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Warning: This chapter contains sexual descriptions.

Chapter 28

"So you used to live here?" Joss smiled as both she and Tig lay on their backs, across the full size bed, in what had been his old dorm, the lights off, her stripped down to her half on, half off bra and panties, Tig shirtless, belt still undone, fly open, both of them catching their breath and winding down from the whirlwind fuck that ended only a minute or two ago. It had been fast and hard, which was their signature, but it was also different at the same time. Tig had thrown her over his shoulder and rushed back here with her, tossing her on the bed and getting her clothes off of her as quickly as he could while they kissed each other wildly; Tig's cut and long sleeved black t-shirt being thrown somewhere in the dark along with her own clothes. Once she was sufficiently naked, Tig had stopped, took her hand, and put it over his belt buckle. Joss shivered with how much she wanted him, how much she wanted the big cock that was fighting its way upwards within the denim, and Tig was letting her free it…he'd never done that before, but she didn't hesitate, yanking his belt open, quickly having the button on his jeans undone and the zipper down, reaching inside and grasping the thick rod in her hand, drawing it out and slowly and deftly stroking its length with feather-light fingers. Tig moaned, but it was a growl in no time, and without warning, Joss's ankles were on his shoulders and his hot eight inches was pounding away inside her. It was rushed, but it was no less wonderful, both of them cumming hard against each other in only a matter of minutes, laying here now on his old bed like the clock wasn't ticking closer and closer to 'church.'

"I thought you were going to live here too." Tig said looking over at her and laughing a little, wondering what ever became of his custom drapery.

Joss gave the cramped, cluttered room a once over then looked back at him with raised eyebrows, scowling her disapproval. "Hmmm…I wasn't going to!"

Tig laughed, reaching down and taking her hand in his. "That's what Gemma said; made me buy a fucking house!"

Joss laughed too; Gemma, standing guard like some tribal mother, evaluating the gifts that a prospective son-in-law made in offering of her daughter's hand, always looking out for her, looking out for she and Tig, really; this was a very small room, she and Tig would have killed each other in here as soon as the first disagreement hit. "How dare she!" Joss giggled; lowering her head as she looked at Tig and planting a soft kiss on his tattooed shoulder, but his eyes were on her the whole time, watching her like he was going to tell her to stop at any second. "I'm sorry," she immediately apologized. "Is that okay?"

Tig seemed a bit stiff and uncomfortable, but answered, "I guess."

She smiled, reached down and gently ran her fingertips up his forearm, not passing his elbow. "Then I'll wait until you know."

Tig sighed, his hand slipping from hers as he rubbed his eyes, more hiding from something than anything else, Joss could tell. "It's not always that I don't like something," he started to explain. "It's just that I gotta get used to it."

"I know!" Joss smiled sweetly. "You don't have to say that; I have to get used to it too. We've been going at it here and there for two years, but I'm just now learning what you like, what you want, what you're made of and what works for you." She propped herself up on one elbow as she looked at him, wondering what she could get away with, and let her fingers creep up onto his chest and start to lightly brush through the dark hair. "You're a tough guy to figure out, Trager. You're all raw force and perverse brutality, but I think it's the lightest, gentlest touches that set you off the most." Joss smiled, more than excited that this had been working so well. Tig was very physical, and if they were going to be able to truly communicate with each other, it had to start here. Sex and love couldn't have been anymore opposite for him, but then again, they couldn't have been anymore the same, either.

"It is not!" Tig replied with a load of macho swagger in his voice, obviously not ready to think of himself as the type that melted under a woman's touch.

Joss wanted to laugh, but she dare not. If she treated this like it was some puppy who liked to have his belly rubbed, Tig would back out of the whole thing, but if she made it a challenge…"Ok, maybe I'm wrong then, let's see!" She smiled then let her fingers drift across his chest to one nipple, the tip of her index finger tracing its shape like the brush of a butterfly's wing, Tig trying to hide the groan building in his throat as the rigid peak grew and hardened against the soft pad of Joss's finger. She noticed his eyes had closed as she touched him, taking the opportunity to get up on her knees, lean over him and press the softest of kisses to what she'd awakened, the tip of her tongue flicking lightly over his nipple, barely touching it. Tig's breathing was hard again and his muscles were tensing below her, his back arching towards her tickling tongue, making Joss want to close her mouth over his nipple and suck hard, but before she could take it to that step, Tig quickly rolled on top of her, pinning her hands as his cock grew firmer and firmer between his groin and her belly. Oh God had she missed Tig, missed this, but he wasn't exactly hers at the moment, she was only "borrowing" him. "Tig," she said, but it had been a "don't stop" kind of moan when she'd said it, which was not really what the situation called for…despite how much she wanted him to fuck her again, and despite how much she could feel he wanted to…gossamer touches didn't work for him…right! "Tig, baby, we can't…" but oh God, it felt so good the way he was kissing her neck and rubbing his dick against her skin.

