A dance with the Devil may not always be a reckless entanglement, especially when the Angel herself has more than a few demons of her own.
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 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 stillness 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 Whistler's lifeless body. "What are we gonna do with him?" She nodded as she zipped her jacket over her bare torso.
"I'll get Sack to come out and bury him." Tig stated 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 nod her off as she crashed from the spike of adrenaline.
"Tired, doll?" Tig asked as he looked over at where she was trying to stay upright, watching her nod lazily as she tried to keep her eyes open. "C'mere." He rubbed her back, gently pulling her down to lay in his lap.
Sydney giggled softly as he gently stroked her hair with one hand while the other gripped the steering wheel as struggled to keep the truck in a straight line, putting her to sleep in no time.
Once they arrived back in town safely, Tig pulled the truck onto Opie's street, stopping as gently as possible before placing it in park - looking down at the gorgeous girl who was 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. She moaned softly as she began to wake - the sound instantly transporting him back to the night of the wedding as his dick twitched, blinking as he reminded himself that he didn't need 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 before dragging her exhausted body out of the truck, stretching when she hit the pavement to try and wake herself up before 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 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 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 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 in hopes that he would return quickly and take the hint to follow her, rather than lock the door behind him when he left.
And 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 flicked on the lamp next to her bed before she started fumbling with the zipper on her jacket, shivering as he quickly took control; pulling the tight leather from her arms before gently sliding the thick cotton down her legs.
The surprise of the tender way that he undressed her with such pure intentions 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 innocently widened her eyes while he stood over her.
Tig quickly sat down next to her before the empowering angle could cause him to lose control and potentially jeopardize the still very fragile position that he was in. "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. Of course he had been talking about helping her, but the way that she sat there; half naked and wide-eyed continued to coax 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 when he finally got the green light that he'd needed, 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 sheets below her, a direct contrast to fire that she felt raging inside of her as he planted a lingering kiss on her lips before moving his to her neck, 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 until it was hard as a rock before he moved to the other one to do the same, 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, biting her lip as she felt his curl up into a smile against her skin as his hands trailed 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 shook his head dreamily as his eyes landed on that perfect pussy that was dripping wet for him, yet again.
Sydney smiled under his praise, moaning 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 as he hovered over where she was much more ready for him than he'd anticipated.
"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 as she squirmed beneath his own appreciative humming as it sent vibrations through her body.
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 closer to the edge - curling her toes against his back while she convulsed below him as she quickly 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 by his now wild hair.
Sydney could feel the slippery aftermath between her legs as he eased them down off of his shoulders 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, 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 tremble before he reached her sensitive clit - making her entire body jolt upwards again. He chuckled sadistically, before he continued his path downwards until he finally hit her entrance where he slowly slid a finger into her.
Sydney mashed her lips together at the overwhelming sensation, letting out a deep moan while she dug her head into the mattress until he retracted slowly - but it wasn't long enough for her to catch her breath as he added another and slid right back in as he leaned over her, brushing his thumb over her forehead while he continued the assault between her legs.
Sydney licked at his lips where he hovered over her animalistically, tasting herself on his skin - which earned her a harder thrust of his digits. She fed into the eroticism; breathing her moans into his mouth while he fingered her in his perfectly mastered technique which quickly turned her into 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 continuing as he looked over where she was splayed out on the bed, marinating in the ecstasy of his touch.
Sydney was still incoherent when he leaned down, sliding his arms under her until she got the hint and wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as he lifted her - just like he had on the night of the wedding. Only this time as her head span, it was because she had him.
He placed her under the covers before he 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 the way 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 pulsed through her chest as he walked towards the door - another blinding similarity to the night of the wedding. But this time, the similarities didn't split as they had earlier. She wanted nothing more than for him to stay, but she still wasn't able to make herself say the words.
But they didn't have to split, to come together as the disappointment in the pit of her stomach quickly turned to excitement as she heard the direction of his footsteps change, rounding the other side of the bed where he stripped down to his boxers and climbed 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've expected from him - including himself - but she continued to exceed his expectations in every way; 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 down from cloud nine, and settled 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 the soft snoring in her ear sent her stomach plummeting at the realization that the man snuggled up to her in bed was not a figment of her imagination, he was actually there.
Her face tingled with a smile as the memories of the night before 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 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 brought his hand up to her lips as she kissed his fingers gently, 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, which was a good sign after the events of last night - unless, of course, the Mayans had already killed everybody else and her and Tig were the last ones standing.
