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General trigger warnings for this story: Language, smut, mentions of rape, abuse, drug use/overdose, violence/death.
CHAPTER 9: DANCING WITH THE DEVIL
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"We should head back, it's been a long day." Tig prompted after a few more minutes of comfortable silence while he and Sydney laid together, listening to the sounds of the night.
Sydney nodded, easing herself up to begin redressing. She giggled as she balled up the remnants of her shredded shirt, chucking it on top of Nord's lifeless body. "What are we gonna do with him?" She nodded while zipping her jacket over her bare torso.
"I'll get Sack to come out and bury him." Tig said matter-of-factly, flipping open his phone and dialling the prospect with the location before they started their drive back.
Sydney leaned her head against the window once they were about halfway back home, the peaceful drive beginning to drift her off as she crashed from all of the adrenaline.
"Tired, doll?" Tig asked as he looked over where she was trying to stay upright, watching her nod lazily. "C'mere." He rubbed her back, gently pulling her down to lay in his lap as he drove.
Sydney giggled softly, happily taking the opportunity to be close to him while he gently stroked her hair with one hand while the other gripped the steering wheel - putting her to sleep in no time.
Tig pulled the truck onto Opie's street, stopping as gently as possible before placing it in park, looking down lovingly at the gorgeous girl sleeping peacefully in his lap. He took his time admiring her while he had the chance - unlike he'd had the previous time that she'd fallen asleep on him - as he ran his fingertips across her cheek, brushing her hair out of her face which made her moan softly as she began to wake. The sound instantly transported him back to the night of the wedding as his dick twitched, needing a second to remind himself that he didn't have to try and hide it this time.
"We're almost home." Sydney heard his soft voice before she began to sit up slowly, taking a deep breath. She dragged her exhausted body out of the truck, stretching when she hit the pavement to try and wake herself up - feeling Tig's hand on the small of her back. "It's okay, I'll drive." She smiled as he guided her to the passenger seat of her car, sinking into the worn leather in her haze.
"Don't fucking touch my seat." She whimpered with a weak smile, half-asleep as Tig climbed into the driver's seat.
Tig froze with his hand on the lever, pulling it away with a chuckle as he contorted his limbs uncomfortably to fit in the small space that the short girl drove in.
Sydney had managed to stay awake on the drive back to her house - given it was a short one - although she had strongly contemplated falling back asleep if it meant that Tig would carry her inside. She staggered up the walkway, unlocking her front door and kicking her shoes off before stumbling down the hall to shut off the lights in the kitchen - still not completely awake when she felt his hands grab her waist lightly.
"I got it, doll - you go up to bed." She nodded, starting up the stairs slowly, hoping that he would return quickly and take the hint to follow rather than lock the door behind him when he left.
Just as she had hoped - Tig was back in no time, following her up the stairs with a guiding hand pressed lightly against her back. She turned on the lamp next to her bed before she started fumbling with the zipper on her jacket, shivering when he quickly took control over and helped her undress.
The surprise of his pure intentions in the tender way that he undressed her woke Sydney right up. She sat down on the edge of her bed once she was left in just her bra and panties, leaning back on her elbows as she widened her eyes innocently as he stood over her - quickly sitting down next to her before the empowering angle caused him to lose control.
"You were good today... Real good." He stroked her arm with his finger. "Good girls deserve to be taken care of." He explained at the request of her inquisitive eyes regarding his actions. Of course he had been talking about helping her, but the way that she sat there; half naked and wide eyed was coaxing the beast in him as his voice turned to a growl.
Sydney watched the switch flip as his eyes glossed over, sending tingles through her body. "Will you take care of me, Tiggy?" She asked in a whisper, taking him from semi to completely hard in a fraction of a second.
"Yes, babygirl." He whispered as he leaned over her completely, attaching his lips to hers as his fingers circled her waist where he swiftly unhooked her bra and gently guided her to lay back.
Sydney shuddered when her back hit the cool silk sheets, a direct contrast to fire that she felt within her as he planted a lingering kiss on her lips before moving his to her skin and dragging them down her body slowly. Once he reached her chest he took a nipple into his mouth - sucking gently while twirling his tongue around the ring, making it hard as a rock before he moved to the other one, all while massaging her through her panties. Once he was satisfied that she was good and worked up, he slid off of the bed to kneel on the floor in front of her - his lips not leaving her body as he gently spread her legs open.
A gasp left Sydney's throat when his teeth grazed her hip bone, giggling when she felt his lips curl up into a smile against her stomach as his facial hair tickled her skin. She felt his hands trail down her legs, grasping a calf as he moved his mouth down her inner thigh and lifted her leg up over his shoulder.
Tig traced the inside of her leg with the tip of his tongue while she giggled and hummed at the tickling of her most sensitive parts before he finally wrapped his arms under her thighs and gripped the waistband of her panties, sliding them down slowly. "What are you doing to me, babygirl?" He said dreamily as his eyes fell on that perfect pussy, dripping wet for him yet again.
Sydney smiled in satisfaction, moaning quietly in response to his praise as he moved his hands to her waist - pulling her closer to where his mouth was waiting. She arched her back up towards him, feeling his tongue just barely touch her clit which was enough to send her entire body into a spasm.
"That feel good, baby?" He taunted.
"Y-yes. More." She whined as her over-sensitive body trembled with need.
Tig dove in properly this time, his tongue working its magic as he alternated between swirling it over her clit and dragging it through her folds. His hands were all over her - his own appreciative humming sending vibrations through her body and bringing her orgasm on quick.
Sydney was completely at his mercy as she arched her back up off of the bed even further - the experience that this man possessed had her moaning, yelping and gasping at every move. She squeezed his head between her thighs as she felt him yanking her over the edge - curling her toes against his back while she convulsed below him as she met her release.
The staggered breathing as she came down from her high was music to Tig's ears - music that he didn't want to stop. He continued his harsh ministrations - overstimulating her highly sensitive bundle of nerves before she worked up enough strength to pull him away weakly by his hair.
