Okay, for those of you who don't know, my OC is the adopted daughter of Clay from the FX series Sons of Anarchy, another little obsession of mine. Her biological brother is Bobby from Four Brothers. I own none of these shows or movies nor do I own any of the characters….if I did, Garrett Hedlund would be handcuffed to my bed right this minute and I would not have time to write any fics…lol

Also, this story contains graphic…GRAPHIC PEOPLE!...language and smut, if it isn't your thing, why are you reading? Still, don't be offended, not my intention…..On with the show…..

Chapter 3

The next night, Chris and Chrystal were having a good time, laughing and joking at the bar, when a guy came up and asked Chris to dance. She hopped up from the stool and let him grab her hand and drag her off to the dance floor to the beat of Will Smith's Party Starter. The guy introduced himself as Eric, he was tall with brown, close-cropped hair and green eyes and a really nice body, Chris noticed with a grin as they danced sexily together.

She had spent the whole day forcing herself to not think of Billy. Finally, after lecture number one thousand, she had stiffened her spine and called her step-mom. She had poured her heart out to Gemma and as always, Gemma had given her excellent advice. She told Chris to put her big girl panties on and get the fuck over it. She had convinced Chris, during their hour long call, that there was nothing at all wrong with having a one-night-stand and that Chris should just treat it as such. Gemma had ended the call by also throwing in that it would be wise to never mention her sex life to Clay, as her father was liable to fly all the way to Boston to defend his little girls virtue.

It was very hard to not giggle at the image, especially when she thought that if her dad knew what had happened in that bed last night, he would really flip his lid and bring the whole club with him. The idea then caused Chris to shudder at the images of the carnage that would follow. She had resolved that whatever happened, her dad was not going to hear about it from her.

Chris drew her attention back to the guy in front of her as she once more, pushed thoughts of a certain sexy gang lord out of her head as she felt Eric's hands settle on her hips as he danced closer.

Chrystal sat at the bar talking to a guy that had started a conversation with her when she felt a hand on her elbow and she turned to see Joe, Billy, Mandy and a couple of their guys with them with a pretty black girl, all looking around curiously and the guys checked out the nearest women while Billy glared around and Joe shot daggers at the guy next to Chrystal.

"Hi!" Chrystal said with a wide, slightly drunk smile, "You guys are here! Did you have any trouble finding the place?"

Joe grinned at her as his gaze roved over her body in its dark red velvet mini dress, "Nope. We made Mandy come with us so we wouldn't have a problem finding the place." Not that Tommy and Dog weren't parked right outside until five minutes ago, it being their turn to follow Chris today.

"Where's Chris?" Billy barked above the noise level of the club full of people and pounding music as his gaze scoured the area.

Chrystal grinned again as she pointed to where Chris was dancing extremely close to the brown haired guy, who had a plain look of lust on his face as he watched her sway sexily to the music.

Everyone saw Billy's jaw tighten and his lips thin as his hands clenched into fists. He had been in a bad fucking mood all day, ever since he woke up and reached across his bed, expecting to find Chris's warm, curvaceous body next to his and only encountered empty space and a cold spot. He got out of his bed and stalked to the bathroom to find it empty. After checking the whole apartment and waking up Joe who told him that she had left at four in the morning, he had punched a hole in the wall and stalked back to his room, thoroughly pissed.

His temper had taken a nosedive when, by the time Spink had gotten to their apartment that morning, the girls were already gone. He had expected her to at least call him sometime during the day and then he would have the chance to make it perfectly clear that leaving without telling him was just not done in Billy Darley World.

Neither was this shit he was seeing now. No woman of his was going to be dancing like that with any other man, except him, and only when naked. As he stood there watching her getting practically fucked with her clothes on by this asshole, Joe, Jamie, Baggy, Mandy, Bodie and Alisha, Bodie's girlfriend, got extremely nervous when they saw the signs of a major ballistic episode coming on in the Darley Temper Spectrum. The guys immediately jumped in front of him to hold him back as the veins in his head popped out as they said shit to try to calm him down.

"Billy man," Bodie practically begged, "Don't do nothing stupid dawg. This ain't the time or the place."

"Yeah bro," Baggy said trying to reason with him, "she's just dancing with the dude."

"DANCING!" Billy screamed, luckily, his voice was drowned out by the music to all but those standing close to him. The people not in his gang took one look at the dangerously pissed man and scooted off. "SHE GOES FROM MY FUCKING BED TO RUBBING UP AGAINST THIS ASSHOLE? DOES THAT LOOK LIKE FUCKING DANCING TO YOU?"

