Sydney may not have gotten the white wedding that she'd hoped for, but her first night in the chapel proves to be much more successful as she conquers both the club, and its members.
General trigger warnings for this story: Language, smut, mentions of rape, abuse, drug use/overdose, violence/death, racism/gang activity.
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CHAPTER 6: WHITE CHURCH
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Sydney's last office shift of the week had started bright and early on Friday morning as she sat back and waited for Gemma, watching out the window as the repo truck pulled onto the lot where Tig and Juice jumped out. She giggled as the two men began making their way to the office, watching Tig growl something to the younger man before he ripped a brown paper bag out of his hands. She quickly busied herself with paperwork as they approached the door, attempting to contain the giddy smile that was forming on her face, and the butterflies that were swarming behind her belly button.
"Mornin', beautiful." Tig greeted with a grin as he entered the office. "Brought you breakfast." He presented her with the paper bag that contained a cheese scone and a chocolate brownie from the coffee shop by her house while Juice set her favorite drink - an iced caramel latte - down onto her desk.
Sydney smiled bashfully at Tig, sucking her lip between her teeth before she found herself distracted by Juice standing next to him - completely oblivious as he nodded with a squinty-eyed smile. "Thanks, Juicey Fruit." She smiled. "Busy day?"
"Ye-" But Tig ripped the repo sheet out of Juice's hands before he had time to answer.
"Repos are all done." He handed her the now crumpled list. "Figured we'd get 'em out of the way for ya." He winked.
"Well my, my... If I didn't know any better, I would think that you were tryin' to win me over, Mr. Trager." She teased in a southern accent as she leaned back in her chair, nodding back and forth with a cheeky grin on her face and her necklace between her fingers.
"Oh, baby - I am." He joked back in a growl.
A scowl came to Juice's face as he wondered if the odd pair was acting out purposefully to make him uncomfortable, or if they just genuinely had no regard for the fact that they had an audience - both being viable options. He shook his head, blinking a few times as he made the executive decision to head to the garage and begin getting ready for the day's work ahead.
Tig chuckled as he watched the younger man leave out of discomfort - just as he had hoped, rounding the desk to where she was looking up at him expectantly. "I like seein' my favorite girl happy." He shrugged as he dropped the facade.
"I better be your favorite girl." She nodded smugly as she watched him clam up.
"Only girl I spoil." He smiled as the redness formed across her cheeks as he spoke the words.
"Just showin' you what you're missin', Sergeant. It's a shame that you can't handle me full-time." She tried to keep up her playful expression as she too began to clam up.
"Careful with that ego, Princess - won't be able to fit you on the back of my bike." He chortled.
"Compound ain't big enough for both of our egos... And we both know that your bitch bar's got my name on it now." She winked.
"Yeah, yeah." He groaned. "What time you gettin' off?"
"6:00 P.M."
"Can I watch?" He flashed a dirty grin.
"Oh baby... You can do more than watch." She smirked, leaning back in her chair smugly.
Tig leaned down, placing a hand on one of the armrests. "Like yesterday?" His voice dropped an octave as he hovered over her.
Sydney felt her entire body tense around her quivering thighs. "Yeah... Just like yesterday." She rasped dreamily, twirling a strand of hair as her back arched up towards him.
Tig felt his eyes slowly beginning to fall closed as he inched closer and closer, practically able to taste her as she sat waiting for him - straightening up abruptly when he heard the clacking of Gemma's heels as she entered the office. "M-mornin, Gem." He cleared his throat.
Gemma raised a brow slightly as she slid her sunglasses down her nose. "Uh-huh." She eyed them knowingly. "You're up early." She scoffed. Tig was always the last person on the job, and the first person to leave.
"Had a lot to do before I leave this afternoon..." He tried the poor excuse. "Club business." He added, looking down at Sydney whose forehead had creased.
"Better get to it then." Gemma raised her brow higher, looking between him, and the door to the garage.
"Yeah... Yeah, okay." He nodded, taking off out the door.
Sydney began blushing the second that he left, feeling her cheeks burning as Gemma looked at her with that smug smile. She rolled her eyes, biting her the insides of her cheeks as she tried to keep the bashful grin off of her face - eventually giving in and letting herself laugh with The Matriarch.
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Half-Sack arrived at the clubhouse for his shift in the garage, surprised to see that Tig and Juice were already working. He scowled as he double-checked his watch, sure that he had left early enough to get there on time - but he saw that it wasn't even his start time yet. He pulled on his uniform as he ran up, hoping that he wouldn't catch too much shit for being late - even if he technically wasn't.
"Let's get started on those repos." He panted as he approached, trying to look eager to work in hopes of avoiding some kind of cruel and unusual punishment.
"Already done." Tig stated.
Half-Sack scowled again. Something was going on... There was no way that he was this late - the garage had only been open for a few minutes. Had somebody turned back his watch again?
"Yeah, he insisted on getting them done early so we could stop and get donuts for the Princess." Juice mocked in a high-pitched voice with his hands in the air. "Never pegged you as one to get pussy-whipped." He chuckled as he jostled Tig's shoulders - enjoying every second of being able to aggravate his Sergeant
Half-Sack breathed a sigh of relief once he realized that he wasn't in trouble. "Does that mean that you finally got pussy from her." He joined Juice in the hassling - regretting it the second that Tig's eyes locked on him.
"What was that?" Tig squinted.
"N-nothin', man... Just, y'know... I thought you guys were like... Y'know." He stuttered.
"No, Kippy... I don't know." He took a few steps closer.
"Nah, it's uh... I uh- I don't know either." The prospect almost tripped over his feet as he stumbled backwards.
"That's what I thought." Tig nodded. "You ever even had your dick sucked?" He scoffed at the juvenile who had almost managed to insult him.
"Well... Uh-" He trailed off.
"Yeah, okay." He cut him off, grabbing him by the back of the neck and turning him towards the office window where they could see Sydney sitting at her desk, sipping on her coffee. "Now. You see that shit I got there? She's got everybodyhere pussy-whipped, and they're gettin' a whole lot less from her. You understand what I'm saying?" He reminded the two younger men, turning around with a snarl and walking off towards the first car of the day.
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Sydney had moved to Gemma's desk while the older woman was on lunch break so that she could get a better view as Tig swapped the tires on a lifted Tacoma, trying to keep her jaw from falling open as she watched his arms flex while he carried the heavy wheels across the garage. She had decided over the last few weeks that his arms and hands were just another thing about him that she found to be irresistible. Something about the chunky rings on his thick fingers just turned her on, she swore that she could feel the juices flowing from her pussy every time he touched her with those big, rough, manly hand-
"Sydney." Clay announced from the doorway, startling her out of her fantasies.
Sydney jumped, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment. "What's up, Pres?" She tried to remain as cool, calm, and collected as possible as she cursed herself for appearing vulnerable before her President - the one man that she needed to prove her strength to.
