Tig works hard to give Sydney a day dream-worthy enough to help her forget about all of the problems that she has waiting for her back home.
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CHAPTER 59: CALIFORNIA DREAMING
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"Come on, let's eat." Tig nodded to the back of the van, cutting off any thoughts that Sydney was having about not being worthy of what he had happily put together for her. There was a reason that Tig Trager was known for anything but romance, but there was also a reason that she made him want to be a romantic. It wasn't that he didn't possess the ability—he did, it was that he had switched off that vulnerable part of himself all of those years ago, thinking that he would never find anyone worthy of that risk ever again; but as she had many times over the last couple of months, Sydney had proved him wrong.
Sydney nodded as she took in the scene around her, a nostalgic smile coming to her face when she realized that the beach that Tig had taken her to was the beach in Anu Nuevo Park—the same deserted beach that she'd come to in search of solace during his first run to Nevada. She turned her attention back to him, letting him guide her to sit atop the blankets that he had padded the floor of the van with. "Yellow this time, huh?" She mused as she picked up the bouquet of fully bloomed roses.
"Figured I'd cycle through the rainbow." He smirked as he lifted the lid off of the mini cooler, passing her a beer.
"You really did think of everything." She smirked back as she popped the cap off of the glass bottle, and tipped it back.
"Mhmm, wait til you see what else I got planned..." He winked as he unscrewed the cap to his own beer, smiling slyly around the bottle.
"There's more?" Her forehead creased as he nodded proudly. "Damn… My pussy must be real good to deserve all of this." She drawled, shaking her head slowly.
"The best." He groaned playfully, glad to hear the return of the light-hearted jokes that he was used to. "But, you know… I'm gettin' good at this." He gestured to the thoughtful scene around them. "You got some measuring up to do." He teased, feigning cockiness as pulled open the cardboard takeout container in his lap.
"The last time I planned a good date, it got me dumped." She scoffed.
Tig's head snapped up worriedly when her bitter response hit his ears, sending his heart spiking up into his throat before he saw that devious little smirk on her face. "Eat your dinner." He rolled his eyes, nudging her leg with a bashful smile as he passed her the box.
"Yes, sir." She cooed, picking up the sauce cup that was filled with chipotle mayo. "Maybe I'll be able to measure up later…" She drawled as she popped the lid off, peeking up at him through her eyelashes as she slowly sucked the spicy substance off of her thumb.
Tig grinned as he shook his head at her antics, leaning down and grabbing her ankles where he hoisted her legs up onto his lap, winking as he reached over into the box and pulled out a beef burrito.
Sydney smiled as she settled comfortably over him, sinking her teeth into the deliciously juicy fish taco that she had spent all night dreaming of. "Good?" Tig asked as he finished off his first burrito, reaching into the box for another.
"Good food, good view, good service..." She nodded as she let her eyes slide over him lewdly. "I'll have to make sure I tip the Sergeant real good." She smirked suggestively.
"The Sergeant'll be the one tipping you real good."
Sydney threw her head back against the wall of the van and cackled, her smile not fading as she watched one spread across his face. She tried to stop, but she couldn't, not with her chest so full of the lightness that he'd always provided her with. She finally tore her eyes away, looking down at her lap as the giddiness slowly loosening its grip on her face.
Tig smiled as he watched her giggle as the sun bounced off of her glowing face. He ran his hands up and down the smoothness of her calves, soaking up the entirety of the blissful moment. He was glad that she seemed to be back to normal, and he was even more glad to know that he had been a part of getting her there—especially after the previous day. And the best part was that his entire plan hadn't even been revealed yet; he had managed to hit a home run before he'd even made it to the second base.
The pair ate in a comfortable silence as they stared out across the horizon where the rolling waves were reduced to ripples the further that they got from the shoreline. Tig smiled as he patted her leg, leaning over and sticking his hand into the box in search of another burrito.
