Twenty-Two

Eden had long since started to regret taking on the challenge that was the Sam's Yard office, especially in the now sweltering heat. She'd never been a fan of admin, although the evidence suggested she was still streets ahead of anyone who actually worked there, bar Lyla. Even so, she was glad of the distraction when the door opened and she heard footsteps approaching – not that she was going to admit it, not straight away at least.

Strong arms wrapped around her from behind, as she stayed elbow-deep in the filing cabinet.

"I thought I said no skiving?"

"What can I say?" Chibs growled in her ear. "Maybe I need disciplining ..."

She gave a little hum of pleasure in response to that, and to his roaming hands, before it turned to a frown. "What are you doing? Are you … doing up my buttons? Filip, it's boiling hot in here!"

She twisted in his arms to look quizzically at him, and he shrugged sheepishly as she started fixing the borrowed work shirt she'd thrown on, keeping it unbuttoned and knotted above her midriff over her tank top.

"Just thought … Never mind. Where's Charlie?" the biker asked, keeping his voice casual as he absently trailed a fingertip over his own name stitched over the pocket of the shirt.

"Sent him to get me iced coffee before I melted. That's okay, isn't it?"

"Course," Chibs nodded. "He's a prospect. He's meant to do what he's told. You can tell him to dance naked in the yard if you want …" He trailed off realising that what he'd said was contrary to what he was trying to achieve, trying to recover his footing quickly. "But maybe don't do that. No one needs to see that. Although … it would probably entertain Tig and Christ knows that man's got the attention span o' a goldfish … You don't want to see that though. Do you?"

"The prospect dancing naked?" Eden looked at him strangely, before reaching up to touch a hand to his brow. "Filip, how long have you been working in this heat?"

He tried to chuckle, but looking down into her gorgeous green eyes and taking in the sight of her toned curves - long tan legs on display in those tiny shorts, her full lips slick with gloss and begging to be kissed - he could only frown. "You know he fancies you?"

"Charlie?" she guessed, laughing lightly. "If he does, it's just a silly crush."

"He's a good-looking lad," Chibs shrugged. "When his face ain't beat to shite."

A little smile crept over Eden's face. "Jealous, baby?"

"Don't test me, Eden …" he warned, his scowl deepening.

But she just laughed and threw her arms around his neck. "I will when you're being an idiot," she insisted, but planting a little kiss squarely on his lips. "You really think I might run off with one of the prospects?"

"No," he admitted, letting his arms loop loosely around her waist. "Probably not. Definitely not Wheels."

"No, definitely not Wheels," she agreed. "Charlie is cute though … Oh, stop it! You are an idiot, you know that? Charlie's what? Twenty-one? I could almost be his mother!"

"And I could be your da," Chibs sighed.

"But you're not," she shrugged. "Although I could call you 'Daddy' if you're into that kinda thing …"

That finally got a laugh out of him and he started to realise he was probably being an idiot, not just making the most of what'd he'd got instead of questioning it. "You're a bad wee minx," he chuckled, letting his hands slip to her ass again and pulling her in tight against him.

"And you're still on the clock."

"But since I'm actually supposed to be the boss round here …" Chibs started, backing Eden towards the desk and reaching to tilt the blinds closed over the window before pushing her down on top of the scattered paperwork, kissing her deeply. "I make the rules."


The sudden shattering of glass and wail of a car alarm startled Eden and even distracted Chibs from devoting himself to his old lady.

"What the hell was that?" she gasped, flustered by the interruption and letting him pull her to her feet before he headed for the door, cursing under his breath.

"Can't leave these wee shites alone for five flaming minutes …" Chibs muttered, only stopping in his tracks when he spotted the culprit stood beside a freshly valeted car they kept as a loaner - now with a newly ventilated front windscreen - a baseball bat casually swinging from one hand. "In the name o' fucking Christ!"

"Ah, finally – the boss," came the greeting. "This lot told me you were busy. Thought I'd get your attention."