Clay smiled with an eyebrow raised, he knew exactly what she had been thinking about. "Church after work." He told her.
Sydney's eyes lit up, completely forgetting about her moment of embarrassment - she was being asked to her first table meeting. "You got it." She tried to say through her smile - one that he subtly returned before walking off.
Any other day, Sydney probably would've been harder on herself for letting her guard down in front of a superior - she knew how much of a risk Clay was taking with her, and she didn't want to lose her chance to prove herself, but he had been right; these people were quickly becoming her family. She knew that as a woman, she would be held to every act of emotion that she ever displayed, and the last thing that she wanted was for these guys to get the wrong idea in thinking that she was just some damaged gash that Packer had felt bad for. But she also knew that in order to earn her place in SAMCRO, they needed to know that she was human - that she was capable of brotherhood.
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"Good luck, baby" Gemma smiled from the desk as Sydney walked out of the office door and towards the clubhouse after the day shift had ended.
"Thanks, Gem!" Sydney called over her shoulder with a smile - grateful to have the support of The Matriarch on her side. Gemma was the only woman in SOA history to ever make a name for herself among the charters. She could be stone cold - do what needed to be done, but she was also the most loving, nurturing woman that Sydney had ever met. She knew how to hold a man down, keep a home, and provide for a family - blood or not. She was everything that Sydney aspired to be.
The thundering of Sydney's heels was powerful as they pounded against the wooden floor of the bar while she walked to the chapel - more powerful than they had sounded the day before.
"Congrats, Syd." She heard Half-Sack mutter quietly from outside the chapel, stopping her strut where she pulled him into a hug that took him extremely off guard.
"Thanks, Kip" She pulled away, smiling widely at him before linking her arm in his and pulling him into the chapel with her. The guys gave him such a hard time - hell, she did too - but he was a sweet kid with a pure heart that was full of loyalty.
When they entered the room, Sydney caught Happy's knowing smirk from where he stood by the door. She smirked back, standing still for a few seconds before she gave into the excitement - jumping into his arms where she giggled at the slight groan that came from him as he stumbled back. She had been waiting years for this moment, and Happy was the only living person who knew how much it truly meant to her.
She chose a seat towards the end of the table between Chibs and Happy, only realizing then that Tig was missing from the circle. She couldn't deny the pang of disappointment that she felt - she'd wanted him to see her in action at her first meeting. But her bitterness was pushed to the back burner as the guys continued to file in - each congratulating her with a pat on the back or a kiss on the cheek. She basked in the glory of their validation, taking in her surroundings before the light tap of the gavel refocused everyone's attention.
"Alright, that's enough. Let's get down to business." Clay lit a cigar. "First things first, I wanna welcome you to our table, Princess." He raised his cigar - the guys doing the same with their items of choice whilst one hand pounded the table as they cheered. "Your Godfather says that you'll be of good use to us, it's time you start proving that." Sydney nodded, thankful that the unexpected situation with Tig hadn't seemed to have jeopardized her position thus far. "Now, we gotta get you up to speed on what exactly what we're dealin' with here."
"Running guns?" She responded in the sweetest, most innocent voice that she could muster up, Clay's attention shooting directly to her when the wave of surprise hit the table. "I'm observant." She began before he could protest. "Figured I would have to find out what my purpose is around here, somehow." Her tone and accompanying smirk were just the right amount of cocky. "Your operation's secure, I'll give you that; calls made on prepays, drops never consistent, police in multiple counties on your payroll - impressive. Deep ties with the IRA - I'm guessing we can thank you for that, Scotty." She winked at Chibs, who winked back. "But I'm assuming that your problems are coming from your newly nonexistent storage facility and stolen merchandise... I'm also assuming that said facility was torched by someone you won't sell to, or someone who wants the business for themselves: Mayans, Nords maybe." She shrugged. "Laroy seems happy on his end of your deal; supplying the guns to protect his turf against the Mayans - giving the Mexicans even more reason to target SAMCRO." She mused. "Now, with no place to store between deliveries, and the cops sniffing around after the explosion - you need new transport methods, new ways to fund the rebuild, more bodies, more... Distractions." She cocked a brow. "Which is why I'm here." She looked around the table, seeing that every single scruff-speckled jaw was slacked in shock. The only one that wasn't, was Happy's.
"Told you." He smirked at his bewildered brothers as his eyes sparkled with pride.
Sydney's gaze never strayed from Clay's as everybody glanced to the Tacoma native - refusing to even move her head as he shook his in disbelief.
As much as Jax was loving the verbal smack-down that Clay was getting from somebody other than himself - he wasn't going to drop his guard that easily. Not a single word of Sydney's patch-hungry sales pitch sat right with him. Women were supposed to obey the members of the MC, not challenge them with perky tits and a smug fucking smile.
"You know we kill people for snooping around our organization like that, right?" He stared at her intensely.
Sydney snorted. "I said I was observant, not a snoop. You want a snoop? Keep talking to me like that and I'll rattle off all of your social security numbers, rap sheets, and give you an itemized list of exactly what you've got in that safe." She nodded towards the wall safe across the room.
The Treasurer and Intelligence Officer exchanged scowl - wondering how she could have possibly managed to obtain all of this intel in such a short amount of time, completely undetected.
"I'd suggest you bump up your security." She deadpanned. "That is, if you don't want people snooping around your organization." She spat at Jax.
Clay glared at Juice. "Is there anything I wanted to say here that you don't already know?" He surmised with a gesture of his hands. "Princess?" He practically spat her quickly coined nickname.
Sydney could tell that below the displeased expression, he was impressed. But what she didn't know was that he was also slightly embarrassed, and hard as a rock. "Doubtful." Her eyes flickered. "Sir." She added quickly, her lips curling up in an attempt to stroke the ego that she'd just ripped to shreds.
"We'll discuss new transport methods, ways to earn for the rebuild, temporary storage arrangements, next week when Tacoma gets back to us." He tipped Happy a nod. "Anything comes up, you'll know."
Sydney nodded her understanding along with everyone else, getting up to leave with the group when Clay's voice boomed above the screeching chairs. "Sydney?" She looked at him with exaggerated wide eyes - hoping to appear as innocent as possible. "What the hell have you done to my Sergeant-at Arms?" He couldn't hide the grin that was spreading across his face as he asked the question that everybody wanted the answer to.
Sydney felt her stomach flutter and her cheeks flush as the guys stirred around her, various whistles filling the room while Chibs yelled something in Gaelick. "Just gettin' to know each other, boss." She responded with a suggestive half-smirk - quickly regaining her composure.
"Gettin' to know the gash between your legs." Clay retorted jokingly, but she knew that he was testing her.
The room fell silent as the group of bikers wondered how the young woman would react to the crude comments - if she would stand her ground, or turn and run.
"Like Bobby's gotten to know the one between yours?" She fired back, eliciting whoops and hollers - unable to contain her smile as Juice shook her arm in excitement.