"Oh my God!" He jerked back at the sound of her sudden shrieking, looking over her with wide eyes as panic filled his lungs yet again, but he quickly realized as her legs bounced against his thighs, that her outburst had been one of excitement, not distress.
"What?" He looked out to where she was staring across the water for an explanation.
"You didn't see?" She frowned.
"Nah, I was trying to get another burrito before you eat all of those, too." He whined, shaking his head as he stared into the box that she had nearly wiped clean of both his food and hers.
"I told you I wanted tacos." She rolled her eyes with a playful smile, sliding the box off of her lap and over to him as her eyes returned to water.
"You didn't tell me how many!" He exclaimed theatrically. He knew that the girl could eat, but he hadn't expected her to match his determination in polishing off the dozen tacos that he'd been sure would sustain them for the evening.
"You didn't ask." She shrugged.
Tig shook his head with a chuckle, returning his attention to his burrito where he began his second attempt at a mouthful. "Look, look, look!" Sydney screamed, startling him with a smack to his bicep this time.
"Jesus Christ, woman." He jerked back, exhaling sharply as he squinted to try and see what it was that she was losing her damn mind over, beginning to wonder if there was actually anything there, or if she was just fucking with him. But just as he became convinced that she was keeping him from eating on purpose, he saw it; the large tail coming up out of the water before going right back down—a sight that had Sydney bolting towards the water to get a closer look.
"God dammit." He grumbled, tossing his untouched burrito back into the box before running after her where he quite literally swept her off of her feet. He couldn't help but smile as she screech-laughed when he scooped her up, carrying her to the shoreline where they stood in a silent anticipation for the elusive ocean creature to emerge once again.
"I think he's gone, babe..." Tig frowned after a few minutes, scanning the unbroken surface as far as his eyes could see.
"He's gonna come up again." Sydney shook her head with a pout, not taking her eyes off of the exact spot that she'd seen the whale go down.
They stood for a few minutes longer, the stillness being swallowed by the crashing of waves and the cawing of seagulls before Sydney finally realized that she wasn't going to be lucky enough to see it for a third time. "Okay," she frowned. "Can I put my feet in the water before we go back?" She looked up at him with those glossy, pleading eyes.
Tig nodded attentively, setting her to the ground before he leant down to pull his boots off, and roll up his jeans. Once he was ready, he grabbed her hand and carefully led her to where the rolling waves met the sand, a smile coming to his face as he watched the peace roll over hers the second that the frothy water gathered around her bright pink toes.
Sydney inhaled deeply as the euphoric sensation enveloped her, squeezing Tig's hand while her eyes fell shut, and the cleansing breath travelled through her lungs, clearing them of the panic that had settled deep into the tissue. She let her eyes open back up to the shining sun, blinking a few times as they adjusted to the light before she was taken aback by the sight that appeared before her; at least a dozen whales propelling their upper bodies out of the water.
"Oh my God!" She slapped her hand over her mouth as she squealed, her wide eyes looking to Tig to be sure that he'd seen it this time.
"Migration…" Tig realized as he watched the sloshing water where the pod of humpbacks had come up. "They don't usually get this close..." He spoke through his awe. He didn't consider himself to be much of a spiritual guy—unless the signs were bad, of course—but he couldn't help but feel like luck had been on his side for once. It seemed that all of the stars had somehow perfectly aligned just for him to be able to give Sydney the perfect day; like the universe was rewarding him for his seemingly fruitless efforts.
"Holy shit..." Sydney shook her head, still thoroughly captivated even after they had disappeared far below the surface. "Now you really outdid yourself." She chuckled.
"I know." He winked. "And I ain't done yet, come on." He nodded back to the van, scooping her back up and carrying her across the beach before setting her back down onto the pile of blankets while he crawled up to the front and swiped the black backpack that he'd stashed behind the driver's seat—pulling out a turquoise bikini, and the black swim trunks that he'd gotten for their first beach trip.