"Hmmm?" He wasn't even really paying attention; it was all physical now, and as much as Joss hated it, there just wasn't enough time for this one to run its 'unnatural' course.

"Tig, baby," she pushed at his chest, making him sit up a bit and look down at her.

"What is it?" He gasped. "You wanna suck on my tits again?"

Hmm, he actually sounded kind of hopeful! Damn it! Why now? Well, this had actually been her fault; she got him going when she knew time had all but ticked away. Joss sighed. "What about 'church'?"

"Fuck!" He obviously had forgotten all about it, his body going momentarily limp above hers when he remembered again, but his strength soon returned and he looked down at her confidently like there was still hope. "It's okay, if Clay's looking for me he'll—" the sound of an agitated fist pounding against the locked door resounded inside the room. Tig sighed and shook his head dejectedly. "…bang on the door."

Chapter 28; Part 2

Tig was honestly starving, what with having forgone anything that wasn't sex all day long; he and Joss making the most of both his homecoming and his day off. Gemma's pot roast had always been good, but nothing could touch the day he and Joss had…they'd been all over the bed, the floor, all over each other, Joss giving him everything and begging him to take it as she did.

There was no part of her body that he hadn't had now; not that he'd exactly left any of her holes un-violated in their passed, but he'd only gone after her ass once way before today, before he'd ever thought about her wearing his patch, and he hadn't even gotten his dick in her enough to even call it a true fuck before she was screaming that it hurt too much, and he hadn't been stingy with showing his frustration as he withdrew his big cock and then fucked the living hell out of her pussy until he'd made her bleed a bit. But today, even though it was obvious that it still hurt her, she'd listened to him and just trusted him through it, and he was unhurried and gentle, so conscious of how endowed he was in such a different way than he always had been, but tempered his gentle actions by yanking a handful of her long, silky black hair crudely as he proceeded, bit her hard on her shoulder, but let it all become something long and slow and hot and tantalizing that was better than what he could have imagined the first time he'd been pursuing her back door years ago.

But it hadn't stopped there, and it was difficult to even determine a "best part," because everything was some kind of highlight that just kept repeating over and over again in his mind, sitting here at Clay and Gemma's dining room table, his eyes on Joss, semi smiling as he remembered how good her legs had felt, clasped firmly around his waist as he fucked her up against the wall in the shower one last time before they left to come over here…twenty minutes late for dinner. Damn that girl…did she know how crazy she made him? But in the best of ways…and yeah, she did…it was in the way she sat across from him now at the table, not looking back at him directly, but extending her leg beneath the table and stroking the back of his calf with the toe of her boot, while she carried on an active conversation with Gemma and Jax's doctor bitch about…silk flowers, or wallpaper borders, or something. He didn't know, wasn't able to pay attention to anything but how surprised he was that Joss could still walk…hell, he was surprised he could still walk! He'd never cared to imagine that a woman might be able to go for as long as he could, or at least, go for it as many times, but Joss…well, he already knew she was perfect, and she just…was. The only downside was that after all the sex today, he could feel that he was so hooked into her that he was never going to be able to get himself untangled. He'd read somewhere years ago this bullshit about how the more orgasms two people had together, the stronger and more bonded they were likely to be…and he was beginning to believe that might be true…God fucking damn it…it wasn't fair!

"This is great, huh?" Clay muttered to Tig and also Jax. Clay headed the table, with Tig to his right, and Jax next to him. On the left side of the table, closest to the kitchen, Gemma was nearest Clay, then Joss across from Tig, Jax's doctor bitch across from Jax, and Abel, in his highchair, was beside her, smashing little cubed up pieces of potatoes on his tray with one gooey finger and making Tig grimace every time he watched him do it. Babies…life-sucking little poop machines…thank God Joss couldn't get pregnant! Clay just rolled his eyes at the chattering girls and sighed to both the men. "We come all the way back home to listen to them go on about how to beautify a bathroom."

Jax nodded, swallowing what was in his mouth, smiling at Abel who pointed at him with a potatoey finger and said something in baby jargon, Jax pointed back at his son then looked over at the women-folk. "Hey, Martha, Martha and Martha…how about something we can all be interested in talking about?"