But just as the intrusive thought entered Sydney's mind, Tig's phone started ringing. Of course, she chuckled to herself - giggling as he rolled over to grab the old flip-phone out of his discarded jeans with a groan, 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, giving him a cocky smile while she slowly shook her head, giggling before bashfully looking to the floor and crossing the threshold.
"Yeah. Yeah I'm here, man." He snapped his head back in place as he blinked rapidly.
Sydney stepped into the stand-up shower, turning the taps on with a squeak before the water cascaded 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 the steady stream trickle down her face as she slipped into deep thought.
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 where he dressed slowly, somehow finding himself staring at her from the bathroom door. He gulped, blinking a few times as he tried to snap himself out of it like he had previously done, but as he watched her hands slide down her body, he couldn't help but wish 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 the peaceful trance as she screeched and jumped back. She pulled open the steam-covered 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 nodded 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 now, 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 bit her lip, swaying side to side with an evil look in her eye.
Tig managed to pull himself from the tempting proposal - knowing that he didn't have the time to properly do what he wanted to her as he peeled the wet shirt off quickly.
Sydney's eyes widened. This was the first time that she'd really gotten a chance to admire his strong body that was encased in warm skin and dark chest hair - a 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 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 by now, 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 contain the grin that was creeping across her face as she walked towards the island where she leant against her palms on the cool surface, swaying from side to side gently. "You weren't kidding about taking care of me." She mused.
"Is that your natural hair?" He squinted as he pointed to the quickly curling blonde locks.
"Yes." She snorted in surprise. "You ain't 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 arm, turning to see Tig's large, ring-covered hand as he stroked his fingers up her skin, slowly reaching up to rest his hands on either side of her head against the door behind her.
"You know, darlin'..." His raspy voice filled her ears as he boxed her in. "One of these days, I'm gonna stop letting you walk away..." His tone was laced 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 sipped her coffee peacefully as she approached a stop sign after getting Tig stuck behind another driver, 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 with a laugh and a shit-eating-grin that was far too obnoxious for her liking - cranking the wheel and 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 the 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 once he challenged her, cutting through side streets and alleyways - praying that the shortcut 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.
Half-Sack, Jax, and Chibs all ran out as they watched Sydney hurtle through the compound like a mad woman. "What's the matter, darlin'?" Jax exclaimed once he reached her, checking her over as he caught his breath.
"Nothing?" She replied with furrowed brows, turning away with a smirk as Tig pulled onto the compound and begrudgingly rolled his Dyna into formation.
The three men all shared a look of confusion before they ran after her, catching up as she was approaching 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 as a smug smirk spread across his face.
"Hey! I let her win." Tig protested.
"I'm sure you did." Chibs snorted.
"Yeah, yeah. Get goin' on it." Tig shoved the keys to the Dodge into Half-Sack's chest before walking off.
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Juice waltzed into the chapel behind Sydney when he suddenly noticed that something was off. He stopped, standing with his hands on his hips as he looked her over - trying to put his finger on it.
"What?" Sydney turned around when she heard the footsteps stop behind her, finding Juice looking her over with a scowl.
"You're way shorter than I remember?" His brows wrinkled.
"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 - Opie Winston. She'd only seen him at the wedding where strangely she hadn't spoken to him, but from what she'd gathered from the others, with the way that his wife was - he didn't really speak to anyone. And she was sure that the only reason he bothered to show his pained face today, was because he couldn't have been bothered the night before.
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 exact same one.
"Jesus." Juice's scoff cut the tension as she tried horribly to hide her bashful smile. "Matching hickeys yesterday, matching hairstyles today. What's tomorrow?" He glanced between them.
"That coming from the guy who's had a faux hawk since the ninth grade?" Tig snorted, 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 before he had to deliver the regretful news... "Got most of our AKs back, but no luck on the Glocks or M4s. What we did come across though, was an unexpected surprise... Darby's teamed up with Alvarez." He sighed.
"What?" Juice exclaimed in utter disbelief. The Aryan prick teaming up with the Mexicans?
"He floods Charming with crank, Alvarez takes over our gun business to protect it." Tig explained to the table of equally confused men.
