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General trigger warnings for this story: Language, smut, mentions of rape, abuse, drug use/overdose, violence/death.

CHAPTER 10: FORFEIT

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Sydney took a few minutes to catch her breath, smiling in relief when Jax walked over to the table that she was seated at. "You okay there darlin?" He questioned, noticing her heavy breathing and red cheeks.

"Yeah! Just hot in here, ya know." She gave a weak attempt at throwing him off as she fanned her face, focusing all of her energy on trying to calm down.

"Yeah... Sure is." He gave her a discerning look which mirrored that of his mother's. "That was quite the show you put on back there." He smirked.

"Sure was." She chuckled. "I hear that this dart game you guys play around here is no joke... Just tryin to live up to the expectations."

"I think you've done a little more than that." He raised a brow.

"Yeah." She smiled, looking down at the table. "I guess I have." Her cheeks flushed again as she looked back up to catch Tig's icy blue gaze from where he stood at the bar. "I'm gonna go get some air. See you around, VP." She excused herself from the table, squeezing the blonde man's bicep - giving Tig something to look at if he insisted on watching her.

She exited the clubhouse, ridding her body of some of the tension as the cool air instantly soothed her burning face - seeing that the large crowd in the parking lot had cleared with the exception of a few stragglers smoking at the picnic tables.

"Hey, Gem." She greeted as she approached the king and queen at the picnic table that they were sharing "Can I get a smoke?"

"Sure thing, sweetheart." Gemma caught the distressed look across the face of the young girl as she bent down for a light. "You okay?"

"Yeah." Sydney nodded quickly, straightening up. "Just hot, that's all." She exhaled the smoke while she gave a further explanation - knowing that a simple 'yes' or 'no' would not please the matriarch.

"Yeah... I'm sure you are." She raised a brow.

"I woulda thought that you'd be cold after your little dance number." Clay teased with a sarcastic shrug.

"Yeah... One would think." Sydney turned and walked away quickly, trying to hide her embarrassment as the couple giggled behind her before she rounded the side of the clubhouse where nobody was lingering - needing a few minutes to collect herself and catch her racing breath.

Tig walked out of the bar when Sydney didn't return, looking around the compound for the glimpse of light hair that would give her away.

"Hey, Tiggy!" Clay called from the picnic table, pointing around the side of the clubhouse where Sydney had gone.

"Think it's gonna work?" Gemma questioned her husband wearily as they watched the Sergeant stalk around the building.

"Baby, with those two? I can't predict a goddamn thing." He chuckled, throwing his arm around her shoulders and kissing her temple.

Sydney stood against the cold brick wall with her head tilted back and her eyes closed, trying to control her breathing when the familiar scent of whiskey, tobacco, and cologne flooded her airway. She inhaled with a smile, not opening her eyes as the feeling of his breathing on her neck intensified - her adrenaline pumping while she waited for his touch. Her eyes flew open and a whimper escaped her lips when he finally brushed his fingers against her thigh, the cold rings sending a shock up her spine.

"You're becoming easier and easier to surprise, Princess." He taunted.

"Just letting you get ahead, Sergeant." She taunted.

"I don't think you're in a position to be actin tough." He scoffed as he looked between them.

She looked down, becoming painfully aware of the predicament that he had her in with his hand on her thigh as his other arm sat bent against the wall beside her - giving her no clear way out.

Tig moved his arm from the wall, brushing the back of his hand against her chest and over her tattoo before twisting his fingers to tangle in her hair behind her neck - pulling down to expose her throat to him. His lips ghosted over her skin, his tongue trailing over her pulse and up her neck before nibbling on her earlobe, all while gently rubbing her over her panties. His skillful digits gently danced their way up to the waistband, running along the edge of the lace - sending pulsations through her body which almost had her arousal almost reaching its boiling point. He slowly slid his hand into the dainty barrier, swirling her clit lazily with his fingertips - the long awaited movements earning a shaky gasp from her pouty lips.