"Rooting around my closet again, huh?" She joked with a seductive smile as she accepted the strappy bathing suit that he'd apparently chosen from her extensive collection.
"I've found all your skeletons, baby," he winked. "Speaking of skeletons… I'm excited to get home to that little box of yours..." He wiggled his eyebrows playfully, smirking as his arm circled her waist and pulled her against him.
"You've been enjoying my little box all day." She mused, rolling her eyes as a devious smirk tugged at her lips before the flush of mixed excitement and embarrassment was immediately overtaken by the ache in her thigh when her legs instinctually wrapped around him. "I can't go in the water…" She realized, growing even more frustrated with her situation that he had managed to make her forget about as she looked down at the silky garment in her hands.
"Don't worry." Tig shook his head, lifting her falling chin. "I got it all taken care of." He assured her, diving down to capture her lips in a sensual, open-mouthed kiss—her frown disappearing instantly as she slid her hands up his chest, his taste completely abolishing her disappointment.
Tig pulled her into his lap as their encounter quickly escalated to a hungry flurry of need as she devoured his mouth, his hands greedily roaming every inch of her body while hers pulled at his shirt.
"Are you gonna help me change?" She panted between hot kisses.
"You need my help, baby?" He pulled back with a smirk.
"Mhmm..." She pleaded with wide eyes as she pressed her hands against his chest, looking down at him with her lip between her teeth before he lifted her to rest on her knees in front of him, gently dragging the frilly hem of her dress upwards—taking his time around her wound until the light material was gathered at her waist, and he finally pulled it over her head.
Sydney shivered when the cool breeze rolling off of the water, hit her bare back—sighing when the warmth of his hands enveloped her as he brought her back into his lap, his hot mouth attaching itself to her neck; then her collarbone, then the tops of her breasts, and finally to her nipples as his strong arms held her tightly against him.
"I—" She moaned. "I wanna feel you… All of you." She whined as she rocked against him, needing more than the soothing feeling of his hands sliding up and down the smooth skin of her back.
Tig pulled his lips off of her as she writhed in his grip. "I'm all yours, baby." He nodded, letting her go as he leant back and pulled his t-shirt over his head, quickly pressing himself back against her.
Sydney sighed when the warmth of his chest met hers, sliding her hands over his shoulders and winding her arms around his neck as she pushed her tongue inside of his mouth, and continued to grind herself against crotch. "Make love to me, Alexander." She whispered as they parted, resting her forehead against his.
Tig felt the same spark that he'd felt the first time that his name had come out of her perfect mouth in that soft lilt as she begged for him to show her how much he loved her. He nodded, reattaching his lips to hers as he moved his hands to the middle of her back, supporting her weight as he gently lowered her to the soft blankets below them.
Sydney's thumbs rubbed tender circles over his cheekbones as he kissed her lazily, her breathing getting deeper, and more labored the longer that he made her wait. Only he could make her so eager for something so amazing to end, because she knew that what was to come would be even better.
Tig pressed one last kiss to her moistened lips, finally sitting up where he unbuckled his belt. He felt her nails lightly dragging down his chest, tickling the sensitive skin where butterflies swarmed below the surface as she looked up at him so affectionately. He couldn't help but smile at the slight blush that came to her cheeks when he matched her gaze, looking down at her where she laid; beautiful, exposed, his.
"You're an angel…" He spoke dreamily, running his thumb over her cheek before he pressed his lips back to hers. Slow was not a word that would ever be used to describe Tig Trager, but it was a word that perfectly described the way that he loved Sydney—the way that he took his time worshipping her body, and admiring her beauty; like he wanted to memorize every last detail.
"I love you." She whispered as his lips parted from hers.
"I love you too." He spoke sincerely, shimmying out of his jeans before gently slipping his fingers under the waistband of the g-string under her dress and carefully sliding it down her legs.