"We sent them a pretty clear message." Clay looked over at Half-Sack to confirm that he had buried the Nord, receiving a nod. "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 session was concluded by the screeching of chairs against the hardwood floor, and the second that Sydney stepped out of the chapel, she was met by the infamous stare of Gemma Teller.
"Hey, stranger." Gemma greeted the little blonde girl with a suggestive side glance.
"Hey, mom." Sydney giggled with an eye roll.
"I heard the Princess had another successful night..." She raised her brows.
Sydney cocked an eyebrow at the cryptic tone in the older woman's voice as she turned towards the 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 whose her face went beet red as a nervous smile overtook the previously cocky smirk that she'd been sporting. "That's what I thought." She smirked.
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After her vehicle was done being freshly cleaned - courtesy of Half-Sack, Sydney headed home where 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. A couple of hours later, she felt herself being coaxed out of her peaceful afternoon snooze, cracking her eyes open to see her phone vibrating against the coffee table.
"Hey, Gem." She blinked a few times, trying to wake herself up as she waited to hear what The Matriarch was calling 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." She scowled. "But didn't he get out a while ago?"
"Yeah." Gemma scoffed with an eye roll that Sydney could hear across the line. "But Clay thinks that this will help remind him that he has family here too."
"I sure hope so..." But she was doubtful. "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 as the words 'your old man' crackled through the speaker, a blush coming to her face - which apparently Gemma could see, even from the other end of the phone. "See you soon." She crooned knowingly.
Sydney clutched the phone to her chest, squeezing it in her vibrating hands before she realized that she was alone in her house where she could finally release some excitement. She screeched, bouncing giddily as she ran down the hall and hopped up the stairs to get ready.
She pulled her air-dried waves into a low chignon at the side of her head, leaving a few pieces out to frame her face. She spruced up the barely-there makeup that she'd thrown on in her haste to get out the door earlier - a matte brown eye and nude pink lip meeting the evening standards. She wore a black button down dress that fell mid-thigh, and had 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 later, she figured that a dress that he could rip open, and a lacy black matching set would be sure to get his blood pumping into all of the right places. She stepped into her usual platform Louboutins, and with a spritz of 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 twitching to life as she soaked up the familiar atmosphere, 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 the sight of an angry and punch-throwing Tig sent a wave of heat through her body, and landed between her legs.
"Damn, you could take someone's eye out with those." Half-Sack avoided her long, dagger shaped nails as she accepted the bottle from him.
She chuckled, her lips curling up as she caught Tig's eyes out of the corner of hers - grabbing Half Sack's hand and pulling him closer.
Tig temporarily lost his focus as she leant in towards the prospect's face, allowing Happy to get a good hit in - the recoil giving him an unfortunately clear view as she placed a gentle kiss onto his bright red cheek.
Sydney pulled away from Half-Sack who looked like he very well could've just pissed his pants, and just as she had predicted; Tig took Happy to the ground as he filled with rage. "Hey c'mon! That's no fair! I had ten bucks on Happy." Half-Sack whined.
"Eh, Hap deserves it." Sydney chuckled as she pulled a bill from her purse and passed it to him with a wink, making her way towards Tig who was towelling off on the sidelines while a croweater fought for his attention as she tried to patch him up, eventually moving over to Happy instead.
"Hey, killer." Sydney called, biting her lip as both men looked up - keeping her gaze fixed perfectly in between them.
"Gonna get yourself in trouble messin' with my stats like that, little girl." Happy smirked as the red-haired croweater dabbed his glistening chest.
"Maybe your stats shouldn't be so easy to mess with." She taunted with a grin, breaking off from the straight path she'd been walking and making her way over to Tig who quickly looked back down at the ground.
"Hi, doll... Didn't know you were comin'." He tried to utter as nonchalantly as possible while he rubbed the back of his neck.
"Well I'll be doing plenty of that later tonight." She purred as his still jealousy-fuelled eyes darted around in search of Half-Sack. "You aren't happy to see me?" Her smirk turned to a pout.
He turned his attention back to her when he came up empty-handed, to see her lips back curling up from the fake frown that she'd painted on as she ran her hands up his heaving chest, staring back 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 where she could see him hardening beneath his jeans. She cocked her eyebrows before pulling away, her hands sliding down his chest where he grabbed her wrists firmly and yanked 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 while his eyes iced over. "You better stop playin' games with me." He panted.
She met his challenge with a lean inwards of her own, 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 told her through gritted teeth as his grip on her wrists tightened.