Clay's face went white as the balls on the mouthy little tart slapped him in the face. "You're alright, Princess." He laughed with the others.
Sydney smirked before leaving the chapel where she was the first one out the doors, which meant that everyone's eyes fell on her - and she wouldn't have had it any other way. She smiled proudly, standing tall as she strutted over to the bar where Half-Sack had ran to begin lining up shots for the inevitable Friday night party.
"How was it?" He asked as she approached, but before she could answer the large group behind her began hollering their drink orders at the prospect. She smiled and nodded to the younger man, letting him know that she was pleased with the session.
Not long later, as Sydney downed shots that were being bought for her left, right, and centre - she hadn't noticed that Tig had slipped back into the clubhouse, meeting Clay privately in the chapel to discuss what he had just found out...
"Darby." He stated matter-of-factly, so angry that his voice was calm.
"What!" Clay snarled.
"Trammel stopped a guy on a DUI - Unser's guy... Found a few rocks in the truck, it's definitely Darby's shit." He nodded regretfully.
"He's dealing in Charming?" He sneered.
"Probably up at the truck stops in Pope, but he knows it'll flow into Charming."
"The deal ain't that it don't cross our lines..." He reminded Tig - knowing that standing off with the Nord leader over semantics when they were already being targeted by one threat, was not wise.
"I know. But Clay, man... He's only been outta the hole for three weeks - he's gotta be planning somethin' big if he's already pushing this shit."
"Only two things feel good in the joint... Jerking off, and thinking about the shit that you're gonna do when you get out. He went in for three years... Let's make sure the rest of his big boy plan ends up on his cum rag and not on his to do list."
"Alright." Tig nodded. "But I say that we press Darby sooner rather than later."
"We will." Clay nodded, but before he could bring it up - Tig heard cheering from the bar.
"What's all that about?" He nodded out the door.
"Your little Princess - first night in church." Tig's expression fell when he heard the unsettling explanation that meant he'd missed Sydney's first meeting. "Oh come on, Tiggy - she did great." Clay clapped him on the shoulder. "Either we do a shit job of covering our tracks, or that is one smart bitch. Got a hell of a mouth on her."
"Oh trust me, brother - I know." Tig smiled proudly.
"Something I should know there?" Clay raised his eyebrows.
"Nah... I mean we're friends. You know... We uh... We got things in common." The dark-haired man nodded far too thoughtfully.
"Uh-huh." Clay huffed, unconvinced. "Come on." He pushed Tig towards the doors to join the party.
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Chibs had ordered Sydney a double shot of 151 and just as she was making to grab it, she felt a rough hand on the back of her neck - the cold metal of the ring-clad fingers sending chills down her spine. The familiarly intoxicating smell of cologne and tobacco filled her nostrils as Tig reached down and grabbed her shot, downing it in one go.
"What're we drinkin' to tonight, doll?" He asked with a devious glint in his eye.
But before Sydney had a chance to react, Half-Sack had placed a new shot in her hand. She smiled, thanking him with her eyes, but apparently Chibs wasn't feeling as forgiving...
"Aye, you asshole!" The Scot yelled at him, waving his fist in the air.
Tig just smirked, turning away from the angry man where he leaned with his back pressed against the bar. "You need a chaser with that, Lass?" Chibs asked while frantically motioning for Half-Sack to hurry up and give the girl something to take the shot with.
Sydney grabbed the shot and spun around in her bar stool - now facing the party like Tig was - pouring the tall shooter down her throat where she refused to do as little as wince as the potent liquor scorched its way down. "I think I'm good." She winked, handing him the empty glass.
Tig tried his best not to look amused - and failed - while Sydney earned an awestruck stare from Chibs and Half Sack. "Tiggy." She whined, the buzz fuelling her dramatic display as she pushed her hand into his chest lightly, balling her fist in his shirt. "You missed my first time at church." She pouted, giving him her best puppy-dog eyes as she jutted out her lower lip.
Tig had fully intended on making a joke, but seeing her looking up at him, wide-eyed and innocent, made his pants tighten as his mind went to a completely different place. He reached to cup her face with one hand, resting the other on her thigh. "I know. I'm sorry, darlin'..." Sydney felt herself shiver slightly, but it was quickly followed by a warm sensation as his thumb stroked her denim-covered skin. "I'll be there for the rest of your firsts." He nodded as he rubbed his other thumb across her pout. Her lips were soft and supple, but full - lips that he couldn't help himself from imagining just how good they would look wrapped around his cock. He shook the thought away, refocusing his eyes just in time to see her flashing a little greener. He had expected her to fire something back, or toy with him like she usually did - but this time he saw nothing but desire in her eyes as her lips tightened against his thumb.
"Promise?" She asked sweetly, the tip of her tongue grazing his calloused thumb before she tilted her head further into his hand and slipped her eyes closed as she nuzzled the rough palm that felt electric against her soft skin.
"Oh I promise, baby." His piercing blue eyes fell back down to her lips as he got closer, slowly lifting her chin.
"Dude, you should've seen her in there!" Juice bellowed, jogging towards the pair.
Sydney's head snapped in his direction, Tig still looking down at her as his hand held her face. "Oh, uh... Shit, was I interrupting?" Juice stammered.
"Of course not, Juicey Fruit!" Sydney covered up the trembling in her voice with as much excitement as she could muster after such a close call. "You here to dance with me?"
"Hell yeah!" He agreed much more eagerly than he probably should've.
Sydney had learned how to wrap each one of the guys tightly around her finger - a trick she had mastered over the years. Hell, if she could do it to Happy Lowman? She could do it to anybody. She knew exactly how to talk to each of them, how to intrigue them, and how to get what she wanted from them. Juice was simple; he wasn't the sharpest scythe in the shed - he lacked maturity, and he was easy to please by the slightest bit of interest or good feedback. He was light and goofy on the surface, but she could see that deep down, he was someone very broken inside - a genuine man who unintentionally wore his heart on his sleeve, and there was no doubt in her mind that it would be his downfall.
What Juice was however, was a great dance partner. He knew all of the Spanish songs and dances that Sydney had learned growing up with Happy's family. She knew that he enjoyed dancing with her, and luckily for her - he knew that it was completely platonic, the lines were not blurred like they appeared to have been with Jax at the wedding. The two bumped, grinded, and laughed - singing to each other sillily through a few songs until they stumble-ran back over to the bar where Sydney really started to feel tipsy. Juice brought her into his arms to steady her - squeezing her tightly as they both laughed hysterically for no reason at all.
Tig was sitting and talking with Chibs, not exactly hiding his glare as he tried to listen to what the Scotsman was saying, but the moment that he saw Sydney in Juice's arms, his hearing completely faded. He snapped out of it, pulling the nearest croweater into his own arms as he turned his attention back to the mind-numbing conversation.
Sydney chuckled when she saw that he was clearly trying to make her jealous, shaking her head and turning away. Two can play this game.
"Hey, little girl." Sydney heard the unmistakable raspy voice as a hand grazed the small of her back.