Sydney whimpered under the gentle touch of his fingertips, shivering as he took his time gliding them back up her body where he took her face into his hands, stroking her jaw as he slowly pushed inside of her.
"Tig..." She moaned into his mouth where he hovered over her as she took in the overwhelming medley of sensations, absorbing every sound that left her lips as she clutched his biceps while her eyes rolled back, and goosebumps broke out across her skin.
Tig felt a buzzing in his chest as she quivered below him, her sensitive body constricting even tighter around him the longer that he marinated in the warmth that spread through his entire body. He pressed his forehead against hers as he gently retreated, his own eyes beginning to flutter backwards before he snapped his head back in place, looking down at her with the same admiration that she was looking up at him with.
He let his eyes fall to their heaving chests and trembling arms where they sat completely enamored with each other, a tinge of excitement pulling at his jaw as he trailed his gaze back up to hers where the switch flipped the second that they re-established eye contact.
Sydney's hands flew to his shoulders, yanking him as close as she could while his lips attacked hers, and his hands gripped harshly at her sides and guided her onto her back. He trailed his hands up her arms, lifting them above her head and holding them in place as he pulled his lips from hers and hovered over her, staring deep into her eyes while he made deep, slow love to her.
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Jax stood over the shallow grave in the woods with his arms crossed. He knew that he should've burned and buried the prick days ago, but there was something inside of him that was stopping him from closing that coffin for good; a part of him that knew that once this was over, him and Tara would be too—and he hadn't been ready to let go of everything that he was familiar with, not yet...
But all of that had changed in a matter of minutes. He was shown once again why it was so dangerous to live this life half in, half out... A Son would've had no problem finding a way around the issue with Opie before it escalated the way that he knew it would, but a Vice President wouldn't have had an issue in the first place. And now both him and his best friend were burdened by not only the weight of the club, but the secrets that came when one tried to fight it.
He flicked open his Zippo, tossing the flame down onto the gasoline-doused body, watching as the six-foot hole burst into flames. He grit his teeth as the smell of burning flesh began to fill the air, seeping into every last crevice of comfortable familiarity that he had ever known.
Once the flames began to reduce, he knew that it was time to do the last thing that he needed to do in order to seal his fate as a true outlaw; pulling out his father's manuscript from underneath his hoodie. He took a tainted breath of toxin-filled air, removing the dry parchment from the protective leather and flipping through the worn pages one last time before he threw it down onto the bed of embers. No matter how much sense his father's words may have made, no matter how badly he wanted to take the club in the direction that the founding President had always intended, he knew that he would never be SAMCRO as long as this existed in his life. And if he couldn't pull Opie out, then he needed to be sure that he was standing right there beside him.
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"I changed my mind," Tig chuckled from where he stood between Sydney's legs where they dangled off of the back of the van as he tied the drawstring on his swim trunks. "You aren't Tequila Sunrise, you're Sex on The Beach." He looked up at her with a sly grin.
"Sweet… Juicy…" She mused with as she dragged her foot up his leg with a flirty smile.
"Damn right you are." He growled playfully, smoothing his hands up her thighs as he let his eyes linger over her perfect body in the revealing bathing suit—not nearly as concerned about the amount of skin that she had on display, as he had been the first time that they'd been at the beach together.
"You know, I could've just gone naked…" She drawled as she scanned over the completely deserted beach, slowly reaching behind her where she pulled at the strings that were holding her top together.
"You practically are." Tig scoffed, yanking her to her feet before she could finish untying her suit, playfully smacking her ass—which was fully exposed in the thong style bottoms—with a smirk.
"So..." Sydney bit her lip as she tried to tame the grin that seemed to be permanently plastered to her face. "What exactly are you planning on doing? Lifting me up onto your shoulders?" She raised a brow as she looked between Tig and the open water.
"Nah. You'll be on my shoulders later." He winked before rounding the van.
