Being a Son
Disclaimer: Me no own, you no sue.
A/N: The wedding won't be in this chapter. Again. :-/ But we're almost there! Be sure to go back and read over the story again. I've made some major changes. When you do read through everything again, you may notice that I have adjusted things to fit more into the Sutter timeline. I figure this is somewhere around the middle of the first season, though I am going to take liberties with the storyline (like Tig and Gemma don't make out in Season 2 in this story).
Thanks to FunnyMick for your continued support! Thanks as well to HeTortoise for your review!
Warning: Lime and non-graphic mentions of rape.
Chapter 8: Nothin' Like Some Good Lovin'
After all of their teeth were pulled and the two men's bodies burned enough to eliminate any fingerprints or identifying marks, Tig mounted his bike and prepared to return home where a nice hot shower and warm, soft woman waited for him.
"Tig!" He turned his head to find Chibs coming toward him. "Cass still stayin' with you?"
"Nah, man. She cut out early. After one night she said me and Edes were too loud. She took up at the motel." Tig didn't want any part of this drama. He had enough of his own and he was too tired for the Chibs and Cassidy Fight Show.
"You know which room?"
"Seriously man? I got enough shit goin' on with my own lady. You want me to keep track of yours too?" Tig was pissy and knew he should be nicer, especially since Chibs just offed one of the mother-fuckers that hurt his girl. But, like he said, he had his own shit.
"Just askin' Tigger. Don't get your panties in a knot."
Tig sighed and looked away, "Edie probably knows. I'll send you a text after I get home."
"Thanks brother. Have a good rest o' the night."
Tig pulled up to his home about twenty minutes later. A light was on in the front room and the truck Juice had driven was parked on the street. He walked in and saw Juice on the couch with a beer in hand and his feet on the coffee table. The TV was on to a monster truck rally. "Man, get your fuckin' feet off my table. Edie'll have your balls if you get marks on it." Juice jumped up and wiped away anything that he might have left on the table.
He turned the television off and looked at Tig, "She's in the bedroom. She seemed okay on the drive, but..."
Tig nodded and looked down the hall, "Yeah, thanks man. You can go."
"Kay, night." Juice set his empty beer bottle on a coaster on the coffee table and let himself out.
Tig locked the dead bolt behind him and shut down the house. It was his nightly routine, which was the only thing that let him sleep relaxed. He checked the lock on every window, the deadbolt on the front and back doors. Then he turned out all the lights and went down the hall to peek in on Edie. She was curled in the middle of the bed, turned away from the door. He closed the bedroom door again and went into the bathroom for a hot shower.
With the water set on scalding he climbed in and let it wash away the shit of the day. He sighed and reached for the soap. As he was working up a good lather he heard the bathroom door open. "Tig?"
He stuck his head out of the shower, "Yeah, sweets. You need somethin'?"
She just shook her head and sat on the closed toilet seat. He pulled his head back and stuck it under the shower spray. He was soaping up when he felt the hot air escape as the shower curtain was pulled back from behind him. Tig turned his head and watched Edie climb into the shower behind him and close the curtain again. He rinsed off and then turned around completely, taking her into his arms and holding her as the water pounded down on top of them. She clung to him like a plane crash survivor to a life raft.
He felt like a real heel. Here his girl was looking to him for comfort and all he could think about were her tits pressed against his chest, her little nipples like pebbles poking into him. Her little dusting of pubic hair brushed against his thigh and he hardened. Edie looked up at him with big green eyes, "Let's go to bed and forget about today." Tig couldn't fight that suggestion if he tried. He turned off the shower while Edie dried herself as quickly as possible. She handed him a towel when he stepped out.
Tig chased her to the bed room and Edie swore she saw her life flash before her eyes as he jumped for the bed and aimed for her, landing right next to her. He cupped her face and kissed her lower lip before moving his hand to her breast where he teased and gently tugged her nipple. He moved down her neck with his tongue and began to leave a mark as his hand continued down her stomach to her soft curls. Tig rubbed her clit gently while suckling at her neck and Edie's eyes rolled back and closed in pleasure. His middle finger prodded her entrance gently and pushed in, curling up slightly to hit that spot that made her shiver. Edie made a whimpering sound and her breathing picked up. As much as Tig was distracting her with pleasure, she wanted to return the favor.
