I ended up being gone for longer than I had hoped to be gone. I was just finishing a job, making it look like a suicide when one of my phones rang, it was my personal one.
"'Allo?" I asked, pinning the phone between my ear and shoulder, so i could keep working.
"Smiley, its Juice." I smiled at the familiar voice.
"Ayy, Juicey boy. Hows it goin' over in Charmin'?" I asked picking up the black sparkly clutch and leaving the private sweet to the corrupt politician I had just killed. I adjusted the blue dress. It was floor length and had a leg slit. The straps on it were thin and the dress showed off what curves I had. Unfortunately I couldnt wear a bra with it.
" Not so good Smiles, I think you should come out before it gets worse." He said. I froze in my tracks, then started making arrangements for the first flight out.
" I am on my way." I said hanging up. I had enough time to stop by my safe house and grab my things before getting on the plane. I moved quickly, ignoring that I was still in the formal dress. I pulled on my leather jacket and made it to the airport. I went through security, and boarded the plane. Now it was just the flight from D.C to California. I called Juice at the layover in Vegas.
" I need ye ta pick me up in Oakland in three hours." I said.
"I'll be you for coming." He said.
"Lad, this is exactly wha' I asked fer. It's no problem. Wha's goin' on?" I had a little bit of time.
"I'll tell you when I pick you up." He said.
"Fine, I have ta go, the plane is boardin'." I still hadnt changed out of the formal dress, however I had left the wig I had been wearing at the safehouse. I was out of place and drawing attention to myself. I boarded the plane and sat down. I had the window seat, and there was a businessman next to me. He eyed me as he situated.
"Little formal for a flight." He commented.
"I was pulled away from a formal even' fer a family emergency." I sighed, the dress revealed alot of my skin, so I had used make up to cover my tattoos. I looked relatively normal.
"Is everything alright?" He asked.
" I don' know, probably no' knowin' the lads." I said, trying to hide my irritation.
" Are you going back to uh Ireland?" He asked.
"No, northern California. An' Im from Scotland." I said. The flight attendant began the instructions every flight had. I closed my eyes and let myself zone out. I Before I knew it, we were in the air. I stared out the window anxiously.
"How are they related to you?" He asked.
"They sort of adopted me." I smiled, remembering each lad. Hoping everyone was alright.
"Thats nice you're that close to them." He said. I flipped open my phone. I had forced each one to take a picture with me before I left that morning all those weeks ago. Dog one of the mechanics at T and M had taken the group picture.
"Tha's Clay an' Gemma, their like paren's ta the group." I pointed to them in the small photo. I saw his eyes widen, he wasnt expecting them to be bikers. " Theres Jax an' his wife Tara, their sweethear's loyal to the family to the end. An' their kids are a blas'." I pointed to them. " Thens theres Juice, an' Bobby, an' Happy. They definitely know how ta make ye feel better when yer down." I smiled at the picture, the one I was showing him showed Happy and Juice getting into it, and the rest of us scrambling to break it up. "Then theres Chibs an' me." I said.
" He's got similar scars to you."
"He's a fellow Scott, his scars have a very differen' story ta mine though." I said putting my phone away.
"It, uh, looks like an interesting family. I saw they were wearing motorcycle gang marks." He said.
"It's a club. Not a gang." I told him, he seemed suddenly nervous, and stopped talking with me. It was nice of him to show interest though, and it made me feel better, remembering good memories. I closed my eyes and zoned out, and soon, the flight was we landed and started filing off, the man let me off first.
" I hope everything works out with your family. " He said.
"Thank you." I said, touched by his kindness, normally people are rude and flustered when flying. I was able to weasel past most people and was one of the first people off the flight. I jogged out of the terminal down to the pick up. I found Juice and walked quickly over to him.
"Shit Smiles, what was going on?" He asked looking at me.
" Political Party in D.C" I shook my head. " It doesnt matter, fill me in."