Sydney could feel the wet aftermath between her legs as he eased them down off of his shoulders and to the floor before grabbing her waist and lifting her further up the bed - firmly sliding his hands down her sides and around to her ass before dragging them down her legs.
"You're so beautiful, baby. You know that?" She giggled softly under his compliments, biting her lip and leaning into his touch as her cheeks flushed.
Tig trailed his finger tips down the centre of her stomach with a feather-light touch, watching her squirm before he reached her sensitive clit - making her entire upper half jolt upwards again. He chuckled sadistically, loving what he was doing to her as he continued his path downwards until he hit her entrance where he slid a finger into her slowly.
Sydney mashed her lips together at the overwhelming sensation, letting a deep breath go as she moaned while digging her head into the mattress below her until he retracted slowly - but it wasn't long enough for her to catch her breath before he added another and slid right back in as he leaned over her, brushing his thumb over her forehead while he continued his assault between her legs.
Sydney licked at his lips where he hovered over her animalistically, tasting herself on them which earned her a harder thrust of his digits. She fed into the intimacy of the erotic encounter - breathing her moans into his mouth while he fingered her in his perfectly mastered technique. She quickly became a moaning, writhing mess beneath him - and it was the hottest thing that he'd ever experienced.
"That's it, baby." His lips moved to the sensitive spot below her ear, breathing onto her neck. "My good girl." His words sent her tumbling over the edge yet again - this time, all she could see were stars as her eyes rolled back and her body went limp. He slid his fingers out of her slowly, kissing her softly as she came down, but an odd sensation pulsed through his body when his lips met hers - something between the peak of arousal, and the release of an orgasm. He pulled back, the foreign feeling on growing as he saw her splayed out on the bed, marinating in the ecstasy of his touch.
Sydney was still incoherent when he leaned down, wrapping his arms around her waist until she got the hint and wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as he lifted her, placing her into bed and under the covers. God this was so much better sober, she thought ashe turned off the lamp, leaning down to kiss her on the forehead while she struggled to keep her eyes open, the sweet gesture only making her weaker than she already was - if that was even possible. She loved that he babied her - making her feel small in a different way than men usually did; in a way that didn't belittle her or make her feel like she had something to prove.
A pang of sadness radiated through her chest as he walked towards the door - the same sadness that she'd felt the night of the wedding when he'd left the bed - wanting nothing more than for him to stay, but not being able to make herself say the words. But the disappointment quickly turned to excitement when she heard the direction of his footsteps change, rounding the other side of the bed where he stripped down to his boxers and climbing under the covers - snuggling up behind her. The satisfaction was almost enough to trump her high, but he had done an expert job - the effects of which could not easily be snuffed out.
As he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer, she could feel that he was still hard against her ass. She attempted to pull herself from her haze, reaching around to grab his cock before she was stopped by his strong hand on her wrist.
"It's okay, darlin. Go to sleep." He said softly, shaking his head as he wrapped his arm back around her.
"Are you sure, Tiggy?"
"I'm sure." The quickness of his own answer caught him a little off guard. Tig Trager turning down sex? It was the farthest thing from what anyone would expect from him - including himself - but she continued to exceed his expectations in every way possible; pleasing him in ways that he never even knew were possible.
"Promise?" She squeaked nervously.
Tig couldn't help but wonder how she could go from shooting a man mercilessly, to being the purest thing that he'd experienced in decades. If he hadn't been introduced to her dangerous side, he would've been terrified to taint her - but her dynamics demolished that fear, giving him real hope for the first time in his life. He chuckled again, brushing his lips against the crook of her neck. "I promise, babygirl." He pressed a kiss to her warm skin. "Goodnight." He nuzzled against her.
"Night." She choked out as she swooned, squeezing the beautiful arm that was draped over her as her mind drifted away from cloud nine and into a peaceful sleep.
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Sydney awoke the next morning in the exact same position that she'd fallen asleep: with Tig's arm wrapped tightly around her waist. Her eyes fluttered open, regaining control of her senses as she blinked a few times before hearing the soft snoring in her ear when she felt her stomach sink - realizing that the man snuggled up to her in bed was not a figment of her imagination, he was actually there.
Her face tingled as an excited smile spread across it as the memories of the night came back to her - trying to calm her vibrating nerves so not to wake him, but her body betrayed her yet again as she felt him stirring behind her. She froze, clenching every muscle in her body as she tried to stay as still as possible and appear to be asleep when she heard his chuckle. Shit, busted.
Tig moved his limp arm from around her waist up to grab her hand where he laced their fingers - nuzzling her neck as he chuckled again when he felt her hand flinch against his.
"Mornin, doll." His breath sent shivers up her spine, the electricity in her body forcing another grin.
"Morning." She answered quietly, bringing his hand up to her lips as she kissed his fingers gently before glancing at her phone on the nightstand next to her as it lit up with an email notifying her of the items that she'd abandoned in her Fashion Nova shopping cart the day before. Thankfully, her screen showed no new messages or missed calls - something she'd worried would happen after the events of last night.
Just as the thought entered Sydney's mind, Tig's phone started ringing. Of course, she chuckled to herself - giggling a little ore as he groaned and rolled over to grab the old flip-phone out of his discarded jeans, seizing the opportunity to get herself up and into the shower.
Tig proceeded to answer the call but before he could utter a greeting, his mouth fell open as he caught Sydney walking across the room completely naked. His captivated gaze followed her perfect ass until she stopped in the doorway to the bathroom, giving him a cocky smile while she slowly shook her head and started giggling before looking to the floor bashfully and crossing the threshold.
"Yeah. Yeah I'm here, man." He snapped his head back in place as he blinked rapidly - trying to refocus himself.
Sydney stepped into the shower, turning the taps on with a squeak before the water started cascading down her body, effectively soothing her aching muscles - and nerves. She washed her hair quickly, giving herself more time to enjoy the hot water as she closed her eyes and tilted her head back, letting it trickle down her face as she slipped into deep thought - wondering how she could possibly spend a night alone after that.