Sydney felt the butterflies swarm from her chest, to her core as her cheeks burned under the unforgiving sun as she thought about going again—wondering if round three could somehow be even better than round two had been, but her hyper-sensitive body seemed to know the answer as she began pulsing with excitement.
Tig finally returned with a proud smile on his face as he presented her with the large cardboard box, placing his hands on his hips. "Oh, Sergeant..." She hooked her finger into her mouth as she examined the hot pink lounge raft. "You are too good..." She shook her head with a giggle. He really had thought of everything.
Tig felt his dick twitching when she looked at him like that; her playful eyes instantly turning seductive as his trailed down her body before he managed to refocus himself, tossing the box down to the sand with a shake of his head as he reached for his knife.
Sydney smiled as he tried to ignore her as he sliced the box open with an exaggerated concentration, a giggle bubbling in her chest as she seated herself back down and watched him remove the bright pink vinyl from the box. She sat in amusement over the next few minutes as she watched his fake ignorance shift from her, to the real problem that she had been able to detect as he studied the intricate design of the inflatable chair.
"You bring a pump?" She smirked down at him knowingly.
"Uh—" Tig blinked a few times, scratching his head. He couldn't believe that in the midst of his intricate plan, he had forgotten such a vital tool...
"Ah, so you're planning on blowing me too." She mused, leaning back onto her elbows with a grin.
"Hey! I don't need anything from the peanut gallery, okay?" He held up hand to silence her in mock-frustration before returning to the task at hand.
Sydney bit her lip as she pushed herself to her feet and pranced over to him. "I'm just kidding, Tiggy." She tilted his head up, leaning down to pepper his lips with sloppy, apologetic kisses.
"Uh-huh." Tig grumbled playfully.
"What if I lay right here while you blow it up for me?" She suggested as she settled herself into the sand next to him, lying on her stomach so that her ass was in perfect view.
"Fine." He gave one of her exposed cheeks a good swat. "But I don't want you on that leg, so flip over." He turned away, attempting to show as little interest in her display as possible.
"Yes, daddy." She purred as she rolled onto her back.
Tig dropped his grumbly facade for a split second, looking at her with a playful smirk before plastering the displeased look back on his face as he began blowing air into the fluorescent lounger.
Once the Sergeant's poor smoker's lungs were thoroughly spent, there was finally enough air collected to warrant heading into the water. He got to his feet, wobbling a few times as he fought off the dizziness that clouded his vision with bright white spots, blinking rapidly as his eyes refocused to see Sydney standing in front of him with a smug smile as she held out a beer.
"Looks like you need this." She pursed her lips as she looked over his unstable stance.
"Yeah, yeah." Tig rolled his eyes. "The things I do for you…" He placed a hand on his hip, shaking his head playfully as he tipped the bottle back.
"Don't worry, Sarge." She cooed as she drummed her nails over his exposed stomach, fighting off her smile when he flinched and began choking on his beer. "I promise I'll make it worth your while." She drawled seductively, turning away from him with a cocky smirk as he composed himself.
Tig watched her walk towards the water in awe, chuckling as he shook his head before draining his beer and tossing the empty bottle onto the sand, swiping the almost fully-melted sorbet before grabbing the floaty and following after her.
Sydney stood at the shoreline with her feet in the water, pulling her hair out of her low ponytail as she waited for Tig. She flipped her head upside-down, gathering her thick, long locks into a messy bun on the top of her head where she began fastening it before she heard a snap.
"Fuck..." She groaned as she straightened up.
"What?" Tig scowled as he approached, realizing what had happened as she dangled the broken elastic before his eyes as her other hand held her hair in place.
"Don't suppose you guys keep any in the van." She chuckled with a roll of her eyes.
"Nah… I don't think so." Tig shook his head as he pursed his lips, looking around for an alternate solution when his eyes landed on his wrists. "Come here." He motioned for her to come closer, taking over where she had been holding her hair atop her head and wrapping one of his wrist cuffs around it, pulling the leather as tight as he could before stepping away.