"Well Clay was removed as President, he killed Piney and the club stripped him of his patch, then Opie found out what happened to his dad and shot Clay. Then Tara was meeting with Otto trying to reverse a RICO statement and he killed a nurse and that brought this retired Marshall on us. Jax is President and is working with Nero and trying to go legit. Hes cutting ties with the Irish. But this school shooting happened in Neros kid that shot up the place used our KG9 that he found in one of the members house and the Irish wont cut ties because it'll be good for business. Clay had also ordered some of the new members from the nomads to do these home invasions and Roosevelt's wife died because of it. The nomads are dead but one of them used Chibs to get away and he was cracked over the head pretty bad ad was missing for a few days but he's back now. And the club is falling apart, Bobby is gone I think he's trying to put the nomads back together because they folded a few months ago and now Chibs is V.P and Tig got a dog. But then Damon Pope a guy Jax was trying to do business with was trying to kill Tig because Tig accidentally killed his daughter then Pope turned up dead and everyone thinks it was Clay because Clay's gun was found at the scene and he's in jail and theres a huge bounty on him."
"Aye, I know aboo' the bounty. I was givin' details of it. I was plannin' on comin' out to see wha' was goin' on. I didn' believe it." I said, Juice was all worked up and his story was all over the place, I don' think it was in the right order. And it took most of the drive to Charming. We pulled into the garage and everyone was sitting outside. I pushed open the door and walked over to them purposefully.
"Smiles?" Chibs asked, it was warm enough I had left my jacket in my bag, my tattoos were covered by make up and I was dressed nicely, none of these boys had ever seen me in anything but jeans and my tanker boots.
" Aye its me, anyone wan' ta tell me wha's goin' on?" I asked crossing my arms and planting my feet. "How aboo' ye Mr. V.P?" I asked him pointedly.
"Why are you dressed like that?" Happy asked.
"I was workin'.Wha' is goin' on with the Marshall an' Otto? Why Does Clay have a five million dollar bounty on his head?" I put my hands on my hips.
"How do you know all this?" Jax asked.
"Well I am one o' the independan' contractors Pope highered, I was notified of his death an' who the targe' was. I was plannin' on comin' ou' ta sort it ou' with ye lads, but then I go' a call askin' me ta come back. Sayin' shi' had really hi' the fan. I asked Juice ta pick me up from the airpor' an' he filled me in on wha' he knows on the way down." I said.
"Maybe we had better talk later, I have a meeting with Nero." Jax said. I ran my tongue over my teeth and shook my head.
"If ye tell me wha's goin' on, I can keep Clay alive."I said. Jax looked down, Tig and Chibs wouldnt look at me either. It hit me then, they had framed him. They knew of the bounty, they wanted Clay dead, and they didnt want the club to know." Jesus. Go mee' with Nero. I'll ge' cleaned up an' then one o' ye three." I pointed at Chibs, Jax an' Tig. "Is goin' ta tell me wha's goin' on." I said.
"I'd say yer already cleaned up love." Chibs said.I glared at him.
"So much fer callin' fer help." I said, I was pretty mad at him." Im gettin' a hotel room.I'll be givin' Juice the room number, when ye boys feel like makin' time, ye should swing by." I said. I nodded to Juice who walked with me. I heard the boy talking as I walked away.
"Damn Chibs. Who knew she could clean up that nicely?" Happy said.
"She looked pretty hot that mad." Jax agreed.
"Aye, bu' now I'll have ta fix it." Chibs sighed. I slammed the car door a little harder than I had meant too.I was pissed off an' Chibs' words pissed me off even more. I am not an 'it' to fix. I have good reasons to be mad.
"Thank ye fer callin' me Juice." I gave a nervous smile.
"I didn't know what else to do." We drove in silence for a moment. " You seem angrier about this than I thought you would be." He said.
" I dont mind that your the only one to have called, and it doesn' seem like a club move. However it bothers me when they move into my realm, which takes years to learn how to navigate, and dont ask for help. They'll ge' more than Clay killed like tha'." I said. "An' then the boys commentin' on my appearance righ' now. An' Chibs sayin' he has ta fix it, I am no' am it to be fixed. Its all jus' stackin' up on me. I need a good cigarette and good whiskey. I need ta ge' this shi' off o' me skin." I said rubbing at my arm, the make up came off revealing my tattoos. " An' I need the club ta treat me like the asset I am." I sighed.
"It'll work out. Everyone is under alot of stress right now." He said.
" I jus' need ta do wha' I said an' calm down. Maybe go fer a run or kick the shi' ou' of someone in a barfigh'." He smiled as we pulled up to a hotel. I walked up to the receptionist alone. Juice decided to stay back a few feet.