Tig laid in bed grinning to himself. The last time that he had properly shared a bed with a woman had to have been years ago - and anything recent was due to copious amounts of alcohol. He had never been a 'stay over' kind of guy - but with Sydney, he found himself dreading another lonely night. He sighed, heaving himself out of bed and dressing slowly, but ended up finding himself staring at Sydney from the bathroom door. He gulped, blinking a few times as he tried to snap himself out of it like he had previously down, but as he watched her hands slide down her body, he couldn't help from wishing that they were his...
Sydney heard the toilet flush as the water coating her body went from a soothing warm, to burning hot. Her eyes flew open - ripping her from her peaceful trance as she screeched and jumped back. She pulled open the steam-covered shower door to see Tig standing with one foot on the toilet handle while his hand covered his mouth as he laughed hysterically.
"Have to start evenin out the score somehow, Princess." He held out a towel, still laughing. "Come on, we have church." He motioned for her to get out as she raised her eyebrows in challenge.
She reached to grab the towel, but grabbed his wrist instead - yanking him into the shower where he quickly jumped backwards out of the scalding hot stream after having half of his body soaked.
"Now, you are lucky that I wasn't fully dressed." He scolded as it was her to turn to laugh, turning back to her bedroom where he still had his grey hoodie on the floor.
"Mmm or what?" She mused with a seductive gaze.
"You don't even wanna know, dollface." He growled as he looked her up and down.
"You gonna come in here and tell me that?" She retorted, swaying side to side with her back pressed against the shower tiles and an evil look in her eye.
Tig managed to pull himself from the tempting proposal - knowing that they had to be in church ASAP as he peeled the wet shirt off quickly.
Sydney's eyes widened as she became entranced by his strong body - the first time that she'd really gotten a chance to admire the warm skin and dark chest hair encasing his stature that was pure man. "Yeah... Real lucky." She scoffed, the awe not leaving her tone.
Tig just chuckled and shook his head before he walked out of the bathroom, leaving Sydney to get ready for the day.
Sydney decided to leave her long hair to dry naturally in its mermaidy fashion - doing some quick makeup and getting dressed in a more casual outfit considering her lack of time to get ready: a white concert tee tied into a knot - exposing her midriff and concealing the love bites that littered her chest - distressed denim shorts, and white converse. She'd figured that Tig had made his way to the clubhouse, but as she neared the staircase she could smell freshly brewed coffee coming from the kitchen. Taking a deep breath to calm the flipping in her stomach, she waltzed down the stairs - approaching the end of the hallway where she saw a to-go cup and a cinnamon raisin bagel waiting on the island while Tig leant against the counter, sipping his coffee.
"Wow..." She bit her lip, trying to tone down the grin that was creeping across her face as she looked down to hide the blush as she walked towards the island where she placed her palms onto the cool surface and leaned against them, swaying from side to side gently. "You weren't kidding about taking care of me." She mused, giving him a cocky half-smirk.
"Is that your natural hair?" He squinted as he pointed to the quickly curling blonde locks.
"Yes." She snorted in surprise at his comment. "You aint only one with unruly curls around these here parts anymore, Mr. Trager."
Tig laughed at her sheriff's voice, placing his coffee cup in the sink as she grabbed the breakfast that he'd made her before heading towards the front door.
Sydney was reaching out to the doorknob when she felt a gentle tugging on her hand, turning to see Tig's large ring-covered hand as he stroked his fingers up her arm, slowly reaching up to rest his hands on either side of her head against the door behind her, boxing her in.
"You know, darlin..." His raspy voice filled her ears. "One of these days, I'm gonna stop letting you walk away..." His tone was low with a note of vulnerability rather than the lust that she'd expected. She looked down nervously and giggled, looking back up to meet his deep blue gaze.
"Yeah, Tiggy. I know..."
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The game of cutting each other off and slamming on the brakes was back in full swing as Sydney and Tig slowly and not-so-steadily made their way to the clubhouse. Sydney was approaching a stop sign after successfully getting Tig stuck behind another driver. Thinking that she was in the clear, she sipped her coffee - not expecting him to cross over into oncoming traffic and swerve in front of her, the angry revving of his engine filling her ears as he passed her open window. She quickly moved her cup away from her white shirt, instead dousing the black leather of the passenger seat as she slammed on her brakes.
Tig looked back at her and laughed before she cranked the wheel, pulling into the oncoming lane beside him. "You're detailing my interior for that!" She yelled at him as she blocked traffic without a care - ignoring the angry honking of Sunday morning commuters.
"You think so, Princess?" He scoffed. "Don't play if you can't keep up." His tires spun as he hastily sped away.
Sydney went full throttle when he challenged her, cutting through side streets and alleyways - praying that the shortcut mixed with her high speed would give her the edge. She ripped through the parking lot at TM, her tires screeching to a halt as she pulled into her parking spot - a giant toothy grin on her face as she looked down the line of Harleys in the rearview mirror to see that Tig's was missing.
As Sydney was getting out of the car, Tig pulled onto the compound and she could see the shock on his face from across the lot as he begrudgingly rolled his Dyna into formation.
Half-Sack, Jax, and Chibs had all run out when they'd seen Sydney hurtling through the compound like a mad woman. "What's the matter, darlin?" Jax exclaimed with concern once he reached her, checking her over.
"Nothing?" She replied with furrowed brows, toying with them as she turned and walked away as if this was always how she drove.
The three men shared looks of confusion before they ran after her, catching up right as she was passing Tig who was putting his helmet over his handlebars and actively avoiding her gaze.
"Hey, Sergeant!" She called. "Don't play if you can't keep up." She taunted with an evil smile as she winked, tossing her keys over her shoulder before walking towards the clubhouse. "I want her squeaky clean!"
"Really, brother?" Jax raised his eyebrows and smirked in amusement.
"Hey! I let her win." Tig protested.
"I'm sure ye did." Chibs snorted.
"Yeah, yeah. Get goin on it." Tig shoved the keys to the Dodge into Half-Sacks chest before walking off.