"Good?" He asked wearily, holding his hands up to catch it as she bobbed her head around.
"Good." She nodded with a pleased smile.
"Alright." He nodded as he moved onto the next obstacle; how he was going to get her past the waves and into the calmer water without getting her wet. "Hold this," he passed her the sorbet. "And come here." He led her out a little deeper to where the chair was able to float. "Now lay down."
Sydney looked skeptically between the floaty, and the waves—knowing that they were definitely big enough to, at the very least, get her wet if Tig tried to push her through them.
"Have some faith. Come on." He ushered her down to the chair, ignoring her questioning gaze.
She chuckled as she settled onto the cold plastic, kicking her feet up and laying back. Even though she was sure that this wouldn't work, the combination of Tig's authority, and the bliss of the ocean around her was enough for her to keep her mouth shut.
"Ready?" He asked, his foot keeping her floating in place as the water whirled around her.
"Aye aye, Sergeant." She saluted.
Tig chuckled, pushing her away before wading in after her and pushing her out towards the open water. Sydney giggled as he made propeller noises while he advanced further and further, stopping when he saw exactly what she had been worried about; a giant wave coming right for them.
"Shit…" Tig looked around for a way out, but he knew that there wasn't one.
"What'd I tell ya..." She shook her head nonchalantly as he crossed her arms over her chest.
"Okay… Hold on..." He braced himself against the floating chair, covering her wound the best that he could.
Instead of holding on, Sydney did the exact opposite—screeching in excitement as she let herself be launched out of the chair, and into Tig's arms where she clutched to him for dear life, praying that her plan had worked, and that she wasn't drenched in harmful sea water.
Tig was shocked by not only the ferocity of the wave that hit him like a ton of bricks, but by Sydney managing to wrap herself around him and stay out of harm's way as she cackled into his ear while watching the bright pink chair tumble all the way back to shore. "Jesus Christ..." He shook his out his now soaking wet curls. "I thought I told you to hold on?" He looked down at her incredulously as she shook with laughter against him.
"If I'd held on, I would've been over there." She gasped for air as she tried to stop laughing, pointing to the sad looking chair as it floundered in a small tidal pool.
"So you're okay?" He looked down to see that most of the water covering her body was residual from what he had been coated with.
"Yup. It was like the log ride all over again." She smirked. "And, I even saved our dessert." She unwound one of her arms from his neck, proudly presenting the sorbet.
"Of course you did." He snickered, his mind momentarily drifting to the fact that, once again, he hadn't been able to protect her from something, but he shook it away. She was okay, and that was what mattered. "Alright, plan B." He began walking them through the waist-deep water, towards the shore.
"Ain't the first time I've heard that." Sydney scoffed.
Tig was the one to cackle this time, the temporary doubt escaping with his laughter. "At least if you float away, I'll be able to find you." He chuckled as they approached her floaty, trying not to blind himself with the fluorescent colour.
"You sure the sharks won't get to ya before you can reach me?" Her lips curled up as he set her down to her feet where he leant down to rinse the slippery material of the sand that it had collected.
"Nah. Come on." He motioned for her to come closer with more mock-impatience.
Sydney's brows furrowed until she realized what it was that he was asking, looking down at where he was crouched on the ground. "I thought you said that I wasn't gonna be on your shoulders until later..." She drawled as she swirled her foot around in the water.
"Well we're speedin' things up, come on." He nodded.
Sydney obliged with a smirk on her face. She loved when he got short with her; the telltale sign that she was winding him up nice and tight so that she could unravel him later. She happily settled her thighs around his neck before he steadied her by her knees as he got to his feet, walking back out to the open water where he let the floaty drag alongside them instead of in front of them.
"That's better." Tig nodded as they made it out to where it was deep enough that the water was calm; no more big waves crashing into them and risking ruining the day. He positioned the floaty in front of him, leaning forward and flipping Sydney down off of his shoulders where he caught her in his arms and swiftly dropped her into the chair.
