She followed him to his bike and watched as he threw one leg over it. Taking a deep breath, she took the helmet he offered her and delicately placed it on her head. Once he was satisfied it was on correctly, he told her to just swing a leg over it and that she could lean on him if she needed to. Taking another deep breath she did as she had been instructed. Smiling when she slid onto the bike, he told her to wrap her arms around his waist and hold on tightly. She wondered why that was until he started it up and then took off. She was quite certain she'd have fallen off if she hadn't been holding on to him so tightly!
Her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest. She'd never been on something so fast before. As they zipped around corners, she closed her eyes. How did they not fall off these things? Suddenly, as if she just noticed it, she felt the wind whipping through her hair and felt the rumble of the Harley beneath her. Is this what the appeal was? She squeezed his waist tighter and then she felt the rumble of what was his laughter. A moment or 2 later, she felt his hand on top of hers. Something about the gesture comforted her and she tried to enjoy the rest of the ride. Where was he taking her? They were going the opposite way than they way they'd went the previous evening!
Just about an hour after leaving her hotel, he finally pulled into the hopping parking lot of what appeared to be a steak house. Once he let the kickstand down, she slipped off the back and took the helmet off. He watched as she smoothed out her hair before turning to him. Without a word, he turned and walked into the restaurant which was nearly packed. She didn't know it but he had called ahead to reserve a table. It was a good thing the owner of the place knew Tig and was happy to reserve a table for him! Once they'd gotten their drinks, she had to ask.
"What did you mean about your 'intel officer' earlier?" She inquired
He chuckled, "I'm in an MC, a motorcycle club, called the Sons of Anarchy. He's just a member of it."
"What do you do? In the club, I mean?" She asked
He couldn't help but smile. It had been a very long time since he had to explain the club to someone. Most women he knew already knew everything about the club that they needed to know.
"I'm the Sergeant-At-Arms." He simply stated
"What the fuck does that mean?" She questioned, making him laugh
"I'm the enforcer of the rules. If someone needs 'punishment', I deliver it. I keep the order of the club, basically." He said
"Punishment? No, I don't want to know. Never mind." She stated, as she decided that was something she didn't need to know
"Sometime that is merely beating the hell out of someone in the boxing ring, other times it's a bit more severe. Once I used a blow torch to remove a tattoo from an ex-communicated member's back because he refused to have it removed." He explained, slightly worried his confession would make her turn and run for the hills
"I see. That must be a hard job." She replied, staring at him
"It can be. It's a necessary evil, ya know? There are rules and everyone knows there are consequences of breaking those rules. So, why exactly aren't you working?" He said
"Well, I figured I have a basic idea of when I'm going to die. Why shouldn't I do the things I've always wanted to? Why shouldn't I use my remaining time to try the things I've always wanted to or discover things I'd like to try? Why should I sit at home bawling saying 'why me?' or 'poor, pitiful me!'?" She explained
He nodded his head. She did make sense! He was sure Donna would have done things a bit differently if she knew she would die that night after the party. Hell, he couldn't help but wonder how he'd live if he knew how much time he had left. He was watching her face as she chatted with the waitress about food and couldn't help but notice just how flawless her skin looked. Her chocolate eyes seemed to sparkle when she got excited about something the waitress said and her slight southern accent seemed to get thicker. Under normal circumstances he'd find her accent annoying but it was kind of adorable with her. He wanted to spend more time with her, although he still didn't know if it was because in the back of his mind he knew she'd be dieing in 6 months or so or if there was true chemistry between them.
He ordered what he wanted and was thankful the waitress finally left. It took him by surprise when he realized he was actually a bit jealous of their waitress since she had Devin's attention! Since he met her yesterday at the diner she was all he could think about. There was just something in the way she was so defiant to him, the way she played coy with her answers that just got to him. Everyone who knew him knew better than to pull that shit. Yet she had actually sucked him in with it. Suddenly he began to wonder if she'd ever been with anyone. She looked young, no older than 20, but these days that didn't really mean shit. Oh yeah, he definitely wanted to get in her panties!
His grin made her slightly uneasy. She figured he'd started daydreaming about getting in her panties. 'Typical male!', she thought. Then she really started thinking about the idea. Although she hadn't been with alot of guys, she was no innocent little angel in the bedroom. Looking at him, she began to wonder what he was like in the bedroom! Perhaps if he was good then she'd stick around and get a few kicks before riding off into the sunset. Yeah, that seemed like a good idea! Maybe she'd ask him to her room for a drink, even though there was absolutely nothing in her room to drink. Well, it would get him into her room. That's always a good start!
After dinner he noticed she seemed a bit nervous. She avoided making eye contact and her voice lacked the confidence she'd had when he first picked her up. Even when they hopped on his bike, she wasn't holding on as hard as she had been on the drive up. He began to wonder if he'd said something that finally scared her off. He grabbed her arms and moved so she was holding on quite tightly and then revved the engine. He felt her jump behind him but a moment or 2 later she was pressing herself into his back. He could feel her natural suppleness just begging to squeezed pressing into his back. Right now all he really wanted was her naked beneath him. He wondered if he could worm his way into her room when he dropped her off later?
They drove the hour or so back to Charming with thoughts of sex. It had been far too long for her and he was just a horny beast. He finally pulled up to her hotel and shut the engine off. She carefully slid off the back and slowly took the helmet off before handing it to him. He noticed her hands shaking slightly and wondered if she was scared of him or just nervous about something.
"Wanna come up?" "Can I come up?" They stated at the same time
She blushed while he chuckled to himself. Knowing she wanted him to come up to her room he knew how the night would end. Or so he thought. She kicked a small rock with the toe of her shoe before mumbling something and then slowly making her way up the stairs to the second story and to her room. He eagerly followed, wanting to get her naked as quickly as he could. She threw her purse on the dresser and turned to Tig. Before she knew what was happening his lips were on hers and his arms were firmly around her waist, effectively pulling her as close to him as he wanted her.
She melted into his tall frame which he took as his cue to her submission to him. Breaking from their kiss, he slipped her shirt off quickly while she worked on his. She slipped out of her heels when he started working on unbuttoning her jeans. She had to giggle when he pushed her onto the bed and then finished undressing himself. She was only left in a pair of neon pink lacey boy shorts which he took a moment to admire. She bit her lip until he crawled up the bed. Pulling him to her, she crashed her lips to his and then lightly bit his bottom lip earning a smile from him. Oh yes, this was definitely the perfect end to this evening!