What? Tig knew he was making a face, because Joss was looking at him like he obviously was, her stare telling him to close his mouth before he even opened it, but c'mon, what kind of way was that to tell them to shut up the fuck up? Well, okay, Tig would never tell Gemma to "shut the fuck up," and he'd never say that to Joss either, unless she was really and purposefully digging into dangerous territory with him for some reason, but Jax's doctor bitch…Oh hell yeah! Jesus Christ, if any bitch was ever more in need of being told "shut the fuck up," it was her! Every time Jax brought her around the club, she just rambled and fidgeted and stared at everyone, observing them like she was taking notes on their behavior, like that dead bitch who went to live with the gorillas in Africa…it made everyone uncomfortable around her, like she was just waiting for the day they'd need her help, and then she could show them how much better than them she was…but it was clearly the way Jax handled her that allowed her to be like that…what a punk ass he was…someone should tell his old lady that she already had a pussy!

The girls didn't even listen to him, not really, hurriedly finished their conversation, instead of cutting it off dead, the way Tig would have demanded, or Clay for that matter, but then they were quiet…for a second…a smirk appearing on the red lips of Tig's sweet, dark, perfect little cherub, who tossed her long, blood red tipped black cascade of hair over her shoulder and flicked her black eyelashes at Jax. "I thought I was Elvira?"

"Elvira, Vampirella…" Jax rolled his eyes. "Whatever, you're it!"

Tig stared hard and sudden at Joss, he knew this was just their little thing they did, but he cocked his head towards Jax just enough to imply that he'd knock his teeth out, here and now, if she wanted him to, but unfortunately Joss subtly shook her head, smirking back at Jax again. "You're just still mad that I beat you in Clay's 'Dawn of the Dead' game."

Tig heard Jax sigh heavily, saw him twist in his seat and then put his elbow on the table and point at her, like he was about to give her the facts of life or some shit. "Jocelyn," he began…Jax called her 'Jocelyn' a lot, because 'Joss' wasn't enough of a real name to him…pussy! "You can't beat me in a game where we are supposed to be on the same team!"

Joss was quiet for a second, moved a carrot around on her plate with her fork like she'd been intellectually cornered and was buying time, but Tig could tell it was all for show. She looked back up at Jax, grinning evilly. "I was the only one left alive at the end!"

"Yeah, Zombie Queen!" Jax about exploded with an annoyed laugh. "Because you shot me!" Joss started to giggle, so did Tig, Jax got so pissed off about the stupidest shit, and he wasn't done spouting off his indignities, either. "Three times you shot me! And always at the same place…I go down that dark hallway, to check the service door, and you walk passed, see me standing there in the shadows, think I'm a zombie, and then shoot me!"

"Well," Joss looked like she may have been genuinely at a loss this time, and maybe even a tinge bit sorry about it too…Tig was beginning to get disappointed in her, but then she saved it all by blurting out, "Why do you keep going down there if you know I'm going to shoot you?"

That was it, Tig and Clay burst out laughing together; damn that girl…she was so fucking perfect! "She's gotta point," Clay guffawed, having to wipe at one eye with his napkin, Jax's exasperated face turning to him, clearly having expected some kind of support from his step-father and president. Clay looked at Jax, shook his head a little, tried to stop laughing. "I'm just sayin'…"

"Alright, that's enough!" Gemma soon took control the whole table, giving Joss a look, but mostly glowering at Clay. "Jesus, and just when I thought it was nice that everyone was together!"

Tig and Clay both had to fight to get it together, Joss slumping in her chair and her face looking down like a scolded child, but she shared a sheepish, impish grin with both of them. "I'm sorry baby," Clay cooed, smiling now at Gemma, leaning over and kissing her cheek. "You know I love ya," he said, then glanced over at his step son. "Jax, you too." Jax gave Clay a nod, but Tig could tell his panties were still sort of in a bunch, but Gemma's mood had lightened, Clay turning back to her. "Do we have anymore butter for the bread, you wonderful thing, you?" And before Gemma answered, Tig noticed Clay glanced at Joss, giving her some kind of…signal.

Gemma sighed, but got up from her chair to go to the kitchen with the butter dish in hand. "Like you need more butter…" she said in her 'I'm still pissed, but not really' tone. "Your bike is going to need extra shocks on it…"

Joss turned her head and watched Gemma disappear into the kitchen, then nodded at Clay, stabbed all of the sliced beef on her plate with her fork as Clay held his plate over to her, and shook them off on to Clay's plate, Clay saying nothing, but put his plate back down in front of him without a word. Tig couldn't sit quietly through that exchange.

He looked questioningly at Joss. "What the hell was that?"

"Shhhh!" She responded, again checking on Gemma's whereabouts. "Gemma doesn't know I'm vegetarian." She explained as Clay was cutting up her share of the pot roast and combining it inconspicuously with what was left of his own. "Clay and I kinda developed a way to make the 'drop' when I was living here."

