squirm in delight. She was still fully clothed but felt like she was laid naked for his perusal.

Chibs breathed deeply as he took her in, lying there for him. Her riotous curls creating a halo around her head while her chest heaved. Her piercing blue eyes pleading with him.

He'd felt such a rush of jealousy and lust when he saw Collynn kiss Andy in the middle of the crowded bar, that he lost control of himself in dragging her up here. He'd been through a flask and a refill of whisky that evening, and his judgement had gone completely out the window.

She sat up for a moment, pulling off her tank top. It took everything he had not to groan out loud. Her ample breasts were spilling out of a dark green lace bra that had a delicious contrast to her pale skin. She leaned back on her elbows, looking up at him and arching a brow as if to issue a challenge.

Not one to back down from a challenge, he slid off his kutte, draping it over a chair near the door, and kicked off his boots. Collynn also toed off her red Converse, letting them fall to the floor as she scooted back further on the bed.

Slowly, he stalked his way up toward her, and he laid hot, open mouth kisses from the waistband of her jeans all the way up to the hollow of her throat. A moan escaped her as she wrapped her arms around him, sliding her hands under his shirt. She needed to feel more of his skin.

Pulling on his shirt, she groused, "Take this fucking thing off."

He chuckled, the sound wrapping itself around her, and sat back on his knees to pull off the long sleeve t-shirt. Before she had much of a chance to take in the sight of him, his body covered hers once again. The skin-to-skin contact made her hiss and press impossibly closer to him. He rose up and placed a knee between her denim clad thighs, leaning down to kiss and nip her collarbone.

Collynn raked her fingernails up his back, letting heady moans escape her. It was official, this man would kill her. The friction from his goatee on the soft skin of her neck nearly drove her crazy. She writhed beneath him, realizing that the leg that was planted between hers would give her some relief. She tested it out, grinding against him, and pleasure washed over her. Regardless of how good it felt, it only left her wanting more.

Once Chibs realized what she was doing, he could have lost it in his pants like a teenager. The thought of her using him almost did him in. She grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled his lips to hers again. Her fingers wove into the hair at the nape of his neck and she tugged gently, earning a gasp from him.

One of his hands moved from its place on the bed and reached to cup her breast, running his thumb over the impossibly hardened peak. Collynn let out a needy moan and arched her back into him. "More!"

"Oh, ya want more, lass?" He roughly pulled the lace cup down on one breast and moving to the other.

"Well, ya are jus' full'a surprises, little lass." He gave her a devilish grin as he ghosted his thumb over the small silver barbell that pierced her rosy nipple. She hissed and jerked, tightening her hands in his hair, causing a growl to creep out of his throat.

"Oh you have no idea." She laughed, but it turned into a throaty moan as he brought his lips to her nipple and flicked it with his tongue. He paid close attention to them, licking, sucking, and nibbling on them alternatively, loving the way she writhed beneath him, panting.

"What d'ya need, love?" He took a break from his ministrations to look at her flushed face. She looked down at him with a nearly pained look on her face.

"You. I need you. I need you to take your fucking pants off." She could barely get the words out. She was still in some kind of shock at how he played her body perfectly.

"Tha' can be arranged, I s'pose." He gave her a cheeky grin and rolled off of her to stand, sliding his jeans down his legs, and stepping out of them gracefully. His cock sprang loose of his jeans almost painfully, straining against the dark gray boxer briefs he wore.

Collynn eyed him hungrily. He was perfect. He wasn't super buff or scrawny, but rather a perfect in between that made her mouth water. He had a dusting of hair on his chest that led to a small amount on his stomach and blended into the small trail that led south. It was like her own personal giant neon arrow pointing to his cock.

She clambered off the bed, attempting to be as smooth as possible, but knowing she failed miserably. With hands shaking with nervous anticipation, she reached behind her to unclasp her bra, letting it fall to the floor.

He seemed incredibly shocked when she knelt before him, her intention made clear. She looked up at him, silently asking his permission.

Chibs leaned down and grasped her face in his hands. "Ya don' have ta do that, love."

She smirked up at him, dredging up what seemed to be the last of her bravado. "Oh, but I want to. You've been torturing me, it's only fair that I get my turn." She nudged him to sit on the bed, so she was kneeling between his open knees.

Biting her lip, she reached for the waistband of his underwear and he helped her by lifting his hips so she could slide them all the way down. Collynn looked up at him from beneath her lashes. She didn't really have any expectations, as she was more of a "size doesn't matter, it's what you do with it" kind of girl, but he was definitely bigger than she was expecting.