"I need a room." I said. She smiled.
"How long will you be staying?" She asked sweetly.
"I'll le' ye know when I do. Charge me fer a week an' we'll go from there." I said She nodded, I paid and she gave me a room key. I pulled my bag up onto my shoulder and Juice and I walked to the room. It was one of the nicer hotels in the area, but I didn't mind.
"Ye can hang around if ye wan'." I said kicking off the heels I was wearing.
" I'll just head back to the club and let them know where you are." I handed him the second key.
"Give whoever decides ta come ou' here tha'." I said, he nodded and put it in his pocket. "Take care o' yerself lad." I said. He nodded and left. I pulled off the dress and hung it up before getting into the shower. It felt nice to have my skin breathe again, without the makeup. I pulled on my regular clothes and makeup, feeling more relaxed and comfortable already. I poured a glass of whiskey and lit up my cigarette. I was only there for a few hours. I had ordered pizza and was watching the news when there was a knock on my door.
"Use the bloody key I gave ye." I yelled, not getting up. The door opened and in came Chibs and Jax. I glanced at them then back to the sighed and turned it off. I swiveled the chair around and looked at the two.
"Ye goin' ta tell me wha's goin' on?" I asked.
" What do you want to know?" Jax asked leaning against the wall.
"Why did ye ge' inta business with Damon Pope?" I asked.
" Tig accidentally killed his daughter, we got into business with him to try and save his life. But lost Opie instead." Jax said, I nodded.
" Had I known ye were workin' with Pope, I could have told ye how ta handle him. Pope resides more in my world than yers." I said. "Probably could have saved a few lives. An' why does Clay have tha' bounty on him?" I asked.
"Clay has done many things in the past, things I cant forgive." Jax said.
"Takin' away everythin' tha' man cared aboo' wasn' enough?" I asked. He nodded. "I ge' it." I said. " Though, I would have done it withou' causin' issues between ye an' Pope's lads." I told him. He nodded."An' this retired Marshal, Torc?"
" Tara volunteered at the prison tryin' ta meet with Otto ta reverse his RICO statement. In order to do tha' he killed a nurse with a crucifix he asked her ta bring him. The nurse was his sister. It's personal fer him." Chibs said, I looked at him.
"Well, clearly ye think ye have it under control. Le' me know if I can help, bu' Im done tryin' ta force it on ye. Ye have me numbers, both work phones an' personal. Call me should ye need me. I'll be in town fer I don' know how long. If I ge' a job an' ye haven' asked fer help. I'll take it an' ge' ou' o' yer hair." I said. Jax looked to Chibs who nodded, then Jax left. Leaving Chibs and I alone. I downed my glass of whiskey, then poured another.
"Wha's go' yer knickers in a bunch?" He asked, I stood up.
"Quite a bi' lad. Bu' we jus' settled mos' o' it. Im clearly no' needed here, I'll be on me way soon enough." I said.
"Wha's the res' o' it then?" He asked.
"I am no' a thing ta be fixed. I have legitimate concerns aboo' ye an' the boys. Im no' an auld lady, an' Im no' fragile. Ye' think I need ta be fixed. If ye really think like tha' then I'll jus' be on me way." I said.
"Ye heard tha'?" He asked looking surprised and ashamed.
"Aye, I heard it. I jus' go' off a job an' had jus' gotten a call sayin' shi' was hittin' the fan." I said. "When Im on edge I tend to hear, see, smell better. Im also a little faster in certain peoples' opinion." I moved away.
" I mean' I had ta fix wha'ever beef ye had. Clearly ye were upse' with us, bu' I know tha' Im close enough ta ye tha' really I'll be the only one ta ge' through to ye." He said. "No' fix ye yerself." He explained. I turned and looked at him.
"Really?" I asked. He nodded
"Really. I know theres nothin' ta fix with ye. Jus' the situation." I smiled, it was good to hear it.
"Alrigh'" I said, wrapping my arms around him." Im sorry I was so angry earlier. I was hur' tha' Juice was the only one ta call me, an' only after it go' so bad. It stung even more tha' it wasn' a club decision. Tha' an' sometimes Im moody after a job." He kissed me.
" Its alrigh' lass. Though the boys were righ', ye looked fantastic in tha' dress." I laughed.