"Knew I'd get you moaning for me again, pussycat." He gloated with a cocky grin.

Sydney cursed herself for letting it slip, but she couldn't handle it anymore - everything Gemma and Clay had said to her had mixed with the burning desire for him that she couldn't seem to extinguish. Her hand flew to the back of his head, gripping his dark curls and pulling him to her lips where she kissed him aggressively, their teeth clashing in the heat of the moment. Her free hand got to work on his belt buckle, brushing against his wrist while his hand marinated in the heat between her legs before he removed it, grabbing her wrist and pinning it against the wall behind her - stopping her efforts. She pulled away and looked up at him questioningly when he put a stop to the exhibitionism - something that she thought he would've been excited about.

"You done playing games?" He danced around the real question with a husk in his voice and a sternness on his face.

She peered up into his crystal clear eyes through her dark eyelashes, unable to make herself say the foreign words. After a few moments of stoney silence, she felt her other hand being ripped from the softness of his hair before joining the other in his tight grip against the rough brick wall behind her. Once she was secured in place, he used his free hand to yank her hair back, forcing her to look into his eyes.

All of her efforts went down the drain - the brute force turning her on so intensely that she didn't even remember what the right answer was. "Fuck me, Tiggy." She begged, panting as waves of heat rushed over her body.

"So I can fuck this pussy like it's mine, huh?" He scoffed, looking her up and down. "Nah, I don't think I will." Venom laced his tone as he continued to rake over her form animalistically. "I think I'll leave you here, dripping for me - so that every time you move, you won't forget who you belong to." If she wasn't done playing games, then neither was he.

Sydney's face fell when he revealed his plot. It made sense to her now - the teasing, making sure she knew who was really in charge. She didn't let up on her stare, if anything it only hardened as he challenged her further by denying her what she wanted most, biting her lip in contemplation as he let go of her wrists and pushed off of the wall, waltzing back inside.

She let out a heavy sigh once he rounded the building, not realizing what a restraint she'd put on her breathing while he'd been towering over her. She groaned, stomping her foot in frustration - wishing that she hadn't wasted that cigarette from Gemma. Admitting defeat would be a first for Sydney, and although she knew it was worth it - she wasn't taking kindly to being checkmated.

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Tig stood on the outskirts of the dance floor chatting up two blondes when Sydney finally walked back into the crowded room. Even with two ready and willing whores standing before him - she was the only woman that he saw. He felt a hand press against his chest, blinking a few times as Cheryl attempted to regain his attention.

"I knew you would come back to me, Tiggy... You always do." She purred.

He grabbed her hand, removing it from his chest and squeezing it reassuringly to divert the relentlessly persistent woman. "Yeah, doll." He smiled politely, his eyes shifting back to the only blonde that he cared to go back to.

Cheryl's face fell in confusion as she turned to follow Tig's gaze, looking for whatever had caught his eye when she felt herself being violently pulled back by her hair - her frail body almost snapping in half. She gasped - her friend catching her before she could hit the ground and helping her steady herself.

"Go get me a beer." She heard the harsh command from the new girl, Sydney Harding - the stupid little slut who thought that she could come in here and turn all of the men away from her, especially her favorite.

Tig's entire demeanor ignited into a roaring flame as he watched the older woman's expression deepen as her skin seemed to melt even further into the hollows of her face, her chest heaving as she went to strike back. He had intended on getting Sydney a little riled up, but a catfight was far more than he could've hoped for.

"No!" Cheryl heard from her friend who grabbed her before she could lunge - determined to wipe the cocky smirk of the face of the bitch who dared to order her around.

Emily Duncan pushed Cheryl back, giving her a look that told her that she was playing with a fire far too hot to handle. "Sorry, Sydney." She nodded to the girl whom she'd learned her place from in Happy's dorm the night before.

"Who the hell does she think she is! She's just like the rest of us! She doesn't tell us what to do-" Cheryl began sneering her deluded account of the facts to Emily who just shook her head and led them toward the bar.