Edie reached down and gently took him in her hand, pumping up and down softly. Tig stopped his actions for a minute, enjoying her small hand on him. But he had something in mind that he wanted to do for her and it wouldn't happen if she continued. Reaching down, Tig gently clasped Edie's hand in his and stopped her. She opened her eyes and looked up at him questioningly, a little hurt that he would keep her from returning pleasure. "I want to make you forget today, baby, and that aint gonna happen if you keep that up." Tig then let her hand go and kissed down her body, tugging on her nipples gently with his blunt front teeth. He gave her soft, white skin little nips as he went down until his nose was buried in her soft, pink flesh. Tig inhaled her scent and nearly came. She smelled salty and musky, and oh God, he loved it. He stuck his tongue out and flicked her clit, listening to her gasps and moans. He tested her entrance again with his finger and found it more slick and open than before. Her pussy was stretching and elongating to accommodate his dick, but he wanted to wait until they were married. Five more days wouldn't kill them, not if they could keep doing this.
Just then his phone went off in the bathroom. He ignored it but the beeping reminded him of his promise to Chibs. He stopped licking Edie and looked up to her face. She was looking down at him a little annoyed and exasperated that he stopped. "What room is Cassidy staying in at the motel?" Edie slanted her mouth to the side and brought her eyebrows down over her eyes.
"What does that have to do with what we're doing now, Tig?"
"I promised Chibs I'd let him know."
"Cass doesn't want anything to do with him right now."
"Jesus, Edie! I don't have energy for the Cass and Chibs fuck fight fest right now. Let them deal with their own shit."
"Fine. Room 204," she answered, sticking her hand into his curls and pushing his face down toward her pussy. Tig gladly acquiesced and began to lick her again, pushing a finger into her and pumping in and out. He grinned at her little whimpers and intakes of breath. He added a second finger to the first and curled them upward. She nearly jumped off the bed when he hit her g-spot. Tig kept at her clit, occasionally taking it between his teeth softly while pumping his fingers. He could hear the desired effects and all of a sudden his face was soaked as Edie's hips came off the mattress and she let out the most beautiful wail of pleasure he had ever heard.
Tig continued pumping his hand until Edie reached down and stopped him, her body on sensory overload. He crawled back up and kissed her cheek, smirking in self satisfaction. She was panting and gasping for breath when she said "I don't ever want to know where you learned that."
"Porn's good for more than jerkin off, baby," Tig said, now grinning outright. After she caught her breath and recovered her energy, Edie smiled back at him, pushing on his arm to lay him flat on his back, his little soldier standing proudly at attention.
"Time for me to return the favor. You're not the only one that watches porn, Tigger."
Chibs had called Tig's cell twice already. He was leaning against his bike just about ready to pound on each door until he found Cassidy. Then he heard a beep and looked down at his phone 'Sorry it's so late. I kinda tired him out. She's in room 204, but u didn't hear it from me! - Edie.' Chibs chuckled a little. Edie could be cute sometimes. She brought out the softer side in Tig, which made him a little less sadistic. It was nice.
He stomped up the stairs and a woman in room 201 peaked out her room window. He nodded to her and walked a short way to stand in front of Cassidy's room. He gave a few quick pounds on the door and waited. He saw a movement of the curtain and then he heard the chain being undone.
"What do you want Chibs?" Cassidy asked exasperatedly as she opened the door.
"Just to talk, Cass."
"Listen, I get it. You don't want me here, I cramp your style, whatever... I'm just here to help Gemma until everything gets settled and back to normal. Then you'll never have to see me again."
"Can I just come in, Cass?"
She narrowed her eyes a little and then sighed, stepping away from the door to let him through.
The room was typical of a small town motel. Furnishings that hadn't been replaced since the seventies. A TV with ten channels because no motel ever springs for a complete cable package. A mini bar with tiny bottles of liquor, some of which were lying empty on the queen sized bed.
"What did you want, Chibs?" Cassidy asked as she closed the door, locking it and putting the chain back on. He turned around and stood in front of her for a minute, trying to decide where to start.
"First of all, would ya quit callin' me 'Chibs'? Wha' happened to 'Filip'?"
"I figured acquaintances and friends call you Chibs, and since that's all I am to you, right? I think I should do the same."
"Alrigh', I get it. I hurt you. Can we move on, please?"
"Listen, if you just came here to have another piss fest, then you can just leave. I don't need this shit anymore."