"Hey, Happy Feet." She smiled big as the tall man slid into the empty bar stool next to where she was standing.
"Impressive in there, as always." He smirked - it was just as much fun for him as it was for her to watch the guys squirm.
"I learn from the best." She winked.
"Saw you dancing with the Puerto Rican." He raised a brow.
Sydney raised a brow, quickly dropping the facade when his stare didn't let up. "Don't worry." She rolled her eyes. "As tempting as the homie hopping is around here..." She said with a smug look as she scanned the room full of beautiful men. "I'll leave it to the crows."
"You actually goin' for him?" At first, Happy had thought that Tig was purely strategy, but the more time that she spent with the Sergeant, the less likely that idea became. He knew that she would never put herself in a position where she would be expected to give something that she didn't want him to have, not even for a patch. Next, he thought that maybe she was using him as a decoy - going for somebody that no one expected her to go for was one of her signature ways to keep everyone guessing, but he could tell by the look on her face as her cheeks flushed that this was something more... "Never seen you like that." He let a sly grin slip.
Sydney pursed her lips. "Is that bad?" She asked sincerely.
"Really? He had to be the one you chose?"
"Are you really that surprised? Think about it Hap..."
As much as Happy didn't think that Tig was good enough for her - not that he would ever think that anyone was good enough for her - the similarities between the two were uncanny. "I know you won't go soft on me." He shrugged.
Sydney knew that this was the closest type of approval that she would get from him. "You think he could be good to me?" She questioned candidly.
Happy's eyes narrowed and his expression hardened - if that was even possible, but she held her hand in the air to stop him before he could start. "Nah-ah. I don't wanna hear any of your protective bullshit. 'He doesn't do relationships, he's an asshole, he's a freak.' I get it. I've been hearing it all month, but you would say the exact same shit about me if it was him asking, and you know it. You've known since day one that I would end up with a Son - that I'll die before I settle down with some straight-laced, vanilla pretty boy. I care about your opinion, and we both know how hard that is to earn."
"Don't know." Happy grumbled. "Never seen him with anyone, never seemed interested..." The toothpick between his gritted teeth almost snapped. "Sound familiar?" Sydney chortled. "That goes somewhere? He will be good to you."
Sydney smiled, happy with both the answer and the reassuring threat. "Yeah, well, that's if he ever grows the fucking balls and does something about it." She grumbled.
Happy snickered. "He's playin' with you cause you're playin' with him. Ain't as fun bein' on the other end of it." He narrowed his eyes.
Sydney rolled her eyes. "You know that patience has never been a strong suit of mine."
"Needs a push from someone on the outside... You're both too stubborn to give it up."
"Yeah... You're right... He does..." Sydney grinned as an idea popped into her head. "Thanks, Hap." She cocked her brows.
Happy leaned in closer once he caught on - deciding that he would help her out if it meant temporarily angering the curly-haired man. "You're still mine." He whispered with a smirk before kissing her on the cheek. He rarely reciprocated her flirting - mainly because he knew that she was searching for a reaction, but also because he knew the reason that she dared to tease him so adamantly was to show him that she wasn't scared of him.
Sydney grinned wickedly, revelling in the long-awaited satisfaction. Even if she knew that his intention was solely to fuel Tig's jealousy, she welcomed the effort. "Always." She grabbed his face in her delicate hand, cupping his chin and bringing him towards her lips for a chaste kiss before she pulled away with a smile and a wink.
Happy gave her a smirk before he sauntered off, leaving her to meet Tig's angry eyes which she evilly stared into before he looked away as the crow on his arm fought for his undivided attention.
Sydney chortled to herself, turning to Half-Sack for another shot as she canvased the room for her next victim. "What's wrong, Kip?" She teased when the nervous prospect hesitated to give her the drink.
"Uh, Tig said I can't give you anymore alcohol... I-I have to cut you off." He stuttered.
That bastard... Sydney had to admit, she was a little impressed by his smart move. "Ugh! Come on, Kippy" She fluttered her eyelashes at him, raising her voice loud enough for Tig to hear.
The poor kid's eyes shifted between the two a few times, looking anxious as ever as he tried to decide whose bad side was worse to be on. "Fine." Sydney dramatically rolled her eyes. "But just cause I love ya." She winked as Half-Sack's reddening face stretched into a crooked smile.
Sydney suddenly had a change of plan as she remembered the multiple whiskey bottles that she'd seen in Tig's room. She locked eyes with him, trying her best in her intoxicated state to look pissed off before quickly plastering on a mischievous grin, taking off across the bar and down the hall. He was a smart man, she hoped that after watching her get turned down the alcohol - per his request - he would think that she was going to steal his.
Sure enough, out of the corner of her eye, Sydney caught Tig pushing the skinny brunette off of him. She sped down the hallway before stopping at the bathroom door where she waited for him - making sure that he would just catch her seductive gaze as she disappeared behind the door, which was exactly what happened.
Tig stood confused at the end of the hall for a minute before he eventually caught on - briskly walking towards the bathroom as he prayed that he was reading her signals correctly...
Sydney quickly shuffled over to the sink to get in position, placing both hands on the edge of the yellowed porcelain. She looked at herself in the mirror as she leant against her palms - the slight haze in her face from the alcohol only adding to the sexy, disheveled look that she'd been going for. She tore her eyes away from her own reflection once she was satisfied, glad to see that the door was in perfect view, and just as she had planned, it clicked open.
Tig slipped inside the one-person bathroom, stopping dead in his tracks once he saw the look on her face in the mirror...
Sydney's inebriated mind wandered as she gawked at him through the reflection. For some reason, tonight he looked better than he'd ever looked. Maybe it was the way that the top buttons of his shirt were undone, exposing his silver chain and a bit of chest hair - or maybe it was the way that he had rolled his sleeves up, showing off his muscular forearms and displaying the cuffs around his wrists. Her eyelids began to flutter as she started thinking about his hands again... She wanted to know what it felt like to have those ring-covered hands all over her...
"You didn't have to go through all this just to get my attention, darlin'." His words ripped her from her fantasy, the cocky smirk on his face telling her that he knew exactly what she'd been thinking.
Sydney pulled herself together, turning only her head around enough to flip her hair over her shoulder. "I always want your attention, Sergeant." She smirked. "But it looks more like you went through a lot just to get my attention." She raised her eyebrows, keeping her mouth slightly open with a challenging smile as she nodded towards the door.
He chuckled and looked down at his boots, knowing that he didn't have a comeback for that one - but he didn't care, it had confirmed his suspicions. He took a deep breath before reaching behind him and locking the door, taking another deep breath as he waited for her to stop him as he took a step towards her. But she didn't. She wanted this too.
"You want me to go?" He asked, taking another step as he prayed that she wasn't just fucking with him - torturing him before stopping him at the last minute.