Sydney crossed her arms and smirked, dramatically turned her head towards Tig with a raised brow. "Damn, babe..." His hands gripped her waist, pulling her body against his. "Just when I was about to give up my dream of you fighting over me." He chuckled against her ear.

Sydney let her fingers curl into the dark hair at the nape of his neck, holding him while he nuzzled her soft skin and inhaled the sweet scent that made his face tingle.

Cheryl stomped back over, holding out the Corona that she hadn't bothered to pop the cap off of while looking out the door - refusing to watch as the younger woman dangled her prize in front of her.

Sydney swiped the bottle, bringing it to her mouth where she clamped down on the crimped metal with her teeth - popping the cap off and spitting onto the ground with a clang, getting both Cheryl and Tig's attention as they made inadvertent eye contact before quickly looking away.

An evil smirk was plastered on Sydney's face as she winked at Cheryl, sending her storming out of the clubhouse. "Sack!" She called the prospect over. "Take this." She handed off the unwanted beverage, smirking under Tig's discerning expression.

"You just wanted me all to yourself, didn't ya?" His arm circled her waist completely, pulling her body flush against his.

"Exactly." She stated. "I wanted to make it up to you." She lowered her voice, tilting her lips towards his as they swayed in time with the music while he stared down at her smugly, spurring her on with the challenge. "Please." She begged as her soft voice turned to a pout. "Let me make it up to you." She placed a hand on his chest while she spoke innocently at his lips "I just wanna be a good girl for you, Sergeant." His eyes slipped closed as her plump lips trailed pleasure across his skin - placing butterfly kisses on his neck the way that she knew he wouldn't be able to resist. "Will you let me be your good girl?" She whispered breathily.

God dammit she was good. He nudged her forehead with his, regaining eye contact. "You wanna be my good girl? Show me." He demanded with a smirk - he didn't have a reputation as a sadist for nothing.

"You piece of shit." She bit her lip with a smile as she shook her head in mock-anger. She couldn't help but admire his dedication to her game - the game that for the first time in her life, she was about to forfeit.

"I told you that I wouldn't go easy on you." He growled in her ear.

Sydney took one last look around the room, her eyes landing on Cheryl who was glaring at them from the doorway - giving her the push that she needed as she looked back up into Tig's eyes, her own fluttering nervously as she gave him a soft nod.

"You win."

With that, she curled her hand around the back of his neck, yanking him down to meet her lips furiously, picking up right where they'd left off with no regard for the crowded room as wolf whistles and cheers arose from the people who had been anxiously awaiting their union over the past few weeks.

"God dammit." Jax groaned, shaking his head regrettably.

"What? Had something with her?" Opie questioned his best friend as they watched the scene unfold.

"Nah..." Jax trailed off as Juice approached.

"Come on, pay up." He grinned at his blue eyed brother. Sydney had told him that she would slice his tattoos open if he told anyone about their candid conversation - but she didn't say anything about abusing the knowledge that he'd gained from it. Her admission had made him two hundred dollars richer as he made the rounds to collect his winnings from the bets that he and his brothers had placed on how long it would take for the stubborn pair to finally bow under the pressure.

Tig matched Sydney's aggression, pushing her over to the pool table where he could hold her in place, gripping her hips as he ground his pelvis against her. "Take me." She whimpered into his mouth.

"Here?" The surprise was evident in his voice but not in his movements as he continued assaulting her lips with his own, biting and nipping teasingly.

"I don't care." He pulled away, looking over his shoulder to scan the crowded room where he met the scowl of Happy Lowman - his dark eyes burning into them. He let go of her waist, grabbing her hand and leading her to his room instead - choosing the lesser of two evils in the Tacoma Killer's book.

Sydney grinned wildly as he dragged her down the hallway, stopping in front of his door where he dug into his pockets, frantically searching for his keys. She slipped out of his grip, rounding his tall stature and standing between him and the door where she began unbuttoning her dress with a wicked smile.