"My attention?" the Samcro president snapped. "Oh, you got my attention all right. And you'll be fucking lucky if I don't turn it to taking that bat and shoving it up your arse! What the holy hell are you playing at, fella?!"

"I called him."

"And who the fuck are you?" Chibs demanded, turning his glare on the bottle-blonde woman who stepped up with her arms folded smugly across her ample chest.

"One of your little tarts stole my car keys. No one takes what's mine."

Chibs stared at her in disbelief and then snorted with laughter before pinching the bridge of his nose wearily. "Give me fucking strength …" he muttered. "So you're the broad wi' the Beamer you reckon we damaged? Well, congratulations, you just part-traded it for a Volvo wi' no front windscreen. Now, you got thirty seconds to take your pet gorilla and fuck off outta my yard …"

"Are you threatening me? I'd think very carefully about threatening me if I was you."

"I ain't the one swinging the bat, darlin'. Yet."

"Oh, you think you're gonna take it off me, old man? I'd like to see you try," the man wielding it snarled.

The Samcro president simply smirked at that. "You ain't the sharpest tool in the box, are ya, son?" he drawled. "You got any idea who you're dealing wi' here?"

"Do you?" the woman snapped back. "Wait here, Mack – I'm getting my keys."

Storming towards the office, where Eden was stood watching from the doorway, she unceremoniously shoved past the younger woman, who only tried to get her attention when it looked like she might start ripping the place apart to find what she was looking for.

"Uh, can I help you?"

"Where are my goddamn keys, you little tramp?"

"Rude," Eden frowned, before a thought seemed to occur to her and she brightened as she reached into a pocket of her cut-offs. "Oh, these keys?" she asked, all pseudo-innocence, dangling them from a finger.

"Bitch!" the fuming woman spat, making a grab for them.

But Eden was too quick for her, stepping out of reach at the last second and only adding to her growing frustration and fury.

"Give me my fucking keys, before I tear that pretty hair out!" came the scream.

"You want 'em? Catch …" Eden shrugged, seeming to throw the keys straight at their seething owner, only for them to fly past her and be plucked out of the air by a waiting Chibs.

"Ta," he grinned. "Now, be a love and pass me the keys o' the Volvo – the nice lady's leaving and she's taking our new friend wi' the bat too. Just as soon as he's finished his wee chat wi' Quinn."

His old lady glanced across the yard, her eyes widening at the sight of the mountainous biker now calmly holding the bat in one huge fist and its struggling owner by the scruff of the neck in the other, his feet dangling a good inch off the ground.

"You haven't heard the last of this," the older woman gasped, pale beneath her caked-on make-up, before she seemed to think the better of elaborating and scuttled off.

"I better fucking had," Chibs sighed, watching her go before pulling Eden into his arms and sinking down on the office chair with her on his lap, resting his head against her shoulder. "I ain't cut out for customer service."


After the longest of days at the flat-out garage, part of Chibs felt like he should either take Eden to his for some peace or at least let her go back to Seth's apartment for a chilled-out night, but she'd waved off his suggestions, insisting she'd be more than happy to hang with him at the clubhouse.

It felt like she was getting the raw end of the deal to him, but she'd seemed content with takeaway food and a few beers by the bar, chatting and laughing with those joining them – most of his brothers, a couple of their old ladies, a few of the other non-patched mechanics. It definitely wasn't going to be a rowdy one by the looks of it, for any of them.

By the time he'd retired to a seat in the corner from which to preside over what he still couldn't get used to thinking of as his domain, some of their number had already called it quits and taken their leave. He'd watched with a largely neglected cigarette between his fingers as Eden accepted a peck on the cheek from Bug and hugged his wife Bonnie to say goodnight, before she made her way to his side and handed him a glass of whiskey just how he liked it – neat, one chunk of ice.