Sydney turned slowly as he approached her, pushing herself up onto the sink slowly as the gap between them started to get smaller, feeling the nervous excitement tightening in her stomach. "You wanna go?" She asked in a low voice, tilting her head as her eyelids became heavy with lust.
"No." He answered simply as he closed the gap between them completely - his hands smoothing up her thighs, pressing his chest against hers as he looked down at her.
Sydney's head was level with his neck as she greedily inhaled the scent that made her weak in the knees - fighting the urge to bite at the vein that tempted her so vigorously. Her heart was beating faster and faster, and she could feel his following suit beneath his thin shirt where she dragged her fingers up from his stomach, to his open buttons, lightly running them across his exposed chest as she turned her head enticingly - keeping the distance between their lips exactly the same before leaning back.
Tig leaned down as she guided him to follow with her hands pulling at the lapels of his shirt, gently brushing his nose against her cheek.
Sydney could feel every nerve in her body ready to explode. From his hands on her, to his scent filling her lungs, his eyes glued to hers, his lips centimetres away... She couldn't take it anymore, she could hardly breathe with the anticipation. "Do you even know what you do to me?" She asked just above a whisper, her lips almost grazing his as she spoke.
Tig had more than an idea or two by the way that she was quivering in his grip, but he would've done anything to hear it come from those sweet lips. "Tell me, Angel." His voice was husky, dark, and coated with lust.
Sydney felt the tremble of her over-sensitive nerves at her throat as she ignored the very real thought that she could go into cardiac arrest - leaning all the way into his neck where she took another deep breath and let her eyes fall shut. "Mmm." She hummed. "You make me need." She continued her slow purr, moving her lips up his neck as she spoke against his skin, grazing it with her teeth. "And I never need." She was at his jaw. "Anything." The corner of his mouth. "From anyone." She breathed out, her lips ghosting over his.
Tig's hooded eyes never left hers, but they didn't look hollow and unfocused as they usually did when she knew his mind had drifted off, or when he was trying to hold himself back - this time, he was looking right into her soul with a fiery want that would've had her on her knees in seconds. And she was looking at him with the exact same want - a want that only he could satisfy.
And that look was what Tig needed - the final push as his lips came crashing down onto hers where she felt every part of her body spark when they finally made the contact that she'd fantasized about, day and night. Everything around her melted away as she felt herself being transported to the heaven that only he could pull her out of the depths of hell for - yanking him as close as she possibly could.
Tig's hands roamed her body as they began to make out with fervor, moaning as she slipped him the honeyed tongue that had plagued his wildest fantasies. He pulled back and licked his lips slowly, his eyes eating up every inch of her as he moved his hands over her shoulders, her tits, her exposed waist, eventually landing on her hips - squeezing everywhere that he could while he had the chance that he worried he wouldn't have again.
Sydney bit her lip as the cold metal of his rings grazed her buzzing skin, just as she had imagined - the excitement only intensifying the already euphoric sensation of his hands on her. She smoothed her hands up his chest as he groped her sensitive body, gripping his shoulders tightly to let him know that she was ready for whatever ride he was about to take her on.
He slowly pushed her legs apart with his pelvis, arching his neck towards hers, his hot mouth landing on the sensitive skin before she felt his teeth nipping at it - sending shivers through her entire body as it pulsated with adrenaline. She was sure that she had completely burned off the alcohol by now, feeling nothing but this moment. He pulled his head back and smirked before returning to her lips, sliding his hands down her hips, to her ass - pressing his erection against her as he brought their bodies as close as possible before running his hands up under her shirt and over her bra.
Sydney ripped the offending garment over her head as soon as she felt where he was going with this - unable to wait any longer, she needed to be seen by him. She let it fall to the ground without a care as he got to work unclipping her bra where she felt a rush of exciting heat to her cheeks. This man was definitely an expert - no fiddling around, he knew right where to go, and what to do to set her off. He ripped her bra off of her faster than she had ripped her own shirt off of herself - his eyes burning a hole through her bare chest as her naturally perky tits sat before him, confirming his nagging suspicions as his eyes landed on the silver bars piercing the soft, puckered skin of her nipples. He grabbed her tits in both hands as he returned to ravishing her neck, biting and sucking at the skin - marking her in any way that he possibly could so that he would have something to help him believe that this had been more than just another daydream.
Her eyes rolled back in pleasure as she grabbed a fistful of his dark curls, matching his rough and needy movements as he set the tone, feeling him moving down her body where he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked gently, rolling it between his teeth while his hands snaked back down her sides to her hips as he gripped them tightly, rolling them against him.
They both indulged in the sinful sight that left just enough to the imagination before Sydney gripped his hair tighter and pulled him to look up at her, silently begging him as her panties got wetter and wetter by the second. She needed to feel him inside of her, and she needed to feel him inside of her now.
Not breaking eye contact, Tig began to unbutton her jeans and pull them down - yanking them off of her legs and over her stilettos. He grabbed at her now bare thighs, reaching around to her ass where he brought her to her feet before him.
Sydney felt her hunger feeding off of his in the electrically charged air that surrounded their desperate bodies - slowly pushing him down before her as she shook with excitement.
Tig licked his lips, placing open-mouthed kisses all over her body on his way down - dragging his hands with him, but looking up at her the entire time. Her heart quickened as he got closer and closer to her core, gasping every time that his lips met her skin. He finally got to his destination with his hands just above the backs of her knees, but he brought them back up to caress her ass as he brought her closer - savouring the softness of her skin in his hands. He kissed her all around the lace of her panties as he remained completely mesmerized by her body, his hand slowly starting to pull the fabric to the side and out of the way as he moved his mouth over the soft pink material - relishing the anticipation.
Sydney gasped loudly as the corner of his mouth hit her clit, reaching behind her to steady herself against the counter as the sensitive bundle of nerves spasmed even as it was still half-concealed.
"Pretty. Little. Pussy." He mused, his words broken up by kisses as he moved her panties further and further out of the way with each brush of his lips until they were completely exposing her wetness to him. Staring in awe, he traced her folds with his fingertips slowly, agonizingly - making her whimper yet again. He got to his feet, trailing his fingers up the inside of her thigh as he did so - slowly caressing her mound as he watched her writhe beneath his hands.
With her bottom lip between her teeth, her head thrown back, and her eyes closed - Sydney's body felt like it was on an electric current, tingling and jolting at every touch. She felt him cupping her cheek - letting her face fall into his hand as she slowly opened her eyes.
Tig narrowed his eyes when he was met with a needy gaze that bore into him - a delicious combination of passion, want, submission, and fire. He stroked his thumb down her cheek and onto her lower lip where he dragged it out from between her teeth and rubbed it gently - his eyes widening in surprise when she wrapped her lips around it. He growled, moving his hand down further to rub her clit - his entire body shuddering as he stroked her impossibly silky skin while she moaned against his digit, sending a dick-tingling vibration through his body.
"That feel good?" He slid a finger into her slowly.