"I didn't come here to fight. I came here to apologize." He watched Cassidy's hand slip off the door knob. He never apologized, EVER. "I shouldn't a acted the way I did and said the shit I said. You've always got me twisted in a knot and when I'm around you, I can't think straight and shit comes out."
Cassidy looked a little lost. She didn't know how to react to an apology from Chibs- she'd never had to before. "Do you want us to go anywhere from here?"
"I came here 'cause I'm tired a sleepin' alone-" Cassidy snorted, "that's right- alone. I aint took none of those bitches to bed since you came back Cass. I've always told you the truth right?" Cassidy didn't react, "Right?" he stressed.
"Right, but I need full disclosure. This disclosure thing goes-"
"We're not talkin' about that right now! I always tell you the truth, am I right?"
Cassidy nodded her head, feeling a little scorned, "You've never lied to me."
"I'm tired of sleepin' alone. I want you to come back to the clubhouse."
"You just want me back because you're tired of a cold bed. I'm not going to be a consolation prize because Jimmy O took your precious Fiona. I love you, but I can't do that shit again." The more she went on, the more pissed he looked. Chibs opened his mouth but Cassidy cut him off, "I know we never made any promises to each other, but I can't do it again. I can't be laying there, making love to you while you're just fucking me. I can't! I won't do it again!"
"Damnit Cass! I don't want you because my bed's fucking cold! I want you 'cause I love you, Goddamnit, and I want you back! Now get you're fucking shite! We're leavin'!" With that he pushed her away from the door, undid the deadbolt and yanked it open so hard he ripped the chain, still on the door, off the wall.
Cassidy was smiling and watched him stomp down the stairs. "You're paying me back for the chain!" she called down to him.
He flipped her off and shouted "Fuck off!" up to her. She went back into the room, giggling like an idiot and packed her duffel.
Her hair was a nest of snarls and tangles that laid over her face. Some hairs lifted as she breathed out, only to be sucked back in as she inhaled. Tig stood there, already having taken a shower and dressed, watching her. She had been gone for two years and had come back just as suddenly as she had left, and fit right back in. Somehow, this little woman had domesticated the Killer. There were pots and pans in the kitchen, homemade leftovers in the fridge, and the layer of dust that had lain over everything had been painstakingly and lovingly cleaned away.
He bent down over her and moved her hair off her face, kissing her cheek. "Wake up, Edes. Gemma'll be here soon."
She rolled onto her back and blinked up at him. The light in the room was dim, thanks to the curtains she had bought a while back, but there was enough light for her to see his expression. He looked pained. "You don't have to leave, Tig."
Tig shook his head, "I-"
"I know, baby, I know." Edie sat up and grabbed his cut, pulling him down for a soft kiss.
Tig stood up straight, "I'll see you at the shop?"
"Yeah, at ten."
He cupped the side of her face, "Don't be late."
"So, what did you want to talk about, baby?" Gemma asked, after taking a sip of the coffee Edie had made.
Edie was looking down at her plate, stirring her eggs around, "Tig had me go to one of those counselor/psychologist people. It didn't do shit. Biggest waste of money ever. I spent $150 just to have her tell me that I needed to open up to someone I could trust." Gemma nodded in understanding. Edie looked at her, "You're the only person I really trust right now besides Tig, and I can't tell him this shit, Gem, it'd kill him."
Gemma stayed silent, just letting Edie vent naturally.
"Two men grabbed me that night. I was waiting for you at the gate and they snuck up behind me and got me over the head with something. When I woke up, I was laying on a mattress on the floor of some old house. This man with a black mask was sitting across the room from me, watching me-" Edie choked a little and Gemma reached over and covered her hand with her own. "he pulled out Dad's ring. I knew the only way he'd have gotten that was if Dad was dead. I knew that Tig would look for me if he could, but for all I knew, Tig had been killed too. The longer I was there, the more I believed it.
"That first time- it was horrible. The entire time I could hear Tig telling me not to scream, not to let him know how much it hurt. It felt like he was ripping my insides out. He came back every few weeks. Always the same man with the same mask. When I wouldn't scream, he'd beat me, kick me. Toward the end he liked cutting me."
"Do you have any idea where you were?"
"No. The room I was in- all the windows were boarded over."
"What was it like there?" Gemma asked.
"The room had an attached bathroom, so I could shower. The two men that kept me there, they fed me. They only usually forgot to when they were having a party or something and people were over. They didn't like having people ask what was in the locked room."
