Since she was wearing a dress, she decided to hitch a ride with Tara to the party. They pulled up and some blonde girl was sitting at the entrance like she was queen. Kiera could feel the tension between Tara and the girl. Tara just moved to walk past her and get in without starting a cat fight but the bitch had other plans, she got right up in Tara's face. Kiera was about to step in when Jax came over before things got out of hand.
"I'll take care of her, Tara, just say the word." She gave a devious grin to the girl who knew to back down from Kiera. She must have heard about her beating up that croweater. Tara just shook her head and walked away. "She's with Jax, back off bitch."
"Whatever." The girl said as she walked away.
Juice looked over at the commotion of Jax running to keep Tara from a fight. He couldn't believe what he saw. Kiera was wearing a very short black dress that plunged down the front to her bellybutton and had no back to it. Her hair was up in a sexy ponytail behind her head, giving an amazing view of the wings tattooed on her back. His eyes made his way down her legs to her black stiletto heels that he couldn't help but picture her wearing to bed. Apparently, someone had been talking to him because a slap to the back of his head brought him out of his day dream of Kiera in only those heels.
"Stop drooling Juicy-boy." Chibs said, standing next to him and staring at Kiera as well.
"Yeah I know, don't touch. I've only heard that a thousand times." He shook his head. "Look at her, she's just asking for trouble dressed like that."
"Aye, don't worry we'll watch out for 'er. We always 'ave. In her teen years she was just as much trouble trying to get attention however she could."
He frowned. "You don't think it's a little different now? She's a grown woman. She's not some innocent little girl anymore."
"No, she's not." He seemed to think about that for a moment. "But she's still the daughter of SAMCRO. Tha' will never change. She's as precious to us as Gemma and any other old lady. We take care o' them. She's just a little different 'cause she's no one's old lady and probably never will be."
"You don't think she'll end up finding a biker like her mom and Gemma?" A small sliver of hope went through him.
He chuckled. "And have someone try to boss 'er around? Hell no. First guy who tried to control her would wind up with his balls in a vise."
Juice had already considered that, Chibs was just confirming his assumptions. That girl would never be his. Not that he was the type to order women around, but there were certain rules an old lady had to follow. Kiera was not the type to follow rules. "You're probably right." He walked away to grab a few drinks in hopes that he could drink until he didn't remember the amazing time they had at the cabin.
Kiera was determined to make Juice sorry he'd ever let her go. She caught him staring more than once but still kept himself distant from her, which only pissed her off more. Most of the actors there were women, probably to keep the new partners happy. She'd been with women before at college but knew that just making out with some whorish porn star wasn't going to be enough. That's when she saw him. He was surrounded by a few croweaters that had tagged along to the party but she knew those wouldn't be a problem to get out of the way. He was almost as tall as Opie and well built. It looked like he had some work done on his face but his blue eyes drew her in. It was all she needed.
He was sitting on one of the couches with a croweater on either side, one of them being the girl she punched. Kiera causally walked up and glared at the two other women. "Beat it. You're supposed to be here for SAMCRO not sucking whatever cock you can find." They scurried away and Kiera sat next to the actor who was laughing.
"Now how can they be so scared of someone so beautiful?"
She crossed her leg, shortening her skirt to a dangerous level. "Tigers are beautiful too, until you try to fuck with them." She pointed to the one with the still bruised eye. "See that shiner? Compliments of me."
"What did she do to deserve that? Try to fuck someone you had your eye on?"
"She didn't know who I was and talked to me like I was one of her whore buddies." She explained proudly.
"And just who are you?" He leaned a little closer.
"Kiera Teller. And you are?"
"Bruce." He offered a hand.
She laughed as he brought her hand to his lips. "That a real name?"
"Does it matter?" He leaned in and pressed his lips to the side of her neck.
She gave a soft moan. "Not in the slightest."
"Drinks?" He offered, still kissing along her neck.
"Anything strong." If she was going to have sex with this guy, she was going to need a lot of alcohol. He wasn't her type, and he wasn't who she wanted. What she just wanted was to prove a point.
She was torturing him and she knew exactly what she was doing. It was slowly driving him insane. He wanted her but couldn't have her. She wanted him but he wouldn't let her close enough, hoping that was right for the both of them. So that left him sitting on the sidelines while she threw herself at some idiot. He thought about playing her game and taking one of the porn girls home. He thought about going over there, grabbing Kiera from that guy and kissing her in front of everyone. He even thought about punching that guy. Only he didn't do any of those things. He just had a few drinks and talked to the few who weren't trying to just get laid. Of course at a party of mostly porn actors, those were hard to find. He saw Chibs keeping an eye on Kiera which he was thankful for. If that guy tried anything he knew the Scot would be right there to keep her safe.
It took a while but Kiera was starting to feel the affects of the alcohol. She knew she was drunk when Bruce started getting more attractive and she let him get further and further with her. They had moved to a semi-secluded couch with curtains around it. Everything was going fine until he pulled out a hand-held camera. "Not happening," she slurred.