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Juice was walking into the chapel behind Sydney when he noticed that something was off. He stopped, standing with his hands on his hips as he looked her over - trying to place his finger on it.
"What?" Sydney turned around when she heard the footsteps stop behind her to find Juice scowling at her.
"You're way shorter than I remember?" His brows wrinkled in confusion.
"Yeah..." She snorted, looking down at the flat shoes on her feet. "Took your advice on the heels... Don't get used to it." She rolled her eyes.
Once everyone was seated, Sydney noticed another new man at the table sitting next to Bobby with a painfully blank expression - Opie Winston. She'd only seen him at the wedding where strangely she didn't speak to him, but from what she'd gathered, with the way that his wife was - he didn't really speak to anyone.
Tig was the last one in after returning to his dorm to change out of his wet clothes and Sydney didn't miss the knowing look that Clay gave him - looking back to see Jax giving her the same one. She knew that she couldn't hide her bashful smile, so she instead opted for an eye roll.
"Jesus. Matching hickeys yesterday, matching hairstyles today. What's tomorrow?" Juice glancing between Sydney and Tig.
"That coming from the guy who's had a faux hawk since the ninth grade?" Tig countered, Sydney's lips curling up at the clever jab.
Clay chuckled, shaking his head before getting down to business. "Got word from Trammel, our little fiesta last night was a success." He grinned, banging on the table to elicit cheer from his crew while Sydney beamed proudly. "Got most of our AKs back, but no luck on the glocks. We came across an unexpected surprise... Darby's teamed up with Alvarez." He sighed as he delivered the regretful news.
"What?" Juice exclaimed in disbelief.
"He floods Charming with crank, Alvarez takes over our gun business to protect it." Tig explained.
"We sent them a pretty clear message." Clay looked over at Half-Sack to confirm that he had buried the Nord, receiving a nod and giving one in return. "Keep an ear out for word on the street about any of their next moves - including where the rest of our hardware might be. Laroy's gettin impatient." Everyone nodded as Clay reached for the gavel, but he stopped himself. "Sorry about your kid Ope, hope everything is alright." He gave the quiet man a look of exaggerated sympathy.
"Yeah. She is, thanks." Opie nodded curtly.
Sydney could see clear as day that Clay's concern wasn't sincere, and by the cold tone in Opie's voice - it seemed that he could too.
The uneventful church session was concluded by the screeching of chairs against the hardwood flood and the second that Sydney stepped out of the chapel, her eyes were met with the infamous stare of Gemma Teller.
"Hey, stranger." Gemma greeted the little blonde girl with a suggestive tone and a side glance.
"Hey, mom." Sydney giggled.
"I heard the Princess had another successful night..." She raised her brows.
Sydney cocked an eyebrow in response, wondering which success the older woman was referring to as she nodded slowly, turning back to continue cleaning the bar fridge. "But what I didn't hear was Tigger returning back to his dorm last night..." She continued with her back turned. "You know anything about that?" She looked back at Sydney where her face went beet red as her nervous smile returned. "That's what I thought." She smirked.
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After church, Sydney headed home in her freshly cleaned vehicle - not having to work in the office or the bar. She passed out on her couch soon after eating lunch, catching up on some much needed sleep after both the physical and mental toll of the last two days. She awoke to her phone ringing a couple of hours later, coaxing her from her peaceful afternoon snooze.
"Hey, Gem." She blinked a few times, trying to wake herself up as she waited to hear what the Matriarch was calling her for.
"Hey, sweetheart. You wanna come down to the clubhouse tonight? We're havin a little get together to celebrate Ope gettin outta the joint."
"Uh... Sure. But didn't he get out weeks ago?" She scowled.
"Yeah." Gemma scoffed, clearly unsure about their withdrawn member. "But Clay thinks this will help remind him that he has family here too."
"I sure hope so... I'll see you soon. Need me to bring anything?"
"Yeah. A muzzle for your old man. Won't shut up about you." Sydney's entire body twitched when she referred to Tig as her old man, blushing as she thought about what he could possibly be saying. Gemma snickered as if she could see her face through the phone. "I'll explain when you get here, see you soon."
Sydney clutched the phone to her chest after she hung up before realizing that she was alone in her house where she could release some excitement. She screeched, vibrating with excitement as she ran down the hall and up the stairs to get ready.
Her hair had air-dried decently this morning so she pulled it into a low chignon at the side of her head, leaving a few pieces out around the front to frame her face. She redid her makeup to meet the evening standards - a matte brown eye and nude pink lip. She wore a black button down dress that fell mid thigh with a modest neckline - for once - nicely concealing the red and purple hickeys that littered her chest. With the feeling that she would end up in Tig's room tonight - she wanted something that was sure to get his blood pumping, and a dress that he could rip open to reveal a lacey black bra and panty set seemed adequate. She stepped into her usual platform Louboutin's and with a spritz of her signature sweet perfume, she was out the door.
By the time that she arrived it was only just past 8:00 P.M. but the party was in full swing - the compound was packed with bikers, babes, and booze. She felt her senses coming to life as she soaked up the familiar atmosphere that she loved so much, walking over to the fighting ring where Tig and Happy were going at it for the hungry crowd.
"Beer?" She heard someone ask quietly from behind her as a hand reached out, passing her a Corona. She smiled sweetly when she realized that it was Half-Sack, thankful for the much needed distraction as witnessing Tig angry and throwing punches sent a wave through her body which resulted in a heat between her legs.
"Damn, you could take someone's eye out with those." Half-Sack pointed out as she accepted the bottle from him.
She chuckled as he referred to her long, dagger shaped nails - her lips curled up when an idea came to her - grabbing his hand and pulling him closer.
Tig saw Sydney out of the corner of his eye, temporarily losing focus and allowing Happy to get a good hit in on him - the recoil giving him a clear view of her leaning over to kiss the prospect on the cheek.
Half-Sack looked like he could've pissed his pants, and just as Sydney had predicted - Tig took Happy to the ground as he filled with rage. "Hey c'mon! That's no fair!" Half-Sack protested jokingly.