Tig temporarily lost focus on the task at hand when she began unrobing, shaking his head and returning to the crowded keyring, jamming the correct one into the lock and shoving the door open where he tossed them onto the floor and flipped on the light. Just as quickly as he'd disappeared from her, he returned - cupping her face in his hands as he brought his lips back down to hers bruisingly, pressing her up against the door which effectively slammed it shut before he ripped her dress open.

Sydney couldn't help but smile when he did exactly what she had predicted, but the feeling of her taunting smile against his lips sent him even further over the edge.

"You gonna be my girl?" He broke away from her to see her looking up at him in his powerful stance through her eyelashes, unable to make herself say the words.

He scoffed, looking away from her with a humorless smile of amusement before swiftly crashing his lips back down on hers, pushing his tongue into her mouth and winding his fingers into her waved locks. He pulled back abruptly, yanking her down to the ground. "On your knees, dollface." He ordered, unbuckling his belt. If she wasn't going to say it, she was going to show it.

Once again, his roughness had Sydney happy to oblige - her thighs instinctively pressing together at the sound of his belt opening for her. She tugged his pants down, taking his boxers with them as his erection sprang free. He looked down at her where she sat, hungry with her big green eyes peering up at him submissively. This had become his favourite look on her: innocent and at his feet. There was something so rewarding being able to dominate such a powerful woman - knowing that she had a soft spot just for him made every cell in his body tingle with excitement.

He stroked her cheek with his thumb affectionately as she took him in her hand, tracing his length with her tongue a few times - effectively using the ring in her mouth to make him shiver. She swirled the tip before finally taking him into her mouth, her tongue massaging the underside as she took his cock further and further into the back of her throat. "Mm... That's it baby, take it all." He cupped her cheeks as he began fucking her face gently, smirking as he increased the force of his thrusts a few times before reverting back to the managable pace he had started.

Sydney let her jaw go slack, letting him hit the back of her throat before she tightened her lips - swallowing around him and making him groan in a pleasured surprise. The tiniest dimples formed in her cheeks as she smiled around his cock deep in her throat, satisfied that she had been able to take him off guard once again.

Tig's lip turned up in frustration when he saw the smug look on her face, launching him over the imaginary line he'd been teetering on. He pushed her off of him, bringing her to her feet with his hands firm around her biceps before pulling her dress off all of the way and spinning her around where he bent her over the bed.

"Stop playing with me." He snarled through gritted teeth, holding her arms behind her back.

Sydney bit her lip as she smiled into the mattress. She felt the grip loosen on her arms but she knew better than to move them from the position he'd placed them, feeling his strong hands roaming over her ass cheeks, squeezing the plush skin before hearing the tearing of fabric. Okay I deserved that - she thought with a grimace.

Tig knew by the heat between her legs that the fear play had only turned her on more, unlike the sweet gestures that he was used to performing for other women - if he wanted to win her over, he had to play by her rules.

"Let's get a few things straight, dollface." He explained calmly as he discarded the tattered lace. "This sweet ass-" His hand came down harshly on her skin, making her gasp in surprise. "Is mine." He told her. "This pretty little pussy..." He mused, appreciation evident in his voice as he smoothed a hand up her back while the other trailed her thigh, swiftly wrapping his fingers around her neck and pulling her up flush against his chest while his other hand lifted her leg and he pushed inside of her harshly. "Is mine." A hiccuped scream left her throat, the vibrations rippling against his palm as he held her head back, staring into her eyes sadistically where he searched for any sign of surrender which she still wasn't giving up.

He threw her back down into the mattress, pinning her to it by her shoulders as he began jackhammering her, hitting those sweet spots with every thrust. "Tell me, beautiful." He coaxed, knowing that he wouldn't get a response. Her mouth didn't tell him what he needed to know, but her pussy did as she clenched tighter and tighter around him with each word that left his mouth. He continued pounding into her, marinating in her moans as he pulled her more and more undone when at the very last moment, he stopped.