"Come on baby. You're hotter than most of these girls here. You'd make a killing in porn." He flipped her dress open to expose her breasts.
She pushed his hand away. "I said no. You wanna fuck me. You put down the camera."
"Don't be such a priss. You came to me wanting to fuck me. Cameras are a part of the deal."
"Then the deals off. You aren't even worth it. I'm sure bikers are a better lay anyway." She stood up, a little unsteady and started to open the curtain.
"Figures, you're just another biker whore."
She turned and kicked him hard in the groin, sending him to the floor yelling in pain before grabbing his camera and smashing it. Everyone stopped talking and turned to them. She adjusted her dress and tore back the curtains.
"Jesus Kiera, can you not beat someone up for just one day?" Jax asked while he was heading out with Tara.
Chibs came running to her side. "What did he do to you?"
"He was an ass." She answered simply, holding onto Chibs since the floor didn't seem to want to stay still. "Take me home?" She asked Chibs with those big green eyes he could never say no to. He sighed and nodded. Maybe he could get her home and make it back in time to get laid, he thought to himself.
Chibs couldn't help but notice Kiera pressed against him on the back of his bike as they rode back to the clubhouse. He kept telling himself she was drunk and holding on to keep herself steady. They parked but she stayed on the bike as he climbed off. "Come on, lovey. Time for bed." He offered a hand as she swung her long leg over, shortening that dress and causing him to look away.
"Men are assholes." She insisted as they stumbled inside. "All I wanted to was to get laid and prove a point. All he wanted was to film it."
"Wha' point?" He asked, curious now, but she wasn't listening.
"I know I'm hot. I could make a shit ton in porn. But I'm not letting some guy put his dick in me for money."
"Tha's good. Now wha' point were ya tryin' to make?" He pushed as they walked through the empty clubhouse.
"Juice." She mumbled, waving a hand. "Stupid Juice."
"You stay away from them bikers. Yer ma taught you better than tha'."
They walked into her room as he tried to put her to bed. But that didn't seem to be what she was planning. When he shut the door behind him she pushed him hard against it. "You know, there's just something about you fucking bikers a girl can't stay away from." He could smell the tequila on her breath as her mouth came close to his. To make her point, she slid his hand up the side of her dress to show she wasn't wearing anything underneath. "That asshole got me all worked up." She slid his hand around, letting him feel how wet she was. Her smooth skin slid under his fingertips.
He groaned before pulling his hand away. "Dammit girl, yer drunk. It ain't right. I've known ya since before you was born."
"I'm a grown woman, Chibs." She rubbed her hand along the front of his pants before he finally grabbed her shoulders and sat her on the bed.
He gave her a gentle kiss, which he found was difficult to pull away from. "Get some sleep."
She plopped back on the bed pouting. He turned to grab her a blanket and when he turned back she was already passed out. He lifted her so she was fully on the bed, tucked her in and walked out. Chibs shut her door and leaned against it. Damn that girl, now he was all worked up.
Kiera couldn't remember the last time she had been that hungover. There was reasons she didn't usually drink tequila. She peeled off the slutty dress she'd apparently slept in and threw on some sweatpants, a SAMCRO tee-shirt and a pair of sunglasses. Coffee was the only thought she had as she headed out of her room. She didn't see Chibs right away as she sat on a stool and told the girl behind the bar to get her a cup of coffee.
"Hungover?" He asked softly as he moved from his seat to the one next to her.
She nodded, which caused a piercing pain to develop behind her eyes. "A bit. Cheap tequila is not nice to anyone."
"Remember anything from last night?"
Removing her sunglasses, she rubbed her face that still had some makeup smeared on it. "Yeah, I do. Sorry about throwing myself at you like that." She sipped her coffee as soon as the girl brought it out.
"Nothin' to worry about love." He tried to reassure her and kissed the side of her head. "Ya know I'm a little old for ya, right?"
She couldn't help but laugh even though it hurt her head to do so. "Please I had a professor in college that was a lot older than you. Got an A in that class and I even taught him a few things."
"Ya are trouble." He smiled as he saw the devious look in her eye. She was certainly not the little girl who rode on his shoulders anymore.
"All good Irish women are."
"Aye." He kissed her cheek, grinning. "Ya know yer beautiful and could get anyone ya wanted, right?"
"Somehow I seriously doubt that. Especially since they would have to get approval from the club." She saw Juice and another woman walk out of the back. Her nails dug into her palm and she forced her attention back to Chibs.
"We've only wanted wha's best for you. Always 'ave." He leaned in and kissed her cheek. "You are the best angel any guy could ask fer."
"And what's best for me is always having a fucked up relationship? Or possibly dating some biker and suddenly becoming an old lady?" She rubbed her temples. "Or I can just have casual sex with whoever I want and not deal with any of the bullshit of the first two options? Tell me what a girl should do in my situation."