Sydney jolted at the intrusion, biting down on his thumb which he slid out of her mouth, immediately replacing the one that had been rubbing circles into her clit while his other hand stilled inside of her. He moved her up onto the sink and pushed her legs apart wider, sinking down to the ground with one hand around her waist, pulling her into his mouth while the other hand laid flat against her inner thigh - keeping her legs open to him. He teased her with the tip of his thumb before finally beginning to lick the throbbing swell of her clit - gently at first, and then rapidly, pressing his lips against her while he expertly twirled his tongue around all the right places.
In a matter of seconds, heaven had become an understatement as Sydney battled the moans threatening to escape her lips, gripping harshly at his hair as she ground her hips against his tongue - she wanted more, she needed more.
Tig got back to his feet, dragging his fingertips down from around her waist, to her slit - sliding two fingers into her this time as he gripped the back of her neck with the other hand. Her arms instinctively clung to his shoulders as her body jolted again, feeling her hips rocking slightly into his thrusts as she bit and sucked his neck while he held her close, beginning to expertly pump his fingers in a motion that hit her g-spot perfectly.
The feeling of stimulation on her g-spot from someone other than herself was a completely new feeling for Sydney. She had known for quite some time now that her needs were harder to satisfy; she needed the pain to counter the pleasure - a pain that everyday men didn't seem to know how to give her, and she had no interest in burning through them just to find one who could. But Tig was the first man in years that she didn't mind taking out for a test drive...
Sydney fought the urge to roll her eyes as the man between her legs moaned while he ate her out - the fact that he was nowhere near her clit apparently being something that he was completely oblivious to. She tried to hold out, hoping that he was just drunk and would soon find his way - but the sounds of his moans over her silence quickly became too much for her to bear the mere thought of enduring any longer.
"Get out." She reached down and pushed his head away.
"W-what?" He asked in bewilderment.
"You heard me, get the fuck out of here." She said firmly as she slid into a red strapless romper, storming out of the room before the offended man had time to protest. If she was going to receive shitty sex, she at least wanted it to be from somebody worth it - not from the lanky, brown-haired man that she'd swiped off the floor in an attempt to rattle the competition.
She hastily made her way down the hall and to the stairwell leading to the bar, her furry leopard-print flip-flops slapping against her ankles as she descended. It was late - nearing 5:00 A.M. - so there were only a few people passed out around the bar on the relatively calm Thursday night.
Happy heard the door of the room next to his slamming, accompanied by the sound of his neighbour angrily stomping off to the main area of the clubhouse. But what he hadn't heard, was anything to tell him what would've caused the outburst. He pushed the brunette off of him, her teeth scraping along his dick as he did so.
"What the fuck?" The newest sweetbutt exclaimed.
"Fuck off." He grunted, zipping up his fly and stalking out of his room to look for Sydney - apparently picking up a straggler as Yates followed him curiously.
Both men hastily descended the stairs, hitting the landing with a thud to see Sydney sitting on the bartop, kicking her legs back and forth while clutching a bottle of tequila. "What's with the fucking cavalry?" She scowled, noticing not only Happy and Yates, but their discarded bedmates following close behind.
The man Sydney had stupidly decided to take a chance on walked over to the bar, taking a seat without a care in the world for what had just happened. "Yeah, I didn't just mean get the fuck out of my bed. Get the fuck out of here." She gestured to the room around them as she spoke slowly as if she was talking to a child, unable to believe the audacity of the man who clearly thought that the patched members would have no issue with his right to stay.
The tall man was pissed with the little club whore who dared to order him around, and was ready to stupidly put up a fight - he knew how these men treated women, they wouldn't have a problem with him putting her back in her place.
"You fucking heard her." Yates nodded, cutting the man off before he could start.
The hangaround shuffled away angrily - Happy's sweetbutt following after him. Sydney scoffed at the poor excuse of a man; too embarrassed to have been kicked out by a girl, and too much of a chicken-shit to fight with the men about it.
Happy raised a brow in question as he turned to Sydney, but he didn't get a response as she tipped the bottle back. "You took him to bed?" He asked with a scowl after a few seconds of putting the pieces together. An eighteen year-old girl taking a man to bed wasn't a concept that would confuse most people, but Happy knew how selective Sydney was about who would find themselves between her legs.
"Yup. Was quickly reminded why I don't do that." She took another swig.
"Didn't hear anything." Happy smirked.
"Yeah, why do you think I fucking kicked him out." She lifted her arm in frustration, giving Happy the opportunity to whisk the tequila out of her grasp - unable to help but laugh at the situation.
"What?" Sydney sneered in frustration.
"Funny how you run with men all day but you bring little boys around."
She smirked weakly. "If ya really think about it, Hap... It ain't funny at all." She said cryptically, knocking the tequila bottle out of his hand and catching it in her own.
Happy lunged for her arm, ripping the tequila from her grip once again. "Go to bed, little girl." He ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Sydney chose instead to bat her eyelashes and paint a flirty smile across her lips. "Why, you gonna finish me off?" She leaned back, pushing her chest out and lifting her leg to brush against his - grinning as she saw the familiar anger flash in his eyes as she pushed the buttons that she had all but worn out.
He pushed her knee down harshly, effectively freeing himself of her touch, pulling her off the bar top and spinning her around. "Go. Quit bein' a pain in my ass."
"One day you'll say yes to me, Hap." She wagged her finger and shook her head slowly over her shoulder, being sure to swing her hips a little extra as she walked away.
"I don't know how you say no, man..." Yates rubbed the back of his neck as he watched her strut up the stairs. "She's so fucking ho-"
"Shut up." Happy cut off the starry-eyed VP, striding back to his room with the bottle of tequila in hand.
"Tiggy I'm gonna-" She moaned breathlessly as she rocked against his fingers, feeling the hot tingling in her core as her orgasm approached.
Tig could tell that she was close by the way that her muscles were starting to tighten around his fingers, and her legs trembled as her stiletto-clad foot sat deeply embedded into the wall next to the sink. He prodded the spongy skin inside of her even faster, sure to keep his movements gentle and purposeful. He moved his hand from her neck, to one of her breasts, caressing it gently - earning more gasps as he leaned into her neck. "Come for me, beautiful." He breathed into her ear.
With that, Sydney let go - an orgasm stronger than anything she'd ever experienced crashing through her body. Moaning loudly, she felt waves of ecstasy pass over her as she threw her head back - her eyes following suit as she went limp in his arms.
Tig let her ride out her high, the sounds of her loud breaths giving him his own. He slowly pulled his fingers from her, trailing them up her trembling inner thigh, and down the side to hook around her knee - easing her leg down from its hiked up position.
But before Tig could make his next move, she pushed him back with her fists balled in his shirt - feeling her sliding off of the sink and knowing immediately what she was doing. He helped pull her down, and without hesitation she dropped to her knees before him, tugging his pants down - not bothering with the zipper.
Sydney's eyes were filled to the brim with excitement when she made out the large shape of his hardening cock, looking up at him with a wink before she pressed hot kisses over the fabric of his boxers.