"Eh, Hap deserves it." Sydney chuckled before making her way towards Tig who was towelling off on the sidelines, a croweater fighting for his attention as she tried to patch him up - knowing that he didn't need it.
"Hey, killer." Sydney called to Tig who looked up with a smug smile, quickly looking back down at the ground as the red-head scurried off.
"Hi, doll... Didn't know you were comin tonight." He said nonchalantly while rubbing the back of his neck.
"You aren't happy to see me?" She pouted.
His eyes darted around in search of Half-Sack, turning his attention back to her when he came up empty handed to see her lips curling up from her fake frown as she ran her hands up his heaving chest, staring at him with that evil look in her eye.
"What's the matter, Tigger? Pussycat got your tongue?" A cocky grin formed as she felt him shudder, glancing down to see that he was hard as a rock. She cocked her eyebrows before pulling away, her hands sliding down his chest where he grabbed her wrists firmly, yanking her back towards him.
Sydney watched his demeanour change from a coy and bashful man to a dominant one stalking his prey as he leaned in close to her face with his eyes cold as ice. "You better stop playin games with me." He panted.
She leaned in, her lips not more than an inch from his as she practically spoke into his mouth. "Now, what would be the fun in that?" She flashed a sinister smile.
"I will not go easy on you, dollface." He said through gritted teeth as his grip on her tightened.
Sydney was so turned on that she couldn't form a response as the tingling between her legs got stronger, fighting the urge to strip down right there. She bit her lip instead, looking up into his eyes as hers became hooded with lust.
Tig looked over her expression before snorting. "You keep it up? I won't care what your answer is." He had let her have control for far too long. Now that the sexual frustration was out of his system, he was going to show her who was really in charge.
"Tigger! Let's go!" Bobby yelled from the entrance to the clubhouse, startling Tig as he let up on his grip.
Sydney breathed a sigh of relief for the chance to regain her composure. "People need ya, Sarge." She patted his chest.
"You too, Princess!" Bobby added, draining the colour from her face.
Tig chortled sadistically at her shock. "Looks like I'm not the only one in popular demand." He slapped her ass, startling her again. "Point for me." He winked. "Get goin." His voice was a playful growl as he pointed to the clubhouse, walking past her.
Gemma was sitting at a picnic table having a cigarette while she observed the party - as she usually did - and the look on her face told Sydney that she had seen their entire exchange. The green-eyed woman sighed deeply, sitting at the table and putting her head down in defeat as she shook with humourless laughter.
"Sydney." Gemma said firmly in her notoriously motherly tone, bringing her head snapping straight up. "Just do it. Take the risk. You're both too damn stubborn, one of you needs to have the balls to take the step." She did her best to prompt the younger women - hoping that with her and Clay's combined effort, they could get the pair to crack.
"I guess I'm just... Ugh I don't know." Sydney whined, putting her face in her hands. "I've never had to deal with this, I don't want things to change..."
"Things will change, sweetheart. But you keep going the way you're going? One of you will end up hurt." She told her sincerely. "Trust me, that man doesn't know a lot about relationships either - hell he's probably more terrified than you are. He has hardly known any love in his life." She shook her head in sorrow for one of her closest friends. "If you have feelings for him, you need to tell him."
Sydney didnt respond, keeping her gaze fixed on the peeling paint of the picnic table as she weighed her options - not having expected what was supposed to be a fun night of playing cat and mouse to take such a serious turn.
"Honey, I have known Tigger for decades. Not once have I ever seen him look at anything the way he looks at you, not even that damn bike." Sydney let out a chuckle. "Give him a chance to prove that he has what it takes... Prove to yourself that you have what it takes."
Sydney bit her lip and shook her head, chuckling at Gemma's ability to tell her exactly what she needed to hear. "Okay." She nodded quickly, convincing herself that it was the right move. "Thanks, Gem."
Gemma reached out and grabbed Sydney's hand, giving it a squeeze. "You're welcome, baby." She smiled warmly.
Tig turned around when he approached the bar, realizing that Sydney wasn't behind him. "God dammit." He muttered to himself, craning his neck to look out the doorway where he saw her talking to Gemma - his expression softening. Off the hook this time.
"Hey there, Tiggy." He felt Clay's large hand grip his shoulder. "Got it bad, huh?" The older man nodded out the door, pointing his beer in the direction of the two beautiful women. "You movin in on that?" He narrowed his eyes.
"Guess you could say that..." Tig responded with a weary shrug, unsure of what his President would have to say about a potentially distracting relationship. "Think I should?"
Clay raised an eyebrow. "Think you'd be an idiot not to." He scoffed. "Damn tart gives me a stiffy every time she opens that pretty little mouth."
"Yeah, I know the feelin." Tig laughed with his friend.
"You like her, don't ya?"
Tig felt his body tense instinctively. "She's a sweet piece of ass, man." He pursed his lips, trying to play it off but he faltered - Sydney was the furthest thing from some halfway decent gash to bury himself in.
The white haired man wasn't buying it as he deepened his discerning stare. "Lots of sweet pieces of ass around this place, don't see ya treat em like that... You even let her ride bitch." His glance reminded Tig that he hadn't let anyone ride on the back of his bike since her.
"Thought you always said that pussy was a distraction." Tig countered. He wasn't wrong, Clay had spent years conditioning him to be the perfect right hand - ridding him of distractions like women and children.
"Listen, brother... I think we both know that she ain't just pussy - probably the only gash out there who'd keep you more focused with her than you are without. Get it done before someone else does." He patted his Sergeant on the shoulder before heading outside.
Sydney was met by Clay on her way through the clubhouse, politely nodding to her President in passing. "Princess, can I talk to you for a second?" He nodded towards the bar.
"Of course, boss. What's up?" Sydney followed him over to the less crowded area. She knew that she'd done nothing but exceed Clay's expectations, but something about the man managed to fill her to the brim with anxiety every time he spoke - she masked it of course, no one would ever have had any idea just how terrified she was of him.