The extent of Sydney's wit had been reached as his hands sent a cold chill through her buzzing body, unable to form a response as the tingling between her legs only continued to get stronger. She bit her lip instead, looking up into his eyes as hers became hooded with lust while she fought the urge to strip down right there.
Tig looked over her expression with a snort. "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 doorway of the clubhouse, startling Tig who immediately 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.
Tig chortled sadistically as he watched the colour drain from her face. "Looks like I'm not the only one in popular demand." He slapped her ass, startling her this time. "Point for me." He winked. "Get goin'." His voice was a playful growl as he nudged her towards the clubhouse.
Gemma was sitting at a picnic table by the door, smoking a cigarette while she observed the party - as she usually did - and the look on her face as Sydney approached her, told her that she had seen their entire exchange. The green-eyed woman sighed deeply as she sat herself at the table and put her head down in defeat as she shook with humourless laughter.
"Sydney." Gemma said firmly, bringing her head snapping straight up. "Just do it. Take the risk. You're both too damn stubborn." She shook her head thoughtfully. "One of you needs to have the balls to take the step."
"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... What if things change?"
"Things will change, sweetheart. But you keep going the way that 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." She smiled sympathetically. "He has hardly known any love in his life... So if you have feelings for him, you need to tell him."
Sydney didnt respond, keeping her gaze fixed on the peeling paint of the blue 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." She narrowed her eyes.
Sydney bit her lip and shook her head, chuckling at Gemma's never-ending ability to tell her exactly what it was that she needed to hear. "Okay." She nodded gently at first, then rapidly as she convinced 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 once he reached the bar, realizing that Sydney wasn't behind him. "God dammit..." He muttered to himself, craning his neck 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 to 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, ignoring the twitch in his dick as he too thought about that pretty little mouth.
"You like her, don't ya?"
Tig felt his body tense with a rush of unexpected defense. "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. So get it done before someone else does, and shit gets messy." He patted his Sergeant on the shoulder before heading outside.
Sydney politely nodded to Clay on her way through the clubhouse, the building panic in her chest almost reaching its peak as she made to pass him. "Princess, can I talk to you for a second?" He nodded towards the bar.
Fuck. This was not going to help her already shot nerves. "Of course, boss. What's up?" She tried to keep her voice level as she 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 nodded sincerely.
"I'm glad to hear that, sweetheart..." He smiled. "Now, you wanna tell me what's really goin' on with Tigger?" His tone was playful as he switched gears, but Sydney could tell that it was still firm enough to know that 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 with a roll of her eyes.
"You don't care about the opinion of your President?" He mused.
"Depends what his opinion is..." She challenged with a smirk. "Nah, I know that the club comes first..."
"I ain't got a problem with it." He shrugged. "You're the best thing that I've seen happen to that crazy prick... I think he could use an old lady to hold him down... He ain't 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 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 quietly, knowing that it would be the final push that she needed - whether she knew it or not.
His words took Sydney aback as all of the thoughts that she'd subconsciously drowned out were brought back up to the surface. She tried her best to ignore the grimness and the guilt, instead thinking about what her dad would tell her to do; which she knew 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, hoping to lighten 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?" Juice nodded excitedly.
"For what?" Sydney scowled.
"Darts."
"Wow." She snorted, raising an eyebrow. "You boys got me all worked up thinkin' that we were playing strip poker."
"Nah, see it's not that simple, sweetheart." Tig draped his arm over her shoulders as he turned her towards the dart board. "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 whatever we want." Tig explained the rules to the game that had gotten the sleazy men countless blowjobs from wasted croweaters.
"Wow..." Sydney snorted again. "What's next? Spin the bottle, or Bloody Mary?" She teased, earning a few snickers but nobody let 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 with a groan 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 clearly saving himself from having to take a shot - her eyes widening when both Tig and Juice picked up their glasses.
"County... Favor for the club." Juice sighed shamefully.
Sydney nodded with her lips pursed as she tried not to laugh, looking up at Tig with a raised brow - daring to ask for his explanation. "My old man used to rape me." He said nonchalantly - almost humourously - with a shrug.
"It all makes sense..." Juice nodded slowly.
A few more turns were taken, Opie hit a bullseye, daring Half-Sack to tell Gemma that she gives him a 'MILF chubby', which they knew wouldn't go over well with Clay...