"Jesus, baby." She heard him whimper as she dragged her tongue over his entire length, looking back up to meet his eyes as her finger traced along the inside of his waistband.
He stared down at her with his lip between his teeth, lightly caressing her face and running his fingers through her hair, pulling it back into a ponytail. She smiled deviously, finally pulling his boxers down where her eyes widened when his full length was revealed.
Tig smiled proudly to himself before she slowly licked a trail from base to tip, making his eyes flutter in pleasure - finally experiencing what he had spent weeks dreaming of. He choked on a gasp as his eyes flew open when she wrapped her lips fully around him - grabbing her shoulder to steady himself. That damn tongue ring...
Sydney's head moved up and down as she took his full length into the back of her throat, massaging the underside of his cock with her tongue as she kept her eyes trained on him - the oral jewelry intensifying each flick of her tongue. He watched her in awe; nearly naked with her cheeks hollowed and those beautiful eyes glistening as he repeatedly bottomed out in the back of her throat - but she didn't choke, she just continued swallowing around him. His grip got even tighter around her hair as her expert-level ministrations continued, making him moan like a whore as he fought the urge to fuck her face.
She finally pulled back - licking her lips gently before he hooked his fingers under her chin, quickly bringing her back to her feet where he sloppily kissed her as saliva dripped down her chin. She tasted herself on his tongue, the tang sending her into a frenzy as she devoured his mouth, meeting his stare as he broke the kiss before he turned her around to where she could see herself in the mirror.
Sydney bit her lip as she eyed the love bites that had formed down her neck and across her chest while Tig admired her body - still in awe of how perfect she was. He caught her eye in the mirror, seeing that same lustful hunger that loomed within his own. "Never came like that before, have you Princess?" His caring voice was laced with a condescending growl as he whispered in her ear, moving her hair over her shoulder as he gently nuzzled her bruising neck.
Sydney knew that her reaction had been a dead giveaway - the way that he had worked her body had her literally shook to her core and it had been impossible to hide. Her innocent eyes met his in the mirror, shaking her head slowly with her bottom lip still between her teeth.
"Not as experienced as we make ourselves look, are we?" He chuckled.
"Not my fault that no one knows how to fuck me properly." She snarked back - half defensively, half hoping that it would spur him on.
Tig grabbed a fistful of white-blonde hair and yanked her closer with a snap of his wrist, smirking against the skin behind her ear. "Remember what I said about watching that mouth?" He taunted, his lips tickling her jaw as she threw her head back in his grip, letting him take full control of her. "I'll show you how good you can feel, baby... Give you what you deserve." She moaned shamelessly at his words of pure domination. She was used to being the one who did the intimidating. For once, she wanted to be the one forced into submission - to be put in her place, and that was exactly what Tig Trager was doing to her.
He pulled her hips towards him, bending her over as he pulled her soaking wet panties down her legs and let them fall around her ankles. Unable to wait any longer, he grabbed his cock and circled the tip against her entrance - both of them immediately shuddering at the sensation.
"So wet for me." He hummed as he caressed one of her ass cheeks - unable to help the immense triumph that he felt to have found her dripping wet for him. "Spoiled little Princess, getting what she wants..." He mused tauntingly. He could tell that she enjoyed the dirty talk as much as he did, and he couldn't have been happier.
Any other time, Sydney might've been embarrassed by just how eager her body was making her out to be. But with Tig - as everything else - it somehow worked perfectly, keeping their sadistic game lively as she refused to verbally submit to him, but completely surrendered physically.
"Don't act like you didn't want this too." She moaned out as she arched her back, pushing onto him slightly.
"From the very first time that I met you." He admitted, entering her slowly. "Fuck... Syd." He grunted, allowing his head to fall back as he entered the tightest pussy that he'd ever felt. She was definitely no croweater...
Sydney smirked at the reflection in the mirror as she watched his eyes slip closed, his grip on her hips tightening before a breathless scream slipped out of her as he went deeper. He was big, filling her up completely - leaving her with no room for emptiness in a way that wasn't just physical...
He stilled his movements, letting her adjust as she forced her muscles to relax. It had been years since she'd liked a man enough to let him inside of her, but luckily with how badly she wanted Tig - her wetness eased any discomfort that her unaccustomed body may have felt.
Tig pulled back slowly before he entered her again, her back arching even more - unable to take the suspense. He smiled at her submission; her mutual need for him - pulling her hips closer and pushing himself further into her, making her gasp yet again. He pulled back, only he heard her whine as he left her this time. He chuckled, pushing back into her - leaving her completely breathless as he groaned at the sensation of her tightness around his cock. He moved his hands from her hips, taking hers from where they had been white-knuckle clutching the edge of the sink as he began a proper rhythm that he feared he wouldn't be able to keep up.
Sydney felt her heart flutter as his fingers laced in hers, unable to control the moans leaving her lips as he finally began fucking her steadily. She arched her back again, straightening up as much as she could - bringing a knee up to rest on the sink. She wanted him to be as close, and as deep as possible. They'd had weeks of foreplay and frustration - neither of them wanted it slow.
Tig felt his eyes roll back when not only did the new angle allow him to penetrate her deeper - but it had her practically screaming. He watched as she pulled one of her hands from his, instinctively lifting it to cover her mouth - which he quickly slapped away, retaking it in his. "Don't even think about it, sweetheart. Let me hear you. Let them hear you." He growled into her ear.
Sydney grinned at his cocky response before gasping again once he found the right spot with his cock this time, hitting it perfectly where she was still sensitive from her first orgasm. Her eyes closed involuntarily as she was bombarded with pleasure. She could feel every emotion and unspoken tryst in the way that he fucked her - the frustration he had over them both being too stubborn to admit their feelings, the anger over her making him look like a pussy, the satisfaction of finally having her, and the desire for more.
Tig's hand left hers, smoothing around her side, up her stomach, over a breast, and eventually landing on her neck where he wrapped it gently around her throat. He shivered when he felt her tighten around him in reaction to the proposal - smirking while he stared through the mirror and into the sexiest, most deviant pair of eyes that he had ever seen.
He applied the perfect amount of pressure around her neck: enough that she could still breathe, but not easily. He could feel the vibrations of her moans deep in her throat against the palm of his hand, spurring him on as his hips snapped against her ass even harder. He moved the other hand around to her clit, circling it with his fingers while his strong arms remained completely wrapped around her - hoping to get her to come soon as her increasing tightness from the excitement threatened to peak his arousal.
"Fuck!" She squealed once he hit her with the double sensation, her mouth hanging open as she felt her spring coiling tighter and tighter.