He watched her for a moment before answering. "How about you do whatever makes ya happy? We will just have to deal with whatever decision you make."
"Right now what would make me happy is a hot shower." She smirked and stood from her stool. "Wanna join me?" She said just loud enough for Juice to hear as he escorted his whore out.
"Funny, ya are."
With a wink she sauntered back to her room. Chibs couldn't believe he had actually considered following her back to her room. But he couldn't get the night before out of his head. The way her skin felt beneath his fingers and how hard it was for him to pull back from her kiss. He gulped down some more coffee and tried to clear his head. Bridget had been one of his best friends. She was older than him by a few years and always looked out for him. He saw a lot of Bridget in Kiera and he couldn't help but be attracted to her. He sighed and decided that working would probably help get his mind off her.
The next day Kiera saw her opportunity with Opie. She pulled him into the empty office. "Hey, we need to have a conversation."
Since Donna had died Opie had done his best to keep clear of Kiera. He knew she would be the one to push him to open up. It wasn't something he was ready to do with anyone. She would always be a little sister to him. "Not now Key, I've got work to do." He tried to brush past her.
That was the last thing she was going to let happen. "Oh hell no, Harry. I don't care how tall you shot up. I will still kick your ass." She took him by his cut and pushed him onto the couch. Touching a mans cut would have gotten any other woman into serious trouble if he wasn't her old man. Kiera knew she was pushing her luck but she also knew she needed to get through to him.
"Did you really just call me Harry? Not even my mother calls me that." He sighed as he saw the serious look across her face. "Kiera, I don't need to hear any of this."
"The fuck you don't." He sat on the couch as she took his hands in hers and knelt in front of him. "I love you Ope. You are the best big brother a girl could ask for. Donna is irreplaceable. Maybe a bit of a pain in the ass but all good women are." She smirked. "If I found out you were taking some big unneeded risk with your life I will kill you myself."
He leaned forward and kissed the top of her head. "I love you too, Key." He stood and this time she let him walk out. She sighed and watched him walk out of the room. He had never been one for serious conversation, she accepted that years ago. But at least he heard her out. If need be she would sit him down again or beat his ass.
Juice knocked on the door to the office looking like he really didn't want to be there. "Um, Clay sent me in for the list of repos."
"Don't worry I've got it right here so you don't have to stay any longer than you have to." She sneered as Gemma watched the scene.
"Kiera." He started but she shoved the papers in his hand. Not really wanting to say anything in front of Gemma, he mumbled a thanks and walked out.
"You do realize he's pretty much terrified of you, right?" Gemma smirked.
For the first time, Kiera hung her head in defeat. "Maybe he does deserve an old lady. Someone who will follow the rules and look the other way when he fucks someone else." She looked to her aunt. "No offense. But we all know the men aren't always faithful. They go off on trips and have sweetbutts running around practically sucking their dicks as soon as they walk in."
Gemma nodded, thinking exactly how to word what she was going to say next. "They always come home to their old ladies. They will always protect and take care of us, you know that. We are their number one priorities." She squeezed the girls hand. "You always will be without having to be an old lady. Comes with being the daughter of SAMCRO. But you know as well as I do that you'll never be able to have a serious relationship with a normal guy. I'm sure you've tried."
"Back in college," she began, "Jason and I dated for a few months. One day he found my gun in my bedside table and completely freaked out. He thought I was paranoid or something. I tried to explain that when I grew up I was sort of raised around them. That's when the whole subject of 'my dads a biker' came up. He ran so quickly all I saw was smoke."
"Very few understand this life, baby. And usually the ones that do live the life."
"Like I told Chibs, I think I'll just have casual sex and avoid actual relationships for a while."
"You'll soon realize how lonely that can be. Lord knows I did." She chuckled and stood. "Now get to work."
Kiera gave her a certain finger in response and went back to her paperwork.
A few hours later Kiera decided to take her lunch to the picnic table and enjoy the fresh air. Little did she know, Juice had to same idea. She sighed and started to turn away as he called to her. "Wait." She looked back with a hand on her hip but didn't say anything. "What you said in there wasn't fair. I want to be around you. I'm just trying to do what's right for you."
She glared at him. "You think you know what's right for me?"
"In this case, yes." He motioned for her to sit down and was a little surprised she did. "You don't want to be an old lady. I get it. Maybe I haven't been going about things the right way. I want to be friends and go back to hanging out. If I can't have you in my arms at least I can have you to talk to." He watched as her glare softened.
"How about we both agree that I don't know exactly what I want?" She sighed. "Gemma just reminded me that with my relationship to the club I'll never exactly be able to have any type of boyfriend unless it's someone who understands the life."
"It's not like there are male croweaters hanging around for you to choose from." He teased.
"Don't I wish." She couldn't help but laugh as she started in on her lunch with Juice.
It wasn't long before they were settled back into being friends. Not that she would ever tell him, but she missed being able to talk and spend time with him. Little did she know her good mood wouldn't last for long.