"You're doin good here - wanted to tell you myself. I ain't been impressed like that in a long time."
"Thank you." She smiled proudly. "It means a lot. I'm happy here." She truly meant what she said, wanting him to know that.
"I'm glad to hear that, sweetheart... Now you wanna tell me what's really goin on with Tigger?" He switched gears. His tone was playful, but firm enough that Sydney knew his question wasn't a question - it was a demand.
"Save it, Pres. Your old lady already gave me the beat down about it." She snickered and rolled her eyes.
"You don't care about the opinion of your President?"
"Depends what his opinion is..." She challenged with a smirk. "I know that the club comes first." She retreated, giving a curt nod.
"I aint got a problem with it. You're the best thing I've seen happen to that crazy prick... Think he could use an old lady to hold him down. He aint ever had someone that understands the life." He explained. "And I think we both know you can keep up with his uh... Blood lust." He grinned.
"That I can." She smirked, nodding slowly as she processed his words.
"As long as it don't interfere with business, you got my blessing. And I think you would have your old man's too." He added the last bit quietly, knowing that it would be the final push that she needed - whether she knew it or not.
His words took Sydney aback. All of the thoughts that she'd subconsciously blocked out were brought to the surface once her dad was mentioned. She tried her best to ignore the grimness and the guilt, instead thinking about what he would tell her to do: which would be to follow her heart, to allow herself to give what she had to offer.
Clay pulled her into a hug. "He would be proud of you, sweetheart." He nodded.
Sydney squeezed her eyes shut, forcing the tears back into place. "Thanks, Clay... I promise I'll keep him in line." She chuckled, lightening the mood.
"I have no doubt that you will." He winked.
Sydney finally met up with Tig, Bobby, Opie, and Juice who were waiting by the pool table where Half-Sack scurried up carrying a bottle of Jagermiester and 6 shot glasses.
"Okay we're all here, ready?"
"For what?" Sydney scowled.
"Darts." Juice stated.
She snorted, raising an eyebrow in response to how serious the guys seemed about a simple game of darts. "Wow, you boys got me all worked up thinkin that we were playing strip poker." She pouted, seeing a couple of eyes widen.
"Nah, see it's not that simple, sweetheart." Tig sensed her confusion, draping his arm over her shoulders as he began explaining the rules. "You hit a bullseye, you make anyone do anything that you want. You hit the board, you ask a question - 'never have I ever' style. Everyone who has, takes a shot. You miss the board, you do a dare."
Sydney snorted again when she found out that their version of darts was somehow even more juvenile. "Wow... What's next? Spin the bottle or Bloody Mary?" She teased, earning a few snickers but nobody was letting up. "Okay." She put her hands up in surrender. "I'll bite. Who's up first?"
"Bobby!" Tig yelled aggressively before the older man threw the first dart - hitting close to the bullseye and groaning at his near victory so early on.
"Never have I ever..." Half-Sack lined up the shot glasses. "Taken one up the ass." Sydney laughed at Bobby's question as he saved himself from having to take a shot - her eyes widening when Tig and Juice picked up their glasses.
"County... Favour for the club." Juice sighed shamefully.
Sydney nodded with pursed lips in amusement, trying not to laugh. She looked up at Tig and raised an eyebrow, daring to ask for his explanation. "My old man used to rape me." He said nonchalantly - almost humorously - with a shrug.
"It all makes sense..." Juice pondered aloud.
A few more turns were taken; Opie hit a bullseye, daring Half-Sack to go and tell Gemma that she gives him a 'MILF chubby', which didn't go over too well with Clay... Leaving Half-Sack dreading what he would be doing to pay for that later on.
While everyone was paying attention to the poor prospect, Sydney felt Tig's hand trail up the back of her thigh, up under her dress. His daring touch made her shiver, refusing to make eye contact as he pushed her up against the pool table which was unoccupied despite the busy party - serving to block anyone in the open room from seeing what he was doing as he squeezed her ass. She grimaced as his hand made its way around her body, knowing that he was about to bust her as he began rubbing her over her panties where she was already soaking wet from watching him fight.
"Already wet for me, Princess?" She heard the satisfied chuckle in her ear, a fresh shiver tracing it's way up her spine. She bit her lip as her legs started to buckle, grabbing his wrist to try and make him stop unsuccessfully.
"Watching you fight was hot." She leaned her head back to rest on his shoulder, breathing into his neck under his ear, her tongue touching his skin as the words left her lips. She was grasping at straws - figuring that maybe, just maybe, throwing him the bone might give him the satisfaction that he craved enough to stop his assault on her in the middle of the clubhouse, but of course she had been wrong.
He finally removed his hand as Half-Sack made his way back, straightening her dress while she trembled - everything about the way that he moved had her yearning for more.
"You know you guys probably just cost me my rocker, right?" The poor kid whined, shaking his head as he rejoined the circle.
Juice's turn came next, throwing a halfway decent shot but not hitting the target. "Okay, I'll save you." He patted Sydney on the shoulder. "Never have I ever made out with a woman."
Sydney scowled deeply at Juice's naivety, holding his gaze as she reached for her shot glass, his eyes widening as she downed the liquor.
Tig grinned. "See, told ya it was a girlfriend thing." He winked, making a mental note to press her for more information on it later, for scientific reasons - of course.
A couple more darts hit the board and the usual questions came about. On Sydney's turn, she threw off to the right. Saving herself from the alcohol, she questioned: "Never have I ever... Had my dick sucked." Her lips curled up slightly as everyone took their shots except Half-Sack. He looked so embarrassed but she couldn't help but laugh, grabbing his shoulder and massaging it lightly.
"Don't worry, Kippy. I'll be your wing-woman." She winked.
It was Bobby's turn again - he was pretty drunk now and ended up just barely hitting the board, looking right into Sydney's eyes as he spoke. "Never have I ever been fucked against the wall in the clubhouse bathroom."
Sydney didn't break the stare, leaning on her palms on the pool table - not showing any emotion as she stood perfectly still.