"Billy, dawg, be reasonable." Jamie's calming tone broke through the red haze clouding Billy's vision, "Did you tell her anything about you wanting to keep her around?" When Billy looked blankly at him, he answered, "No, you didn't did you? So how is she supposed to know that it was more than a one night stand to you?"

"That's right Billy." Chrystal told him tremulously, her buzz quickly leaving as she saw his reaction, "She thinks it was just sex for you."

Fuck! They were right. He hadn't mentioned anything along those lines to her, the words that fell out of his mouth being only ones of lust and hunger.

Seeing Billy start to calm down from his murderous rage, Mandy grabbed him courageously by the upper arm and dragged him over to the bar with the rest of the gang following and crowding around. Joe looked around and smiled smugly when he noticed that the dick that Chrystal had been talking too disappeared. "Mark!" Chrystal tapped the bar, "Can we have some shot glasses and a bottle of Jack?"

The bartender quickly placed glasses in front of the group and a bottle of whiskey and made himself scarce. Once everyone had a shot, Mandy poured Billy another one and started talking, "Billy, you gotta understand something. Chris, she's not one of the Skank Squad at the Four Roses. She ain't gonna wait around for you to call her when you want to see her. She's got too much pride to let you use her like that."

"Don't you think I fucking know that already Mandy?" Billy snarled, "If I thought that she was that easy, I wouldn't want her around. I can have any of those bitches at the drop of their panties."

"Yeah," Mandy snorted and poured them both another shot and then handed the bottle off to Chrystal and the others, who were listening avidly, "That's the problem." She downed the shot and wheezed, "Billy, you didn't tell her anything about wanting her for anything other than sex. Now she probably thinks that because you got what you wanted, you'll go back to your usual stable of whores and she's not about to let you turn her into one of them now that any challenge she presented for you is over." She drank another and coughed, "Jesus, how can you guys drink this shit like it's water?" she asked looking at the glass.

Billy drank and said absently, "You get used to it." His calculating gaze sought Chris out as she stood on the other side of the bar talking to the asshole while they shared a drink, oblivious to the crowd watching and flicking their eyes back and forth from her flirting to Billy's jaw clenching again.

"I don't think I will, thanks." Mandy said as she signaled for the bartender again and ordered a Bacardi and Coke, a Mind Eraser for Alisha, Sex on the Beach for Chrystal and beers for the boys. "Listen, if you want her for a relationship, you got to tell her straight up. But let me warn you Billy," she pointed a finger in his face and he cocked an eyebrow at her bold move, "she won't put up with any cheating…none at all. She won't forget and she especially won't forgive, so you better be damn sure you can keep your pants zipped around other women or you will lose her faster than you can say 'oh damn'."

Billy considered Mandy's words as Chrystal's phone started ringing. Chrystal answered the call and it soon became apparent it was the guy Mandy had told them about. The one that Mandy and Chris called Derek the Dick. Billy and Joe made no attempt like the others to pretend that they weren't listening to every word.

When it started to sound like this guy was trying to order Chrystal back to her place so that he could come over, Joe had had enough and snatched the phone out of Chrystal's hand, "Yeah, this is Joe Darley. That's right, Billy's brother. Go find yourself another piece of ass somewhere else dickhead 'cause this one's taken. You better forget her fucking number and if I hear about you sniffing around, I'll be introducing you to my fucking gun asshole!" he snapped the phone closed and pulled an astonished Chrystal into a harsh kiss.

Alisha laughed and Mandy said, "Seems Chris isn't the only one getting claimed tonight!"

"Damn straight!" Joe said smugly as everyone laughed at Chrystal's dazed expression.

Just then, Chris came through the crowd around the bar area and faltered for a minute as she saw Billy leaning casually against the bar with an unreadable expression on his face as he watched her drag Eric with her. Shit, she had completely forgotten that Joe was supposed to come to the club. Even if she had remembered, she had fully expected Billy to not be there seeing as he already got what he wanted. Chris drew on her inner Gemma, squaring her shoulders and acting like it was no big deal, she greeted everyone cheerfully and introduced Eric to everybody.

Her jaw dropped when she introduced Eric to Billy and Billy looked at the brown haired man's out-stretched hand and said without taking it, "Get the fuck outta here asswipe, you're wasting your time."

"I'm sorry?" Eric said as he looked at Chris as she gazed open mouthed at the tattooed bald man.

"I said, you're wasting your fucking time with this one. It's my bed she'll end up in tonight, just like it was my bed she got fucked six ways from Sunday in last night too." Billy stated with a cold smile as he drank his beer. He then leaned against the bar, the edges of his jacket falling open enough for the guy to get a good fucking look at the gun in the waistband of Billy's jeans and added with a deadly edge to his deep voice, "I see you rubbing yourself against her ever again dickhead and you'll be eating the barrel of my fucking gun by dawn!"