"You, my darlin', are an angel," he told her, leaning up for a kiss. "Seriously, giving up your day to be stuck dealing wi' our shite … Thank you, baby."

But she just shrugged it off with a little smile, her hands settling on his shoulders as she moved to stand behind him, her fingers kneading lightly at his muscles. "My man needed me – where else would I be?"

Her ministrations drew a groan of pleasure from him, prompting a grinning Tig to holler at them to get a room as he headed wearily for the door himself.

"Night, Tiggy," Chibs shouted back, flipping him the bird and pulling Eden down onto his lap. "Smartest thing he's said all day," he told her, with a little grin as he then stood up with her in his arms, carrying her bridal style towards the dorms.

"Uh, what do you think you're doing, mister?" she feigned innocence, her arms around his neck and a knowing sparkle in her eyes.

"Taking my old lady to bed."

"About time."


"That's what you've had on all day?" Chibs groaned in appreciation, leaning back against the pillows to watch as Eden shimmied out of the denim cut-offs that had been distracting enough already. The tiny crimson thong was next-level hot though. "C'mere."

Still in her tank top, she decided to oblige him, ending up straddling his hips as she let down her hair and he slid a hand into it to pull her into a deep kiss.

"Off," he instructed, gesturing to her top when they broke apart, his eyes fixed on her while she slowly lifted it up and over her head to fall discarded to the floor. "Jesus, Eden ..."

She flushed a little, as she still was prone to when he made his attraction so blatantly apparent, and the sight of her in the matching bra that displayed more than it covered up was definitely fuelling his desire.

"Good job I didn't see this earlier, lass," Chibs growled, his hands sliding over her thighs. "I'd have shut the bloody garage and gone bankrupt just to get you back here."

Eden leaned down to whisper in his ear, a shiver coursing down her spine as those strong hands skated up over her ribs and then reached around to unhook the fastening at her back. "Are you going to just look at me?" She shifted on top of him as he peeled away the delicate lace, slowly grinding against the growing bulge in his jeans. "Or are you going to … fuck me?"

The lust-blown gaze focused on her darkened, even as it flickered from her bared breasts to her lips to her eyes, and she gasped in surprise when he sat up suddenly, depositing her on her back in the centre of the bed.

"Careful what you wish for, love," he said, his voice low and rough. "You want a fuck, you'll get a fuck."

She just about managed to wait for him to strip before pulling him into a long, passionate kiss on top of her, their tongues tangling intimately, hands all over each other.

"I need you," Eden murmured against his lips, letting go just long enough to let him reach for a condom. "I want you inside me. Fuck me, Filip, please …"

Already rock-hard for his gorgeous old lady and spurred on by her words, Chibs kissed her hungrily before guiding her onto her hands and knees, making her cry out when he took her from behind in one long thrust. One hand gripped her hip, the other caressing the length of her spine – that tenderness even in the midst of something more raw and primal not lost on her, and she let him pull her up onto her knees to lean back against his chest as he murmured filthy sweet nothings in her ear and pressed hot kisses to her shoulder.

"Filip," she moaned breathlessly. "Oh god, yes …"

"Come for me, my darlin'," he urged her, holding her close as his thrusts became more erratic, one hand sliding downwards until his thumb grazed that sensitive little bundle of nerves and she arched against him.

"Oh, Filip." Eden caught her lower lip in her teeth and raked a hand through her dishevelled hair, on the verge of falling apart in his arms. "I'm so close."

Part of him wanted to just fuck her hard and fast until she fell over the edge and dragged him with her, but instead, the biker let himself slip out of her – shushing her whimper of protest as he laid her back down against the pillows, trailing open-mouthed kisses down her trembling body before easing one smooth leg over his shoulder and sheathing himself inside her tight heat again with a groan of his own.

It was probably just as he brought her to orgasm that the chain on the main gate into the compound was cut, but the decidedly occupied couple heard nothing until they were laid spent in each other's arms – and the first window shattered.