"Hey! No cheating!" Juice yelled as he pointed at her accusingly.
Sydney cocked her head in his direction. "It was against the sink... Better luck next time, old man." She winked at Bobby.
The guys stared at her in disbelief, looking to Tig who shrugged in confirmation - taken aback by her clever response.
Juice finally hit a bullseye, daring Sydney to try and lift a gun off of an older man sitting at the bar - sure that she would fail.
"Ah, I see now... This little dart game is initiation." She smirked, nodding as she spoke slowly in realization. "Watch and learn, boys." She shook her head at their ignorance as she walked over to the man at the bar, swinging her hips as she approached. "Hey honey! You havin a good time?" She cooed, pressing her hips against his thigh and fiddling with the lapel of his shirt with her right hand while opening his holster with her left.
"I am now." He bit his lip and nodded approvingly as his eyes slid over her.
"Hey, you want another beer?" She pointed behind him, swiftly snatching the gun as he turned around to look for the imaginary bottle. "Oh my bad, sweetheart, I'm seeing double." She rolled her eyes with an apologetic smile. "She'll help you." She nodded to a brunette who was working the bar, winking as she slowly trailed her fingers down his blue plaid shirt and walked back to her group, gun in hand. "Heads up." She tossed the revolver to Juice quickly who flinched out of his trance and fumbled to catch it.
"I think I'm in love..." Opie dreamily remarked to Tig.
"Yeah... Me too." He answered just as dreamily, not taking his eyes off of Sydney as he patted the tall man on the chest.
Tig gripped Sydney's thigh while Opie lined up his shot, hitting the board with no bullseye this time. She continued to refuse eye contact, but unfortunately her body and her mind weren't on the same page as she continued to quiver under his touch.
"Never have I ever been in love." Opie stated simply, figuring it would be an easy shot for everyone. Half-Sack and Juice stood their ground proudly while Sydney hesitated - building up the courage before she grabbed the shot glass and downed the Jager.
Tig's eyes twinkled as he tried to figure out what it meant. Did she just admit she's in love with me? No... There's no goddamn way... Is there? He didn't know what to think, but he knew that tonight was his chance to find out.
The Sergeant himself was up next, hitting a bullseye. Sydney should've known that a man as lethal as him would do best under pressure, inhaling sharply and closing her eyes - knowing that she would be suffering for this one.
"Okay, Princess... You think you can show us men up - do what we can do." He shrugged. "Why don't you show us somethin that we can't do." He glanced up to the stripper pole where Jessica was dancing in a neon green bikini.
"No way." Sydney protested.
"C'mon, pussycat. You wanted to play strip poker... I'm speedin up the process for ya." He grinned sadistically.
"It's the name of the game, sweetheart." Juice shrugged.
Sydney ran her tongue across her teeth as her expression remained hard - not letting up.
"I'll tell ya what, darlin - I'll give you a shot. You hit a bullseye? I let it slide, as a sign of good faith. But anything else and you're gettin up on that pole."
"Fine." She agreed, ripping his dart out of the board dramatically.
She put one foot in front of the other, closing one eye as she lined up her shot, bending her knee just as she threw the dart, hitting the wall just beside it which earned an uproar of whistling and hollering in victory.
"You don't play fair." Sydney pouted angrily to the curly-haired man who was grinning down at her.
"Too bad. Let's go." Tig growled, motioning to her body.
"Fuck you guys." She spit out and stormed down the hall.
They all chuckled as they watched the little firecracker throw her temper tantrum - something they'd been waiting to see her do. But Tig was left confused. From everything that he had seen of Sydney, he hadn't expected her to crack under their hassling - especially after she had so willingly given out multiple lapdances in front of everybody in the last few weeks. He stood with a creased brow, wondering where the line was when he'd crossed it - realizing that maybe the thought of Sydney being too good to be true had clouded his judgement and somewhere along the way he had overestimated the young girl.
Half-Sack chuckled as he looked down at his phone screen, walking away from the group. "What do you think he's so happy about?" Juice asked the group, watching him saunter off with a goofy smile on his face after he'd spent the last hour sulking.
"Maybe Sydney came through with someone to suck his dick." Bobby suggested with a husky laugh when 'Pornstar Dancing' started playing through the speakers, filling the bar and getting some party goers excited as they moved to the dance floor.
Opie had an angry scowl on his face - deeper than his usual one. "You guys shouldn't fuck around with her like that." He shook his head. Granted, he hadn't seen anything that Sydney had done and he was not on the same level of privy as that of his father - having absolutely no idea what she was capable of.
"Uh... I think she can handle it." Juice said in shock as he watched Sydney walking down the hallway, shaking out her hair and unbuttoning her dress - not taking his eyes off of her while slapping Bobby's shoulder repeatedly, oblivious to the fact that his elder's attention was already on her.
Sydney locked eyes with the men as a smile evil as ever graced her angelic face as she shrugged out of her dress and handed it to Half-Sack who offered her his hand as she stepped onto the podium, thanking her instincts for the matching bra and panty set - even if it wasn't serving the purpose that she had originally intended for it. She shared a smile with Jessica as the two began putting on a show, twisting and stalking around the pole as they ran their hands over each other's bodies as the song picked up. If these boys were going to underestimate her, she was going to teach them a damn lesson.
Tig was wide eyed as he walked over to the podium to watch her. She dropped low, grabbing his hand and dragging it up her leg before slapping it away as she stood back up to continue her dance.
"What the hell!" Gemma exclaimed as she walked over to Opie, Bobby and Juice who were all drooling from afar.
"D-darts" Juice stammered.
Sydney rounded the pole again, stomping her foot right between Tigs fingers on the stage, her lips curling into a cocky smile when he didn't flinch.
Half-Sack waited by the sidestep, holding Sydney's dress as the song ended, willing himself not to look at her and risk a beatdown from the entranced Sergeant - but it wasn't an easy thing to do. Something about the new girl was completely captivating - she wasn't just hot; she was fun and exciting, light and fresh. Everything that you wouldn't expect from somebody in this life.