"Yeah I be' ye dobbers liked tha' one." I said.
"I think it would 'ave looked better with yer tattoos an' boots though." He said.
Ye think? I though' it looked more political the way I was wearin' it." I smiled.
"Ye were gone a long while."
"I kept gettin' jobs. No one called I though' all was quiet on the western fron'." I said. Feeling bad I never checked in on my own. " I should have called."
"Lass yer fine. Trus' us, we've go' it. Bu' we're goin' on lockdown, the IRA doesn' like tha' were cuttin' ties, we jus' wan' everyone ta be safe." He said. I raised my eyebrows.
"The Irish Kings are tha' upse'?" I asked. He nodded.
"Aye, they are. Would ye go by. Stay at the clubhouse awhile?" He asked. I sighed.
"The Irish don' know where I am. Who I am really. They have no idea tha' I have ties with ye. Im safe, besides, I would know if any one was followin' me." I said. I didnt have the heart to flat out say that I would be safest far away from the club.
"Would ye swing by anyway, Im sure the res' o' the gang wou'd like ta make sure yer alrigh' an' no' ready ta blow." He said.
"Im no' a time bomb lad." I laughed. he kissed me.
"Tha's no' wha' I see." He said, I let him push me towards the bed. Things were just heating up when his phone rang. He sighed, but answered it. After a few moments he said,
"Aye, I'll be there." I sighed and let my head fall back onto the bed, he looked down at me with an apologetic smile.
"Jax needs a full table to vote this thing with the Irish." He said.
"Go, the club needs ye." I said. He hovered over me.
"Ye should come, it'll only take a few hours. Everyone will be happy ta see yer no' wrath incarnated." I laughed.
"Who said I wasn'?" I sighed. "Very well, I'll go." I said, he smiled and helped me up. I put a gun in my waistband and pulled my jacket on over the cropped Godsmack t-shirt. We walked out of the room hand in hand. It looked like I was going to ride bitch.
"Do ye still have the keys ta my harley?" I asked.
"Aye, they're at the garage. No ones touched yer bike." He said as I climbed on behind him.
"Good." I said. When we got to the clubhouse it was on lockdown, everyone was there. Families, old ladies and children, a few friends of the club.
"How's it going Smiley?" Unser greeted.
"Pretty good sir, I jus' wish I coul' have gotten ou' here sooner, help preven' some bloodshed." I said, shaking the old chief's hand.
"And shes back to kill us all." Bobby said light heartedly when he saw me.
"Oh lad, if I were ta kill ye, ye wouldn' be seein' me righ' now." I said.
"Temper under control now?" He asked.
"Aye, it is. No one is goin' ta die by my hand tanigh'." I promised him. He nodded. Chucky handed my a beer. I noticed Jax and Chibs watching the screens. Gemma and some Mexican I had never seen were outside talking, I saw the sheriff roll in.
"What time is it?" Jax asked.
"Two ta eigh'." Chibs replied.
"Let's get this vote going." Jax said, Chibs nodded and started rounding members up. Something was wrong, I could feel it. Jax looked down and picked up a green pin that had clovers on it. I watched him ask Chucky where it came from. Then he started yelling for everyone to get out. I reacted, grabbing the nearest kids I got out of the building then fought my way back. I helped a woman struggling with two small kids, grabbing one and running outside. I ran back again, by now most everyone was out. I saw Chibs waiting for Jax, he motioned for me to go, so I ran back to the group. Jax and Chibs emerged and made it past the porch, before the building blew. I shielded a kid, and watched as Jax and Chibs picked themselves up and run over.
"Jesus Chibs." I said hugging him, that was far too close for my comfort.
"Is everyone alright?" Jax asked. There was a check, everyone escaped unscathed.
"You all should go home." Jax said. He looked at me.
"Everyone is saying about how you kept running back in, are you crazy?" He asked."Got some sort of hero complex?"
"No, bu' I've seen far too much death in me time. If I can preven' the death of children I will." I said. I didnt like that he was questioning me like one of his members.
"Well thank you." He said hugging me. I went to Tara.
"Are yer boys alrigh'?" I asked. She nodded her and Abel looked a little shell shocked, but unharmed.
"How are ye doin'?" Chibs asked as I made my way through the crowd inquiring after any mothers and children.