The guy blanched pure white and disappeared so fast that it made the rest of the guys laugh so hard that both Baggy and Jamie were wiping tears out of their eyes as Chris stared at a still smirking Billy with her mouth open. In shock that he had said that to Eric. What was he trying to do? Keep her alone while he was free to fuck anything in a skirt? He held her gaze as he drank his beer and then quirked an eyebrow at her as if daring her to defy him. She felt her temper starting to spike and decided to bail on the whole situation before she made a scene like trying to strangle him and getting barred from the club.

Her mouth snapped shut and Baggy, who was the one standing the closest to her, took an instinctive step back as he saw signs of an imminent explosion. She whirled around and stomped away, Billy quickly following her without the smile.

He caught up with her in the alley right outside the back door of the club and grabbed her upper arm in a vice grip. Whirling her around to face him, he opened his mouth to lay down the law and was shocked when she slapped him hard across the face making his head snap to the side.

His first instinct was to knock her into next fucking week. He never took shit from a woman, but he also knew that for some reason, he just couldn't do that to her, yet neither could he just let it go and let her think she could slap him whenever she wanted. He narrowed his eyes at her as he growled dangerously, "Don't ya ever do that again."

"Get the fuck away from me!" she snapped as she tore herself out of his grip, "I can't fucking believe you!" she screamed as she pushed at his shoulders, making him stumble back a couple of steps, "Who the FUCK do you think you are!"

Who did he think he was? He'd fucking show her who he was and who she belonged to now.

He grabbed her again by the upper arms, ignoring the slaps and her cursing and slammed her into the brick wall next to the back door, his mouth covering hers with crushing force. When she refused to open her lips after his tongue licked at the seam, one of his large hands went to her face and gripped her jaw, prying it open for him to deepen the kiss as his body pinned hers against the brick, not giving her a chance to escape.

Not breaking the kiss for even a moment until he felt her body relax, the kissed gentled, coaxing and arousing, as he let her arms go and started making slow, sensual sweeps of her curves before one large hand drifted to her breast and squeezed gently. Hearing her whimper with pleasure made his already rock hard erection twitch and throb as he ground against her.

She circled her hips against his as she ground herself against him in return. The knowledge of where they were and the fact that anyone could see them disappeared from the awareness of both of them as Billy roughly pulled her bra up until the roundness of her breasts popped out of the bottom. Pulling her camisole shirt up to bare her to his hot gaze. He swooped down and bit one nipple lightly before he started sucking as one of his hands tweaked the other nipple just shy of painfully. His other hand ran roughly up the inside of her thigh and under her short skirt and reached her panties where it zoomed past the elastic until she hissed as one thick finger entered her and his thumb swiped over her clit teasingly.

Chris threw her head back as Billy bit her nipple again as his thumb pressed into her clit hard and started a slow circling movement. She felt like she was on fire for him. She needed him now. She lowered her hands from where they had been clutching the back of his neck to the front of his jeans where she pulled at the zipper before sliding her hand sneakily past his boxer briefs to wrap around his hard length firmly and tug.

Billy gasped as he felt her small hand close around him and he pushed into her tight grasp. He shoved another finger inside of her and curved them up and around, rubbing at the rough patch, making her moan and whimper, "Billy—please."

With a guttural growl, he broke away from her and turned her around, pulling her skirt above her waist as he ripped off her panties and unbuckled his belt, pushing his pants down to his thighs. Pushing her down with a hand on her back, so that she was bent over with her head on the unforgiving brick wall and her hands splayed out on the rough brick, he grasped his cock in one hand, lined himself up with her dripping entrance and slammed into her forcefully with a single shove. Without giving her time to adjust to his size in this position, he grasped her tits in his hands and started thrusting into her like a madman, the only thought in his head to mark her as his and his alone.

Stopping only to brace his feet further apart and adjust his grip on her tits, he drove into her at an angle so that her hips hitched up with every pounding drive of his body slapping against hers and his balls hit her clit as he fucked her brutally. Chris adjusted her hands on the wall and pushed her body back into his to not only return his movements but to keep her face and head from banging off the wall. God, he was so deep this time, she could swear she could feel him in her stomach. It hurt a bit, a slight sting, but she didn't care. She forcibly relaxed her inner muscles and let him do what he wanted. She felt the pressure of her impending orgasm rush over her a split second before she cried out her release.