Sydney blinked a few times, catching her breath as a wave of excitement far stronger than the one that had knocked her clean off of floaty rolled over her as he so expertly maneuvered her around. She smiled bashfully as he grinned down at her, composing herself as he handed her the sorbet.
"I don't know…" She shook her head as she unscrewed the lid. "Surfing was fun…" She looked up at him suggestively.
"No." He shook his head firmly, cutting off that thought before she could get running with it—because he knew that she would find a way to convince him if she did.
"Fine." She rolled her eyes with a smile, looking out across the water.
Tig continued pushing her out until they were deep enough that he could enjoy floating with her, resting his head on her uninjured thigh as he let the water propel his body upwards, floating across the surface as the sun shone on his back.
The California native had ironically never really been much of a beach guy; he always found the silence to be suicide for his overactive and hateful mind, but laying with Sydney's delicate fingers stroking his curls helped him appreciate the clear vastness that gently swayed them from side to side.
"I know you're starting to like this..."
Tig lifted his heavy head, slowly opening his eyes up to the sound of Sydney's voice as he realized that he'd dozed off. "Yeah?" He mumbled with a lazy smile. "How can you tell?"
"You feel lighter..." She dragged her hand over his usually tense shoulders.
"Maybe a little." He winked, resting his head back down on her leg where he continued basking in the gorgeous August day.
Even in her most relaxed state, Sydney could still feel herself getting antsy as Tig laid with his mouth so close to her nether regions; the air that he was breathing flowing right though the thin bathing suit that barely covered her. She took a deep breath as she wiggled her toes, trying her hardest to focus on something other than her building desire—reminding herself that they had already gone for two rounds, and there would surely be more to come, there was no reason that she should be feeling so touch-starved. But maybe there was... It wasn't like they hadn't had sex, but their makeup period had been cut short by her injury—and her injury had drastically changed the way that they had sex.
"You want some?" She asked shakily, each spine-tingling breath that passed from his lips pushing her sensitive body to overtake her desperate mind as she pulsed between her legs.
"Hmm?" His crystal blue eyes came into view as he lifted his head to see her holding up the tub of sorbet. "Nah, it's okay, baby. You enjoy it." He nodded, beginning to lay his head back down.
"Are you sure…" She nearly yelped as he turned away from her, quickly slowing her voice as she titled the container downwards, pouring a tiny bit onto her stomach—flinching when the cold liquid made contact with her hot skin.
Tig's head snapped right back up, raising a brow as he realized what it was that she was proposing as he looked between her, and the sticky pink substance coating her skin. He lowered his legs back down to the sand, pulling her floaty closer where he pressed his lips to her navel, licking up every last bit of the tart liquid as she writhed beneath him, never taking his eyes off of hers. "Gimme some more." He nodded to the jar as he lifted his head, and licked his lips.
Sydney sighed gratefully when he gave in, spilling more of the tangy treat further down her stomach this time—catching the stray drops with her thumb which she popped into her mouth.
Tig spun her around floaty quickly, yanking it towards him where he wrapped his arms under her thighs and traced his tongue along her waistband, licking and nipping at the insides of her thighs. If she wanted to tease, he was game.
Sydney quickly realized that he had a much more advantageous position than she did. She wrapped her legs around his neck, locking her ankles behind his back as she pulled his head down to her crotch, and lifted herself up to meet his lips.
Tig growled when she forced him where she wanted him, biting softly at her clit through her bathing suit as squirmed beneath him, which sent her chair rocking violently against the sea.
"Gonna knock you right into the water." He chuckled as he slowed down in the sloshing water, waiting until she stabilized to continue.
"I'm already wet enough." She breathed out as her head rolled back, spilling more of the melted sorbet across her chest as he eyes fell closed.
Tig spun her floaty around again, attaching his lips to her chest where he licked her skin clean, pulling the triangular top to the side where his mouth engulfed her nipple.