"Fine. Jesus, the Kings are pissed at ye." I said looking at the burning wreckage of the clubhouse.
"Jus' Galen." He said.
"Well, le' me know how I can help." I told him. He nodded and kissed me.
"Go ta the hotel." He said, Jax approached.
" Can either of you arrange anything with the Kings?" He asked.
" I can kill 'em." I offered, he shook his head. " I can arrange fer ye ta kill Galen." I tried again.
"Hold onto that offer." He said smiling.
"I'll call them." Chibs said looking at me. Jax nodded then walked away.
"Is yer solution ta everythin' ta kill it?" He asked. I smiled.
"No' everythin' bu' pretty close to it." He shook his head. I shrugged. "It's easier than tryin' ta talk sometimes." He laughed.
"Alrigh' killer, go ta the hotel." He said.
" Sure thin' as soon as I ge' me bike." I said, I was glad it escaped the blast. I felt bad for the poor bloke's bikes that didn't.
"Oi, Chucky!" Chibs yelled walking towards the strange little man they had as a friend. He nodded at something Chibs said then disappeared into the garage office, he handed Chibs the keys to my Harley which the Scot relayed to me.
"Thank ye love." I said.
"Be safe." He asked.
"I'll try me hardes'." I promised. I pulled on my helmet and started the bike. But the sheriffs stopped me at the gate.
"Ms MacFallan." Roosevelt stopped me."I didnt know you were in town." I smiled.
"Aye, it was a shor' notice thin'." I said,he nodded.
"I bet."
"Excuse me Sheriff, bu' I would like ta go back to me hotel room an' drink meself ta sleep." I said. He laughed.
"Thats one way to get over almost being blown up."He commented. I turned off my bike.
"Ye know, tha' happens ta me more than I'd like ta admit." I said. He laughed.
"So you're the funny one." He said. I grinned at him.
"Sometimes." I said.
"Well Ms. MacFallan, I need your statement." He said.
"I was in the clubhouse, waiting for a friend, when Jax and Chibs started yellin' fer everyone ta clear ou' I grabbed a kid, don' remember which one, an' ran ou' I wen' back two or three more times to help." I said.
"Some real cowboy shit there." He said.
"I jus' didn' wan' anyone ta ge' hur' can understand tha'."I said, he nodded.
"Do you know who would want to blow up the Sons?" He asked.I laughed.
"Look lad, I've been away fer a few months. If they've gotten themselves inta trouble, which I doubt, I don' know anythin' abou' it." I said. He nodded.
"Alright then, go on." He said after jotting down my words. I started up and rode away. I noticed that Chibs and a few others had been keeping an eye on the conversation. I walked into the hotel, and up to the receptionist, her eyes widened at my appearance.
"You look different.'' She commented.
"Aye, differen' ha's fer differen' crowds." I said smiling.
"Well you must lead a very interesting life." She said, I nodded.
"Aye, I do. Bu' sometimes tha' life ge's hectic. Are ye here all nigh'?" I asked, leaning against the counter.
"Yeah." I pulled out a wad of cash, extracted a hundred dollar bill.
"Give me a call if anyone comes lookin' fer me would ye." I asked handing it to her. She frowned.
"Sure." She said.
"I'll give ye another hundred tomorrow mornin' fer yer trouble." She smiled, most people liked easy cash.
"No problem. I'll ring the room if anyone comes through, should I keep an eye out for a particular person?" She asked.
"Anyone with an Irish accent, especially if they're well dressed with several others around them. Don' mind the Scot wearin' a Sons o' Anarchy kut, he's a friend, anyone else though." I said.
"Are you in trouble ma'am, should I alert the Sheriff?" She asked. I smiled warmly at her.
"No. Im no' in trouble sweethear' jus' some angry family who migh' try ta settle this the Irish way, I'd hate fer yer hotel ta suffer the damage. The sheriff won' need ta know aboo' it if it doesn' happen." I said. She nodded.
"My sister married into an Irish family, I understand." I nodded.
"Aye, can be troublemakers can' they?" She nodded.
"So are you Irish?"She asked.
"Scottish, I was born in Arizona though. Moved ou' ta Glasgow an' earned me citizenship, now I do a bi' o' traveling." She smiled.
