Two days after the incident at TM, Unser stops by the garage to talk to me. Apparently the stupid whore ran off to Deputy Hale with a complaint about my customer service skills. The older man finishes talking to Tig and heads in my direction. I've known Unser since I was born. He's been the one to bring me home on several occasions after a bar fight with some bitch or when I was busted the few times for underage drinking. I flash him a smile as he stops in front of me.
"Hey hun. How have you been?" He asks
"Eh, you know. I know why you're here Unser and she took the first swing. I have about 20 witnesses, including customers that saw it." I tell him, barely looking up from my work.
"What happened?" he asks. I sigh, setting the paperwork aside and looking up at him.
"I tried explaining to her that Jax wasn't interested in her. She didn't like that so she slapped me after she tried to rip my hair out. I just defended myself." I explain nonchalantly. "Are you here to arrest me?"
Jax overhears my question and heads over to us. "There a problem here?" he asks
"Yeah, the lovely girl you 'cheated' on me with, she went running to Hale." I tell him with a sarcastic grin
"What?" he asks "You here to arrest her Chief?" he crosses his arms in front of him.
"No, no, nothing like that. The girl wants a restraining order is all. I'm here to serve you the papers." He says. I burst out laughing.
"Jaxson, next time maybe you should consider one of those instead of asking me to take out the trash." He smiles. Unser shakes his head at us.
"Actually Jax, I need to talk to Clay. He around?" the older man asks. Jax walks with him back to the clubhouse.
Filip saunters to the counter and leans down as I type. "Everythin all right sweetheart?" he asks. Concern is etched on his face.
"I'm good, just that whore drama Jax pulled me into." I shrug. "Unser will take care of it for me."
"Aye, he's a good one. What are you up to tonight?"
"Louise and I are going out to the bar. Why? You got a better idea?" I wink at him as I move from behind the counter and head toward Gemma's office.
"Be careful, you don't need to be gettin in trouble." He slowly catches up to me. "Call me if you need to."
"I will Chibs. It's sweet you care but you know that no one will even think about it. They're too afraid of Jax and Op." I reassure him as I go in to give Gemma my paperwork.
Blaring music fills the air as we pull into the parking lot. We lock the car and head inside. I'm already more than a little buzzed. The place is packed with the regulars that frequent. We squeeze through the crowd and hit the bar giggling. Kip is a few seats away and nods my way.
"Who's that?" Louise asks, she's a sucker for any relatively cute guy. Actually, she's a sucker for any guy.
"Half-sack? He's friends with Jax and Opie. You know?" Louise isn't even paying attention. She's making eyes at the prospect who is lapping it up from his seat. I roll my eyes.
"What you want?" the bartender leans close to hear my order in the noise.
"Jameson and Coke and she wants some kind of fruity chick drink. Plus can I get three shots of Tequila; give one to that sad looking little boy at the end of the bar." I pour on the flirt, making sure I show plenty of cleavage.
"Of course sweetie." The bartender sets glasses down in front of us and Kip. After pouring the drinks, he shakes his head when I try to give him the money; works every time. Half-sack tips his glass my way and takes his shot quick. I let the warm liquid slide smoothly down my throat. I'm half way to my mission for the night. Drunk and numb are on the agenda. Louise taps my shoulder and points to the pool table that just opened up. I nod my head and follow her.
Three games later, I'm up $750 from some idiot who tried to bet against me. He's a shot short of breaking his pool stick over the table. His buddy's not much better. I lean over smoothly and set up my final shot and sink it flawlessly. The guy is pissed. I smile sweetly at him. He moves to walk away without paying.
"Hey, I think you forgot something." I call out.
"Bitch, I didn't forget shit. You fucking hustled me." He spat, reeking of alcohol.
"Now that's not very nice." I tell him. "In fact, it's downright insane." A few people close by overhear and turn their attention our way. The locals know this guy was on the losing end of this fight. They watched me kick out too many drunk assholes to even bother arguing with me; especially over money.
He turns to walk away again and Opie steps in front of him; his face full of rage after hearing the conversation.
"I'm pretty sure that my sister said you owe her something? Why don't we just be smart about this hu?" Opie asks him through gritted teeth, his eyes blazing.
"Aye, lad. It's impolite to take somethin that don't belong to ya." Chibs appears at my side. The guy reaches into his pocket and pulls out the $250 he owes me and throws it on the table before walking away.
"You shouldn't be hustling people Bree, it's fucking stupid and dangerous." Opie tells me, his anger not completely calm. We walk back to the bar.
"Opie, I just needed the extra money." I whine a little in my drunken state.
"For what?" he asks
"I gotta find my own place Op. I'm fighting with dad all the time." I tell him.
Opie sighs, he's feeling guilty. That wasn't my intention. I throw an arm over his shoulders and lean into his ear.