She was a what? That was like being hit with a brick…Joss, his dark, perfect little angel was a…what? How come he never noticed? Fuck…maybe he did…she always made dinner for him every night when he got home from the garage, and they ate together at the small little kitchen table, and while Tig chowed down on steaks and pork chops and beef stew, Joss was always sitting across from him with a salad, or noodles, or a bunch of pickles and olives…fuck! She hadn't hid it, he'd just never noticed it…she ate, she lived, her body was mind blowing; he didn't worry about what she ate and what she didn't. But now, for some reason knowing this made Tig feel suddenly betrayed. There were no vegetarians in an MC! "No you're not!" his voice a mix of sternness and the want to hear her say it wasn't so. Jesus Christ…and after how awesome the day had been, she had to go and let him find out that about her? Shit, if she was going to do it, did he have to know about it?

Tig then heard Jax laughing in a sickening, satisfied way next to him. "She can be vegetarian if she wants to." He said then looked across the table at Joss, who nodded her agreement; further turning Tig's stomach…weren't those two annoying the shit out of each other just seconds ago? Couldn't they go back to that?

"There's nothing wrong with it," Joss remarked, looking first at Tig, then over to Tara. "Right Tara?"

Jax's doctor bitch actually seemed to hesitate, like for once, she was lost for words. "Actually, Joss…" she paused, like she was about to deliver some horrible news about the dangers of eating vegetables, and she had Tig's full attention, his curiosity about what doctor bitch was about to say running as high as his hopes of a some kind of anti-vegetable statement. "I'm afraid I can't promote a diet that excludes any part of the four basic food groups. It's just not the way our bodies were meant to function." She cringed as she said it, cringing again when Joss looked at her like her heart had been broken. "Sorry." Jax's doctor bitch squeaked, and shrugged, smiling nervously at her.

"No, no," Tig was immediately looking at Jax's doctor bitch, half sighing at her in frustration. "Don't be apologetic about it!" he instructed her, then looked at Joss. "See? And she's a health care professional who just told you you can't do it!"

"I'm a doctor, actually." Came the un-required response from doctor bitch, making Tig have to stop a moment and take a deep breath before he did tell her to "shut the fuck up!" Why couldn't she handle that? Just shut up, let herself be cool in his eyes for just one fucking minute?

"Tara!" Tig heard Jax interject, and then just shake his head at her, and doctor bitch instantly went quiet…way to go, pussy boy…for once he got her to shut up, and a good time to do it too!

Tig sighed, looked at Joss, who was just deflated now, so shocked and alone when she really hadn't expected to be…her best friend had just abandoned her. Yeah, that did have to suck. Fuck! How could he feel sorry for Joss losing her argument, when he was on the opposing side of her vegetarian bullshit? But he couldn't just leave her there, hanging by herself…she looked so sad, her beautiful Nefertiti-styled green eyes downcast and dull. Tig might not have liked the way she ate, but he had to support her. Wait a God damn minute…he HAD to do what? Why the fuck would he support her? He wanted her to eat dead animals, just like normal people…yeah…like he was real fucking normal…but anyway…she was sitting there feeling so deserted and it made him feel so…so…shit…those fucking orgasm bonds!

"Joss," Tig said to her, calming down, though he hadn't actually been angry, just startled…and he hated to be startled…but it wasn't really her fault, it wasn't some ugly truth that she'd been so careful not to let him find out about, she hadn't even lied to him about anything. And she was obviously healthy, and gorgeous, and had the desire and the energy to withstand a day full of fucking and sucking with him. Everyone wanted her, no one could take their eyes off of her when she rode with him, or walked with him, and they were all stunned by her genius abilities…Joss, his sweet, dark, beautiful...vegetarian…perfect, little angel…if this was the price he had to pay for all of that, then maybe it was worth it. "I just don't want to know this, okay? No one knows this but you, and you make sure I don't find out, we good?" Okay, so he was essentially letting her off easy, but that was okay…she'd make it up to him tonight…he'd hit that so hard and so long that she'd be ravenous enough to eat a whole steer in the morning! A whole steer…that's what Jax was…a steer…Moooooooo! Aw fuck, now he was going to be hung up on cows again!

Joss looked across the table at him and was smiling brightly, just for Tig. "Yeah, we're good!" And her foot brushed his leg as the toe of her Harley boot stroked up his calf again, slower and much more sensual this time. Tig felt a slight shiver course through him…and forgot about the cows.

"Wow!" Doctor bitch was speaking again, looking at Joss then Tig in utter disbelief. "That was kind of…amazing."

"Yeah," agreed Clay, who hadn't once stopped eating the beef Joss dumped onto his plate throughout the whole discussion. "And I'm still gettin' extra meat!" He rejoiced demurely, just as Gemma returned to the table, putting butter down in front of him.

"And why would you be getting that?" She asked him, but no one at the table answered.