His cock wasn't scary porn star huge, but it made her mouth water a little just thinking about having it. It was as hard as steel and nestled into a thatch of trimmed dark hair at the base. She'd have to ask him about that one, as she'd never been with a man who did any kind of manscaping and really didn't expect it from the biker.

It had been a while since she'd done this, and Chibs had picked up on her nervousness. "Lass, you really don' have ta." He crooned softly, running his fingers through her hair.

Leaning forward and ignoring his sweet words, she gave him one lick with the flat of her tongue from base to tip. Her sudden movement surprised him, and his hand flexed in her hair, pulling it tightly. She gasped in pleasure at the small tingle of pain in her scalp and went back to him.

Collynn wrapped her hand around the base and took his swollen head into her mouth. She had forgotten how much she loved giving a blowjob, simultaneously in full control and submissive.

Her hand and mouth moved in tandem, her lips and tongue focused on the head adoringly while her hand distributed smooth, twisting strokes. He tasted slightly musky as she swirled her tongue around him.

She looked up at him and made eye contact. She loved the power she had over him. She'd never seen him out of control, but this was it.

"Fuck." Chibs breathed, sinking both of his hands into her hair, tugging on it again the same way he had before. She let out a loud moan around his cock and it nearly sent him over the edge with the vibration.

"Oh, you like tha', little lass?" He ground out, her speed picking up as he gave her hair another controlled pull. She let out a keening sound and squeezed her thighs together tightly, hoping to gain even the tiniest bit of friction.

"Christ, Collynn, if ya keep goin' like tha', I'm gonna cum in tha' pretty little mouth'a yours." He ground out, really questioning how much longer he'd last like this. He was going through a little bit of a dry spell, and it had been far too long since he'd gotten any sexual attention.

Collynn hummed her approval of the idea, his words sending shockwaves straight to her drenched pussy. She redoubled her efforts, adding her other hand to gently fondle his balls. The low groan that escaped him made her ego swell with triumph.

A few moments later, he tapped her shoulder, trying to warn her in case she wasn't keen on swallowing. Accepting her will, he sank his hands back into her wild curls, which had only been made wilder, and tried to hold on for dear life.

She readied herself when his breathing started coming erratically and swallowed everything he had to give. She continued to stroke him gently while he rode out his climax and he placed his hand on her shoulder. He lifted his hips and slid his boxers back up and motioned for her to straddle his lap.

Collynn was feeling oddly emotional and couldn't put her finger on why exactly. She had been loving the pleasure she was giving him, but couldn't tell why she felt so wrung out and raw. Blessedly, Chibs sensed this shift in her as he pulled her into his lap. She was still wearing her jeans, but their torsos pressed together comfortably. His closeness helped quell the near painful vulnerability.

The alcohol that had left a fog in her brain was dissipating, and she clung to him. The feeling of his chest pressed against hers nearly overwhelmed her as she buried her face in his neck, breathing deeply. She wished she could bottle his scent. Spicy herbals, smoke, and leather.

"Shh, love. Do ya wan' ta tell me what's wrong?" He had a fairly good idea that she was finally letting go of the stranglehold she'd had on her emotions all day, and that she wasn't upset about what they'd done, per se, but that she felt an emotional attachment to him and didn't know what to do with it.

Collynn shook her head against his neck and he wrapped his arms tightly around the young woman. She clung to him as she sorted through her thoughts.

"I wanted to do that, you know that, right?" She murmured into his skin. "I don't know what's going on with me."

"You've been through a lot, lass. I truly meant wha' I said earlier. I wan' you ta think abou' wha' it is ya wan'. I was a hypocrite jus' now, an' I'm sorry for that." He winced, remember how that afternoon he'd tried to convince her to slow down, and then he manhandled her into…well…whatever this was.

"You. I want you." She pulled back to look at him. Her blue eyes met his soft brown ones, and she brought her hands up to cup his face. She leaned in to kiss him sweetly, and he returned it.

"But you're right," she added, "I'm not ready for the full weight of this yet. I thought I was, but I'm not. It would be selfish as hell for me expect you to wait around for me to sort out my shit, so I won't expect that from you."

"I'll be here for whenever ya are, little lass." He held her close, enjoying how she relaxed to mold herself against him. "I'll be righ' here waitin' for ya."