"Op, I don't blame you. You didn't leave me with him, she did. It wasn't your fault and you came back as soon as you could. Dad's never hit me and he never did anything creepy. He just sucks at being sober. I just need my own space is all." I whisper before placing a kiss on his temple.
"Come on. I need shots." I tell him as I kneel on the bar stool in front of me. I reach casually over the bar and grab the bottle of tequila. After I pour several shots, I throw my money on the bar and put the bottle back. The bartender winks at me as he pulls a beer. As the shot glass hits my lips, I feel the full effect of the alcohol. I grab the edge of the bar to brace myself. Filip is at my side in a heartbeat.
"Whoa Bree." My brother says as he grabs my other arm.
"Maybe it's time we take ya home Aubrey." Filip tells me.
"Awwww, I don't wanna go home." I whine again, this time adding a pout.
"I can't have you at the house all drunk. Donna is already freakin out. We're kinda havin a rough time." Opie whispers to me, before turning attention to the beer glass in front of him.
"All right, I'll go home. You take care of my baby?" I ask. I don't wait for answer before dropping my keys into his hand.
"I'll take her Opie; you make sure that Half-Sack gets that tart home, aye?" I follow his gaze and shake my head as Louise is all but straddling the kid at the end of the bar.
"Take me home Filip." I laugh as we head out into the crisp night air. He pulls me on to the back of his bike. Wrapping my arms around him and gripping his chest, I squeeze my thighs around his hips. I take a deep breath, letting his scent cover me. It only adds to my intoxication. As the bike roars to life under me, I pull myself into him a little further, sighing in contentment.
Filip pulls easily into the parking lot of his apartment building and turns off the bike. I give him a confused look as I jump off the back of his bike clumsily. He reaches out to steady me as I stumble. His mouth turns up in a sexy grin. The impulse to kiss him surprises me. I shake my head trying to rid myself of the thought but heat rushes through my body anyway.
"I figured ya could just spend the night on my couch instead of having to deal with Piney. I know you guys got into it today. He told me about it when I stopped by earlier." He said.
"You're the best Filip. I don't deserve it." I slurred as we walk through the front door. Filip helps me to the couch and gently sets me down before bending over to take my boots off. He looks up at me with his dark eyes and the urge I fought outside returns. I place my palm on his cheek, running my thumb across one of his scars.
"Aubrey, yer drunk sweetie." His rough hand wraps around my own and kisses the palm sending bolts of electricity through me. What the hell is wrong with me? This is Filip. He sits down next to me on the couch and pulls my legs across his own. I lay my head back and sigh, lost in thought.
"That I am." I tell him. The feel of his rough hand rubbing the inner part of my calf distracts me. Abandoning any attempt at rational thought, I adjust my leg allowing him access to my thigh with no resistance. His fingertips graze a sensitive spot and I shiver. I raise my head and stare at him through my eyelashes. I don't think I've ever looked at him this way before. Filip is about 10 years older than me but he carries it well. His shaggy reddish brown hair is peppered with gray making him look even sexier. The scars on his face only make him look tough and beautiful
"Don't look at me like that baby." He groans. His raspy voice calling me baby causes a stir deep inside me. I sit up, making sure to rub my calf against him in all the right places. My body tingles. I lightly reach out for his shoulder, the muscles firm and defined. Imagining his strong arms wrapped around my body is enough to push me forward.
"Say that again, Filip." I beg him in the quietness of the apartment.
"What do you want me to say?" he sighs.
I pull my knees underneath me and sit up, sliding closer to him. Leaning over close to his ear; I let out a soft breath.
"Call me baby again." I murmur; allowing my tongue to brush against his ear as I plead with him. He groans low and guttural.
"Baby." I swing my leg across his lap and sit up, hovering over his lap. He leans his head back as he looks up at me. "Baby, baby" he whispers again as I pull his mouth to mine. The feeling is intense and I'm suddenly craving more of him. The effects of the alcohol are pushed away by a new intoxication. His lips trace a rough, hungry path from my mouth to my collar bone and I bury my hands in his hair.
I whisper his name over and over again as he peels my shirt up over my head and kisses my stomach, lightly. I giggle and curl up against his chest, burying my face in his neck. His hands methodically massage my back as I use my teeth against his skin, biting and kissing. His calloused hands make their way to my hips, gripping them and pulling me into him. My hips grind into his lap, feeling him through his pants. He wants this as much as I do. An eager moan escapes my lips.
He pushes me roughly against the couch before tugging on the button to my jeans. I raise my hips as he eagerly pulls my pants off leaving me in my white lace bra and panties.
"Christ, Aubrey." He moans as he grips the fabric between my legs, ripping it from my body, letting the shredded fabric slip to the floor.
I'm dizzy with anticipation. He moves my leg, allowing him to crawl between my legs and lean over me. I reach up, expertly undoing the buttons on his shirt. He alternates between running his hand over the fabric of my bra and watching my hands work. When I get the last button undone, I drag my nails up his chest to his shoulders and slowly push the shirt back. He sits back on his knees staring at me. I can't believe I've never looked at this man before.