Sydney cried out in frustration when the intensely overwhelming pleasure came to a screeching halt, the slow purr of his encouraging voice flooding her ears. "Admit it, baby." Fuck he was good. She started giggling sadistically, earning a slap to her thigh as punishment - eliciting a moan of both pain and pleasure.

Her twisted laugh was like heroin to him, his adrenaline only growing as she deliberately pushed his buttons - challenging him to see how far he would go. He grabbed her hips, yanking her roughly to meet his thrusts, pushing into her hard, fast, and deep as she came up towards him, making her scream as he leaned down, growling into her ear. "Admit it." He demanded against her neck as he began circling her clit with his fingers, gripping her throat again and cutting off her airway completely, determined to break her. "You wanted degrading." He reminded her, the memory of their relationship sparking up making her smile before a punishing thrust and a rush of oxygen from his relenting grip brought her back to reality. "Admit it." He repeated.

"Fuck!" From his breath on her neck, the ferocity in his words, the look in his eye, and his cock deep inside of her - she broke. "Yes, I'm yours." She squealed and whimpered between staggered breaths as he released her throat at the sound of her confession.

Sydney's orgasm began to take shape once again, uninterrupted this time as he slammed into her - fucking her faster while he grinned in satisfaction. "Tiggy..." She begged in desperation as she tried to hold on.

"I'm right here with you, doll." He nodded. "Let go." She exploded instantly at the sound of his soothing command, cumming so hard that she felt like her body was floating.

Tig met his release at the same time - shaking as they both came down from the high. He lifted her from the bed, walking them into the bathroom where he set her down on the counter to get cleaned up. He looked down into her eyes for a few seconds before kissing her softly and wrapping his arms around her, an embrace that she happily returned before he pulled his lips away and rested his forehead against hers. "Be mine, baby." He asked gently. Playtime was over, he needed to be sure that this was what she wanted if he planned on doing it right.

"If you wanted me to be yours, Sergeant, all you had to do was ask." She smiled devilishly, biting his earlobe playfully. He chuckled at her mimicking, but she knew that he needed more. "Tig, I've been yours since the day I got here." She admitted quietly.

He brought a hand up to her face, running a ridged thumb across her cheek. "I know I'm not easy to be with... But-"

"If I was easy to be with, I would've been with someone by now." She didn't let him finish his sentence.

"Yeah, I guess so." He chuckled in appreciation - he was used to being the fucked up one, and the feelings that he had for her made it easy to forget that her demons weren't all that different to his. It was almost humorous - the eternal bachelor and the eternal bachelorette.

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Tig laid in his bed with Sydney on top of him, her back against his chest as she held one of his hands in both of her smaller ones, playing with his rings and running her long nails across the lines on his palm as the early morning hours rolled in. She paid special attention to her favorite ring: the silver cross that he wore on his middle finger while he lazily twirled strands of her messy hair around his fingers.

"Am I your first?" He asked, still unable to believe it.

"The relationship thing was never really my bent." She replied cockily, turning around to meet his eyes as she quoted him back to himself. They shared a laugh before she laid back down, allowing her tone to return to one of seriousness. "You're my first." She confirmed shyly.

"I told you I would be there for the rest of your firsts." She giggled and squeezed his hand, laying in a comfortable silence for a few more minutes as they both waited for the other to fall asleep.

"So you really made out with a woman?" Tig broke the silence with the question that he'd been dying to know the answer to.

Sydney let out a cackle - the amusement in his voice making it painfully obvious that it had not left his mind since she'd mentioned it. "Gettin greedy." She turned around to see that signature glint in his eye.

"How about this - you tell me how it went down, and I'll stop askin questions." He proposed with a suggestive look and that shit-eating Trager grin.

She chuckled slowly, crawling on top of him. "Deal." She lowered her lips to his.

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Songs for this chapter

Under My Skin - Byron Foxx

Get Naked (I Got a Plan) - Britney Spears

Don't Stop the Music - Rihanna

Mine - Bebe Rexha