"Ever been to Paris?"She asked, she must be one of those romantics.
"Aye. Wonderful place, don' like the French much meself. Bu' the history is interestin' enough. Ever been?" I asked.
"No, but I want to." She nodded.
"Go' yerself a passport?" I asked. She nodded.
"I've been to Mexico a few times." A ticket to France was running at about $600. I pulled out another two hundred.
"Fligh's ta France from LA run at abou' 600 per person righ' now. I'll give ye another three hundred tomorrow." I said. She shook her head.
" Oh no, I couldnt."She said. I smiled.
"Consider it a tip. Fer bein' a watchdog. It's no' yer job, bu' Im askin' ye to do it ' yer fligh' ta Paris booked." She took the cash tentatively.
"Who are you?" She asked."No one just shells out six hundred for watching the door." She said.
"Im nobody. Jus' a ghos' really." I hit the desk."Have a good trip ta Paris." I said before getting in the elevator to my room. I smiled. I had done a lot of good today. And that put me in a very good mood. I got ready for bed. Tomorrow looked like it would be a long day, for everyone. I just wanted to know how I could help, I guess I could front them the money to rebuild. There was a knock on my door, I got up and opened it, there stood Chibs. I smiled.
"Come on love." I said quietly, it was late, I was betting most of the hotel was asleep. I stood aside and let him in. He walked in without a word.
"Ye can talk ta me. Ye know tha' righ'?" I asked, handing him a glass of whiskey. He sat down on the chair.
"Aye, I do." He said, taking the glass. I sat on the edge of the bed and curled my legs under me. He stared into the glass as if it had the power to unlock the mysteries of the future, before downing it. I watched him carefully, before standing up, taking the glass and setting in on the desk. I climbed into his lap.
" This thing with the Irish will pass." I said.
"I know, I jus' don' know where it will leave Samcro." He replied putting his hands on my hips.
" I will do whatever I can to help the group. " I told him. He looked up at me.
" I know ye will lass."He whispered. I smiled.
"Anythin' I can do ta help the club will have ta wait until tamorrow. So le' me help you." I said. He cocked his head to the side a little. I bit my lip, and leaned down alittle to kiss him. It was a sweet, teasing kiss, with the promise of more. I sat back a little, and pulled my shirt off, the only thing that was keeping me clothed was my panties, plain black boyleg panties. He watched, clearly intrigued by me being more bold with him than I had in the past. Normally he facilitated, and I followed his lead. But not this time. I turned his head to the side and kissed his neck, while I slid off the kut and pulled off his shirt. I ran my hands down his chest, and unbuckled his belt I looked into his eyes as I unbuttoned his pants, they were hazy with arousal and alcohol. I kissed down his neck and chest as I slid to the ground between his knees. I freed his member, feeling him harden under my fingertips. I leaned in close, starting at his base, I ran my tongue down his shaft to his head. Where I took him into my mouth, teasing him slowly.
I heard him take in a breath sharply and felt his hips move a little. I bobbed my head slowly at first.
"Jesus." He sighed. I let my hands wander over his body as I worked. I picked up the pace a little, I could taste him, a flavor that was unique, one I doubted I would find anywhere else in the world. I hummed a little, swirling my tongue over his head.
"God." I heard him moan. "Easy. slow down now. Nice long strokes." He gave helpful tips which I followed eagerly. Anything to help him forget the worries that he had to deal with during the day, even if it was only for a little while. I felt his body tense, and then he came. I nearly gagged, but made a quick recovery, and forced myself to swallow. His breathing was heavy, but he looked far from spent. There was a new light in his eyes. I looked up at him through my eyelashes, and gave him a little smirk. I stood up, and he pulled me into his lap, kissing me passionately.
"I don' know where ye learned ta do tha', bu' that was belter lass." He said after a moment before kissing me again. I smiled, then stood up, he looked disappointed, until I hopped up onto the bed and slid off my panties. I sat against the headboard, grabbing the top of it, I arched my back and spread my him a clear view of everything. He grinned kicked off his boots and shed his pants and crawled onto the bed.
"You look like quite the hooligan." He said as he came nearer. I put my foot on his shoulder, keeping him from coming any closer.
"Do I now?" I asked, I ran my tongue over my top lip. "Im thinkin' ye like trouble makers." I said quietly. He kissed the inside of my calf.