While everyone was paying attention to the poor prospect, Sydney felt Tig's hand trail up the back of her thigh, and 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 his large hand squeezed her ass. She shivered again, the tingle in her face turning to a grimace as she felt him making his way around her body - knowing that he was about to bust her for the second time today as he began rubbing her over her panties.
"Already wet for me, Princess?" She heard the regretful 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 where she tried unsuccessfully to get him to stop his assault on her in the middle of the clubhouse.
She leaned her head back to rest on his shoulder. "Watching you fight was hot." She breathed into his ear as her tongue grazed his skin while she spoke against it. She was grasping at straws, hoping that maybe, just maybe, throwing him the bone would give him the satisfaction that he craved enough to stop - but of course, she had been wrong. Everything about the way that he moved had her yearning for more, and he knew it.
Tig finally removed his hand as Half-Sack make his way back, straightening her dress while she trembled. "You know you guys probably just cost me my rocker, right?" He 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, holding the naive man's gaze as she reached for her shot glass and tipped it back, chortling as his eyes widened 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, for scientific reasons - of course.
A few more darts hit the board and the usual mundane questions came about. On Sydney's turn, she threw off to the right. "Never have I ever..." She decided to save herself from the alcohol. "Had my dick sucked." Her lips curled up slightly as everyone took their shots; everyone except Half-Sack.
"Awe..." She giggle-pouted as his face turned bright red, grabbing his shoulder and massaging it lightly - she hadn't meant to embarrass her friend even further. "Don't worry, Kippy. I'll be your wing-woman." She winked.
Bobby's turn came back around, and Sydney realized why he'd wanted to go first as he just barely hit the board now that the alcohol had kicked in. "Never have I ever." He looked right into Sydney's eyes as he spoke. "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.
"It was against the sink..." Sydney cocked her head in his direction. "Better luck next time, old man." She winked at Bobby.
The guys stared at her in utter disbelief, looking to Tig who shrugged in confirmation - taken aback by not only her clever response, but her easy admittance.
A few rounds later, Juice finally hit a bullseye - trying desperately to get Sydney to crack as he dared her to lift a gun off of an older man sitting at the bar - one of their most temperamental regulars.
"Ah, I see now... This little dart game is initiation." She smirked, nodding slowly. "Watch and learn, boys." She shook her head 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.
"I am now." He let out a hearty chuckle as his eyes slid over her.
"Yeah?" She grinned as she fiddled with the lapel of his shirt with her right hand while opening his holster with her left. "I heard you were a hard one to please..." She whispered into his ear.
"Well I think you could break my streak, darlin'." He bit his lip with an animalistic nod.
"I guess we'll see about that." She cocked her brows as she pulled away from his face. "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." She slapped her forehead with her free hand. "I'm seeing double." She rolled her eyes with an apologetic smile. "She can help you break your streak..." She nodded to a brunette who was working the bar, winking as she slowly trailed her fingers down his blue plaid-covered chest and walked back to her group, gun in hand. "Heads up." She tossed the revolver to Juice who flinched out of his trance and fumbled to catch it.
"I think I'm in love..." Opie nodded dreamily.
"Yeah... Me too." Tig answered just as dazed, not taking his eyes off of Sydney as he patted the tall man on the chest.
Sydney felt Tig's hand back on her 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 as he tipped his shot back. Half-Sack and Juice stood their ground proudly while Tig and Bobby downed their liquor, but Sydney hesitated - building up the courage before she grabbed the shot glass and downed the Jager that burned a little extra this time.
Tig's eyes twinkled as he tried to figure out what it meant. There was no way that she just admitted that she was in love with him... Was there? He didn't know, but he knew that tonight was his chance to find out.
The Sergeant himself was up next, twirling his dart before hitting a perfect bullseye. Sydney inhaled sharply as her eyes fell closed. She should've known that a man as lethal as Tig would do best under pressure, and now she was going to suffer for it.
"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 with a quick shake of her head.
"C'mon, pussycat. You wanted to play strip poker... I'm speedin' up the process for ya." He grinned.
"It's the name of the game, sweetheart." Juice shrugged.
Sydney ran her tongue across her teeth as her expression remained hard. "I'll tell ya what, darlin'." Tig shrugged. "I'll give you one 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, stomping up to the board where she ripped out his perfect shot. She huffed back to the line, placing one foot in front of the other and closing one eye as she lined up her shot, bending her knee just as she released - hitting the wall just beside the board which earned an uproar of victorious whistles and hollers.