Sydney walked over to the sidestep and sat down on it, watching Tig stiffly walk over where he looked up at her as she leaned back slightly, slowly spreading her legs in front of him. "You like what you see, Tigger?" She cooed, pressing the sole of her shoe to his stomach, slowly dragging it up his chest, around his neck, allowing the stiletto to come up under his neck as she grazed it horizontally.
Tig was completely captivated, all he could do was nod slowly and try to keep his saliva in his mouth. "Mmm, good." She hummed as she wrapped her foot around the back of his head, pulling him into her crotch slowly before swiftly swinging her foot back around and snapping her legs shut as people watched the exchange in bewilderment, holding out her hand to him. "Help me down, would ya Sarge?"
After he obliged, Sydney made to grab her dress from Half-Sack but Tig quickly ripped it out of his hands, holding it open and helping her shrug back into it. She raised a brow, mouth slightly ajar as she smirked at him, turning to walk away - buttoning her dress back up as she walked over to the pool table.
"Satisfied?" The eyes of the men were all on her exposed cleavage as they nodded, not bothering to even try and hide their gawking. "Good. We should play again sometime." She shrugged and smiled eagerly, walking over to the bar.
"Holy shit!" The croweater behind the bar squealed. Sydney didn't even know the poor girl's name, but she appreciated the compliment anyway. "Girl, you even got my pussy wet with that show."
Sydney chuckled. "Thanks, love. Can you grab me a beer?" She nodded to the fridge full of Coronas.
"Two, on me." Tig stepped in beside her, grabbing the beers from the crow and walking to a secluded table near the entrance of the bar.
The brunette gave Sydney the look as Tig walked away, chuckling and rolling her eyes before getting up to follow him when she stopped, remembering that her perfect performance wouldn't have been possible without her DJ.
"Hey." She nodded to the crow. "My friend over there - the prospect, he helped me tonight and he's never been... Properly taken care of before." She mused. "Do you think you could help him for me?"
"Yeah!" The young brunette nodded eagerly.
Sydney flashed a toothy grin when the crow let her control her as if she was a Son. She watched her walk over to Half-Sack who looked uncomfortable - tossing him a wink across the room where he immediately let her lead him down the hall and to the storage room.
Sydney finally walked over to Tig, sitting on the barstool at the table while he stood leaning against it. But the second that she was comfortably seated, her stool was being grabbed and slammed against the wall.
"Didn't know you could dance like that, darlin." He placed a hand on the wall behind her, getting close to her lips as his free hand went right up her dress, wasting no time.
"There's a lot about me that you don't know, Tiggy." She teased, grunting as she felt him yank her panties to the side and shove two fingers directly into her tight slit with no warm up. She was met with the same hunger in his eyes that she had seen that night in the bathroom: the frustration, the determination. She was terrified but in the best way possible. "You're not playing fair." She choked out as her body slid forward. She wanted to milk this - swallowing her moan and trying her hardest not to give him the satisfaction he craved.
Tig pushed further into her, grabbing her hip with his free hand and using it to press her against the wall. She bit her tongue as the deeper penetration sent a wave of shocking pleasure through her body, the feeling of his hands on her so boldly was enough to have her breaking as she leaned into his lips.
"No. I'm not." He growled, his hand pushing her away when she leaned in to kiss him, pinning her back against the wall. "Nah. You're gonna sit here and look pretty while we have a little chat." He moved his hand to her thigh, holding it in place to keep her from squirming while he pumped his fingers into her roughly. "Got it?" She nodded, her eyes beginning to water from the restraint that she was putting on herself. "Use your words, Princess" He whispered without a trace of softness in his voice. This was about possession.
"Yes."
"Yes what?" He demanded.
Her lips curled up slightly in defiance before a strong wave of pleasure washed over her face, her hand flying to grip his bicep when his thumb clamped down on her clit. "Yes, Sergeant." She bit her lip, trying to maintain eye contact to the best of her abilities - occasionally losing control when her eyes would involuntarily roll back or squeeze shut. But a switch flipped in her once the pet name escaped her lips, all the events of the night connecting in her brain - the epiphany allowing her to regain some control of her body this time, not just her mind. "You love this shit, don't you?" She sneered low, leaning close to his face as his body stiffened. Her hands moved to grip his shoulders, looking deep into his eyes with a fiery stare that almost scared him. Instead of letting his fingers control her movements, she began rolling her hips to meet the thrusts of his digits. The sly grin didn't fade from his face, but the lusty realization in his eyes gave his shock away.
"I see right through you." She taunted. "You wish that you could be possessive, angry - hide away what's yours. But you're just as sick as I am. You love that everyone got to look at me like that, got to see your marks on me." She moaned for dramatic effect as she rode his fingers, feeling him twitch at the sound. "Knowing that you're the only one who gets to fuck me." Her breathy words were hot on his skin.
He growled terrifyingly low, his blue eyes darkening significantly before taking control of her body yet again, curling his fingers against that sweet little spot that drove her crazy - quickly making her realize that he had onlylet her have temporary control.
"Yeah, I do." He confirmed easily. "You ain't so innocent either, dollface... You've been thinkin about this for weeks - me touching you, runnin around here like a damn tease, toying with me like a little brat when I know how much you love sitting here with my hands on you. You can lie to me all you want, but your pussy can't."
"You love that I'm your naughty little girl." She scoffed cockily.
He cocked his head to the side, massaging her g-spot even faster. "You remember when I told you that good girls get taken care of?"
"Y-yes Sergea-nt." She struggled with the words, finally managing to breathe them out.
"Well, bad girls get punished." He growled, ripping his fingers out of her and snapping her legs shut before walking away, leaving her high and wet.
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No Coronavirus pun intended :/ All the offense intended Juice (sorry not sorry)
Songs for this chapter
Acquainted - The Weeknd
Pornstar Dancing - My Darkest Days
How Dat Sound - Trey Songz (ft. 2 Chainz & Yo Gotti)