"What are ya doing girl?" he says, running his hands up and down my thighs, adding to the sensations already coursing through my body. I lay there more than half-naked, not able to speak, not sure of what I wanted from him other than to feel him against me, inside me. He leans over me, hands gripping the arm of the couch above my head, his eyes searching my own.
"Filip, I want you." I whisper
"That's the tequila talking." He says; disappointment written across his face. I shake my head, eager to reassure him. He pulls back again, sighing heavily as buries his face in his hand. I pull myself back up, curling up under his arm and leaning on his chest.
"It's not the tequila. I sobered up the moment I tasted your lips." I place a tender kiss against his chest. He pulls me away from him again.
"We can't Aubrey. You know that. God knows I want to but we just can't." He pushes himself off the couch and heads to his room, closing the door behind him. With tears in my eyes, I pull my clothes back on and curl up on the couch. The memory of his rough kisses and the feel of his hands on my body refuse to fade. Eventually I fall asleep. My dreams are laced with fantasies, too detailed to ignore.
I open one eye the next morning, aware of someone watching me. The memories from the night before and my ensuing dreams flood over me as I slowly raise my head. Filip is standing in the kitchen, watching me. An unreadable expression cast across his fast.
"Morning." His accent makes me melt.
"Morning Filip." I pull myself up to a sitting position, my head throbs immediately. He hands me a cup of coffee.
"Ya should get ready. Yer brother's gonna be here any minute with yer car" Pushing myself off of the couch, I head toward the bathroom. I leave my discarded panties on the floor. Let him clean up. Frustration runs through me. I hope the hot water will wash away any disappointment and lingering memories. It doesn't have the desired effect but it will have to do. When I'm done, I plaster a fake smile on my face as I leave the bathroom. The apartment is empty. He already left. I lock the door behind me as Opie pulls up with my car.
"You'll have to drop me off at work before you head to TM, but this way you don't have to get your car later." He says as I drop myself into the front seat. "How you feeling this morning?" he hands me a coffee he grabbed at the gas station.
"Like I was hit by a bus." My hangover excuse allows me to ride to work in silence without his curious stare. I spend the entire time thinking about what I did. I didn't even realize I looked at Filip that way. Every touch of his skin and lips last night, burned a memory into my flesh. Just the thought sent pure electricity through my thighs. By the time I pull into the parking lot, my thoughts turned to hurt and anger. I pull a hooded sweatshirt from my back seat on. Keeping my head down; I head to the office. Gemma is out today. She asked me to file some paperwork. I close the door and turn up the radio.
When I emerge from the office a couple of hours later for a break, the tow truck is dropping a silver Beamer with the ass end of a deer sticking out of the windshield. Filip jumps out of the driver side of the truck and makes eye contact with me. He quickly turns away. Poor Kip is stuck with deer removal duty. I almost burst out laughing when I hear him tell Jax that he doesn't eat meat.
I walk to the clubhouse to grab some coffee. Footsteps follow me but I refuse to turn around. Heading into the bar, I peek over my shoulder and watch as Jax answers his phone. Filip starts to pace, irritated. Juice is working behind the bar. I stomp past him, my anger growing.
"Hey Aubrey, I didn't know you were here." He said as he takes stock of the bar inventory.
"Yeah, workin in the office today." I take a long sip of coffee as Filip and Jax walk in. Filip walks over, paperwork in hand and gives it to me. I avoid eye contact and walk past him without a word. Jax throws a smart ass comment my way and I smile slightly as I head back to the office. I hear Filip mutter something like hangover as an excuse toward my behavior as I pick up my pace. Lowell watches me cautiously as I stomp back to the office and slam the door.
I hated that this was affecting me so much. I don't know what I was thinking throwing myself at him while I was drunk. I'm not any better than the crow eaters I bashed with Gemma on a Friday night. When I watch Filip leave with Tig and Clay for a bit, I sneak back out of the office and into the clubhouse. Jax leans against the bar, a tense look on his face.
"What up big brother?" I ask him
"I should ask you the same thing there little girl. What's goin on with you today?" he asks
"Rough night." It's not a lie. I give him a half-hearted grin. "Where you headed?"
"I gotta hit up the storage unit today, check out what's in there for the baby."
"Yeah? Why don't you pile up the stuff you want and I'll run it over to Wendy's later." I know he hates going over there.
"You gonna be nice?" he cocks his eyebrow
"Sure." I shrug my shoulders. Wendy and I have gotten into more than one fight but as long as she's pregnant, I back off.
"Ok. I'd appreciate that. You're amazing Bree." He gives me a hug before heading out the door.
For the rest of the afternoon, I sit in the office and work. I turn up the volume on my stereo and concentrate on the paperwork from the Beamer this morning. The sound of a horn catches my attention. Gemma's flying into the parking lot. I race out to find out what is going on.