Billy grunted as her body clamped down on him, making her deliciously tight pussy get even tighter. Grasping her by her shoulders, he pulled her into him on every thrust, hitting her harder and faster, grunting like an animal at every movement until her juices splash back against his lower belly as she climaxed again. Wanting, needing her to know exactly who was fucking her, he let go of one of her shoulders and brought it down around her front where he found her clit, the tiny erect piece of flesh hard with her arousal. She immediately grasped his wrist with one hand, too sensitive to his touch, but he ignored her feeble attempts to make him move his hand as he clasped it lightly between his fingers and plucked at it as she cried out, begging, pleading, but never asking him to stop what he was doing.

Billy felt the electricity sizzling down his spine and into his balls as they drew up, signaling that he was about to blow. His hips moved faster until they seemed like a blur as he rubbed and squeezed her clit between his fingers. Moving his arm from around her shoulder until it circled her neck, he pulled her up slightly and whispered hotly in her ear, "Cum for me baby. I want to feel you again."

A low scream built up inside of her at the combination of his dirty words, his wicked fingers and his pounding thrusts and she felt an even bigger pressure coil tight in her belly, making her feel like her insides were going to fall out. Blackness invaded her vision as she let it go. Her heart was beating so fast that she feared she was having a heart attack. Suddenly, she was flying and Billy was groaning, whispering things in her ear, things that she couldn't understand, except for one word, "Mine!"

Billy felt her body pulse around him and groaned as he shoved himself as deep as he could and ground against Chris as he spewed his cum deep inside of her. He grunted again as his body jerked uncontrollably, making him buck against her a few times, milking his cock of all fluid for what seemed like hours. Regaining enough of his senses to grab her closer as her legs gave out; he fell to his knees, panting like he had just run for miles. Pulling out of her and laying her across his lap, he waited until he had regained his breath and took stock of the situation.

There was no way he could take her inside now. Not only was she totally out of it, but the front of his pants was wet with a combination of their fluids. He propped her up against him and tucked himself back into his jeans. Picking up her ruined panties off of the ground, he placed them in his pocket as he rearranged her skirt so that it covered her and pulled her bra down, covering her nipples after giving each of them a soft kiss.

Billy stood up and swung her up into his arms and exited the alley in search of his Mustang. Once he had placed her in the front seat, after making sure that she was merely sleeping and not dead from sexual overload, he pulled out his cell and dialed Joe.

"Yeah Billy?" Joe answered with a strange tone to his voice.

"Tell Chrystal I'm taking Chris home and ask her to take Chris's car and if she will drop you guys off." Billy said.

Joe covered the mouthpiece of the phone and Billy heard his muffled voice speaking to someone before he came back on the line with a chuckle. "We were already deciding that when you called. Chrystal also told me to tell you that she has seen far more of your ass tonight than she ever wanted too."

Billy's eyebrows rose as he pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, "She saw us huh?"

"Yeah," Joe snorted, "I told her not to follow the two of you. I told her that you were more likely to fuck Chris stupid than kill her, but she didn't listen." He laughed.

Billy gave a gruff laugh and said, "Alright. Later." He ended the call and got into the car. Driving back to his place, Chris never woke up as he lifted her out and carried her to his apartment. Neither did she stir when he stripped her or when he climbed into his bed beside her, taking her cell phone number and programming his into her phone before placing both phones on the table next to him and drawing her against the warmth of his body in the cool room. Nuzzling his face into her neck, he went to sleep, determined to talk to her in the morning.

Chris came awake slowly, by degrees. The first thing that registered in her sleep-fogged mind was the coldness of the room that made goose bumps appear on her arms. She sensed a source of heat behind her and she cuddled instinctively closer, making muscular arms covered in solid black tribal tattoos tighten around her as warm breath let loose in a sleepy sigh ruffled the hair on the back of her head before resuming its deep snores.

She sighed as her mind flashed back to the previous night and the alleyway. Half of her was disgusted with herself for allowing herself to surrender to Billy, while the other half noted that she had never been taken like that before. Her ex-boyfriend had ever demonstrated such raw sexual need for her. She smiled wryly when she admitted to herself that he hadn't made her cum like that either. In fact, Billy had been the first man to given her, her very first non-self-induced orgasm. She didn't know what it was about Billy that made her mind completely shut down against the desires of her body. Her mind had always been actively engaged during sex, always thinking, wondering and worrying about all of her insecurities. Was she too fat—was she good in bed, that kind of stupid shit. But with Billy, it was like there was an animal inside of her that knew nothing beyond the urge to mate with him, there was no thought in her head beyond the sensations he drew out of her and the feel of his mouth, hands and body.