Juice waltzed down the hallway on his way to the laundry room when he heard the unmistakable noises coming from the bathroom. They weren't abnormal noises to hear in the clubhouse, by any means, but they were abnormal noises to hear so early in the evening, and when he'd just seen everybody in the bar. He scowled, the only two people that had been missing from the party were Tig and Sydney - assuming that they had gone back to her house, or for a ride, or whatever the fuck it was that the two of them were always off doing together since according to Sydney, it 'wasn't fucking'. But the sounds coming from the bathroom definitely weren't the sounds that two people who 'weren't fucking' would make. He bolted down the hall to Tig's room, finding it empty - pushing through the people crowding the path to the door as he raced out to the parking lot.
Jax scowled at Chibs and Bobby as he watched Juice in his haste. "The fuck's he doin'?" He nodded to the giddy young kid while the other men just shrugged.
Juice quickly spotted Sydney's car in the lot, along with Tig's bike - grinning huge in victory as he ran back inside to share his discovery with his brothers. "Dude!" He breathed out, exasperated when he finally reached the bar. "They're fucking in the bathroom." The men exchanged scowls. "Tig and Sydney." He struggled to catch his breath.
Bobby smirked and raised a brow, as did Chibs, while Jax just grinned. But a grunt came from beside Juice - the group of men turning to see a very displeased Happy. He had rage in his eyes, and his chest was heaving, but he remained as calm as a pissed off Happy Lowman could be - knowing that there was nothing that he could do about it.
Juice widened his eyes in mockery to his brothers after Happy grabbed the nearest croweater and made his way outside. "Anyone else notice that all of his whores look like her?" He pointed out as the angry man dragged the blonde towards the door.
"I hope to the mothering Gods that they're fuckin', I can't stand to watch them any goddamn longer." Chibs groaned.
"C'mon... There's no way they haven't been fucking this whole time. It's Tig. With her. You tellin' me you'd be spending nights with her in your bed and not fucking her? I call bullshit." Jax sneered.
"Hap says he's done it." Bobby countered.
"Well, why would they lie about it?" Juice questioned.
"The other day, Tig said she looked good in whatever she was wearin', and she said that she would look better on his dick. Girls don't say that shit - especially not to someone that they aren't fucking." Jax argued.
"She's not like most girls. Maybe that's why she says shit like that - because they really aren't." Juice surmised oh so naively.
"She just likes fucking with him." Bobby groaned with a roll of his dark eyes. "My favorite one? She asked what he wanted for dinner the other day, and before he could answer she said he could just eat her for dinner and fucked off - left him there like a deer in the headlights."
"Oh! Or when she was on his shoulders after she danced on the bar that night, and she complained that he had her facing the wrong way." Juice added to the wild things that Sydney would say to proposition the usually sex-crazed Sergeant, completely forgetting the entire point of his argument.
"So why pick him over someone like Jackie boy here?" Chibs questioned.
"Princess' just like Tig. They're shit disturbers - love to freak people out and confuse 'em." Bobby clarified, surprised that two of the best looking Sons were so uneducated on women.
As Sydney revelled in the bliss of finally having Tig inside of her, she began to feel a divine aching in her stomach as juices ran down her thighs - a feeling that no man had ever been able to give her before.
This is was what real sex was like... The croweaters had made Tig forget how much better things were with a real girl. Sydney wasn't screaming some godforsaken moans to try and satisfy him, her moans were all natural - showing him how much she was enjoying it. He had also forgotten that sex with a real girl was more than her sitting there and taking it - Sydney's body responded perfectly to his every move as she rolled her hips to meet his thrusts, clutched his wrist where it laid against her windpipe, and stared deep into his eyes.
He felt her walls clenching around him, bringing him closer to his release as he squeezed her throat a little tighter. "You gonna come for me again, doll?" His goatee tickled her neck as his hot breath sent a shiver down her spine. "Huh? You gonna come all over my cock?"
"You gonna make me?" She managed to bite back through gritted teeth between her panting. He growled at the challenge, rubbing her faster until he finally sent her crashing over the edge yet again.
Tig let up on the grip that he had on her throat - grabbing her hand and squeezing as he felt her meet the release that he intended to follow very close behind.
Sydney's breathless gasping continued as she moaned and twitched around him, the extension of his ministrations sending white-hot shocks through her already over-sensitive body where he thrusted into her a few more times before finally unloading his heat - biting into her shoulder with a groan.
They came down slowly, their breaths mingling as Tig rested his head against her back for a minute or so - still holding her hand. He finally peeled himself off of her, trying to steady himself while she gripped the sink to keep her own balance as she continued trembling.
"Church must've gone well." He chuckled against her shoulder.
"You missed a good show." She smirked, turning her head to face him.
"Darlin'." He scoffed, cocking his head as he looked her up and down. "I just got one." He smirked.
Tig dressed himself as Sydney stared at the ceiling, still trying to regain control of her body. He grabbed her hips gently - turning her to face him where he pulled a bandana out of the back pocket of his jeans and used it to gently clean her up between her legs.
Sydney was flooded with mixed emotions as she leaned back against the sink to give him access. This was easily the best sex that she'd ever had - rough, passionate, but also somehow sweet. All she could do was look up at him with an ironic innocence.
Tig felt his heart skip a beat when he finally met her twinkling eyes after the job was done. He smiled, tangling his fingers in her hair where he dragged her lips to his for a proper embrace.
Sydney could still feel the sparks flying as he kissed her, blushing once he pulled away - but not before catching the adoration that shone from his eyes, confirming her suspicion that it was more than just sexual tension between them.
Tig handed Sydney her discarded clothing where she began to redress, slipping both arms through the straps of her baby-pink bra and turning towards the mirror where she reached behind her back to hook it, but he took over - placing his hands around hers.
"You really are a gentleman." She snickered.
Tig chuckled - too nervous to meet her eyes through the mirror.
Sydney watched him with a light smile - looking at him with something behind her eyes that she didn't quite recognize, something more than lust... She pulled her eyes away from the confusing sight, looking over her shoulder and onto the ground where she spotted her panties lying around her right stiletto. Her brief moment of vulnerable uncertainty was eclipsed by her much more familiar deviancy, smirking to herself as an idea came to her while she finished getting dressed.
She was still facing the mirror when Tig finished straightening out his shirt, looking up at her in the mirror where he found himself face to face with that evil smile. He watched as she slowly drew her foot back, her stiletto nearing her ass when he noticed her panties hanging off of the five-inch heel. She brought her foot up to the hand that was dangling by her side, slowly plucking the underwear off of its makeshift hook before she sauntered over to him, stepping just past him where he stood completely still - unable to see her in his peripherals unless he turned his head slightly.
"Thanks for the tune up." She said in a sultry voice, winking as she gently tucked her panties into the back pocket of his jeans - her cocky little smile turning into a full blown grin as she bit her lip. She held eye contact, turning her head as she walked towards the bathroom door and back out to the party.
The awestruck man watched her longingly, staying in the same position - paralyzed with shock as he wondered how it was possible that even after he had shown her around the block, she managed to leave him feeling like the inexperienced one.
Tig Trager had met his match.
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The moment we've all been waiting for 😱
Song for this chapter
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