"You don't play fair." She pouted angrily as the curly-haired man grinned down at her.
"Too bad. Let's go." Tig growled with a nod to her still fully-clothed body.
"Fuck you guys." She spit out before storming off down the hall.
They all chuckled as they watched the little firecracker throw her temper tantrum - something they'd been waiting patiently 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, and when he'd crossed it - realizing that maybe the young girl really had been too good to be true after all, and somewhere along the way his clouded judgment had begun to overestimate her.
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 scowled, watching the skinny kid saunter off with a goofy smile that suddenly appeared after an hour of sulking.
"Maybe she came through with someone to suck his dick." Bobby suggested with a husky laugh when 'Pornstar Dancing' started playing through the speakers, amping up the crowd of excited party-goers as they moved to the dance floor.
Opie had an angry scowl on his face as he watched the ordeal. "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's jaw went slack as he watched Sydney while she strutted 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 spread across her 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 it for. She shared a smile with Jessica as the two began to put on a show, twisting and stalking around the pole as they ran their hands over each other's bodies. 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 where 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 keeping their drooling at a respectable distance.
"D-darts." Juice stammered.
Sydney rounded the pole again, stomping her foot right between Tigs fingers where they held onto the edge of the podium, her lips curling into a cocky smile when he didn't do as little as flinch.
Half-Sack waited by the sidestep, holding onto 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 would never expect from somebody in this life.
Sydney walked over to the sidestep where she sat down on it, watching as Tig stiffly walked 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. "Help me down, would ya Sarge?" She held out her hand to him.
He obliged, stopping her as she made to grab her dress from Half-Sack - quickly ripping it out of his bony hands and holding it open for her shrug back into. She raised a brow, mouth slightly ajar as she smirked at him, turning to walk away - buttoning her dress back up as she made her way back over to the pool table.
"Satisfied?" The eyes of the men were all on her exposed cleavage as they nodded. "Good. We should play again sometime." She smiled eagerly, leaving the stunned men as she walked over to the bar.
"Holy shit!" The croweater behind the bar squealed. "Girl, you even got my pussy wet with that show." Sydney didn't even know the poor girl's name, but she appreciated the compliment anyway.
"Thanks, love." She chuckled. "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 before she could protest.
The brunette gave Sydney the look as Tig walked their drinks over to a secluded table near the entrance of the bar. She rolled her eyes with a playful smile before getting up to follow him when she stopped - realizing 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?"
"Sure thing!" She nodded eagerly.
Sydney flashed a toothy grin as the young brunette let her control her as if she was a Son. She watched her walk over to Half-Sack who looked uncomfortable at first - tossing him a wink across the room before he immediately let her lead him down the hall.
Making her way over to Tig, Sydney sat herself on the barstool at the tall table while he stood leaning against it. But the second that she was comfortably seated, her chair was being slammed against the wall.
"Didn't know you could dance like that, darlin'." He placed a hand on the wall behind her, leaning in 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 bit the inside of her lip as 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 as she tried her hardest not to give him the satisfaction that 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 now as the deeper penetration sent a wave of shocking pleasure through her body - the feeling of his hands on her so boldly being 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. "Nah." He pinned her against the wall. "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. "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.
"Yes."
"Yes what?" He demanded.
Her lips curled up slightly in defiance before a strong flush 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 - this was about possession.
The epiphany allowed her to regain some control of her body this time, not just her mind. "You love this shit, don't you?" She sneered, leaning as close to his face as she could get as his body stiffened. Her hands moved to grip his shoulders, looking deep into his eyes with a fiery stare that almost scared him. "I see right through you." She taunted as she began rolling her hips to meet the thrusts of his digits. "You wish that you could be angry and hide away what you think is 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.
Tig growled terrifyingly low as his blue eyes darkened significantly before he took 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 only let her have temporary control. "Yeah, I do." He confirmed easily. "But you ain't so innocent either, dollface. You've been thinkin' about this for weeks - runnin' around here like a damn tease, and toying with me like a little brat when I know how much you love sitting here with my hands on you." He taunted her this time.
"You love that I'm your naughty little girl, Sergeant." She teased 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 stomping away. Before, her win had benefitted him - but he wouldn't be losing tonight.
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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)