Gemma stood up and went to Edie, holding her close. Her tears had dried up by then, but having Gemma offer her comfort was like a balm to the wounds that were still raw. "I'm so sorry that happened to you, baby. I should have been there. I should have made you go with me that night."
"Gemma, it wasn't your fault. We didn't know that would have happened."
"I know Tig was torn up for a long time. He wasn't the same." Gemma said as she sat back down. "He was crazy, looking for you. He looked for almost a year, but there was no word, no sign. You know he's always been a little weird, but without you there to balance it out, he was consumed."
Edie nodded, "I would have been the same. There were times I thought of drowning myself in the tub. Every time I thought about it though, I could almost see Tig next to me, glaring and yelling at me to stop being so stupid. That he would eventually find me."
"You're here now, sweetie. And we're never letting you go again."
Edie nodded again and looked at the clock. She needed to leave soon or Tig would have a coronary. "I need to get ready. I told Tig I'd be by the shop at ten."
"Okay. Well, I have Abel today. I should get going. You're gonna be okay?"
Edie smiled at Gemma, "Yeah. I'll be fine. I'll see you later?"
"Of course. Have a great day at work, baby," Gemma said as she made her way out the kitchen door.
"You too Gemma. Give Abel a kiss for me." Edie walked Gemma around the house and watched as she started up the Cadillac and drove away.
It was a slow day at Teller-Morrow and several of the guys were taking a break on the picnic table. Tig kept thinking about Edie with Gemma. He wanted to know but at the same time he didn't. It was that sick human curiosity that bugged him.
He looked up from his hands as a bright green jeep pulled into the lot. Edie jumped out and headed straight for him, throwing her arms around him and planting a hard kiss on his lips. She pulled back and smiled up at him. "Hi."
"Hey, babe. Everything good?" He took another drag on his cigarette, tilting his head above hers. He felt a little sick. Tig wasn't sure if that was the idea of what had happened to her or the nicotine from his previous cigarettes.
"It's on the road to being good." She kissed him again and then grimaced as she pulled away. "How many of those have you had this morning?"
"Counting the ones I had before you got up?" Edie nodded. " 'Bout fifteen."
"Jesus, Tig." She went into the office to boot up the computer and make a proper pot of coffee. He followed her in.
"Can ya blame me, Edes?"
"No. And I don't," she said ripping open a bag of coffee grounds. She crinkled her nose as she took a whiff. "Remind me to ask Gemma about fitting proper coffee into the budget." Edie poured the grounds into the holding compartment and flipped the switch. She sat behind the desk as the coffee machine started gurgling and Tig took the last drag on his cigarette before dousing the butt in an old cup of coffee. He plopped into the chair across from the desk and propped his boots on the desk's corner, crossing his legs at the ankles. The computer beeped to life and Edie pushed Tig's boots off the desktop to reach for some paperwork. "Could you just cut down a little, for me?" He watched as her eyes pleaded with him. "I just got you back. I'd like to keep you around for another forty to fifty years, if that's okay with you. And without a stoma. As attractive as Sonny Barger is with his, I kinda like your voice the way it is."
Tig grinned at her and chuckled, "Yeah. I kinda want to be around you for another forty to fifty years too. I'll cut back. Try to get down eventually to a pack a week, sound good?"
"Okay. I know asking you to quit completely is like asking for the moon, but I can live with a pack a week."
"I'm going to get you the moon, babe. Just you watch."
"I don't just ask for your health, you know. We need to start saving up for baby shit and I read in the paper this morning that they're raising taxes on cigarettes and booze. A pack is eleven bucks over at the gas station now."
"I suppose that means I'll have to cut back on the whiskey, too, hmm?"
"If you can try, I'd be eternally grateful and I'll be your sex slave for life," she said, smirking at him.
"You're already my sex slave for life, Edes. I need a different motivation."
"Really? Sex for life isn't a good motivator for Tig Trager huh? Fine," Edie huffed a little, pulling up all the accounting documents on the computer, "how about this: if you get down to a pack a week and a bottle of whiskey a month, and stay that way for two months, I'll do something especially dirty for you."
"Now that, toots, is a great motivator for Tig Trager. I'll start today."
"The good news is that since you'll have to pace yourself, I might already be pregnant by that time. I don't want our baby conceived while I was bent over your bike in some parking lot."
Tig chuckled as he made his way out of the office and into the garage. Life was pretty good at the moment.