But now her brain was whirling a mile a minute as she cautiously slipped out from Billy's arms and gathered her clothes and phone. She tiptoed to the bathroom and dressed quickly. Letting herself out of the apartment, she jogged down the stairs and set off at a brisk pace for her place. The sun was just rising and the sky was various shades of color ranging from dark blue with stars to pink and orange just in the horizon, so she felt it was safe enough to walk knowing that there would be few people on the streets at this hour of the morning. The criminals would be heading to their lairs and the others would either be getting ready for work or sleeping off their partying from the night before.

As she walked, she tried to make sense out of her seemingly inability to say no to sex with Billy. The self-disgust welled inside of her as she thought to herself that she was now just like those pathetic women that hung around and begged for his attention. She knew she was worth more than that. From now on, she was just going to have to be stronger and if that didn't work, she would just make sure that she was never in a situation where she would end up anywhere alone with him. She was not going to be like those pitiful women that sit around and wait for some man to have the time to call her when all he wanted from her was sex.

Filled with her new determination, she didn't notice that she was crossing the area around the underpass where she knew that some of Billy's gang were always around selling their drugs until someone called her name. She turned sharply and saw one of Billy's boys—Dog, she thought his name was—jogging over to her with a concerned look.

"Hey baby girl," he said as if they had been friends forever, "what the hell you doing walking around alone at this time of night?"

Chris's eyebrow quirked, but she didn't take offense at his tone. He was just seemingly concerned about her and a part of her was grateful even if it was bullshit.

"Heading home and it's not night, it's morning." She pointed out.

Dog scoffed, "Yeah well, it's still dangerous for you out here alone." He took her elbow in his and said, "Come on, I'll walk with you back to your place." His tone made it clear that it was not an offer, but a demand. Chris didn't argue though, she simply marched on in silence at Dog's side until they reached her apartment and she smiled at him and thanked him for walking her.

She hurriedly let herself in with the spare key they kept in a loose brick next to the door and ran up the stairs to her room. The living room, she noticed, was littered with clothes telling her that Chrystal had not only made it back home, but had company. Chris briefly hoped it was Joe and not Dickhead Derek. She took a hot shower and dressed before grabbing her keys from the coffee table and heading out the door again.

She drove around for a while before pulling into the parking lot of a diner across town. Placing an order for pancakes and coffee, she pulled out her cell and dialed the long distance number, knowing that the person she needed to talk too was probably still sleeping. After a few rings, a deep voice answered sleepily and grunted, "What?

"Hey Bobby," Chris said weakly, "sorry to wake you."

The phone jiggling sounded as he probably sat up and he asked, much more alert, "Nah, its fine babe. What's the matter?"

Chris bit her lip, "Does there have to be something the matter for me to call my big brother?" she tried to tease.

He wasn't buying it obviously as he huffed and said, "No, but when my little sis calls me at the ass-crack of dawn, it tends to let me know that something is wrong, now what is it?"

She sniffed and before she knew it, she was pouring her heart out, telling him everything that happened and everything she was feeling. How upset with herself she was. Bobby stayed silent for the most part. Heart to hearts and mushy stuff really not being his forte. Finally he said something that was just so him, it earned a laugh from Chris, "So whose ass do I need to kick?"

Chris giggled again as she said, "Mine it seems."

"You sure I don't have to come down there and kick his?" Bobby asked eagerly, not liking that someone had made her cry and liking someone making her doubt herself even less.

Chris sighed and said, "No Bobby. He really hasn't done anything to me that I didn't want. It's me that's the problem."

"Have you tried talking to him about it?" Bobby asked with a trace of disgust for having to have this entire conversation.

Chris propped her chin on her fist and said, "No. He doesn't strike me as the type for those kinds of talks." She sighed and poked at her hash browns for a second as she swallowed over the lump in her throat and added, "Besides, from what I've heard, he gets free pussy every time he turns around so he has no need for just one woman. Kinda like you Bobby." She teased so that he wouldn't hear the hurt in her tone.

Bobby laughed and they chatted for a few more minutes before he said with all seriousness, "I think you should come here for a while. I would love to have you."

"I know." Chris smiled, "I'll think about it."

They said their goodbyes a couple of minutes later and Chris shut her phone off. Picking up the check, she paid for her breakfast before heading to work. She had managed to waste away the morning hours driving around and having breakfast, so she was only just on time for her noon to eight shift at the restaurant. Chrystal had the day off, so she didn't have to put up with any questions from the other girls at work who nothing about who Chris had slept with.

She put the whole mess on the back burner of her mind as she concentrated on work.