"Tiggy…" She moaned as her fingers ran through his hair.
Tig pulled his mouth away, continuing to fondle her chest where her nipple was now rock hard, flicking the pad of his thumb over it as he swiped the jar of sorbet from her shaky hand, tilting her head back and pouring the remaining liquid into her mouth, letting her swallow before descending his lips on hers. He pulled her top back into place before sliding his hand down her body and into her bottoms where he massaged her slowly while thoroughly enjoying her strawberry-lemonade flavored mouth.
Sydney could feel her body bucking uncontrollably under his skilled hands, rolling onto her side to try to get as close to him as possible, but it wasn't close enough. "I wanna come in…" She whined, looking up at him with those glossy eyes. She knew that he would never let her, but there was nothing more that she wanted than to be wrapped around him in the comfort of the sea.
Tig felt a frown coming to his face. He hadn't thought about this side of his plan; how hard it would be for her to not be able to fully experience one of her favorite things. He shook his head sympathetically, taking her face in his free hand where he stroked his thumb over her pouty lips. "When you're better, I'll bring you back here. Okay?"
"Okay." She nodded understandingly, retreating as she saw the sincerity behind his softening eyes. "When you do… Will you do that pelvis thing again?" She smirked bashfully.
"Oh you liked that, huh?" His frown immediately turned into a cocky smirk as his fingers moved from between her legs, to her hips; beginning to teasingly knead the tense muscles.
"Mhmm…" She hummed, pulling him back down.
"I can do that for you right now, baby…" He mumbled against her lips, tugging at the strings of her bottoms.
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Jax sat at the edge of the grave with his head in his hands as the sun began to get lower in the sky, casting a dismal blue hue through the trees. He had no idea how long he had been stuck in the same position, all he knew was that it had been too long, and he still couldn't get himself to fucking do it.
He grit his teeth, shaking his head angrily as he started down at the partially burnt manuscript that he had rescued from the blaze. He didn't know why he couldn't bring himself to destroy it. He had been so sure, had come so close, but at the last minute he choked—exactly as Opie had.
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Tig trudged through the water as he towed Sydney behind him after finally deciding that her legs would be stable enough to stand on after he'd delivered her yet another body-numbing orgasm. The waves had calmed as the sun began to slowly get lower in the sky, and the tides began to shift—allowing a much less treacherous ride back to shore.
Once they reached a shallow point in the water, Tig stopped and pulled Sydney to her feet so that she could walk back—allowing her to enjoy the water in any way that he could. She stood shakily, clutching onto him as she wobbled in place, trying to plant herself in the sand.
"You okay?" He asked as he slowly pulled away.
"Yup!" She grinned, taking off running towards the shore. She felt tears of joy coming to her eyes as she pulled his cuff out of her hair, letting the salty air rush through it as she pranced through the water that splashed all around her before she reached the shore where her toes sunk into the hot sand, and her stride slowed.
Tig ran after her, not being nearly as agile in the water as she was—especially carrying the giant inflatable chair with him. But as soon as he made it to shore, he ditched the floaty and caught up, wrapping his arms around her waist where he spun her around and dipped her backwards, kissing her deeply as she giggled against his mouth. He pulled away, his pupils dilating as he took in the scene before him; the golden sun shining off of the water, creating a halo behind Sydney as her wavy hair glowed, her radiant skin shone, and her emerald eyes sparked.
"What?" She asked with a quizzical smile as he zoned out.
"I used to dream about somethin' like this…" He looked her over in awe.
Sydney smiled, taking his face in her hands as she leant back again, and gently pressed her lips to his. "And now?" She smiled against his mouth.
"I still think I'm dreaming sometimes…" He whispered honestly.
"Then don't close your eyes." She shook her head slowly, holding his loving gaze as she brought her lips back to his.
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Song for this chapter
Dreams - Fleetwood Mac