"Perhaps I do. I keep comin' back ta ye." He said. I smiled and moved my foot.
"Aye, ye do." I agreed. Watching him as his moved up and kissed the inside of my thigh, pulling my leg over his shoulder as he moved closer to me. I bit my lip, the anticipation was killing me. I felt my eyes fall shut and my head roll back as he kissed my core. I moaned as he stroked me with his tongue. The new experience was over far too quickly, leaving me breathless. Chibs kissed my stomach, then in between my breasts. He kissed me and I could taste myself on his lips, a combination of being breathless and my leg still thrown over his shoulder making it hard to breathe. He kissed me, our lips dancing, our tongues wrestling. I felt him guide himself into me and we began the dance.
When we finished, both of our chests were heaving and my skin was shiny with sweat, as was his.
"Jesus Smiley. You're going to be the death of me." He said as I put my head on his chest. I thought about it.
"Death by sex sounds like a good way to go." I said, he laughed.
"You my little burd are twisted." He replied.
"Aye, I know." I sighed, closing my eyes. I fell asleep with his arm around me. I slept soundlessly for the rest of the night. I woke up, Chibs was still asleep, so I quietly slipped out of bed, showered and dressed. Before he stirred, He looked at where I had been laying in confusion.
"Worried I had lef'?" I asked from my chair. He smiled.
" A bi'." he said sitting up.
"I didn' wan' ta wake ye." I said." An' I wouldn' leave with ou' sayin' good bye." I smiled.
"Go' plans today?" I was dressed a little nicer than usual.
"Im goin' ta give the club a proposition, then I go' a contract tha's a few hours away." I told him. He got out of bed.
"Wha' proposition?" He asked pulling on his pants.
"Somethin' ta help ye rebuild. Nothin' crazy, bu' ye will hear it when the res' do. I take it they' ll all be at the clubhouse today, trying to salvage what they can." I said.
"Aye, I'd be' so." He said. I nodded. There was a knock on the door, I stood and answered it. I had ordered breakfast from the diner, they delivered it. I paid the delivery and turned back in. I passed him a to go box that had two eggs, hash browns and bacon. Mine had sausage instead. I sat on the bed and crossed my legs.
" Wha' are ye up too lass?"He asked. I sighed.
" Nothin' tryin' ta help my family." I shrugged before taking a bite out of the eggs.
" Ye don' have ta." He said.
"I know, I wan' ta. Ye boys have had enough trouble, I wan' ta help. I don' like feelin' useless." I said. He chuckled digging into his breakfast.
"Love, yer far from useless." He said.
"I didn' say I was, I jus' said I feel useless." I said, he looked at me.
"We are lucky ta have ye." He said. I gave a sarcastic laugh.
"Why? Happy is creative enough at his job, Tara has more medical knowledge. Everythin' I could do is taken." I said. " Bu' I have more money than all o' ye combined, if I become the Sons of Anarchy personal bank then I'll do it to feel helpful." He sighed. We finished eating and went to the was a hot day, hot enough that as soon as I was parked I pulled off my leather jacket. Most of the boys were already there. When Jax walked up, we were bantering with each other, and mind fucking the prospects.
"Oi, Jackie Boy, I have a proposition." I said, extinguishing my finished cigarette.
"Whats up Smiles?" He asked looking to Chibs, who shrugged.
" I wan' ta be in charge o' rebuildin' the clubhouse. I've go' the money, or at the very least, let me give ye the money ta cover it." I said. Jax looked at me like I was crazy.
"This is thousands of dollars worth of repairs." He said.
"Aye, ye have families ta feed, I don' an' ou' of us presen' I make the most." I said. I heard crossed his arms. "No offense lad, bu' we both know it's true. Look I feel useless, by letting me do this I'll feel better abou' meself." I said.
"I'll put it to a vote." He said. I nodded.
"Le' me know." I said, I turned and kissed Chibs.
"I should be be back before tonigh', bu' if Im no' don' worry." I said. He nodded. I walked over to my bike, pulled off my t-shirt and traded it for my leather jacket. This way if I crashed I would be better protected. I shoved the shirt into my bag. I pulled on my helmet, and left, I could see most of them staring after me. I smiled to myself. I went to the hotel, paid the receptionist, and checked out.