Tig woke to a delicious smell, flowers and citrus. He breathed in deep through his nose as he rolled over and discovered the source of the smell as he rolled onto Amber.
"Jesus where did you come from?" he said not even bothering to get off her.
"What a lovely wake up call," she said sarcastically as she made a futile attempt to push him off. "Chibs suggested I stay here for a night, he didn't like the idea of me sleeping in my car. Guess he's a bit more chivalric then you. Oh would you get off me!"
When Tig failed to move she bit his nose causing him to swear and get pissed off but at least he jumped off. He turn on her getting ready to unleash a full scale rage fit but his words died before they were even out of him mouth at the sight of her sitting cross legged on the bed with an angelic smile on her face. In that moment she was not the kinky barmaid who carried a gun and swore like a sailor she was a young girl who looked completely innocent and pure. Tig couldn't decide which side he wanted to shag more but for now he would settle for innocent Amber.
Before she knew what was happening Tig's mouth was on hers moving fast and rough, she made no hesitation and was kissing him back.
Everything was quick. He pulled her shorts and panties off and only bothered to undo his belt and pants before ramming into her. His thrusts were fast and deep each one accompanied by a grunt from him and a soft moan from her.
Amber was so tight that it didn't take him long to reach his climax but he was damned if he was going to leave her thinking that he couldn't satisfy so he reached between her legs and began to massage her clit with his thumb and grinned as her back arched and, if it was even possible, got tighter around his cock.
As Tig collapsed on her Amber let out a satisfied pur.
They didn't speak as they readjusted themselves.
She stepped into the bathroom shutting the door behind her, when she returned Tig was gone and Chibs was sitting on the bed waiting for her.
"Told you he wouldn't mind you staying here," Chibs boomed.
"Ha, yeah guess he didn't," she smiled at him but it was a weak smile and it didn't go unnoticed.
"We're heading out on a charity run, be back tomorrow afternoon," he ran a hand through his hair and stood. "Piney, Opie's dad, he will be around but Clay doesn't want you hanging around the clubhouse while we're gone."
She nodded, "he did say just one night. I'll be fine, I've been homeless before," she laughed and was a little surprised at his concern for her.
"I got a daughter you know, she lives in Northern Ireland though, a wee bit younger than you but still I look at you and I think of her. In short, don't go doing anything dumb yeah, you call Piney if you need anything."
It had been a long time since anyone had looked after Amber like that. Chibs wasn't trying to get in her pants; he didn't seem to have any other agenda he genuinely seemed to be looking out for her. It was a nice feeling.
He ruffled her hair and left the room.
There was no point in hanging around so she got her shit sorted and jumped in her car. Sunday was her day off so she had time to ask around about housing as well as going to St Thomas to ask after Lily.
First thing first, she needed coffee. She pulled in at the first diner she saw and headed in walking straight into Deputy Chief Hale, his coffee pilling down her front.
"Aw hot hot hot," she said pulling the front of her singlet away from her skin.
Hale apologised a dozen times before offering to buy her a coffee which she accepted before excusing herself and heading to her car to change her top.
"It's Campbell right? Amber?" Hale asked as she returned sitting at a booth by the window.
"Yeah that's me, hope your planning on returning my hand gun to me sometime soon deputy chief," she sipped her coffee and sighed.
"Maybe in a couple of days, can't release evidence while a case is still open. " An awkward silence fell over the table; she knew he wanted to ask her something so she just waited playing with the sugar bowl.
"Do you know what SAMCRO is Amber, what kind of guys they are?" and there is was.
"This is where I spill everything I supposedly know about the MC right? I cry and tell you I need help getting away from them and you tell me everything is going to be okay and that you'll protect me?"
Hale sighed. Why did these girls always have to be so damn bitchy?
"No, this is where I tell you that those men are not your friends. Chibs Telford has Real IRA connections and Alex Tragger... well he's just a cold bastard. Bobby just got out of prison and has had more wives dump him than Ross Geller and Opie lost Donna all because of the life."
Amber was taken back to the night she first meet Tig.
"Can I do anything for you," she has asked him
"Can you turn back the clock?" he had asked
She had rolled her eyes and carried on with her work but walked past him a number of times and heard him mutter about how he was sorry about Donna and that he didn't mean it. When she had asked who Donna was he shut down.
"Who's Donna?" she asked and Hale knew he had hit something there.
"Opie's wife. She was shot in the back of the head while driving Opie's truck, the bullet was meant for him. We haven't got the guy yet."
Amber's head was swimming. If Opie's Donna was the same Donna that was killed then ... she didn't want to think about it but she couldn't stop. Why would Tig kill Donna? Why would he want to kill Opie?
She tried to keep her face composed, "that's so sad. I only met Opie last night, I had no idea."
"The people who get involved with them end up getting hurt one way or another. You seem like a nice young girl and I'd hate to see you go down that road."
When Chibs had shown concern for her she had found it fatherly and sweet but when Hale offered her this advice it seemed patronizing.
"I'll keep that in mind Deputy Chief..."
"Call me David," he said, she had to try hard not to roll her eyes.
"David, I'm young I know but I'm a pretty worldly kind of girl and I'm good at reading people. Chibs, Tig all of them have been nothing but nice to me in the last couple of days so I really don't see a problem."
His warning had not been a surprise to her. In just about every town she had been in she had latched onto the outlaws or the minority and been warned off by police and shop keepers alike but when it came down to it she felt safer and more at home with the rift raff of the world than normal society types.
She spent a couple of hours walking around the town centre asking shop keepers and store owners if they knew of any places for rent many of them telling her of great places that she just couldn't afford. Eventually she gave up for the day, her car wasn't too uncomfortable and it was summer so the night wouldn't be cold.
She arrived at St Thomas after getting lost twice. She then walked aimlessly around the hospital trying to find the right ward before finally asking someone where to go.
She gasped when she saw her.
A nurse was in with her and she told Amber that Lilly was in a medical induced coma due to brain swelling. They had removed a section of her skull to relieve some of the pressure and that is was a case of waiting and seeing what would happen. Her leg was in a cast as were both her arms.
"You're her first visitor," noted the nurse. "All her family is in Dallas apparently and won't make the trip to visit her but plan to move her to a hospital there once she can be moved."
Amber sat with Lilly for a long time. At first she felt really awkward but once the nurse had left she began telling her how things were at the bar and about trying to find a flat, it felt good to talk to someone who couldn't talk back.